in the shade of trees ; n. chuuya

.dix-huit

She's a little day-dream happy. Slightly delirious, rather.

Ineko hums- she hums- as she begins making breakfast for herself. A red apron over her loose tank top and trousers, with her boots messily tossed in the corner- dirt tracked into the kitchen.

The morning curb stomping was a lovely entree to her waffles. After Chuuya woke her and snapped at her to get back to her apartment, she watched him walk away with the smallest hint of a smile on his face. That alone was enough to make her happy; happy enough to make her stupidly dumb and pick a fight with two buff yakuza smugglers. She won, though, which is all that counts. She's even got an ear from each bleeding out on her counter to prove it. 

She flips a pancake, thinking back to Chuuya. 

Maybe it is time to start deciphering him; perhaps it is time to understand him better. 

Ineko decides to begin with his fetish for beating her up. 

"Why does he do it?" Oh, that's easy. It's because of bloodlust, right? She flips the pancake onto a shiny white plate. Yes, and no. He's a mafioso- of course he wouldn't mind bloodlust. 

She dumps the remaining two pancakes onto the plate and sets the food onto the table, bustling back to the kitchen to get the maple syrup and better. Is it because... 

...he has morals? Respect? Ineko stops.  

"There's no way Chuuya has morals, pfft," she snickers. She brushes a stray strand of ash beige hair out of her eyes and tucks it behind her ear. "Baby pirate... huh?" She sighs then freezes. 

What's going on? 

She shakes herself from the feeling. She hates it. Her insides feel mushy, and her head feels lightheaded.

"Pft, did he drug me or something?" she snickers to herself and shakes her head, ridding her thoughts of Chuuya. She doesn't want to think about him. Ineko takes a bite out of the pancakes. 

It complicates things too much. 

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Something pierces her heart. The colours invert as her heart thrums painfully. Ineko clutches her head. In her own euphoria, she's forgotten Odasaku. She rummages through her drawers, looking for the bits of paper that contain crucial information on Ango; her finished report. She cries out in relief when she finds the messily stacked papers; quickly grabbing the pile and calling a cab along the way. 

Sitting inside the cab, she reties her hair into a loose bun, letting a few strands fall down naturally. She smoothes down her- 

-she flinches. "Oops," she mutters. "I'm still in my pajamas." She looks down at the light blue clothes that are patterned with yellow, pink and orange pop art bananas. Her shoes aren't the most presentable either; at least, not presentable for the Port Mafia boss, Mori Ougai. "I just hope he'll read it soon and deal with that bastard," she spits as her thoughts stray to the back stabbing Ango. The taxi driver gives her a double glance, a little weirded out by her fuming, scary face and her fancy pajamas. 

Ineko's suddenly swamped by the same feeling that's been haunting her for a while. Her teeth taste sour, and she feels like she's going to throw up. She slants her eyes as her brows furrow in concentration. 

Ineko glances up at the driver through the rearview mirror, her mouth opening. "Hey you, I need to go faster-" she cuts off as she sees something in the corner of the mirror.

red, orange yellow-

-blue. 

Blue for Odasaku.

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