You woke up to a severe headache as if your head collided with an on-going train. The sound of rain droplets echoed throughout your mind like a repetitive cacophony; there was a storm outside. No rays of sunshine were in sight, only the saddening colours of the clouds. Before being able to process your awakening, the sudden urge to puke interrupted you. You sprinted toward the bathroom and held your hair up, letting your vomit fall in the toilet instead of your delicate (H,C) locks.
Fortunately, this unsettling disturbance came to an end as soon as it started. You thoroughly washed your face, grimacing at the nauseating smell which enveloped the atmosphere. Looking at your complexion in the mirror, you stuck out your tongue in disgust. Your hair was a messy clump of tangles, your eyes were abnormally small with noticeable eye bags hanging under your orbs, your lips were a bright red as if you got stung by a bee, and weirdly enough you felt as though something atrocious happened last night. This weird feeling bubbled up in the pits of your stomach; you couldn't remember the events of last night. You recall seeing the bandaged brunet, but your memories of that soirée were blurry.
Heading in the direction of your kitchen, you stumbled quite a bit in your movements. You quickly grabbed an ice pack and compressed the object against your head. You felt as though your life was draining from your body; the affliction was immense, yet not the worst you've ever experienced. As you saw your dining table in shambles, you blurted out some incomprehensible words and rolled your eyes. What on earth happened last night?
You didn't have enough time to thoroughly analyse the situation; a loud husky voice began resonating from afar. As you turned your head toward your large window, an orange-haired midget flew through the glass obstacle and destroyed it. The keen glass spiraled in every possible direction. Thankfully, it didn't reach you. The mafioso loudly grunted and headed toward your direction. You were still bewildered. To be completely honest, you couldn't comprehend the fact that this little man was capable of doing such hazardous things.
"You could've opened the window, you know?!," yelled Chuuya in exasperation. He clearly looked tired and out of it, as if he just woke up from a hangover. The man stumbled a bit in his movements, holding a hand to his head.
"How the hell was I supposed to know that you were going to enter my apartment through a WINDOW?!," you choked out in utter disbelief. The ice pack fell to the ground as you approached the mafioso, hands ready to slap him numerous times. "You better pay for this mess!"
"Yes, yes. Don't make a huge fuss about it," he replied, his nerves calming themselves. Chuuya proceeded by taking the ice pack that fell to the ground and pressed it on his own scalp. You could conclude that he had been drunk yesterday.
You simply huffed and crossed your arms, annoyed by the other's sudden intrusion. It wasn't as though you hated Chuuya, of course not. You loved the man, and that's why you could act so nonchalantly around him. He wasn't one of those competitive friends where the both of you would often try to look somewhat better than the other. In fact, in the redhead's eyes, you were the same as him; he equalized the people worthy of being his friend. Although, that didn't get rid of the fact that what he had just done was utterly stupendous.
"On a side note, I have some special news for you," he said while trying to grin. You understood Chuuya's skeptical attitude; the Port Mafia wasn't a safe place, and you acknowledged that all too well. That's why the mafioso didn't want you to join in the first place, but he couldn't simply refuse your desire. Seeing him put on a fake smile somehow broke your heart. He only wanted what's best for you.
"You are now a member of the Port Mafia!"
You deeply smiled before you ran toward the orange-haired midget and aggressively jumped on him in order to embrace the man. He fell aback and the both of you collided with the floor, which was now covered by pieces of glass. You didn't care about your sudden position, you simply hugged the other and laughed it off. Chuuya started laughing and eventually hugged you back, arms wrapping around your body and warmth reaching your inner soul. His embraces were truly comforting as if he were giving you the entire world in one simple gesture.
Eventually, the both of you separated and got up, patting your clothes to get the dust and the glass off. It was clear that you were amused by the other's righteous news; he didn't need to be an exceptionally witty person to understand your shocking outburst. You headed toward your kitchen and started making two coffees since the beverage supposedly eased people experiencing hangovers. In the mean time, Chuuya was inspecting your house with surprisingly much attention. He noticed your messy dining table and disordered living room. His eye brows curiously wiggled in confusion as he tried shelling the events from last night.
"Did you have some sort of party yesterday? Or maybe a date with someone?," he asked, gaze turning to meet your orbs. You looked at him and then at your shambled apartment, a sigh escaping your lips. You were as curious as him; your mind couldn't work efficiently, therefore your home's state was still a complete mystery. He noticed the disappointment in your face and immediately questioned your behaviour.
"I literally have no clue. The only thing I remember is being with Dazai," you exclaimed as you put a finger to your chin. When hearing the name 'Dazai', the redhead grimaced and started muttering random swear words. You giggled a bit at the other's attitude, fully aware that him and the brunet were rivals. Although the two of them were often arguing with one another or causing a ruckus, you knew they actually cared for each other. It wasn't as though they were never irritated by one's presence; they just had their misunderstandings here and there.
"Don't tell me you had sex with hi-"
"GOD NO! WHAT?!," you interrupted the other while screaming at the top of your lungs. How could he even consider that? The brunet was merely your comrade and friend. To think that the both of you would condone in sexual activity was beyond your reasoning. It's not as if he perceived you as his lover or anything. In fact, you thought that an individual such as Dazai would never fall in love with a women like you.
"Sorry, I was just asking. I mean, I always manage to find out about his rendez-vous with other women, and let's just say, he's not one to fool arou-"
"You don't need to elaborate. I understand, thank you Chu Chu," you muttered under your breath as the other stopped talking. Surprisingly, he didn't seem fazed by the nick name you used.
The mafioso approached your dining table, noticing the wine stains on the snowy cloth, and saw what looked like a small note. Surely, the scribblings were made by Dazai—the redhead could still identify the brunet's sloppy hand writing even after four years. Picking it up with his dainty fingers, Chuuya read the note out loud.
"I'm guessing you probably don't remember anything from last night. Call me if you want some answers, and if not, let it remain a mystery. Signed, The most handsome- Alright I've had enough of this crap. That moron is still as narcissistic as ever."
Your eyes immediately widened whilst you marched in the direction of the other. Chuuya wasn't aware of your proximity.
"Don't just read it as if it wasn't personal! Give me that!," you huffed in frustration, ripping the note out of the mafioso's hand. The midget darkly chuckled, grin becoming mischievous. He couldn't help but find your situation hilarious, utterly comedic.
"I suppose you're willing to meet him?," he asked, smile darkening into something malicious. Chuuya was onto you; he was aware that something happened last night; something passionate. Maybe there was a declaration of love? Who knows? For the time being, you were oblivious and the redhead was a scoffing mess.
"I do plan on doing so... But right now, I've got to reach the Port Mafia's headquarters. Give me ten minutes and I'll be ready!," you exclaimed as you backed away, going toward your bedroom. The man with cerulean eyes simply sighed, headache becoming worst.
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Sorry for the shitty chapter, I'll try to make the next one better :)
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