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Chuuya stands there, ears ringing violently. So much so he didn’t hear the gunshot.
Like it was in slow motion he watched Dazai drop to his knees and fall face first onto the ground.
It was only then Chuuya noticed the pool of blood begin to form and the gun shell drop to the floor did he realize Dazai just got shot.
By the time Chuuya snapped out of it all of his and Dazai’s underlings went into action shooting the man who shot Dazai dead and tending to the wounded executive.
“Holy shit.” Chuuya managed to say.
He walked to Dazai body and bent down to look at his face.
The bandages around his eye have unraveled a bit and both his eyes are closed, but he seems to be breathing. If there wasn’t any blood, it’d honestly look like Dazai was having a nice nap dreaming about something peaceful.
”Sir, we have to get him on the stretcher now, so he can be sent to the boss.” One of the lower ranks tell Chuuya.
”Yeah, okay.” Chuuya breathes.
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Its been three hours since Dazai got transported to Mori and Chuuya is still in shock and also extremely pissed.
He paces back and forward, outside of Mori’s office.
How could he just stand there?! He basically watched Dazai as he bled to death and all he could say was “Holy shit”. He’s in the Mafia for Gods sakes, he sees people getting shot all the time.
He’s snapped out of his thoughts when Mori steps out.
”Chuuya, he’s awake now. Want to see him?” The doctor says with a blank look.
If Chuuya knows any better Mori was probably losing his shit too, He almost lost his precious heir.
”Fine.” Chuuya nods.
He walks passed his boss and makes his way to Dazai’s bed.
Immediately, Dazai’s eyes snap over to see who it is.
“Chuuya~ Hello, I didn’t think you’d come visit me!” Dazai exclaims like he isn’t bedridden from being shot.
Chuuya stands on the end of the bed and just stares at him.
“I’m sorry-“
”For?” Dazai replies quickly, almost cutting him off.
”Just standing there-“
”Why?” Dazai replies quickly again, it honestly seems like he’s pissed off.
”Why what?” Chuuya blinks, confused.
“You know very well I don’t care that you just stood there, so why are you apologizing?” Dazai arches his brow.
”Because I should have done something.”
”It doesn’t matter anymore, so just forget about it. It’s not like you hurt my feelings or anything.” He states.
Chuuya grits his teeth.
”Shut up, Asshole! Why can’t I feel sorry?! You know I hate it when I see ANY person from the Port Mafia get hurt, so-“
”You don’t feel sorry for me specifically, though. That’s the difference.”
”Of course, I feel sorry for you, I-“
“Chuuya, You feel sorry for yourself more than anything right now.”
“Why would I feel sorry for myself?!” Chuuya throws his hands up.
”Because It was Me who got shot. Don’t feel obligated to do something just because we are partners.”
“Do you hear yourself Dazai?! You are so insensitive!”
For the first time ever, Dazai shows a genuine saddened look to Chuuya.
“Dazai, I just want you to understand that It’s because it’s you that I’m beating myself up so hard.” Chuuya kneels down and lays his head against the hospital bed.
”You mean a lot to me, more than partners, so yeah I’m sorry for feeling like shit because I watched the person I love almost fucking die and I did nothing about it.” He looks up towards Dazai.
“You always seem to have a way with words in your own weird way, but sadly..”
Chuuya closes his eyes.
”The feeling is mutual.” Dazai sighs.
Chuuya can only smile at the response.