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The small group of band members excitedly hurried onto the bus. Most of them were buzzing with excitement. They had been released from classes half a day early to prepare for their trip. It was nearing 2 in the afternoon now, and they had finally loaded all of the instruments, uniforms, and luggage. They were ready to leave.
“Aren’t you excited, Chuuya?” Dazai asked, poking the smaller boy’s cheek.
“I’ll be excited when we get there. You do realize that an 18 hour bus ride stands between us and our destination, right?” Chuuya grumbled.
“But it’ll be 18 hours together!” Dazai cheered.
“Kill me now,” Chuuya grumbled.
The students began picking their seats. Dazai and Chuuya took a seat nearer to the back of the bus, presumably to be away from adult supervision. Dazai claimed the window seat, and Chuuya was more than happy to have the aisle seat. Atsushi and Akutagawa took the seat across the aisle from them, with Atsushi in the aisle seat. The seat behind them was occupied by Ranpo and Yosano, and Dazai saw Tanizaki and Tachihara sit together, though they were much nearer to the front.
Chuuya settled into his seat as the bus started moving, pulling out of the school parking lot. It was going to be a very long 18 hours.
Hour 1
“Chuuya,” Dazai said. Chuuya had shut his eyes, hoping to take a nap so the trip would go faster. However, that was apparently not going to happen. “Chuuya,” Dazai whined again.
“What?” Chuuya snapped, his eyes flying open.
“Nothing,” Dazai said, pouting.
“Goddammit Dazai, what?” Chuuya asked, irritated.
“Nothing. You’re angry, and it’s not important,” Dazai said, looking out the window.
“I am not angry!” Chuuya snapped angrily.
“You sound angry,” Dazai whined.
“You do sound pretty angry, Chuuya,” Atsushi chimed in. Akutagawa nodded.
“Uggggh,” Chuuya groaned.
Hour 3
“I win again!” Ranpo cheered.
For the past half an hour, Ranpo, Yosano, Chuuya, Dazai, Atsushi, and Akutagawa had been playing cards. It had been somewhat unclear as to what exactly they were playing, as while Atsushi had been under the impression they had been playing go fish, Ranpo seemed to think they were playing spoons. Dazai and Akutagawa had been playing by the rules of blackjack, and somehow Yosano had been playing Uno. With regular playing cards.
Chuuya was just confused. The game had devolved into some sort of mish-mash of all the games, and somehow it worked out. They had several spectators who looked somewhat in awe.
Yosano collected all of the cards, shuffled them, then dealt the next hand. Maybe the bus ride wouldn’t be so bad after all.
Hour 4
The bus ride was going to be horrible and long, Chuuya decided. The card game had descended into chaos after a few more rounds, resulting in cards being flung everywhere. Most of them had been picked up, but Chuuya knew they’d be finding cards in random places for the remainder of the ride.
“Are we there yet?” Dazai whined.
“We’ve only been gone for 4 hours, Dazai. It takes 18 to get there,” Atsushi said.
“Ugggggh,” Dazai whined. “Why does it have to take so long?”
No one deemed to answer his question. Everyone was looking a bit worse for wear, as people always do after several hours on a cramped bus.
Dazai slumped over on top of Chuuya. Chuuya pushed him, but he barely moved off of his spot on Chuuya’s lap.
“Get off of me,” Chuuya complained.
“But Chuuya’s so comfortable,” Dazai whined.
Chuuya sighed, knowing that once Dazai put his mind to something, he wasn’t going to give up so easily.
Hour 6
Chuuya had fallen asleep. So had Dazai, and glancing across the aisle, it seemed Atsushi had fallen asleep leaning on Akutagawa in a somewhat adorable position. Chuuya also realized that both of his legs were asleep thanks to Dazai laying on top of them.
He had been awoken by parking lot lights, which likely meant they were making one of the few stops they had planned on this excessively long road trip. Chuuya shifted his weight so that Dazai’s sleeping form tumbled to the ground.
“Wake up, shitty bastard. We’re stopping for dinner,” Chuuya said.
Dazai sat up, wiping his bleary eyes. “That wasn’t a very nice thing to do, Chuuya,” he complained.
“Get used to it,” Chuuya replied. Once the bus was stopped, everyone started filing off of the bus and into the tiny fast food restaurant. It was obvious that the understaffed establishment was not equipped the handle as many customers as there were members of the marching band. The single cashier on duty looked like she might have a heart attack.
Dazai and Chuuya had somehow managed to get to the front of the line. Chuuya suspected it had something to do with Dazai’s reputation of threatening people, but he couldn’t be sure. They got their food and sat down. They were joined by Atsushi and Akutagawa shortly after, but it seemed like the rest of their friends had gotten pushed to the end of the line.
“Dazai? Is that a coffee?” Atsushi asked nervously, pointing at his cup.
“Why, yes it is Atsushi,” Dazai said with an evil grin. There was a pause before all 3 other people at the table lunged for the cup. Dazai was faster than all of them, and promptly brought the cup to his mouth and downed its contents in under a minute. The rest of the table watched in horror.
“We’re all going to die,” Atsushi moaned dramatically.
“No, just Chuuya,” Akutagawa argued.
Chuuya’s face had paled dramatically. He had dealt with a caffeinated Dazai on a few occasions before, but he really did not want to do so again. As the band director instructed them to get back on the bus, Chuuya decided this bus ride might be the end of him.
