[Sharing memories because they're popping up in dreams is the best thing, bruh.
The one Akira gets to see starts with Chuuya on a seaside cliff, talking to another teenager. They seem to be saying something about someone who died, but the conversation doesn't make much sense without the context of the previous few days. What they're talking about doesn't matter much anyway. It's the knife that Shirase suddenly jams into Chuuya's gut that matters.
Chuuya stumbles back, gritting his teeth to bite back the pain. But honestly, that pain is nothing compared to the ice-cold bolt of realization that runs through him as he hears several guns click their safeties off.
Glancing up, he sees the Sheep- his friends, his only real 'family' in this world, some of whom he has personally taken care of as a big brother for years now- standing near armed mercenaries. Looking at him like he's a monster. Like he's something to be feared.
'Sorry, Chuuya. But we have to keep ourselves safe.'
Like he would ever even think about letting harm come to any of them.
But he doesn't die to gunfire that day. No, sliding down the cliff behind him gives him a place to hide. The others don't have the power to slow their fall like he does, so they have to go the long way around to get to him. He has time to get away.
...but does he even want to, when he has nowhere to go?
"Yo, Chuuya."
He glances over, the spell of pain and despair momentarily broken. Ah, of course Dazai would be there. Even he came with armed guards. So they must be there to finish the job, huh?
Except he's not. He's there to 'exterminate the mercenaries' that the kids had hired. They're all going to be slaughtered in the very cycle of violence that made most of them orphans to begin with. And then he has the balls to add on to the end of it: "We're going to kill them all."
Chuuya frowned. "Even the kids?"
"Our policies don't change just for kids. That said, if someone, a peer...someone who can advise us on the enemy...I wouldn't mind changing our policy."
"A peer, huh?"
"A peer in the Port Mafia. I could trust the advice of one of my own."
Broken, betrayed, and bartered into a life he wants no part it. But even with that knife burning in his side, the decision is obvious from the beginning:
"...Don't hurt the kids."
Then Dazai smiles that smile that will haunt Chuuya's memories for years to come, cementing his absolute hatred of the teenager in front of him:
"Of course. Got that, everyone? Just as we discussed earlier, no hurting the kids."
Outmaneuvered again, with his own betrayal used against him.
...a betrayal Dazai himself organized, Chuuya realizes.
He'll never forgive Dazai for this. Never in a million years.]
[And it's also a fun memory for Akira to see, as Chuuya snaps awake with a start. He's even got his hand on his stomach, right where the scar for that stab wound would be.]
[meanwhile. . . Chuuya's dream isn't any better. it starts off glamorously enough, though. a high intensity chase through a very lavish casino, ending with some impressive parkour and an untimely arrest. but it quickly devolves into the truths of police brutality as the scene shifts into an interrogation room. to make things easier: it's 5:34 to 14:44 of this video]
[. . . and Akira, nearly at the same time as Chuuya, bolts upright with a gasp, with two memories dancing on the forefront of his mind, the images of same seared onto the front of his brain. he inhales quickly and deeply, hand pressed against his wrists where the phantom weights of the handcuffs in his dream remain]
[his side aches. it aches with a wound that wasn't inflicted during his interrogation]
[That right there, that sure is a memory. Chuuya's had his own run ins with the law before, but none were that bad. But that list of charges was something too, Just how much of a criminal is Akira?
Still, those wounds are very real, and it leaves Chuuya coughing as he rolls on his side and sits up. And it looks like he'll be the first one to speak, too.]
[Chuuya's voice jerks Akira to attention, his head snapping up as he blinks at his roommate, eyes still wide. give him a moment he's still processing things, and he hasn't quite realized that Chuuya has also relived the dark and painful memories of that interrogation room]
[He's rubbing at his wrists now. The pain from those handcuffs is just a memory, but it sure feels real. No wonder Akira was hesitant to talk about restraints before.]
The cops. They're jerks.
[A pause.]
I thought you only stole hearts? Why're they chasing you down?
[there's so much more to the story than that. but that's a story for later, especially since the hurt and betrayal of Chuuya's memory cuts pretty deeply. he's silent for a moment as he reaches for his glasses and slips them back onto his features, scooting a bit closer to Chuuya as he does so]
Dazai-san. . . [. . .]
He's a real asshole.
[he had definitely seen the impish and mischievous parts of the bandaged man, and he knew from the beginning that Chuuya didn't really like him. but he had no idea how far that cunning, that cruelty, that calculating ruthlessness went until now]
[...but no, he can't just leave it at that. As much as he hates Dazai, it's not entirely his fault he's like that.]
...he's been in the mafia longer than I have. He probably didn't grow up right because of it. I don't know how much of it is him choosing to be an asshole and how much of it is that he just doesn't know any better.
