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⌛ Who: Chuuya & Open
⌛ What: Aftermath of Higuchi's disappearance and kitsune antics
⌛ When: First week of May
⌛ Where: A bar in Kyoto, a few
⌛ Warnings: Alcohol and inebriation. Violence, possible smut because Chuuya is like that.

The weight of grief
[He'd felt it, when Higuchi disappeared. The painful wrenching feeling of a Kizuna bond snapping, and it steals the breath from his lungs for a fair few minutes, tears coming to his eyes of all things.

He knows. He knows... but he doesn't want to accept it, doesn't want to believe it. Which is why he locates a NRL scientist to interrogate them, confirming what he already knows in his gut but doesn't want to accept, scaring the crap out of his unfortunate target in the process before storming off.

He should check on Akutagawa. He should check on Dazai and Setsura. He should...

He doesn't. Instead he seeks out the nearest bar, grief clawing beneath his skin too sharp to deal with for the moment. No matter how often he loses friends, it never gets easier. Especially not someone who he...

Regardless, he can easily be caught at the local bar, getting rapidly wasted.]

Wash your sorrows away with drink and blood
[Chuuya's issue is overwhelming emotions often inevitably transform into... well. Stupid, reckless reactions. He's utterly sloshed, too many drinks in him to be rational, and brewing for a fight.

Grief is too heavy, even for a man who controls gravity. Anger, bloodlust... those are so much easier to carry.

He doesn't need a reason. Maybe it's a stray comment in the bar, maybe it's someone bumping into him as he skulks along the street drunk. Most people choose to avoid the obviously bristling redhead, but those who don't get a low growl of an accusation.]

Hey you. You trying to start something?

[...They probably aren't, but Chuuya is.]

Dangerously furry
[It's a few days later, and Chuuya's... well not completely fine, but better than he was. Well enough to try some of the Mochi outside of the shrine.

He isn't expecting the sudden flurry of tails sprouting from his back, thick and luxurious. His hair is still red, but it's longer-- hanging down his back in curling waves, topped with red fox ears atop his head. He blows some out of his face, reaching down to tug one of the tails up where he can see.

It's soft... and extremely fluffy.]

What the hell?

[He'll be like this for a few days, so people can enjoy petting the pretty new kitsune for a bit.]

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Goodness, not at all! But I suppose that's a rather moot question, when the one hoping to start something is yourself. Looking to let off a little steam, are you?

[Mephisto's been watching Chuuya for a little while now. It's hard not to, given both his obvious distress at the bar, and the fact that there's something about him that feels... odd. He's not entirely sure what to make of it, really. But it's piqued his curiosity.]

[But as for Chuuya's reason to pick a fight: this guy is like 6'5? Clearly that's worth a fight all on it's own.]

[Oh this son of a bitch--

Chuuya doesn't even know the man, but his mouthing off is pissing him off. He steps forward, getting into guy's space with a growl.]

Maybe I am. But you sure as hell sound like you're asking for a fight talking like that, asshole.

[And also? He's tall, which is doubly offensive at this level of drunk. There's more than a foot difference between them, but that won't stop him from reaching up to try and grab Meph by the collar-- or the ridiculously poofy cravat he's wearing.]

[He gets that grab -- Mephisto not even flinching as Chuuya gets up in his space, as if absolutely confident that Chuuya won't hurt him. Or perhaps that he can't. And the whole time, that smarmy grin doesn't leave his face.]

Am I? It's rather foolish to pick a fight with a stranger in another world, you know. And as you can see, I'm clearly unarmed.

It's hardly a fair fight when one side is so clearly disadvantaged, don't you think?

And yet you still can't seem to shut your mouth, so clearly you must want my fist in it.

[He snarls, but it isn't a very intimidating picture when his face is flushed from drink, the redhead clearly three sheets to the wind. But it isn't an idle threat, because in the next second he's yanking Meph's face down harshly, his other fist coming up sharply at the same time and aiming for his nose.]

