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@heartcorrupted : I wonder if his parents wondered what happened to their 7 year old child

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At the end of Stormbringer, Mori gives Chuuya information about a couple whose son supposedly died and both fit the time frame and description of Chuuya, and he does go to see them but never ends up approaching them.

Ofc, this could just be Mori manipulating him, or they could be his real parents. I would assume they either think he’s dead, or they were complicit in the experimentation in some small way at least, if those are his real parents.

Personally I think I’d lean towards that they are, but regardless Chuuya thinks that these people are, and that’s why he doesn’t establish a connection with them. Not only does he have no memory of them, and the entire situation is a little... odd, who knows how they would react, but at that point Chuuya has had nearly every person close to him killed. Within chapter 1 of that novel we learn that he blames himself for all of this, like, immediately. Any kind of connection to Chuuya is dangerous, and that’s why he never speaks to them.

...However, since he does know who they are/where they are, it wouldn’t be out of character for him to anonymously send them say, flowers for any number of reasons. I go back and forth on whether he would do this, because like I said, any connection to him is dangerous, but I could see it both ways.

And even if he never approaches them or reaches out to them again, Mori knows who these people are, and Mori knows he knows who these people are. That’s blackmail material, even if Chuuya doesn’t know them. If they died or were hurt just because they may or may not be Chuuya’s parents, it would hurt him.

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heartcorrupted replied:

Chuuya: Don’t have to tell me twice I’ll throttle you whenever you want

“That a promise, Chuuuuuuuuuya~? Can you even reach me down there~?”

[dairata]

@heartcorrupted asked: Huh. They really weren’t Dazai. Alright, he’d made a mistake then, and by the look of it a rather common one for them. Fair enough. Perhaps he’d jumped the gun a little.

“Apologies, the sight of him rankles my nerves more than a poker game with my family.” Ara pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath. “You must forgive me for my lack of manners, Dazai tormented a rather close friend of mine for years, I don’t know, I think it was a kink or something but either way it was annoying as can be listening to their pathetic attempts at flirting for three years. I despise teenagers. Thankfully after he left the Mafia, Chuuya’s blood pressure finally went down. Well, after he got over the bomb under the car he left as a parting gift that is…”

At the mention of a name tag, he cocked his head to the side, giving them a once over. “You could always colour your hair?” he swept his raven locks over his shoulder. “I’ve found that helped prevent my Hikari and i from getting mixed up. Though the red eyes and foot height difference probably helps.” He smiled at the younger.

“I’m Arahabaki, or Arashi if you can’t pronounce that, and you…?”

(I’m so sorry Daichi enjoy your irritating new gossip buddy lmao)

...The Mafia? Dazai? Sure, the guy has some questionable morals, but this person–Arahabaki, it seems, which is a weird name in all honesty–must have made a mistake somewhere, right? And yet...that would explain why people are immediately hostile when they see Daichi. They can't tell the difference, and for several of them, their instincts may just be to fight. Which is going to suck if one day someone attacks without warning since fighting back isn't exactly his strong suit...

" I see. That is, ah... There's a lot to unpack there. " And frankly, he doesn't want to look too much into it either. From the past mafia affiliations to the apparent bombing of a vehicle, Daichi's not even sure he'd know where to begin. " You say he just up and left, though? With no problem? And here I thought they tried to kill anyone who wanted to leave... " Although ' tried ' really is the keyword here. It's only logical that even an organization like the Port Mafia couldn't hunt down everyone, but Dazai was something else entirely. That man is far smarter than he has any right to be, so maybe it really isn't all that surprising that he managed to escape unscathed.

At mention of his hair, Daichi's eyes dart inward to look at his bangs, and he cocks his head at the suggestion. Dying his hair would be a possibility, yes, but he's rather fond of the current color. The last he checked, they stood at pretty equal heights as well, so he couldn't really depend on that to get him out of a pinch either. The bandages he could probably do without considering he doesn't require them to be there, and given Dazai's, ah...tendencies, chances are he needs them a lot more than Daichi does. And if that helps people differentiate between them ( and takes the unintentional target off of his back ) then it's certainly worth considering. For now, all he can do is shrug in response; he'll certainly think this over since he really doesn't have much of a choice.

" Uncomfortable realization aside, I'm glad to see we can get along, my talkative friend! " Seems he's already decided they're friends... Because he's genuinely interested or because Arahabaki's presence may be enough to scare off those who mistake him for Dazai? Who's to say! " My name is Daichi, but you're free to call me whenever you want to. "

[guideals]

@heartcorrupted sent: What’s that? Oh, it’s Oda standing on Kunikida’s doorstep with two cups of coffee, how interesting. “Hey, walk with me? I’m going to the park.”

