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[ When Chuuya comes to, the room he will wake up in is dark, without any windows. The walls are as gray as the floor, and it all seems to run together. The entire room is nondescript; it could easily be a basement anywhere. Chuuya is chained to the wall, both feet and hands shackled in heavy metal.

To counteract his powers, he's been given military grade ability nullification drugs, on top of a cocktail of other medication meant to keep him drowsy and disoriented. The Hunting Dogs had done their research; they knew Chuuya of all people wouldn't be easy to keep down. He'd be near impossible, if not completely impossible, to break, too, which is precisely the reason that Jouno wanted to be the one to interrogate him. The sound of someone strong finally shattering in front of him has always been music to his ears.

It's the subtle shift in Chuuya's breathing that lets Jouno know the mafia executive has woken up. ]

Nakahara Chuuya-san. You won't mind if I pull up a seat, do you? We have a lot to talk about.

[ Regardless of the response, Jouno takes a folding chair from beside the door and unfolds it, placing it right in front of where Chuuya is held. It's close enough that he can reach out and touch him if he wants to, though for now, it seems he has no plans to do so right away. A conversation is always a good place to start, and if Chuuya chooses not to cooperate, the taser Jouno's spinning in his hands might help loosen his lips. ]

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[A Hunting Dog? Chuuya isn't surprised. Of course it would take the Hunting Dogs to capture him, even when they apparently had a traitor on their side. And he's still angry with himself because he should have been strong enough to handle it.]

Meursault? That might slow him down.

[He's heard of that prison. It's supposed to be designed to keep anyone in, no matter how strong and no matter how dangerous. Chuuya laughs, forcing the sound out in spite of the pain, leaning forwards as far as the restraints allow. He refuses to be scared. He is, but he refuses to acknowledge it, when it's so much easier to be violent.]

How long were you planning to keep me here? Six months? That gives us time to bet on his escape.

[And it's not that he expects Dazai to save him. Either the Port Mafia rescues him, or he rescues himself. But one thing he's not is worried about Dazai.]

Or should we bet on whether he gets out before I do?

[ Jouno's impressed, but not surprised, at Chuuya's ability to hold his composure. A Port Mafia executive would be tough by requirement, and he's heard rumors surrounding Chuuya's resolve. His voice is steady, confident even, but he can't control the physical responses to fear. The accelerated heartbeat and the scent of increased sweat are all Jouno needs to know that he's gotten to him, at least a little.

Jouno sets down the taser on a tray nearby, feeling the top of it until his fingers come to what he wants to use next. He wraps his fingers around the handle of a small blade before approaching Chuuya once more. ]

I plan to keep you here much longer than that if I have to. I don't care if it takes years.

[ Though he does pity accounting if that's the case. The budget to keep Chuuya sedated is already high. ]

I don't make bets with criminals.

[ His free hand is on Chuuya's stomach again, fingers ghosting over burnt skin and scars before he positions the knife where the taser had it, turning it so the point of the blade prodded but didn't puncture. ]

[Chuuya is still watching him, watching the way he moves his hands across the tray as if he can't see what's right in front of him. So he'd been right then, the man is blind. Not that it seems to make a difference.]

Coward. You're just scared you'll lose.

[His abs twitch at the touch, tensing and relaxing under Jouno's fingers as Chuuya fights to keep his body under control. He breathes out, and goes still again. He can barely see the blade at this angle, but he can easily feel it.]

It doesn't matter. You'll be dead before I can cash in on the bet.

[ Jouno is unbothered by the threat, ignoring it entirely as he rolls the blade over until it's on it's side, cutting lightly into marred flesh. He can smell the little bit of blood that wells up and marks Chuuya's hip. Licking his lips, he drags the blade upwards, cutting through fabric and slicing up skin.

He clearly doesn't care if he makes a mess of Chuuya's clothing. ]

In that case, I should have my fun with you now.

[ He pulls the blade back for a moment before his hand replaces it, fingers climbing through sticky blood. He curls them, nails digging into the scratch. The wound isn't deep enough for him to finger entirely, but he wants to feel his work if he can't see it. ]

[Chuuya really hates just having to take it. It's not deep, at least. It still hurts, but he'll take that over being electrocuted, and the way the effects build and worsen with each shock. So it's easy not to react --

Until those fingers force just a slight little hiss out of him, more surprise than real pain yet.]

So far this is pretty boring.

[The last time he was tortured, N only had so much time, so he'd used overwhelming pain to try to break Chuuya. He knows this is different. He knows a slow build-up will be worse in the long run.]

I think I'll use gravity on you so you can't move, then set you on fire. Then I'll smash whatver is left into dust.

