❝ what has gotten into you? ❞ Chishiya stares at the bloodied figure on the floor of the Beach hall for a moment - not upset, not scared, not worried, nothing but his signature apathy towards the figure. NOT DEAD. Not tortured. Just...beaten. So not a traitor , and personal but not so personal Niragi would kill. Probably said something Niragi didn't like. " Your temper seems even worse. " There's a tease to his tone, so faint anyone who didn't know Chishiya would never catch it - Niragi probably will. Unless he's too irritated. " What'd he say? He's not that smart so I can't imagine it's something grand. " Chishiya's CURIOUS now and a bad mood had never dissuaded him from the other even before they'd kissed and more.
the tension in his neck makes his head tremble a little , a tremor that dies down as he watches others gather the bloody man off the ground and away from him . blood splattered on the carpet , the music starts playing again ─ neon lights flash across his pale features , that bastard is lucky he's still breathing . aguni is going to have a few words with him , niragi is sure of that but for now last boss is letting his blank stare linger until niragi snaps out of it and carelessly waves a hand to get him to just go away . he can be annoying sometimes , even creepy , to niragi too . when he's trying to distract himself with a glass of whiskey , he hears chishiya's voice . there's a spare table of alcohol outside the club , in several locations around the hotel for militants . made of the best brand of drinks , just for them . niragi doesn't drink when he's on the job , especially at nights unless he's not standing guard .
‘ what the fuck do you want ? ‘ his growl sounds lazy , tired even . his anger always exhausted him . back in the real world it was easy to keep his detachment in check with drugs and alcohol but here , he can't find much , isn't allowed to use either because aguni made sure niragi is the best sharpshooter . so he needs sharp eyes , the eyes that see blurry now as tears well up . it angers him more ─ he wipes his eyes with the back of his arm and slams the glass on the wooden table . it breaks , thankfully doesn't cut his hand . deep down , acting like this won't reassure chishiya . a curious cat , won't leave unless he's satisfied his curiosity ; i remember you ! weren't you the one wearing a skirt for class ?? that guy was fairly a new member of the militants and niragi didn't recognize him until he said those words . and now everyone knows , everyone knows . the thought makes rage bubble up inside his chest , making his head feel hot and jaw tense . ‘ it's none of your business . leave me alone . ‘ he grabs a bottle , a big one . and heads toward the end of the hall , it leads to the pool and when he reaches there he's sitting down in front of the pool . legs curled beneath him indian style , moonlight illuminating the empty pool , it reflects peacefully against his cheek . the bottle raises to his thirsty lips , a tear rolls down his pale cheek . all niragi had to do was to survive this night without letting chishiya know anything . though tomorrow , the rumors were going to spread like a disease . as if he is some freak who wears skirts to school , as if he did it willingly . as if his dad didn't make it worse when he found out ─ all his misery had bottled up and morphed into pure rage . he doubts chishiya would want to sit with him tonight or fuck , it bothers him .