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“What do you want from me?” The redhead was annoyed. He had paperwork to fill out, but his partner had been poking his side for the past five minutes. Each time a little “Chuuya” was voiced.
The other male’s visible eye gleamed with excitement, like a little kid. “I want Chuuya to talk to me!”
“I always talk to you.”
Dazai puffed his cheeks, irritated with the oblivious boy in front of him. He grabbed Chuuya’s gloved hand with his own bandaged one. Chuuya, caught off guard by this action, was about to snap, but stopped when he noticed the blush on Dazai’s turned face.
“I mean talk to me. Not about the Mafia, not about work. Tell me more about Chuuya.”
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“Why don’t you run from me!” Chuuya was furious. He wanted to kill Dazai, because he almost did. While using his ability, he went too far. He used Corruption, and lost control. Yet, that idiot didn’t run away.
“I’ve told you before!” he grabs the collar of Dazai’s shirt, “Fucking run when I start to lose control!”
Dazai simply stared at him. “I can’t just leave you like that. I can help you. My ability is perfect for this. This is why we’re par-”
“Don’t you realize I could kill you?” He interupts, and his grip loosens. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
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“What are you wondering?”
The two are laying in a field of grass. Chuuya’s head rested on Dazai’s chest, listening to his heartbeat. They rarely got the chance to be like this. Relaxed and basking in each others company.
Chuuya lifted his head, and brown eyes met blue. Suddenly, the world froze. The sounds around them silenced and the breeze halted. It was them, and only them, in the entire universe. No one and nothing else mattered.
Chuuya’s eyes traced his lovers face, stopping at his lips. He felt his breath hitch when Dazai licked his own lips. He knew exactly what Chuuya wanted, and was teasing him. Then, almost impatiently, Dazai lifted his arm and brought Chuuya’s face closer. When he spoke, Chuuya could feel the warmth of his breath.
“I was wondering how I got so lucky with you.”
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“What do you know!”
Chuuya was surprised at Dazai’s outburst. He knew that the taller male was going through a tough time. And, he knew it was because of the death of Odasaku. Chuuya never cared much for the man, he hardly knew him. But, everyone knows that he held a very special place in Dazai’s heart. It would be a lie for Chuuya to say he wasn’t a bit jealous.
Dazai’s face had turned red. In anger? Sadness? Or was he embarrassed. “You.. You wouldn’t understand.”
Now it was Chuuya’s turn to get angry. “You’re right. I don’t understand. You can’t just leave the fucking Port Mafia because Odasaku told you to!”
“I do. It’s his last wish.”
Chuuya didn’t know what to do. What to say. Were they actually arguing over Dazai leaving?
The brunettes back faced him, and his bandaged hand was on the handle. Chuuya’s brain went wild, trying to find a reason that would convince Dazai to stay.
“You’re leaving me.”
The door handle stops moving, and hope floods through Chuuya. Only for it to be crushed a second later when the door swings open.
“I know.”
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“Why aren’t you scared of me?” He didn't mean to voice his thoughts, but it’s been years since they’ve last seen each other, and Dazai still has that over-confident look. It pissed Chuuya off.
“You know, you look pretty helpless, hung up on the wall like that. I could kill y-”
“Awe~ Chuuya thinks I’m pretty!!”
“-ou,” his eye was definitely twitching. What is wrong with this idiot? Does he not realize the situation? Or, does he have a plan? “That’s not what I said.”
Dazai either wasn’t listening, or didn’t care for what Chuuya had to say. But, his next words has the redhead rushing out of the room with a racing heart and bright face.
“I think Chuuya’s really pretty. Long hair looks good on you.”
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“Why do you care for me?” The question came out as a whisper. The brunette had a hand resting softly on Chuuya’s cheek and his eyes roamed the rest of his face, as if he was memorizing every detail. Chuuya realized he was waiting for an answer.
“You’re supposed to hate me. I left you,” Dazai’s expression was solemn. “I was ready to accept it. Accept the fact that you can be happy without me in your life.”
Chuuya forced out a pity laugh. He stepped closer, attempting to rid of the already small space between them.
“I could never be happy without you, mackerel.”
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“When we all fall asleep, where do we go?” He was surprised at the weakness of his own voice. Who knew he could sound so hopeless.
Dazai’s response was just as weak, but for another reason. “I’m not too sure. Some say Heaven, some say Hell. Others will tell you there is no where to go.” His tear fell onto Chuuya’s face.
“If it really exists, I’m going to Hell.” It was getting harder to talk. It hurt to breath. He forced himself to look up at Dazai. His usually bright, caramel eyes have darkened to a dull brown. “I haven’t seen your eyes lose their beauty since Oda’s death,” he tried to laugh, instead he was thrown into a coughing fit.
A chunk of metal extended out of his chest. The rest of the buildings rubble surrounded them. He never thought this is how his ability would kill him.
Dazai’s tears kept falling, each hitting Chuuya’s cheek. He so badly wanted to reach up and brush away the hair on his love’s face, and tell him everything was going to be fine. But, he knew it was a lie. He can feel the life leaving him.
“Dazai”, he has to say it. Neither one ever got the chance to. Their life has always been a mess, but they knew what they had. A connection that no one could break. A connection that will be there until the end of Earth itself.
“I love you.”