[Which is. Hilarious. Considering Akira and Akechi's everything.]
[the way Akira's eyes widen and his mouth falls open is probably not the response Chuuya was expecting. but it's the one he gets; a dumb look from someone who was far more affected by that question that one might expect. do you think it's possible? does he. . .?]
[. . .]
[it's what he's been hoping for, right?]
I don't know.
[and he really doesn't. despite his best efforts, Akechi is always himself]
[Chuuya might not be as smart as Dazai, but he's not stupid by any means. He sees that reaction, and he knows enough about Akira's awkward rivalry with Akechi to piece it together. No wonder Akira understands Chuuya and Dazai's relationship so well.]
Geez! How do people like you and me keep getting tangled up with lost puppies, huh?
[Chuuya is perceptive enough, and that response tells Akira all he feels like he needs to know about what's going on through his roommate's head right now. still. . . he doesn't elaborate. he isn't yet ready to spill Akechi's secrets to everyone, after all]
[that comment makes Akira laugh, a breathless and resigned noise]
But that's okay, Chuuya is laughing as he grabs the nearest object (probably a pillow) to try and hit Akira with. It's a tangle of blankets but he will have his revenge.]
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Week 3, memory share on Monday morning because lol
Date: 2020-03-09 07:39 pm (UTC)The one Akira gets to see starts with Chuuya on a seaside cliff, talking to another teenager. They seem to be saying something about someone who died, but the conversation doesn't make much sense without the context of the previous few days. What they're talking about doesn't matter much anyway. It's the knife that Shirase suddenly jams into Chuuya's gut that matters.
Chuuya stumbles back, gritting his teeth to bite back the pain. But honestly, that pain is nothing compared to the ice-cold bolt of realization that runs through him as he hears several guns click their safeties off.
Glancing up, he sees the Sheep- his friends, his only real 'family' in this world, some of whom he has personally taken care of as a big brother for years now- standing near armed mercenaries. Looking at him like he's a monster. Like he's something to be feared.
'Sorry, Chuuya. But we have to keep ourselves safe.'
Like he would ever even think about letting harm come to any of them.
But he doesn't die to gunfire that day. No, sliding down the cliff behind him gives him a place to hide. The others don't have the power to slow their fall like he does, so they have to go the long way around to get to him. He has time to get away.
...but does he even want to, when he has nowhere to go?
"Yo, Chuuya."
He glances over, the spell of pain and despair momentarily broken. Ah, of course Dazai would be there. Even he came with armed guards. So they must be there to finish the job, huh?
Except he's not. He's there to 'exterminate the mercenaries' that the kids had hired. They're all going to be slaughtered in the very cycle of violence that made most of them orphans to begin with. And then he has the balls to add on to the end of it: "We're going to kill them all."
Chuuya frowned. "Even the kids?"
"Our policies don't change just for kids. That said, if someone, a peer...someone who can advise us on the enemy...I wouldn't mind changing our policy."
"A peer, huh?"
"A peer in the Port Mafia. I could trust the advice of one of my own."
Broken, betrayed, and bartered into a life he wants no part it. But even with that knife burning in his side, the decision is obvious from the beginning:
"...Don't hurt the kids."
Then Dazai smiles that smile that will haunt Chuuya's memories for years to come, cementing his absolute hatred of the teenager in front of him:
"Of course. Got that, everyone? Just as we discussed earlier, no hurting the kids."
Outmaneuvered again, with his own betrayal used against him.
...a betrayal Dazai himself organized, Chuuya realizes.
He'll never forgive Dazai for this. Never in a million years.]
[And it's also a fun memory for Akira to see, as Chuuya snaps awake with a start. He's even got his hand on his stomach, right where the scar for that stab wound would be.]
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Date: 2020-03-10 02:10 am (UTC)[. . . and Akira, nearly at the same time as Chuuya, bolts upright with a gasp, with two memories dancing on the forefront of his mind, the images of same seared onto the front of his brain. he inhales quickly and deeply, hand pressed against his wrists where the phantom weights of the handcuffs in his dream remain]
[his side aches. it aches with a wound that wasn't inflicted during his interrogation]
[for now. . . he says nothing, and just breathes]
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Date: 2020-03-10 03:22 am (UTC)Still, those wounds are very real, and it leaves Chuuya coughing as he rolls on his side and sits up. And it looks like he'll be the first one to speak, too.]
Geez. They weren't gentle on you, were they?
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Date: 2020-03-11 12:01 am (UTC). . . what?
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Date: 2020-03-11 12:25 am (UTC)The cops. They're jerks.
[A pause.]