So shut the fuck up!

[And his fist connects, hitting Mephisto in the face with the full force of his punch. There's a crunch as his nose is clearly broken, blood staining his knuckles as he pulls back.]

[But while Mephisto definitely staggers from the unepected power behind that punch, he doesn't pull away. And as he raises a hand up to wipe the blood from beneath his nose, he's even laughing, revealing a mouth filled with extra sharp teeth as he grins.]

Well now, that wasn't very nice. But did you really have to go for the face? I'll have you know I'm still recovering from the time someone decided to shoot me in the head.

[As he speaks, the wounds on his face seemingly heal right before Chuuya's eyes. Of course, his luck, he'd pick the supernatural weirdo to fight.]

[There's a brief sense of satisfaction when his fist connects, a smug feeling of 'that'll show him'--

But then he's laughing, grinning at Chuuya with a bloodied face. That feeling dies as quickly as it rises, and his irritation returns twofold.

The man's next words and rapid healing makes it plenty clear he's some sort of supernatural type, and Chuuya's scowl grows in response.]

Shot in the head, huh? Y'know, I don't even need a gun for something like that.

[As he speaks through gritted teeth, his fist starts to glow a dark red.]

Want to test that out?

[And there it is. That strange presence inside this man... but what is it? A demon? A god? Or something else entirely? He's even more interested now, committing in his mind to stick around for a while.]

[It's enough to make a punch in the face feel worth it! ...but he's still not going to let that happen again.]

Oh no, not at all! Actually, I think I'd much rather avoid it! Why don't we just talk this out, hmm? I'll count to ten and give you a few seconds to cool that little head of yours.

[Every word is oozing condescension. He's practically asking him to punch him now -- but this time, any attempts will find Mephisto seemingly blinking out of existence just before his fist connects.]

[it is a mystery. Meph could ask, but the chances of getting a productive answer from him right now are slim.

The condescension is more than enough to rile him up further, and Chuuya growls as he throws yet another punch, this one heavy with the force of gravity behind it.

...And it misses somehow. The smug clown guy is gone, and Chuuya's fist slams into the ground instead, the force behind his punch leaving a small crater behind.

That, and Chuuya stumbling a bit into it. He's completely wasted, he is not in any shape to maintain his balance properly unfortunately.]

What the hell?!

Oh, now that one would have certainly left a mark!

[Suddenly?? He's standing behind him, hands neatly folded behind his back.]

Why, if were a normal human, that may have actually killed me! A rather violent little thing, aren't you? How charming.

[ The second she'd left it'd felt like he'd been ripped apart from his chest outward. He hadn't been able to breathe and it had him curled up on his bed for the longest time until someone had snapped him out of it with her... rather persistent intrusion but he'd needed it.

Once he'd been able to move past the pain enough to function, the ache still clutching at his heart, Akutagawa had realized that he wasn't the only one who was hurting right now. Higuchi had bonds with everyone in the house and to some extent it'd hurt them too, and one of them was Chuuya but now it was late in the evening and the redhead wasn't here so he was probably out drinking.

He set out, donning his usual black coat and began the search.

It took a bit of time but sure enough he found Chuuya via the sound of his voice, and he discovers the redhead glowering up at a taller individual. A yokai by the looks of it. He looked between them and stepped forwards, closer to the redhead. ]

Chuuya-san. There's no need to get into a fight over something so... trivial.

[ Then, to the yokai. ]

My apologies. It would be in your best interest to leave now.

[To be fair, Chuuya's voice is distinctive... and loud, especially when he's trying to pick a fight. Volume control has never been his strong suit.

Neither has dealing with unpleasant emotions, so Akutagawa might note he is very, very drunk right now: Red rimmed eyes, flushed cheeks, rumpled clothes and seeming unbalanced enough on his feet to sway slightly. He's about to start yelling again, accusations and rude comments in hopes of getting what he wants, when Akutagawa approaches and speaks up.

