pursuit • nakahara chuuya

Chapter VII

~ [f/n] POV

"A shade of blue too dark for the evening sky."

The soft words quietly escape from my lips.

"A bad omen coming from the cup filled with wine."

A sigh escapes.

"I'm a photographer. Not a poet."

I say aloud as I place the wine bottle onto the floor.

"Still... I have a bad feeling..."

~ Chuuya POV

"Boss." My voice echos. "What exactly do you think [l/n]'s ability is?"

"At the moment I only know she can see future events." The tall male in front of me answers.

My eyes wander off to the walls while the male speaks once more.

"Did you learn anything new?"

"No." Of course this is a lie. "I was hoping I would be able to question her on something obvious about her ability."

"To get her to spill out a thorough explanation of her ability, right?"

"Yes."

"I see." He glances at Elise then looks back to me. "You may leave now."

As he says, I turn on my feet and walk towards the exit. Immediately leaving the building.

I was prepared to lie. However, I'm not certain how long he will believe the lie.

Without my own knowing, I get lost in my thoughts filled with the worry of my lie possibly being caught.

While completely emersed in my thoughts I happen to bump into someone.

"I'm sorry."

"No, I'm the one who should be sorry. I'm sorry."

After taking a closer look at the male; I realize who it is, "Jinko?"

"Eh? Yes... Chuuya-san, right?" The taller male known as Atsushi replies.

"Good timing!" I take a notepad out my pocket along with a pen.

Quickly scribbling down words then tearing the page out. "Give this to the bandage wasting bastard for me."

"Eh? Okay..." He says in a confused tone.

With that being said I take my leave.

The quiet stroll back to the house was interrupted by my cellphone.

I take one glance at the caller ID then immediately answer.

"Ane-san?"

The call was not too long. It ended not even five minutes later.

The words she said into the phone only encouraged me to think more.

The voices of chatter rings in my ears as I walk home.

God! Was my house always so far?

I become a bit impatient.

Once I realize I accidentally took the long route home; I begin to walk faster.

With only a few stops here and there and a few phone calls; I finally reach my destination.

I unlock the door to immediately enter. Taking off my shoes once the door closes.

All while completely engrossed in my own thoughts.

"I'm back..." I say to the figure sitting on the couch.