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Chuuya ran through the rubble, heart racing in his chest.
All around him people were picking themselves up after the battle. Some of them were just tired and dirty. Some of them hurt but well enough to help others. Some were less fortunate. That was the price of victory and Chuuya would mourn every single one of them at proper time. Now, however, he had an important matter to attend to.
He had never really thought the battle for The Book would end up on an actual battleground. For him, it had always seemed that whoever was the smartest would win in the end, not whoever had the most powerful pieces on the chessboard. Still, it seemed as if the wits and brute strength were equally important. And when it came to combination of both, nobody was more powerful than Soukoku. Since they had three Soukoku teams now, they were unbeatable.
On his way, Chuuya passed boss Mori and director Fukuzawa. Mori, with the help of Elise, was bandaging Fukuzawa’s clearly broken leg. Still, there were both laughing at Elise’s adorable expression as she, in her nurse’s outfit, tried to keep Fukuzawa from moving.
A few meters further there were Ryuunosuke and the tiger-boy, Atsushi. Both of them covered in grime and blood, clothes tattered. It would take Rashomon a few days to heal. Leaning on each other, the boys were arguing over something and Chuuya shook his head. New Soukoku were following footsteps of their Soukoku quite closely, it seemed.
And finally there, at the end of ruined street, stood Dazai.
Hands in the pockets of his coat, leaning casually on the wall with a lopsided smile, Dazai would look so out of place on the ruined city if it weren’t for the dirt on his face and a deep gash nearly tearing his coat in half. Other than the dirt and ruined clothes, however, Dazai looked completely fine.
Chuuya quickened his pace.
Dazai looked up and his smile widened. He opened his mouth to say something but his words were cut off when Chuuya practically jumped at him, pinning the taller man to the wall behind. He grabbed him by the collar and smashed their lips together in a passionate kiss.
They finally won. It was time to celebrate.
It didn’t matter who saw them. Chuuya ignored the shocked gasps and small laughs he could hear in the background. All the could focus on was the touch of Dazai’s lips as the other man deepened the kiss.