Odyssey - How To Tame A Demon

Chapter 25: Showing True Self

After avoiding the auction personnel, the two are finally able to get immerge from the tunnel. "Finally!" Chuuya cried out in the air, exasperated and relieved in his voice.

"Got some grudge against tunnel? You do know these kinds of tunnels are useful, a safe haven to any missions, criminals or not" Fyo said as he gesture his hands to the tunnel exit.

"Tch, it's dark, cold, wet, and unsanitary" Chuuya complains. "Only rats would like this kind of place. And you are probably one of them, a rat." He followed pointing a finger at Fyo before walking ahead. He is still dejected by the fact that he might really look like a slug or why these two, Dazai and Fyo call him that, triggering his insecurities.

"A rat?" Chuuya heard Fyo mutters before he could walk farther, ignoring him. Chuuya continues to walk not caring about anything nor whatever is happening to the auction house as long as he had the key in his hands.

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The two have been walking for a while and Chuuya is starting to bother about whether he is walking on the right way, but since Fyo's not saying anything therefore he continued. After a few minutes Chuuya felt that Fyo's movements are lagging behind, he looked back only to find him stopped walking, catching his breath. Only then he remembers that Fyo had a weak constitution. They have been in the middle of the cold night and a drizzle of rain is mixed in the air.

A small sympathy erupted in his heart, walking back he removes his fur jacket and throw it to the tall guy. "The key is in the jacket, do your job and keep it safe" Chuuya sternly instructed, masking the fact that he is giving the fur jacket to his freezing subordinate. He quickly turn around and continued walking. He hug his body with his hand rubbing them on his shoulder as they were exposed. However, before he could walk further, he felt Fyo's presence behind him and before he could speak, Fyo beat him to it.

"Let me help you with that"

Chuuya felt a pair of cold hands in his bare shoulders stroking them to receive some warmth. He turns around and glared at the tall guy, he really cannot let his guard down around the purple-eyed. Facing him, his lips twitches when he saw that Fyo is not using the jacket but is hanging in his arm folded, all sympathy in his heart evaporated.

"Tch, give me that" Chuuya snathes the jacket from Fyo's arm and walks away.

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They arrive in a small town in Shimane Prefecture. Fyo lead him to a decent hotel near the ocean, where even from the streets they could hear the waves hitting the shore.

"Two rooms! well, take that last two rooms!!!" Chuuya quickly told the receptionist. Apparently, there are only two vacant room available in the hotel they were at the moment. And Chuuya doesn't want an opportunity for Fyo to get any ideas. He looked over his shoulder to see Fyo who was smiling at the receptionist. At that time a car parked right in front of the hotel. Looks like another guest has arrived. Chuuya panicked seeing the guest "Quickly give me the key, Now!" he almost threatens the receptionist.

"That won't be necessary" He heard Fyo state with a light laugh and soon he felt a cold hand in his waist that dragged him near the tall guy's body in close proximity. He was about to retaliate but he stop because of what Fyo had said.

"See that man that had just arrived? He was actually our lead to the next key" Fyo whispered in his ear. "It would be easier to spy on him if we're in the same hotel, don't you think" He followed pushing the small body to his Chuuya shivers hearing his voice near his ear.

Chuuya whispered and look up only to find an amused face of Fyo. "There's some crucial information I need from him" Said Fyo.

"I don't believe you!" Chuuya whispered back while grabbing his Fyo's hands on his waist trying to remove them. While the two have a silent battle in their place, the receptionist along with his colleagues were thrilled while watching them. A beautiful red-haired lady and a tall handsome man have a lover quarrel in front of them. Giggling with each other as if watching a romance opera where the characters are all over each other.