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Heh. I can think of plenty of people who'd call me vain for drinking to that one. Lucky I'm drinking with you instead.
[Chuuya drinks, naturally.]
Well, never have I ever been a sexy redhead.
Heh. I can think of plenty of people who'd call me vain for drinking to that one. Lucky I'm drinking with you instead.
[Chuuya drinks, naturally.]
Well, never have I ever been a sexy redhead.
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It just makes him cry harder, barely able to force words out between sobs.]
I love you, I love you, I love you...
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I love you, Chuuya Nakahara.
[A pause.]
We’ll make that bastard pay, I promise.
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Chuuya doesn't think about that.]
We will. We have to.
[Chuuya can't fail another child left in his care. Not again.]
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[Chuuya will spend the rest of the night wrapped in his boyfriend’s embrace, and the rest he gets will be full of nightmares. It can’t be helped, but he wishes he could’ve rested well before his last day on earth.
He won’t wake his boyfriend. Let him sleep as long as he wants with Chuuya warm beside him..]
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They will never be more than dreams now.
When he wakes, he keeps his eyes closed as if that could give him another minute of dreaming. When that doesn't work, he curls in closer to his boyfriend.]
...good morning.
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[There’s no use in grieving over what could have been. They both need courage and determination to do this, and living in dreams, as wonderful and pleasant as they are, isn’t going to help them now.]
I’ve got the info on Mori’s location. How do you wanna do this?
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[They might very well fuck things up.]
I can go from 'not holding a gun' to 'holding a gun' to 'shooting' almost instantly, so that's a point in our favor. Not that I think you can't distract him, but he's still the boss for a reason.
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[No guarantees; this is Mori they’re talking about, after all.]
He’s out shopping, but he and Elise always go to the docks for ice cream after. Today is a weekday. It won’t be crowded.
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[...they might have to say their goodbyes early.]
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[Chuuya doesn’t want this. He wants to be with his boyfriend forever. It isn’t fair...]
Just a little longer.
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[Chuuya wraps his arms over his boyfriend's shoulders and kisses him softly on the lips. If they're going to have to separate then he wants to spend every moment before that kissing him.]
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But eventually they do part, and it’s time to put their plan into action.
It’s easy enough for Chuuya to be at Mori’s side, distracting him while poet-Chuuya finds a suitable position to shoot from.
He can only hope this won’t go awry.]
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Chuuya's sure his position is hidden from Mori's gaze. He hasn't even looked this way, too occupied with talking to his executive. Elise is around, but she's not tall enough to get in the way of a shot to the chest.
It takes less than a second for his book to turn to a gun and fire-
-but in that second, Elise must hear something, because she shoves Mori to the side, and what would have been a shot to the heart gets a lung insteead.
Mori falls, trying to cover the hole in his open chest in his hands. It's a wound that could easily kill him - but not instantly, and in that time there's still Elise, whose gaze is immediately fixed on Chuuya's hiding spot.]
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One of them is going to have to engage her soon, and like hell Chuuya is going to let it be his lover.]
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Poet-Chuuya can't just abandon his lover, it's out of the question - but he knows himself too well to think he'd be very useful in a fight against a small girl, even if she is Mori's ability.
Instead, he approaches the fallen Mori, who's still struggling to try to breathe, and shoots him twice in the head while he's prone.
Elise won't stop fighting until Mori's dead, so the solution is to make Mori die faster.]
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Shit...
[He’s bleeding. A lot.]
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They're not.
With wide eyes, Chuuya rushes to his love's side.]
No, no, no, no...
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The expression on his boyfriend’s face breaks his heart, and Chuuya reaches up to cup his cheek with a blood soaked hand.]
I’m sorry. I broke my promise. I said I wouldn’t leave you...
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[He's crying too hard to see his boyfriend's expression, but the hand on his cheek says everything. Sobbing, Chuuya wraps his arms around the other's chest.
It's too late to worry about aggravating a wound.]
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[Chuuya gently strokes his boyfriend’s cheek, the movement of his thumb taking almost all the energy he has left.]
I don’t...wanna die without seeing you smile again.
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There are still tears in the corners of his eyes.]
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[Chuuya smiles in return as the light slowly begins to fade from his eyes.]
Use the time you have left...to do something good, okay? Don’t...give up because of me.
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His love has always thought too much of him. He says 'don't give up' like Chuuya has the strength to keep going without him. Like Chuuya could pick himself up again after watching another piece of his heart die. Like Chuuya will do anything besides stay here and cry over his corpse until the mafia comes to retaliate.]
...I will.
[He can't keep going, but he can at least lie so that his love can die content.]