Chuuya freezes. The wrathful tension drains from the set of his body, something heavier replacing it. He doesn't look at Akutagawa immediately, something like shame feeling raw and acidic alongside the grief and simmering anger.

Akutagawa... went looking for him. Even though he has to be hurting just as much, if not more, and Chuuya had just abandoned him like--]

Ah... Akutaga--shit!

[The yokai takes it's chance-- it slugs him with one large fist, right to the face while he's distracted. Chuuya is sent stumbling while the yokai proceeds to attempt to flee. They don't trust Akutagawa not to try and jump them alongside the redhead, clearly.]

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[ With his attention divided between Chuuya and the yokai, it'd delayed his reaction so when that fist shot out to hit the red-head? Akutagawa should have activated Rashomon and the bristling air about him says he was sorely tempted to do so as the yokai fled like a damned coward.

It'd be too easy to activate and send out the beast to chomp it's large jaws around the other being but... he was not here to cause any more of a scene than what had been made already.

A soft growl barely escaped Akutagawa as he turned on his heel to go over towards Chuuya, noting that the executive was definitively drunk as hell right now. Probably due to what happened with Higuchi's departure from here which still made his own chest ache something fierce. It'd take time to make it go away, but right now he needed to be here for the other man. ]

I apologize for not finding you sooner. It took some time to track you down.

[ He's focused on trying to make sure that Chuuya's not going to be falling over or anything, but well aware of where things were going to go from here. ]

We should... go find somewhere quiet to talk if you can manage it.

[Drunk as hell and now sporting a bloody lip, but he still snarls at the retreating back of the Yokai fleeing from them both.]

You better run, you bastard!

[He reaches up to rub some of the blood away, only managing to smear it. He doesn't want to look up at Akutagawa, doesn't want to meet his eyes... but that apology hurts. It makes the ache in his own chest grow, just a bit.]

You're not the one who should be apologizing, idiot...

[There's something very much like a kicked dog about Chuuya right now, gruff and sullen, tone tinged heavily with regret. It's no secret in the port mafia that Chuuya has never taken losing people well--It's said among the lower ranks that Chuuya often took revenge for slain subordinates personally--but this is... different.

If Akutagawa's going to make sure he isn't falling over, he might have to keep him upright. Chuuya's swaying where he stands, gaze unfocused.]

I shoulda.... I...

[ He exhaled a heavy sigh when Chuuya yelled at the retreating Yokai but was thankful the worst of the damage was just a bloody lip and nothing serious. The external injuries weren't what mattered at this point, not when he was very well aware of the things he's heard about Chuuya and how well he took loss.

Word traveled in the Port Mafia, after all.

Akutagawa's brows drew together briefly, his jaw set in a terse line even as he moved to step next to Chuuya. One hand even immediately set against the red-head's back for support wordlessly, his expression quiet and reflecting the hurt he was feeling just below the surface here. ]

There's nothing that we can do that would change what's happened.

[ His tone is bitter, pained and spoke of the things he was still dealing with but he pushed past the majority of it. Comforting people was not his strength but damn it he was going to try. One got better at these things the more they did them, right? ]

It... hurts because of how close she was to us. I never... cared about losing someone as much as... I did with her.

[ To which he's never really gonna ever say this to anyone but Chuuya. ]

[The hand at his back is cue enough for Chuuya to lean against Akutagawa's shoulder, eyes falling closed for a brief moment. He doesn't deserve this. He'd talked big about protecting them both, Hell, even changing the future, and now...

Now Higuchi is gone. And while he won't voice the fear aloud, he's scared they won't ever see her again. That fear twists in his chest alongside the grief, too potent for him to handle.]

I wanted... She...

[She deserved better. She deserved a second chance, a better life. She deserved anything but this, and he hates it, inhaling shakily when his throat feels too tight to breath.]

