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Rain pours as he sips his tea. It’s not his usual cup of “tea”, cause he always preferred wine over anything, but today is not a “usual” day anyways. Today is the first day a news about Dazai surfaced, after four long years. Four long, agonizing years of waiting for his partner to come back.
It’s okay, he thinks, coming back doesn’t mean to work together again, no. The comeback he yearned was more emotional, sexual and, spiritual. He’s been under the grasp of an ancient God, and it’s no one’s fault that he finds peace and comfort whenever he’s with a certain someone who smells like warm Saturday morning. Morning that somehow makes him jolt, but later feels all the same like heaven.
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“Chuuya-kun, have you heard? I’m sure you did”, Mori walks towards the big glass window that overlooks the city, back turned from him. He knows though, what made Mori summon him, late at night, while on his leave. “Dazai-kun is back, and not I expect you to escort him back”, that tone, he knows that tone all too well but the Boss should know too. How he can’t go near that person without having the strongest desire to kill him, how for four years, all his pent up emotions might just manifest into a sword, and go directly stab Dazai, a million times.
But Chuuya is Chuuya, he can’t go against orders, not anymore. “ Boss, I will need more information, I might also forgo the assistance of my men”, he said with fist tightly close at his side, “I’m going to kill that bastard”, he ended with gritted teeth. Mori nodded, with a glint of satisfaction in his eyes, he sent Chuuya away with a promise of sending what Chuuya needs.
What came is not what Chuuya expected. He only asked for more information, even small tips will do, but not this. As Chuuya skimmed the photos given to him, he understood what Mori meant with what he need. That bastard. He diverted his attention to the folder from which the photos were originally in, he reads and reads, until his head hurts and his eyes can’t focus anymore.
Name: DAZAI OSAMU
Age: 22
Gender: MALE
Status: MARRIED
Married. Married. Married.
Dazai Osamu is married.
“To who? Who would agree to marry that asshole?”, he whispered, feigning confidence and bravery, making himself believe that he doesn’t care. That all he cares about now is how he’s going to track that bastard down and end his existence. Hell, four years is enough to have a garden blooming with hatred, he can’t possibly care, he says to himself. His shaking now, he looked up towards his office’s door, locked, good. He slowly released a shaky breath, glaring at the pictures.
Pictures that shows Dazai in a coffee shop, probably in Italy, given the architectures, but Chuuya doesn’t care anymore. All he can see is the person Dazai is fondly smiling at, a petite woman, with features that compares to none. The next picture is a zoomed in shot to Dazai’s ring finger, the one attached to the photo is another shot, a more feminine hand, bearing almost the same ring as Dazai’s. There are five more photographs, different places and angles but the same two people, fondly holding each other, with their fond eyes regarding one another.
Chuuya will never shed a tear. He will never. He thinks, while eyes red and throat constricted. He stood up, gathered his coat and wore his hat. He took a few breaths before stepping out, leaving the nightmare on his table. While speeding out the building,he can’t help but notice the sad eyes from Gin, Hirotsu-san, and even Anee-san. She tried approaching him, but Chuuya knows that he’s done for the day, he can’t bear anymore, so he politely declined and went on his way. With his hat lowered enough to cover his face, he road his bike and sped out. He learned that Dazai is in the city, and if things are a bit different, he would be driving into a different path. He’ll be heading towards that person, but not now, not ever. They can’t fall back to the same routine as before. Not when he knows that if ever he enter Dazai’s house, he won’t be greeted by a clingy bastard and an unorganized room anymore, but by a woman, who will smell like Dazai, and bear Dazai all over her.
He drove just outside of the city, near the sea, where one of his safehouses are, where his home is. Walking towards the house, he thinks of how much he want to pull things back and change a thing or two. He realize how eager he is to tell Dazai about wonderful things.
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He gently puts down his tea as he looks outside the window, the sky is dark and the waves are restless, there must be a storm coming. He exhales and got up, leaving his tea on the windowsill. He ran his fingers on the side of his neck, where his collar usually is. He remembers the mark, a symbol of bond between an alpha and omege, two rare classifications in this world. He remembers when he had to get it removed, it wasn’t a selfish decision, and just today, he realized that he made the right decision to let go of that one thing.
“Osamu, there are so many wonderful things that I want to tell you”, he whispered, smiling to himself, before walking towards a room.
He sat down on the bed, caressed the face of a child sleeping. What a wonderful thing, he thinks. Osamu, wonderful things comes in brunette locks and happy eyes. Serene face and lots of cheeks, Chuuya’s smile went bigger, he traced closed eyes, thinking of how Dazai will react if he finds out that this child bears his face and features, but the eyes are Chuuya’s.
“He’d love you”, Chuuya whispered, sincerely watching the child sleep. “Dazai Shuuji, heh” , Chuuya muttered, then regret washed over him, as he look at his no, their child, he feels a pang of guilt. He wonders how things are, if Dazai knew. He shouldn’t know now, he can keep this child safe, even if it means staying with the mafia, and be under the claws of Mori.
He won’t let Dazai get involved, he can manage. Just like how he did for four years. All he needs now is his home, this child. Dazai has a new family now, and he has his own. They do not need to cross their paths again, wonderful things must be kept safe to avoid corruption, how ironic. He kissed the child’s forehead and cuddled with him. He allowed peace to take over him, he has his world around his arms, and nothing matters anymore, he keeps on thinking, even though a small portion of his thoughts is clad with bandages and fond smiles.
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He later got a message, saying that Dazai Osamu had let himself be captured, Chuuya didn’t think twice and called Akutagawa, asked him to handle Dazai. Ofcourse, he’ll meet the bastard, but he should first see if Dazai knows anything. Chuuya took one look back towards the sleeping figure on the bed, Shuuji reminds him a lot of Dazai, but he’s made a decision. He changed to his work clothes, and contacted Anee-san, asking her to stay with Shuuji for the mean time, then he went on to face a person from his, their past.