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It was late, probably three AM, but Dazai and Chuuya were only now just waltzing into the Port Mafia's headquarters.
The destruction that Yokohama had witnessed tonight would not be easy to recover from, Dazai knew. Chuuya had completely obliterated haft the city in his wild and uncontrolled anger, but, he understood. That man had killed a bunch of Chuuya's friends and Dazai would certainly go off in a blind rage if anyone had killed his soulmate or Odasaku.
As they stumbled through the hallways, Dazai led Chuuya towards Mori's office, letting the man take his partner and patch him up before bed. The entire procedure took about thirty minutes before the boss returned him, the younger of the two taking the redhead's hand and leading them towards their room.
As Dazai opened the door and walked inside, shutting the entrance behind them, he gently began to take of Chuuya's hat and jacket, putting it on one of the hooks beside them on the wall. He then gently took his soulmate's hand and walked them over to their bed, sitting him down on it. "I'll be right back," Dazai said. "I'm going to wash your face, stay right there."
Moments later, he walked into the bathroom and came out holding a tiny towel that was currently drenched in cold water.
He then walked over to the other side of the room, taking off his shoes and placing them against the wall.
A sniffle made Dazai look up, blinking his one brown eye before he turned. Holding the washcloth in his hands, he watched as his soulmate shook on the bed, hands clenched in his lap as his head bowed, seemingly in shame. Dazai frowned before sighing and walking back over to his lover. He sat down next to him.
"Chuuya," He began, reaching up to gently stroke the redhead's hair. "You did everything you could, alright? It wasn't your fault and besides, you avenged them."
"It s-still doesn't m-make thing better, th-though." Chuuya replied as he sobbed.
Dazai smiled and nodded, grasping his cheeks so his soulmate could face him. The younger took in his features. His normally bright and happy blue eyes were wet with tears, sadness dripping from them. His forehead and cheek were bandaged due to his injuries and his hair was a wild mess.
He was fucking gorgeous.
Dazai sighed and wiped his tears, the older closing his eyes. "It's gonna be okay, alright?" He tried to assure. "You'll get passed this. It'll hurt for a little while, but, soon it'll go away. Until then, I'll stay with you, okay?"
Chuuya sniffled and nodded, reaching up to grab onto his soulmate's wrists. "O-okay."
Dazai smiled again. Honestly, he could care less that those friends of Chuuya's were dead, in fact, he was sort of glad. Some of them were getting too close to his soulmate and everyone in the Port Mafia knew that was a big no no.
The brown eyed teen then gently leaned forward and kissed Chuuya on his nose, then to his forehead, then to his lips. "I love you," He whispered against his mouth. "I won't leave you. I love you."
Chuuya couldn't help but smile. "I love you too." He said. "I'll never leave you either."
***
His car was blown apart, little pieces of it everywhere from where it once lay.
Someone still had yet to find Dazai.
Chuuya clenched his fists together on was once upon a time, their bed. He sniffled before squeezing his eyes shut, folding in on himself.
He refused to cry.