...It's... not fair. We didn't even get to--

[But he didn't want to have said goodbye. He wanted to keep her here, keep her close, see her smile again. He presses his cheek harder against Akutagawa's shoulder, the younger man's presence something to cling to.]

...We didn't even get a chance to fight for her.

[ As Chuuya came to rest against his shoulder, he let it happen with the intent to support him the best he was able to. There was still so many emotions roiling about in his head but he'd reigned most of them in, surprisingly.

His gaze fell to the ground briefly, his chest tight like someone wrapped a vice around his heart and lungs. Even with Chuuya's disjointed speech, Akutagawa picked up most of what he was getting at here and it had his face somewhat reflecting how he felt as a result of them. Maybe that was also why his hand supporting Chuuya curled more into the material there, breath hitching softly. ]

We didn't. She... deserved so much more. A second chance to truly live...

[ He bowed his head slightly. Earlier he thought he'd gotten it all out of his system but now was proving otherwise. ]

I... regret not telling her what... I felt for her. That... those feelings of hers were... returned.

[ Akutagawa sucked in a sharp breath. This hurt and he didn't like it. ]

She meant a lot to a lot of us. You're... not alone in feeling this way, Chuuya-san...

[He'd felt it once before, when he'd accidentally upset Higuchi enough to break their still just forming bond. This is so, so much worse.]

I'll have what he's having.

[Dazai's eyes are red as he slides into the barstool next to Chuuya. He's clearly been crying.]

[Chuuya's eyes are also reddened, though whether that's from the alcohol or tears is anyone's guess.

The truth is, it's both.

He'll nod at the bartender, silently acknowledging Dazai's request, and take another swig from his glass. There's no wine tonight, only hard liquor, all the better for blurring his mind and getting him wasted.

He's silent for a long moment, until the bartender comes back with Dazai's drink and subsequently leaves, and his voice is rough when he finally speaks.]

...How'd you find me?

This is the fourth bar I've checked.

[He figured he had to be at some bar, it was just a matter of narrowing down which one.]

...S'fair I guess.

[They're not that far from where they're staying, but the west likes booze even more than the east.

He swirls what little alcohol is left in his glass around before tossing it back, waving at the bartender for another.]

[Dazai downs his glass in one go. He's not interested in pacing himself tonight, or doing anything except get incredibly drunk.]

...She was the first person I got to know here.

[Genbu himself was rather tipsy, but he could hold his liquor pretty well.

...But not well enough, since clearly he was too drunk to not make stupid decisions.]

Eh...? We talkin' about fires or bands?

[GENBU NOW ISNT THE TIME FOR YOUR COMEDY ROUTINE]

Oh my-is this a 'halloween costume'? How delightful!

[Because the person looks human overall-just a bit fuzzier with the fluffy appendages.]

SO FLUFFY~

[Look out, there is now a purple haired and hued Yordle suddenly nuzzling one of your luxurious tails!]

[Even with the ample supply of uki that Kyoto has to offer, Dionysus cannot be kept long from his true love: alcohol, and Nippon had plenty of variety to offer him. He craves it like the way mortal men crave water, and being high and drunk aren't mutually exclusive things anyway-- he's already high, too.

The verdant god of wine generally makes a boisterous entrance to bars, immediately recognized by some other regulars that he exchanges some friendly greetings with, before he goes to find his own seat at the bar.

That sets him next to Chuuya. The vine god looks different than when they last spoke; Dionysus eyes have a brighter, divine glow behind the pupils, and growing out of his head now are two small golden horns. Chuuya looks different too. More burdened than he last saw him. The bar tender is already getting Dionysus a drink as the god turns towards the familiar face.]

Hey, man, you don't look so good, right gutted, you got a lot of things on your mind?

Erm...no?

[ He stands a little over seven feet tall, just staring at this tiny, tiny man with a mix of concern and disbelief.

He's gonna try to reach out to this smol drunken man. ]

H-hey, are you okay?

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How Genbu is still alive with all the choices he makes, I don't know

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