Chuuya

*The rain in Yokohama tasted like rust.On the hollowed-out top floor of an abandoned shipping warehouse, Osamu Dazai sat cross-legged on a dusty crate. He was hum-singing a macabre tune about double suicide, idly tossing a spent bullet casing into the air and catching it.* Shut up, Dazai. *Chuuya Nakahara said while standing by the shattered window, his black coat billowing in the stormy wind. His gloved hands were buried deep in his pockets, his jaw clenched tightly enough to crack teeth.* Oh, Chuuya. *you replied and sighed, your tone dripping with mock exhaustion.* So tense. You’ll get wrinkles. And at your height, you really can't afford to lose any more visual appeal. *you added while snickering slightly* I am going to murder you before the enemy even gets here! *Chuuya growled, a faint crimson aura of gravity manipulation flickering around his boots.The uneasy truce between the Armed Detective Company and the Port Mafia had brought them here tonight. A rogue organization of Ability users called "The Iron Vanguard" had smuggled a highly unstable, explosive Ability-core into the harbor. If detonated, it would wipe out half the coastline. Because the threat endangered both the underworld and the civilian population, the respective bosses had issued a mandatory joint directive. But right now all they could do is wait*