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Dazai eyes the shackles that were digging into his wrists. His shoulders were beginning to ache from his odd positioning.
Dazai lets out a sleepy yawn. He plans to take a nap after this. How exhausting! Akutagawa came to pay him a visit and decided to punch him on the face. “What a hassle,” he mumbled. His cheek is sure to bruise later.
The sound of footsteps breaks Dazai’s train of thought. “Ah, I guess it’s about time.” He eyes the chains keeping him in place.
Thump
Thump
Thump
Dazai’s gaze travels to the staircase in anticipation as the steps grow louder. Finally, the footsteps come to a halt in the middle of the staircase. Familiar orange locks burst into view. Dazai’s expression morphs into disgust.
“Plotting as usual?” Is asked with such cockiness that Dazai wants to puke. Blegh!
“T-That voice,” Dazai shudders as he scans the man in front of him. Chuuya looks at him with a smirk.
“This is nice, you know,” He tips his hat. “It’s a great view aside from that ugly face of yours. It rivals a ten billion dollar masterpiece.” He lifts up his head while keeping eye contact with the chained man before him.
“Wouldn’t you agree,” Chuuya cocks his head. “Dazai?”
Dazai continues to feel pukey as he’s forced to stare at the disgusting dog (He's obviously talking about Chuuya) standing before him.
“Gross. Just..” Dazai pauses, looking at Chuuya’s absolutely horrendous outfit. “Gross.”
Chuuya tilts his head downward as he starts taking steps toward the taller man. “I like your expression,” He says, lifting his head. “Makes me want to strangle you.” (Dazai holds back from making a dirty joke of some sort.)
He stops when he’s still a safe distance from Dazai, but close enough that they could have their usual banter without being too far away. Dazai scans Chuuya again before closing his eyes and shrugging (or shrugging the best he could while both of his arms were chained above him).
“Say, Chuuya,” Dazai opens his eyes. “You don’t seem to have changed too much.” Dazai angles his head downwards, so he could make eye contact with the shorter man.
“ What is that supposed to mean?! ” Chuuya sharply asks, looking up at Dazai, making the situation all the more ironic . In the end, Chuuya rolls his eyes. “It’s not like you’re any better. You’re probably the same suicidal brat from seven years ago.” Chuuya’s stare intensifies. “Am I wrong?”
“Oh!” Dazai’s eyes become wide. “Useless chibi knows me so well! Found anything to help me achieve my spectacular goal? Maybe a beautiful woman?” Dazai pauses. “Oh wait, you're on your own little quest to find your height first, aren't you?” Dazai smirks, continuing to look down on Chuuya.
A lethal force hit the stone wall above him, sending dust into Dazai’s hair. He internally mopes, knowing he’s going to have to wash his hair later. “Don’t kick me, Chuuya~” Dazai coos.
Chuuya hovers a foot off the ground. “Urgh. You’re so intolerable. I can’t believe you.”
“Is this a ploy to make yourself taller?” Dazai looks pointedly at the space between Chuuya’s feet and the ground. Of course, the gravity user was going to shoot a kick at the other’s chest before realizing that his ability would be canceled.
“Shut up about my height!” Chuuya sneers. “God, I hate you.”
“Chuuya’s acting like I wanted to see him. I hate you too.” Dazai groans. “So why bother coming to visit me in the first place?”
“Because this all sounds fishy as fuck,” the man declares as he approaches Dazai, closing the distance between them. Chuuya grabs a fistfull of Dazai’s hair and drags him down to eye-level.
“What’s your plan, Dazai?” Chuuya smirks. What else could it be? Dazai was the Port Mafia Demon Prodigy. But he maintains the innocent glint in his eyes . “To wait until my execution, of course,” Dazai answers. “You know how much I want to die, don't you?”
Chuuya’s grip on his hair remained, and even tightened. The tension between them was thick. “If you were someone who’d just waltz into death’s hands, especially into the enemy’s hands, I would have killed you long back,” Chuuya states.
Dazai continues to stare at the other’s face. “Blegh, Chuuya’s too close.” Chuuya snorts before letting go of the other’s hair and turning away. “So, why else are you here? This couldn’t have been the only reason, hm?”
Chuuya grit his teeth together in frustration. Dazai is still able to read him so well, and it aggravates him. “I-I’m here to spite you.” Dazai cocks his head in slight interest. “You always messed with me, so it’s time I return the favor.” Chuuya whips around to make eye contact with Dazai, his coat fluttering behind him. Dazai gives Chuuya a condescending smirk. “You really think you can mess with me?" Dazai asks, narrowing his eyes.
