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Dazai watched the scene before him unfold, unmoving. The surrounding landscape was nearly demolished, a few couple men trying to run for their lives — although, their efforts are ultimately wasted when Chuuya catches up to them with his gravity.
His eyes were blank, just as always. It was quite ironic, actually. This man was inhuman, Dazai was not. But in the end: Chuuya will, and always, be more human than him. Such a personality he detested and found so annoying – he treasured, somewhat.
Chuuya had a charm to him. He made everyone around him like him, whether with his looks or his kind personality, or both. Like a hidden diamond in the rouge, he shined regardless of polishing. Maybe that’s why Dazai felt allured, even if it was just the tiniest bit of what you would call attraction.
Well, that was that. It was too little to be called affection, too empty. Hidden at the very back of what was the being Dazai Osamu, this feeling didn’t have a place in this body. It felt weird, out of the ordinary.
Dazai hummed, finally making a move. He walked towards Chuuya, who was still distracted with trying to decimate the already lifeless bodies of the newly formed organization. He walked past the corpses semi-buried into the soil, footsteps ever-so light.
He spared a glance for the being in the middle of the field, bloody and bruised – or perhaps Dazai was just confusing it for the crimson surrounding Chuuya. Now that he thought about it, Chuuya would always look so effortlessly nice every time he saw him. Even if it was with a hangover, when he just woke up, or during corruption. A small, meaningless observation on Dazai’s part; Something that caught his eye when he was bored.
“Chuuya,” Dazai calls out, tapping Chuuya’s shoulder lightly, the red aura that surrounded him instantly disappearing into thin air. “It’s time to rest.” He mutters out softly, catching the other’s limp body in his arms. He watched as Chuuya’s pupils fluctuated, in and out, the red markings on his body fading away.
Using corruption wasn’t part of his plan this time. A careless mistake from him, so he’d need to at least apologize. Contrary to what most people think, Dazai can feel guilty. Or at least, somewhat. A poor excuse of it, but still there nonetheless.
Dazai carefully sat down onto the cool ground, placing Chuuya’s head onto his lap. He seemed to be in deep sleep, but that was understandable; Corruption presumably used large, copious amounts of energy.
The driver should come a bit later today, considering some of the chaos that’s been occurring inside the mafia lately. This new organization placed a few spies, and fortunately for him, Mori’s going through all the trouble with it. At least the man didn’t place it on Dazai instead.
That most likely didn’t matter now, though. Chuuya practically wiped out their entire base, along with the members. Although unfortunately Dazai wouldn’t get to see Mori panicked and worried now.. It was enjoyable while it lasted
“Hm.” Dazai cranes his head, gaze hovering over Chuuya. His body was littered in bruises and cuts, nothing life threatening though. “..You look crappier than usual.” He then says, involuntarily running his fingers through the strands of red.
His lips curled upwards, pursed into a thin line, a genuine smile. It seemed like something that seemed so out of place for the ‘demon prodigy’, but perhaps it was just another side-effect that came with being Chuuya’s partner. There were a lot of things that came with Chuuya.
Chuuya was kind. It seemed unfit for a mafioso, but in any case, Dazai still found himself gravitating towards that side of Chuuya. Despite the bickering, the constant arguments— there was kindness beneath the surface, unspoken but never invisible. It came in the form of warm, home-made meals, and a warm spot beside him on his bed when days were tougher.
It came with his trust and his life, which he placed into Dazai’s hands. It was fragile, so much so, and he couldn’t comprehend why Chuuya even trusts someone like him, who could betray him easily at any given time.
So he supposed, this was another factor that drew him to Chuuya.
Part of the reason was, of course, his looks. Chuuya’s hair was enough to catch the attention of most, one of those being Dazai. A shade of fiery red, accompanied by azure eyes. His hair grew out slightly more now that they were 17, but that didn’t do anything to dampen his looks. If anything, Dazai found it more enjoyable like this, the soft locks of liquid sunset on his fingertips.
The only problem he has, and will most likely ever have, is —
Dazai looks at him carefully, “We’re 17 now.” He points out, hands still entangled in Chuuya’s hair. It was silky and soft.. No wonder he took 1 hour baths. “Chibi still hasn’t grown much. I’m quite disappointed, considering that you screamed that you were ‘15 and still growing!’ 2 years ago.”
— that he’s short.
Not like Dazai minded, though. But that doesn't mean he wasn't going to tease him.
Sometimes preferred it when Chuuya was like this. Fast asleep, although vulnerable, this has been the only peaceful moment they’ve had together. …It was less taxing for Dazai when it was like this, without the arguments. But that was just part of their strange dynamic, those arguments, so Dazai didn’t mind. He was the one who’d start those, anyway.
“My lap is hurting, y’know.” Dazai sighs, “Hat-rack should wake up soon, or you’ll never be able to see that hat again.” In fact, that wasn’t a threat, but simply a fact being stated. His hat flew away when he was in the middle of corruption, and he was sleeping on Dazai’s lap right now so Dazai can’t exactly go and find it.
Hmm.
Chuuya really was beautiful, even if he was injured. His lips still looked soft, his collar somewhat loose, and his clothes weren’t in their best condition either. But there was still something about him that just made Dazai want to stare, maybe even count the scars that might litter his pale skin later on.
He knew that Chuuya wore chapstick. Specifically cherry flavored, if he remembered correctly.
Would Chuuya taste like cherries, then?
Dazai breath hitched as he leaned in closer, the anticipation building at his fingertips, sealing their lips in a kiss. Chuuya’s lips were warm and soft, just as they looked, almost silken. He pulled away, tongue darting out to lick at his lips. They were honey-like, sugar with the taste of copper from corruption.
It tasted bitter and sweet;
It tasted just like how they were.
Dazai brought the back of his hand up to cover his mouth, averting his eyes from Chuuya, the slight embarrassment surfacing upwards. He heaves out a small, content sigh, closing his eyes. ..It was safe to say that this will, for as long as he’d live, be a secret. One that he’ll hide from Chuuya of course.
Well. It was worth it, considering that he got his answer.
"Chuuya did taste like cherries."