hiraeth

06 | Noctiphany

- HIRAETH SIX -
| NOCTIPHANY|
n. an appearance of something that only occurs at night

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Chuuya Nakahara
October 26 - 1:23 AM

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SPLASHES of puddles were heard, Chuuya was running. He was running everywhere, turning left and right, looking for any possibilities where the missing boy could be.

Yokohama was big, and that wasn't good if you're searching for someone. Stopping in his tracks, he had ran around for a straight two hours and tried to catch his breath.

"Atsushi-kun.. where the hell are you?" He thought, worried.

"IT'S THE TIGER! RUN AWAY!!" Yells of citizens echoed in his ears. Not a moment to lose, random people ran past Chuuya. He, though, charged towards the crowd.

He wasn't sure if Atsushi would even be there but this is what his gut was telling him, no matter how unreasonable it may be, he'll find him.

Activating his ability, he lightened his weight, increased his mobility and ran to the scene. It led him to a warehouse, where a certain animal was in at the moment.

"So you're the tiger that Mr. Fancy Hat says, huh?"

It had glossy and thick snow white fur, its muscles ripple as it slowly crept towards him. "Atsushi isn't here.. that's one less thing to worry about, atleast."

"..But that doesn't mean I'll let you off the hook, I don't want a tiger be on the loose either." Chuuya glared at it, only for its wind-stirred eyes to feel familiar. Its scleras were a bright shade of yellow and eyes colored royal purple with gold creeping around the edges of his irises as if it were trying to take over.

He felt something. The look on this animal was giving had something else inside. It was.. fear? Fear? A tiger?

No, Chuuya was definitely imagining things. Tigers are known for their fearsomeness, rivaling even a lion!

Shaking his head, not noticing his angry glare at the tiger, it suddenly flicked its tail and leaped on him. It had gone on a rampage, breaking countless boxes that Nakahara steps on just to avoid it.

"You're not even worth to use my ability on." He sneered and at the exact right moment, kicked it in the head.

Chuuya Nakahara had just kicked a rampaging white tiger. He kicked it with no effort. 

"Looks like my martial arts did come in handy. Not that I doubted it's useless." He thought. But the tiger didn't seem to be scratched, almost as if it never felt any pain nor had any bruises. It almost gave him the idea that this was not your normal wild tiger.

He clicked his tongue, looking down on the animal before a shock sent through his veins. Not because of an attack, it was.. 

His throat tightened when he saw that one sign. A blue and pink hairclip dangled on top of the tiger's ear, it was the one that Yosano clipped to his hair. This was his. He can't be mistaken.

But why? Atsushi.. He was just a child, he never even had a life outside of those walls. Why does fate have to lead the boy down to this?

"You fucking shit.." He cursed, his eyes covered in the darkness. Blood seeped from clenching his fist so hard, his nail digging themselves into his skin. Gritted teeth and an acid-like animosity – burning and potent. The rage hissed throughout his body, almost as if it was a fury of emotions sweeping him like ferocious waves.