“I’m your ex-partner. I’m the last person you can mess with, Chuuya~” He coos. The moment Dazai finishes his sentence, a gravity induced kick is shot at the chains right above him.
“I’ll show you, shitty Dazai.”
Dazai looks at his wrists then, up at Chuuya who’s floating a few feet above. The gravity user drops onto the stone floor with a loud thud, the ground cracking beneath him. “You always fucked with my plans. So, now it’s time to fuck with yours,” Chuuya growls.
Dazai angles his head down towards the shackles still attached to his wrists. A simple snap with the fingers, and the sound of shackles hitting the floor echoed throughout the dungeon. The taller man holds a stare with Chuuya as he holds up the bobby pin.
“ You? Ruin my plans?” Dazai licks his lips. “You must be joking.” He smirks.
“Ah, I figured you had some sort of escape. After all, you wouldn’t waltz into this place without some sort of goal.”
Dazai rubs his sore wrists. “Ah, Chuuya, my wrists hurt~, those handcuffs hurt so bad after all!” He pouts. “Can you make them feel better?”
“HAA? By doing what?!” Chuuya retorts, his head already throbbing from dealing with the waste of bandages. He was just about to punch the shitty bastard too, urgh!
“Well, is it a surprise that a stupid chibi like you wouldn’t know?” Dazai tosses one hand out. “Of course, you just have to kiss it better!” Dazai winks.
“What the fuck.” Is said with such punctuality. “ What the fuck.” is repeated.
Dazai shrugs. “Come on, Chuuya~. I’m in pain~” Dazai pouts. “Fine! If you don’t come over here, then I’ll come to you instead!” Dazai says with utmost determination.
“God-- No. Stay away from me. I don’t even care anymore. Get lost. Go pursue your,” Chuuya pauses to scan Dazai. “Plans or whatever. Fuck, you’re annoying.”
“Chuuya’s so tsundere! Kiss your partner’s wrists better!” Chuuya desperately rubs his temples in hopes his throbbing headache would go away.
“ Fuck off!” Chuuya shrieks. “Oh my God. You’d think that if he’s putting on this goody-two shoes act, he’d be a little less annoying, but no! ” Chuuya mutters.
“Chuuya~, it’s not an act!”
“Is that so?” Chuuya looks at Dazai skeptically. “Whatever. I’m done here. Fuck off.”
“Aw! You’re leaving so soon?” Dazai complains.
“You really think I can put up with your bullshit?”
“Of course! You’re my dog after all!”
“I’m not a goddamn dog!” Chuuya shrieks again, his head throbbing. Stupid bandage wasting device.
“That collar around your neck says otherwise~” Dazai sings in a teasing tone.
“It’s not a fucking collar . It’s a choker, goddammit!”
“Details, details!” Dazai shrugs and begins to waltz over to Chuuya. The latter’s eyes widen.
“Oi, what’re you doing-- NO--” Dazai presses his wrist against Chuuya’s mouth with a grin. He vigorously rubbed his wrist against Chuuya’s lips. Chuuya is already gripping his arm, ready to twist it off. “Seems like my dog can’t follow simple instructions. I said ‘kiss’!'' Chuuya raises his arm to punch Dazai, but is gracefully blocked.
Chuuya would bite the skin if it was skin. Instead, bandages were wrapped around the other’s arms, and who knows how long it’s been since that idiot changed the sweaty, disgusting things? The last thing Chuuya’s going to do is put his mouth on it.
“What’s your goal, Dazai?”
“To get you to kiss my wrists, of course!” Dazai states.
“Oi, you know for a fact that wasn’t what I was talking abo--”
Chuuya is interrupted when Dazai bends down and presses his lips against his. Dazai pulls away seconds later. Chuuya is dumbfounded as his mind is trying to catch up with what was happening.
Suddenly, more footsteps ring out from above them. “Ah!” Dazai straightens. “That’s my cue to leave!” Chuuya doesn’t even react, still in shock.
“Chuuya, are you alright?” Dazai mockingly asks. “Perhaps, I should snap you out of your daze. I know I’m the most handsome man on Earth, but staring is quite rude, isn’t it?”
Chuuya is finally going to respond with something before Dazai leans down and presses another kiss to his lips. Dazai backs away and licks his lips.
“O-Oi.”
“See you another time, hmm? Bye, Chuuya~” Dazai quickly scurries out of the dungeon. Chuuya lets out a loud shriek along with a string of curses.
“SHITTY DAZAI!”
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