Hour 8
Dazai had been literally vibrating in his seat for the past 2 hours. He kept rambling on, his words an unintelligible jumble. Chuuya was pretty sure he heard the word suicide at some point, but to be honest he wasn’t really listening.
Atsushi kept shooting him pitying looks from across the aisle, but it was obvious that he was not going to offer to help. Chuuya decided that was fair, Atsushi was apparently the one who had to deal with Dazai when he was acting up in the trumpet section. A position that now fell to him, as Dazai’s boyfriend.
Chuuya shuddered at the thought. Sometimes, he found he liked that label. Now was not one of those time.
“ChuuyaIhavetopee,” Dazai said. He was talking at a mile a minute; how was anyone supposed to understand that? Dazai was looking at Chuuya expectantly, and Chuuya realized that Dazai wanted an answer.
Having no idea what Dazai had just said, Chuuya responded with “Yeah.”
“Chuuya. Ihavetopeereallybad,” Dazai said. Was he even speaking English?
“Mhmm,” Chuuya responded noncommittally.
“CHUUYALETMEOUTIHAVETOPEE,” Dazai all but yelled.
“Quiet down, people are trying to sleep,” Ranpo called from his seat.
“I can’t understand a word you’re saying Dazai, so if you need something you need to talk slower,” Chuuya said.
Dazai glared and grit his teeth. “Chuuya. Let. Me. Out. Now. Or. I. Will. Piss. On. You.”
Chuuya’s eyes widened, and he leapt out of his seat. Dazai shuffled past him, and clambered over the sleeping forms of band members scattered about the aisle to get to the bathroom at the back of the bus. Someone had fallen asleep in front of the bathroom door, but Dazai kicked them aside and went in.
Dazai returned to the seat several minutes later, looking much less strained.
“This is why you shouldn’t drink so much coffee,” Chuuya grumbled.
“Shut up,” Dazai replied.
Hour 16
Chuuya had somehow managed to sleep for 8 hours, an impressive feat with so many people around to make noises and mill about the bus. Chuuya was certain Dazai had not slept at all during this time, and it was quite a miracle that he had let Chuuya sleep.
Most of the band members were awake by this time, although it was still early in the morning. The sun was just starting to rise. It seemed many of them had fallen asleep early and were now waking up early. Dazai was awake, but he looked like he was about to fall asleep.
The bus pulled into another fast food place just as Dazai drifted off to sleep. Chuuya couldn’t resist poking Dazai in the ribcage, causing Dazai to emit a groan of pain.
“Just 5 more minutes,” he whined.
“Dazai, we’re stopping for food,” Chuuya said.
“Don’t want any,” Dazai grumbled, shifting so he was facing away from Chuuya. Chuuya realized he wasn’t getting more of a response than that. He decided to go ahead and get his own food rather than stick around and argue with Dazai.
Breakfast was much more efficient than their dinner stop the night before. It only took a few minutes for Chuuya to get food. They were a bit behind schedule, so the band director had told them to bring their food back to the bus.
“Dazai, I got you coffee,” Chuuya said.
“Why would you do that?” Someone, Chuuya suspected it was Kunikida, yelled from another part of the bus. Chuuya didn’t really care though. He’d rather deal with a caffeinated Dazai then an overtired Dazai.
“Chuuya is such a good housewife,” Dazai mumbled, still half asleep. Chuuya growled at him, handing him the coffee and a cheap sandwich he had bought for him.
“Don’t say I never got you anything,” Chuuya grumbled.
Hour 17
“Are we there yet?” Dazai whined.
“Dazai, so help me God if I hear those words out of your mouth one more time, I’ll shove my foot so far up your ass you’ll taste my glittery black nail polish,” Chuuya snapped.
“That’s a new one,” Ranpo said, looking quite impressed. Yosano nodded in agreement.
“Chuuya painted his toenails? How cute!” Dazai cheered.
“Shut the fuck up,” Chuuya snapped.
“Erum við komin?” Dazai asked.
“What?” Chuuya replied, confused. That was definitely not English. Ranpo snickered.
“Sommes-nous déjà là?” Dazai asked, a smirk appearing on his face.
“What does that mean?” Chuuya asked. Ranpo laughed harder.
“Ya llegamos?” Dazai asked, his smirk widening. Atsushi started laughing as well, and Yosano was covering up a sly smile.
“Does that mean something dirty?” Chuuya asked, bewildered.
“My uzhe na meste?” Dazai asked.
“Dazai, for the love of God just speak English!” Chuuya yelled. Dazai burst out laughing at Chuuya’s exclamation. “What’s so fucking funny?”
“Well, you said you’d shove your foot up his ass if he said the words ‘are we there yet’,” Ranpo said.
“Oh my God,” Chuuya said, realization dawning on him. “So you asked it in different languages?”
“I didn’t use the words you banned,” Dazai said mischievously.
“I’m going to murder you!”
Hour 18
They had made it. The busses had finally pulled into the parking lot, and the band members had poured out. Everyone was far more excited than they had been the previous afternoon. The tedious bus ride was over, and now they could have fun.
Dazai spotted Kyouka wearing a pair of Mickey Mouse ears. “We should get matching pairs of those, Chuuya!” Dazai exclaimed.
“No fucking way,” Chuuya replied.
The group shuffled towards the front gates, eager to get a start on their first day in Disney World.