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“I didn’t plan to be gone so long but things come up.”

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ooc: I’ll be here tomorrow after my exam, there’s selects days I can come online.

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Edit: I know I said I'll be here today but I got asked to turn my half day to a full day for work. So I probably won't be here til Saturday.

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ooc: I'll be here tomorrow after my exam, there's selects days I can come online.

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I noticed there was a lack of Kouyou art recently… 🌸

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良い子だね||Zaro *Reprinted with permission from the artist.  Do not repost or delete source information.

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nakxhara:

⊰ He listens intently to her words, forcing himself to drill them into his mind, careful to not miss a single syllable. The mafia did not have time for failures and that is what Chuuya risked to be if the training was not followed closely. The redhead was nothing if not determined, though, and he wanted to make Kouyou proud, no matter how long or how many training sessions it took.

❝Yes. Please stop me if as much as a single gesture is wrong.❞ The redhead will force his body to obey, to follow the motions of a perfect oiran, to deceive in its alluring, intoxicating way, to distract from the death which follows the assassin and from the blade which shall be forever his companion, no matter the target. A long task, but not an impossible one and it will be completed, sooner than later if Chuuya were to have things go his way. ⊱

“Very good, we shall start from after you have entered the room. Your first key goal is to close the distance to your target which is simple if they request a tea ceremony or a simple conversation. However how will you accomplish it while playing an instrument or performing a dance?” A decision has to quickly be made as if he planned it from the beginning and not spur of the moment.

It was trade that she had no choice but to learn when she was sold to the mafia and spent years perfecting. She had believed it would be her future until her ability awakened which allowed her to enter the higher ranks eventually making it to the executive rank. While turning him into an assassin would be considered terrible by most that was the better option than the alternative. At least with him working under her, she would be able to train him to handle most situations. “Nextly, you’ll have to consider what weapon to use and how to hide it in plain sight.”   

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malitiia:

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Some thug had made the mistake of thinking her the perfect target to take from. It wasn’t long until he was proven long and beaten within an inch of his life, left for it to slowly drain from his body. A miserable death for a miserable man, quite fitting. But he had been weak and there was nothing to steal off of him. Boring and a waste of time.

Though it seemed she had company. Eyes glanced up to see a familiar woman standing and watching nearby. Parasol open and lazily twirling, Neo walked over to where Kouyou stood, head canted in silent question.

A certain sound had caught her attention so she had peered down the path to see who was receiving a beating. If anyone else had walked by they might have at least tried to lend some help but there wasn’t a need for her to offer assistance. The other was clearly able to handle the situation and the fool should have picked their target more carefully. Instead she merely waited for her to finish taking care of business and offered a grin as Neo approached her.  

“It seems like someone is having a nice day, I wonder what could have happened.” A slight chuckle at her little joke before resting her parasoul onto her shoulder. “Were you just getting rid of some steam or did the fool actually try to mess with you?”

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the chuuya/kouyou relationship is Important and there’s not enough of it. scene inspired by Owe No Debt by @izanyas, which i’m. still not over.

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days hours minutes since i’ve had gay feelings for Kouyou: 0

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kaitbusu:

“I slept yesterday Kouyou-san I’m fine.”

He looked more tired than anything, but admiting a weakness is something he would never do even if it was to one of his superiors. In fact he hasn’t slept in probably a week and it started to show in his movements, in the way he acts, but he cannot say anything. 

“The Boss might need me I have to be available for when that time comes.” It started to be suspicious just how he hasn’t called for him in ages, did he start getting bad? will he be fired soon? he didn’t know but stress basically kept him awake.

“By that do you mean a quick catnap perhaps? A 15 to 30 minute nap isn’t going to do you any good in the long run. At some point your body is just going to drop from exhaustion and then you’ll be at the mercy of your enemies.”

An individual needs to be both willing and able to perform their jobs for the Mafia however a rabid dog who can’t even see which target to attack is of little use. If there’s one fact she knows well it’s that an individual that’s more of a liability than an asset will be cut without hesitation. Mistakes are not forgiven merely used as for the strike system and once hit the limit you are gone for good.  

“He knows your number so just simply keep your cellphone on full volume. The Boss has no need for someone with dulled senses or don’t you remember what happened the last you were careless and the price you had to paid.”

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“So this is what has become of you? A pity.”

There was not even a hint of sympathy in her voice while staring down at the kid. Usually she would be a tad kinder to children however the one before her was an exception. Something loose in his head considering all that he had done even to those who were suppose to be his allies. If only she had the authority to keep him locked up but his care fell under Mori’s jurisdiction.  

“It doesn’t even matter how hard you try your temporary joy will turn to ashes in your mouth.”

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ncllified:

    “Ah, good afternoon, Kouyou-neesan,” Dazai greeted, not feeling like getting in trouble today. One reason was because Chuuya would give him an earful about it and a complaining Chuuya was always annoying, to be honest. Then again, he also didn’t feel like going along with whatever she’d make him do. That couldn’t be good after all. 

   “And what would that be, if I may ask?” He kept his expression playfully innocent for just a bit longer, knowing it wouldn’t work with her, but hoping it would at least contribute to all this somehow. 

   “To be fair, it was the only logical solution. It would have been worse with the other plans. I really did consider that, you know?” 

“Is that so?” An eyebrow raised while still holding her gaze at him while ignoring the question about the matter. “Now isn’t that fascinating how that’s your go to statement whenever you pull a stunt. How many times do you think I’ve heard that phrase by now?”

A sleeved hand moved the chair back so that she could take her usually seat in the meeting room for the executives. “You know the funny thing about logical is that there is always more than one logical option to chose from. Yet the logical solution you always seem to pick seems to favor you more in the end.” She rested her chin in her hand, “perhaps it’s funny to you but not some much for others.”    

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I'll do stuff on here tomorrow I've been busy the past week.

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gravityruled:

he wouldn’t admit it right away, but the redhead was terrified. being always doted on by the woman and still young, breaking away from that protective shell she had gotten him used to felt like something akin to parental (yet necessary) abandonment. the mission itself wasn’t supposed to pose any considerable threats, so in that respect, he felt peculiarly relaxed— it was being sent out on his own that made him question his competence, trained as he had been.

❝ big sis, ❞ he sat up swiftly and tossed his coat over his shoulders, as all uncertainty of failure died out. ❝ it’s thanks to you I made it this far. come, watch me win— and I promise I’ll dedicate this victory to you. ❞

Chuuya knew the weight of his words and what they implied. most of it served as an incentive; a way to motivate himself to succeed at all costs, while she sat back and watched… her hard work finally come to fruition.

“Oh, that is quite the bold statement there. However I have little doubt in you not being able to fulfill those words by the end of the evening.”

Since taking him in she had made a point of teaching him everything he would need to know in order to survive in this world but also earn some freedom. For her there was no choice in becoming an executive as it was the only way for her to secure her own safety. She felt a sense of pride as the boy she had raised now was becoming a leader who would have some control over his life instead of only taking orders.

“Very well, I will come witness your victory which will signify you officially becoming an executive member of the mafia. You have certainly come a long why from when I first took you in.”