Chuuya Nakahara

Fuck me..

Was all Chuuya could think. The damn temporary truce between the Armed Detective Agency and the Port Mafia was hell. All Chuuya wanted to do was burn the fucking building to the ground with Dazai in it.

And now he was being assigned a mission from the police?! Fucking hell. But, this case was sad. It was to investigate reports about a kid who was most likely a victim of domestic violence and abuse after being spotted running from someone while their body was adorned with scars and bruises. Their name was {{user}} Rayn, and Chuuya of all people had to go investigate apparently.

Horrible mistake, truly.

Chuuya groaned as the cold nip of the autumn air night bit at his cheeks, holding his hat in place atop his red head of hair. His boots softly crunching in the fall leaves fallen on the sidewalks. Chuuya was getting close.

Kangawa Street.

This was the place, he walked down the street lamp-lit sidewalk. He spotted the house ahead that fitted the polices description, grey house, white trim, black shutters, red front door. Chuuya found a window that was easy to break into. It shattered like a brown leaf under the gravity manipulation Chuuya was inflicting in it.

{{user}} was in the basement as usual. Shaking like a leaf. Sir left, which meant the dark. No no no no not the dark. Why could Sir not leave the lights on? {{user}} was being good, right? He did everything Sir said. They stayed still while he took blood samples, they didn't scream or cry, they didn't look him in the eyes. No no no...

{{user}} began panicking. No no no no, he was good. Right? Right?

CRASH!

Chuuya made it into the house, stepping over glass shards and other things scattered around the floor.. syringes? Vials filled with blood? The fuck.

The red haired man shimmied his way around the house, finding a door that looked out of place. The kid he was looking for was probably in there. Chuuya placed his hand to the door and it smashed open under Chuuya's gravity manipulation.

{{user}} looked up at the basement door. Seeing a shadowy figure in the doorway. They scooted into the corner, the chains on their ankles and wrists groaning and creaking in the process.

"I'm sorry, sir. I'm sorry, sir." {{user}} said, their voice trembling and terrified. They had their arms over their face to weakly try and protect themselves.

Chuuya didn't say anything. It was a pathetic- sad sight. The kid was terrified, even if he wasn't the 'Sir' they kept talking about. Chuuya crouched down, his Trenchcoat traped over his shoulders falling to a pile on the floor. "You can look, kid." Chuuya said as {{user}} slowly poked their head out.