◣ chuuya ◥ :

♠ Heart. Chuuya wondered if Kyouka had that word in her valid vocabulary for something that really meant something in their small, violent world, before that boy was able to show her a different path. To Chuuya, among the years that he spent working with her, she really was already different from them when she was first accounted for in the mafia. After all, that need to reach for light didn’t come from nowhere– that’s where Chuuya decidedly thinks she’s mistaken. Atsushi didn’t lead her to the light, like a soul wandering in the dark for as long as they could remember; she was lost, and she found what she was looking for in the agency’s glow. She found what she was meant to be.

“I see, I see. Well, at least you’ve found some way to get her under your control.” He shrugs. “Besides, I know she’s not sentient, but she’ll eventually ‘learn’ to work with you as well, right? Maybe she’ll eventually catch on completely.” He gives her a quick flash of teeth, chest reverberating with a laugh. “I…guess I can envision you with a set of throwing knives. If you ever have trouble with that, I’m always–well.” He stops himself quietly. “When I’m around, you can call me.” It’s different now, he has to remind himself. They are in seperate rivaling groups, after all. The truce suspends them, leaving many a sworn enemy to gentle their hand and release their weapons for now. Chuuya can’t help but feel a little solace in this fact, for a break feels welcome after such chaos with the Guild–despite not being able to help feeling that it will lead to something much darker.

◣ ✿ ◥ Well, that ended that trail of thought. I’m always here. You can count on me. Not anymore, really. Belonging to enemy organisations sure put a damper on any relationship they could have, but she didn’t like thinking about that. She had to acknowledge it, however, or else she might get careless on her way to their discreet meetings, and if that happened, someone from the agency could find out. That’d be troublesome. But she didn’t need to say it out loud. Hearing it from her companion, even if not directly in those words, made her pause. Hopefully they wouldn’t have that conversation again.

“Like Golden Demon,” the girl chimed in on the first topic. “Like how Kouyou-san can control her ability.” That was her goal, at least. It seemed Kyouka’s own mother had a good deal of control over Demon Snow, which made the outlook more promising. Even if her mother chose to kill people with it. Maybe Akutagawa wasn’t the only person she had to prove wrong. “Throwing knives is different from stabbing with them.” Even though her assassinations relied mostly on her ability, she did spend years of training prior to them learning how to fight for herself. It’d been difficult, but she managed fine.