It's  strange  enough  for  Kunikida,  of  all  people,  to  get  a  visitor,  and  especially  one  that  he  didn't  plan  to  see.  He  flips  through  his  notebook  once  to  make  sure  he  didn't  just  forget,  then  a  second  time  to  ensure  that  no,  this  wasn't  a  mistake,  he  didn't  plan  this.  Which  means  whoever  is  at  his  door  is  entirely  unplanned  to  be  there.

It's  still  early  and  the  sleepiness  hasn't  entirely  left  despite  him  being  awake  for  a  few  hours  now,  and  he  notices  mid-yawn  that  his  visitor  is  also  an  equally  unexpected  person.  A  visitor  alone  was  odd  enough,  for  it  to  be  him  was  another  thing  entirely.  And,  to  top  it  all  off,  Oda  has  not  one,  but  two  cups  with  him.  He  must  have  fully  planned  for  Kunikida  to  accompany  him,  otherwise  he  wouldn't  have  brought  a  second  along  with  him.  Kunikida  can’t  tell  if  he  admires  the  planning,  or  hates  that  this  is  a  surprise  to  him.

"  You’re  going  to  the  park...?  "  He  questions  once  the  yawn  subsides.  Thankfully  he's  at  least  familiar  with  most  parks  in  the  area,  and  he  really  doesn't  have  too  much  to  do  today,  meaning  he  has  some  free  time  this  morning...    His  gaze  flickers  from  the  coffee,  to  his  coat  rack  next  to  the  door.  There’s  no  verbal  confirmation  that  he’s  agreeing  to  go,  yet  it's  clearly  shown  when  he  moves  to  grab  a  light  jacket  from  the  rack  to  slip  it  on.  With  his  notebook  tucked  into  an  inner  pocket  (  because  of  course  he'd  ensure  all  his  jackets  had  one,  )  he  steps  out  onto  the  doorstep  and  locks  the  door  behind  him.  A  quick  pat  to  one  of  the  other  pockets  confirms  that  he  has  all  the  small  necessities  he  may  need  like  money  or  his  keys,  just  in  case  the  notebook  isn’t  enough,  and  he  reaches  out  to  take  one  of  the  cups  into  his  hands.  Still  hot...  Just  how  fast  did  Oda  walk  to  make  sure  he  got  here  in  time  for  it  to  stay  that  way?

"  I  hope  you  don't  expect  for  us  to  be  there  the  whole  day.  I  still  have  errands  to  run,  you  know.  "  And  while  he  does  feel  a  little  anxious  at  the  thought  that  maybe  he'll  fall  a  little  behind  schedule,  he  shoves  it  down  and  steps  aside  so  he  can  urge  Oda  to  walk  ahead.  If  they're  going  to  be  out  and  about,  they  might  as  well  make  the  most  of  their  time.  "  Well?  Go  ahead.  I'll  follow  you.  "

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“You can take that mask off and eat something, if you’re hungry. I already know about you, it’s alright.” Oda wasn’t sure what possessed him to address the seemingly mute assassin. He was in the staff kitchen, no one else was around. He assumed she (they?) were simply waiting for orders or something. But what was the point of being in a kitchen of it wasn’t to eat?

“You shouldn’t feel ashamed to be yourself. Your skills are extraordinary, no non-Ability user has ever risen through the ranks of the Mafia so quickly. If you’re afraid of what others might think if they saw the other side of you… don’t be. Life’s too short to worry about everybody else thinks.” He turned off the stove. “Want some curry… Gin-sama? It’s spicy.”

@heartcorrupted

Honestly, she had originally headed that way for food, but before she could decide on anything and escape, she’d been interrupted. With nothing better to do, Gin had settled in to wait him out before continuing her search for something. That is, until the offer of curry piqued her interest. At least that gave her a way to settle her hunger for the time being, and she wouldn’t have to scramble to hide with Oda there to shield her if necessary.

He had a point, sure, but hiding behind her mask (and what remaining mystery that resided within it,) had become a comfort thing for her as well. Gin gave a quick nod and stepped closer to the counter with her eyes on the food rather than her company. She wouldn’t admit it, but that was another perk that came with the mask: no one could see when her cheeks burned a flattered pink. If nothing else, at least she could say she’d given it a try.

Her mask was removed from one ear but still held in place by her hand, cautious and wary of taking it away completely until she knew the heat had faded from her face. With her embarrassed smile falling to something more neutral, she pulled the material away but kept it within her grip. She’d have to find some other time to get into why she chose to cover her face, but it didn’t seem like the issue would be pushed right away anyway.

Gin offered a small thank you while lifting her spoon towards her lips. Maybe he wasn’t as out of place as some thought he was. They needed someone like him around from time to time.