★彡[ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇꜱ ᴄʜᴜᴜʏᴀ]彡★

A Creature, Desperate For Affection

In the instant that Chuuya took off, he realized that a good number of things had already started to work against him.

Firstly -- the bug moved like quicksilver, streaking across Yokohama so fast that it was practically a grey blur. If it weren't for his ability, the thing probably would have slipped out of his sight a long time ago.

Then there was the matter of his leg. The traitorous limb had taken it upon itself to start throbbing like hell out of nowhere, completely and utterly screwing over his focus and making little stars appear in his vision.

But none of that was nearly as bad the voice inside his head. The very one that was currently loudly accusing him of being just as suicidal as Dazai. Because surely only someone with a death wish would have the nerve to kiss that man like that.

Honestly! There had probably been hundreds of other ways to get the Port Mafia off his partner's back. But of course that was what he thought of first. Of course that was what went through with.

Oh he was in so much trouble. It wouldn't matter how much he tried to argue that he had  been so very caught up in the moment. The teasing was bound to be merciless 

He's probably mad at me.

Chuuya thought, cringing inwardly. Oh god, he really didn't think he could survive an angry Dazai. One of these days, he was going to return home to find all his hats missing and alcohol replaced with vinegar. Rose petals scattered over his bed in shameless mockery. 

That was the thing about Dazai, he was just too damn perceptive. He had probably already caught on to Chuuya's sure delirium. Perhaps before Chuuya had even realized it himself. Surely the detective had been only faking obliviousness every time Chuuya had blushed so deeply and tripped over his own words.

Because the truth was Chuuya was an absolute fool for that idiot. And there was no way the other man hadn't noticed yet.

Growling, Chuuya burst forward, his annoyance at himself supplying  an extra shot of energy.

It was that energy that allowed him to track the winding path of silver through the grass. Right up until the skyline began to rise and the boom of fireworks could be heard again. 

Until the bug reached the grassy filed that he and the detective had been on only moments earlier, shuddered, and promptly died.

Chuuya landed a bit away from it, stumbling briefly and jogging over. Confused, he reached down and flicked the creepy crawly. The bug turned out to be a lost more mushy than he realized, and he accidentally ended up separating the top half from the bottom.

Well, Chuuya thought, mildly disgusted as he wiped his hand off on his vest, If it wasn't dead before, it mostly definitely is now.

He looked around. Despite the breeze that was ruffling through the tall grass, there was a stillness to the dark night air. Something heavy and metallic hung there, like the humidity that came before a storm.

This must be that 'aura of destruction' that Atsushi was talking about...

The gravity-manipulator took a deep breath, summoning what remained of his confidence, then shouted, "Hey you bastard! You better come on out, I know you're around here somewhere!"

As if on cue, a shadow fell over him, the steady stream of moonlight coming from above vanishing at once.

He spun around.

The monster was large and vaguely humanoid shaped. Each giant limb a vastly different shade of green and seemingly held together by a hastily done thread. Bolts stuck grotesquely between the joints, as if the creature were really just a mish-mash of different parts.