[ The hiss is small, but it brings a smile to Jouno's face nonetheless. Whether it's from pain or surprise, he doesn't care. It's a reaction, one that Chuuya hadn't been able to hold back. ]

Moderation is key.

[ He pulls his finger back from the wound, smearing a long line of blood from Chuuya's chest down to his stomach. It's warm and sticky on his fingers. ]

If I were to throw everything we have at you, you might break early. It'd be effective, but it wouldn't be nearly as enjoyable.

[ He's a sadist, after all. He hadn't joined this line of work out of any real desire for justice. Whether the Armed Detective Agency succeeded or not, morally, he didn't particularly care. Nor does he seem to care about Chuuya's threats. In a way, it'd be poetic, to be set on fire after all the times he's burned other people. ]

[Chuuya's abs twitch again, like he wants to pull himself away from that touch, but there's nowhere for him to go. This person can touch him as much as he likes. But Chuuya really will have his revenge, sooner or later.]

Worse torture doesn't mean someone breaks faster.

[The intense pain he went through when N tortured him didn't make him want to do anything but fight. And while it's never been Chuuya's job to torture people for the Port Mafia, he works with those who do, he's heard their stories.]

But aren't you in a rush to find out what information I know? Or is that just an excuse to do this?

It'd be beneficial to the mission if you told me early on. We could find the Armed Detective Agency and arrest them before they caused any more trouble.

[ Something about the way he says it is a little too nonchalant. It'd be beneficial, yes, but he's only invested in how the mission goes from a professional standpoint, not a moral one.

If they don't learn anything from Chuuya, they'll learn it from someone else. ]

I just want to hear the beat of your heart when you realize that holding out is hopeless.

[ Even if it took months, or years. It'd be expensive, but they were military. They had the resources.

Jouno's hand drifts slightly lower, to the zipper on Chuuya's pants. He says nothing, as if he's silently considering something. Chuuya wouldn't break easily and violence alone wouldn't be enough.

There was a reason they'd chosen Jouno for this particular interrogation over Teruko. ]

But you wouldn't stop torturing me if I did tell you.

[He states it as fact, because he knows that it is. He's not an idiot. Chuuya has other valuable information, enough to give someone a chance at taking down the Port Mafia even, if he did end up spilling it. But that information dies with him.

He also has information on himself. He's a criminal. Of course they're not letting him off easy.

This is... too slow, though. He won't keep pushing for the man to hurry it along, since that would make him seem weak, but waiting is definitely keeping him tense. And the way Jouno keeps touching him is uncomfortable.]

Can't make up your mind on what to do?

I give you my word that I would let you go if you gave us information that led to their arrest.

[ Jouno isn't lying. As corrupt as he is, he does still stand for some form of justice. ]

You are Port Mafia, but our evidence on you is hardly enough for an arrest at this moment. Besides, I'm here to shut down a greater evil.

[ Chuuya's taunt -- because that's what it comes across as -- simply makes Jouno smile. ]

Am I going too slow for you?

[He's not sure he believes it. Letting him go would be a stupid move considering they'll never be able to capture him again. Not that it matters, because he has no intention of giving this asshole any information about anything, no matter what he does.]

I bet you hate that. You're so sure I'm one of the worst criminals around, but you can't prove it.

[The Port Mafia is good at hiding its tracks. Even Chuuya, one of its most openly violent members, doesn't have a single warrant out for his arrest, and never has. They've paid off all the right people to make sure of it.

That doesn't get him out of this situation, but it's at least a satisfying thought to hold on to. Especially since he really doesn't like where this is going.]

Go ahead. Take your time. Mind if I take a nap?

I don't care about that. You could be the most guilty man or completely innocent and it would all be the same to me.

[ Jouno would be doing this regardless. ]

I'd enjoy breaking you either way.

[ The hand that was lingering by Chuuya's zipper unfastens the button of his pants. Chuuya may not break from physical torture, but there was always more that Jouno could do.

Humiliation was always a good start. ]

Go on and take your nap. I'm sure you'll wake up soon enough.

[ The zipper is next, though he leaves it there for now, moving to grab his knife once more. ]

It can get cold in here. I hope you don't mind.

[Chuuya tenses. He's not surprised. He was half naked the last time he was tortured, and this Hunting Dog seems like he wouldn't hesitate to make it worse. But he still can't let it get to him. He'll get through this.

He tries to reach for his ability again, but it just makes his head full fuzzy.]

I never liked being cold.

[He so wishes he could just break these chains and kick the guy's head off his shoulders. It would be so easy if it wasn't for these drugs.]

Is someone like you really pretending to be one of the good guys?

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