sixie · 2 years ago
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Not long after the battle between Chuuya's Corruption and a Dragon born from the chaos of abilities, Dazai noticed that the shorter man started wearing new gloves, exposing the tips of his fingers.
No one thought much of it; the Mafioso was known to mix up his wardrobe once in awhile. On occasion the once Demon Prodigy would notice the striking red on his partner's nails and pull him aside to compliment them.
Or perhaps to give praise to the singularity residing within Chuuya that had a sudden keen interest in the one its vessel called out for with such intensity that it became part of its existence.
"Dazai..."
"Arahabaki. How nice to see you."
In this state it was no longer Chuuya, but a being who wanted to consume the detective.
"Or should I call you Arahabakitty?" Dazai mused with a smirk.
This form of the Mini Mafioso was unashamedly greedy, demanding, unable to take his paws off him. It acted like a needy cat that wanted all of the taller man's attention.
Arahabaki would press the soft curls of its vessel's hair against Dazai's neck, unable to say anything besides the name embedded into its core. It would nip and mark the taller man with small claws until it was pleased with its claims.
No longer human didn't work, possibly because this was more complicated than an ability or singularity. It was Arahabaki slowly taking over Chuuya's body so it could track down Dazai. After some praise and sacrifice of Dazai's throat to this beautiful calamity, Arahabaki would slowly calm in the arms of the demon prodigy. Slowly the singularity drifted to darkness, content for now with seeing Dazai, and letting Chuuya have his body back.
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sixie · 1 year ago
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Nakahara Chuuya ferociously battling the Red Dragon, as seen in Dead Apple.
( I cant be the only person who sees him as an angry kitty right??)
Bonus: Arahabakitty eyes
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