โโโ CASE FILE . . . NAKAHARA, CHUUYA โคป @ahrabaki . โช . . . โซ โ THERE CAN BE VALUE IN NOT TALKING. โ
rain - drenched, their target shivered in the darkness, fighting against the restraints chaining him to the chair but careful of the contraption wired around his body with its merciless ticking, sky opening further and dropping another bucket of harsh reality down upon them. one knee bent into the dirt, elbow resting on the other dazai reached out to grasp his face between his fingers, tears melting into rainwater and indecipherable as he forced their eyes to meet. โ ... and this ? โ forcibly turning his face to the device held in his other hand, brandishing it with a sadistic gleefulness. โ garage door opener. โ continuing an earlier revelation, button pressed beneath his thumb the man flinched, yet nothing happened. he was no older than they were, but his features were worn, defeated. eyes bloodshot and dazed, broken spirit spilling from their corners. dazai dropped his face, straightening under the umbrella one of his men held out for himself and his partner, shaking droplets from the tips of his hair and uncaring to where they landed, especially if onto chuuya.
โ you were never going to die here. โ double black's men cut him out of the contraption, all wires with no lead. no spark, no fuse. not a bomb at all, just a clock in a makeshift harness, but under the chaos of darkness and rain with fear coursing through his veins, of course he wouldn't have realised. dazai and chuuya had made sure of it. โ go on with phase two. nothing needs to change. โ order spoken to nobody in particular, but chaos around them stilled as their people found instruction and filed back to their vehicles. the flash of the wraith's canines, the man heaved dry and rough, revelation sitting in wide eyes. the realisation, the port mafia already knew everything there was to know, and he betrayed his people anyway. taking the umbrella and crouching before him, little care for his own safety, dazai left chuuya to the cover of rainfall, head tilted in curiosity as the man wailed. โ i'm sure they'll understand ... hey, what did you say before, chuuya ? โ brief look passed over his shoulder, free fingers clicking in thought and waiting or the bored drawl of words from behind him. eyes taken away from their target in his weakened state. โ there can be value in not talking. โ catching the ends of the words dazai mouthed them and returned his attentions, nodding with an earnest hum. โ he's right. wait, were you talking about me? eh. nobody listens to chuuya anyway. โ watching him would soon turn boring, and standing dazai took his place next to his partner and turned to him with a questioning raise of his brow, once again sheltering him under their shared umbrella. regardless that they were both drenched from head to toe, bandages awkwardly climbing to his skin like something desiring to be shed. โ what does chuuya want to do with him now ? teeth to the curb ? your call, iโm hungry. โ