I thought you only stole hearts? Why're they chasing you down?
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Date: 2020-03-11 11:02 pm (UTC)[right. so. somehow? Chuuya had seen that dream, too. so that must mean the other memory dancing on the front of his vision is. . .]
[. . .]
I'm a thief. Cops chase thieves, don't they?
[he isn't trying to avoid the question, he just thinks that Chuuya's memory was far, far worse]
I never asked for the details about why you joined the mafia. But-- I guess. . . I understand, now.
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Date: 2020-03-11 11:18 pm (UTC)And when the attention is brought back to him, he frowns and draws the blankets up around him like a hood.]
Che! He engineered the whole situation to suit his needs. I never stood a chance.
[He's speaking like it was more of an annoyance, but Akira will be able to feel that the hurt runs far deeper than that.]
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Date: 2020-03-12 12:44 am (UTC)Dazai-san. . . [. . .]
He's a real asshole.
[he had definitely seen the impish and mischievous parts of the bandaged man, and he knew from the beginning that Chuuya didn't really like him. but he had no idea how far that cunning, that cruelty, that calculating ruthlessness went until now]
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Date: 2020-03-12 03:16 am (UTC)[...but no, he can't just leave it at that. As much as he hates Dazai, it's not entirely his fault he's like that.]
...he's been in the mafia longer than I have. He probably didn't grow up right because of it. I don't know how much of it is him choosing to be an asshole and how much of it is that he just doesn't know any better.
[Which is. Hilarious. Considering Akira and Akechi's everything.]
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Date: 2020-03-13 04:50 pm (UTC)[he just had no idea how deeply that assholery ran. though. . . now that Chuuya puts Dazai's jerkitude like that. . .]
[. . .]
[. . . it's similar, isn't it? Akira's expression softens, now pensive]
It might be a little bit of both.
[just like it is for Akechi]
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Date: 2020-03-16 12:06 am (UTC)He can learn better, yeah? Like, by being around good people, maybe he can learn to be good. Do you think it's possible?
[It's what Chuuya wants to believe. But he's having a hard time believing in anything right now.]
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Date: 2020-03-16 12:29 am (UTC)[the way Akira's eyes widen and his mouth falls open is probably not the response Chuuya was expecting. but it's the one he gets; a dumb look from someone who was far more affected by that question that one might expect. do you think it's possible? does he. . .?]
[. . .]
[it's what he's been hoping for, right?]
I don't know.
[and he really doesn't. despite his best efforts, Akechi is always himself]
But I think it'd be stupid to not try.
People like him are people, too.
[and they don't deserve to just be given up on]
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Date: 2020-03-16 01:11 am (UTC)[Chuuya might not be as smart as Dazai, but he's not stupid by any means. He sees that reaction, and he knows enough about Akira's awkward rivalry with Akechi to piece it together. No wonder Akira understands Chuuya and Dazai's relationship so well.]
Geez! How do people like you and me keep getting tangled up with lost puppies, huh?
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Date: 2020-03-16 01:49 am (UTC)[that comment makes Akira laugh, a breathless and resigned noise]
I'd say "fate," but I don't believe in fate.
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Date: 2020-03-16 02:01 am (UTC)[He says it jokingly, but he's curious to hear Akira's answer.]
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Date: 2020-03-16 02:16 am (UTC)[hm]
[his answer is delivered in a joking tone, but he's being dead serious when he responds]
Society's collective effort to improve themselves, even when their hearts are distorted.
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Date: 2020-03-16 02:34 am (UTC)I'd like to believe in something like that.
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Date: 2020-03-16 03:30 pm (UTC)[Akira sure didn't!! for the longest time!!]
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Date: 2020-03-17 03:43 am (UTC)[He's seen too much shit to believe in it right now.]
But I'd like to be a better person than I am now.
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Date: 2020-03-18 12:12 am (UTC)[and he reaches out to ruffle Chuuya's hair in an affectionate gesture]
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Date: 2020-03-18 12:23 am (UTC)Hey-
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Date: 2020-03-18 08:22 pm (UTC)[said PERFECTLY INNOCENTLY as though Akira didn't know what he was doing]
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Date: 2020-03-19 01:33 pm (UTC)That's what.
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Date: 2020-03-20 06:28 pm (UTC)[MAKES A STARTLED NOISE AND TRIES TO LEAN AWAY FROM THAT]
[and then shoves at Chuuya in revenge. possibly shoving him into one of FORT ASSHOLE'S blanket walls]
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Date: 2020-03-21 02:08 am (UTC)But that's okay, Chuuya is laughing as he grabs the nearest object (probably a pillow) to try and hit Akira with. It's a tangle of blankets but he will have his revenge.]
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