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The sky was just a little darker than usual.
Chuuya's fingers tapped on the desk just a little nervously, as his eyes restlessly scoured the skyline view from his office window. The sun was just meeting the horizon, the sky was tinted orange, and the birds were slowly beginning to disappear from view.
Hands moving to fiddle with his hat, the infamous gravity manipulator was trying his best to hold on to his mind; trying his best not lose it over a sudden panic attack.
These panic attacks have been occurring more frequently lately.
While Chuuya did have an inkling to what was causing it, he was perfectly content with this decision to ignore it. There was no need to ponder over something so unnecessary, after all. It was fine. Chuuya could just hold on for a little while longer. The stakes were higher than usual this time; and it was essential that Chuuya didn't lose.
See, it was like this. The pretty man from Yokohama went ahead and got married rather recently. About six months or so ago. Nakahara Chuuya got married, and it was to his infamous, long-term rival. Dazai might be an absolute asshole, but for some unknown reason, Chuuya happened to be in love with him.
And sure, twenty was probably too young of an age to get married; to commit oneself to another person with the promise of forever and always. Hell, Chuuya was a mafioso. Were mafiosos even supposed to be married? Didn't the movie make it super clear, that people who worked for the underworld were usually lacking family?
Something about putting their loved ones at risk or whatever.
It did make sense. A lot of it, really. But considering Chuuya's husband was a mafioso too, or at least was one until two years ago, it wasn't really all that important to think about that. After all, there were very few people who could one-up the Port Mafia's Demon Prodigy.
Dazai Osamu was crafty and manipulative to a vile extent. If that bastard ever got kidnapped, it was most likely because he himself planned his own abduction. And as usual, he'd probably be counting on Chuuya to get him out of there. Not that Chuuya would know anything about that beforehand.
No, that bastard always just assumed that Chuuya would miraculously know of all his motives and intentions. Something about Chuuya being a dog? He wasn't a dog, damn it! Sure, he could read Dazai like that back of his hand at all times. And sure, he somehow always knew where to be, and when he was required to bail on his own super important mission to go save his pet fish.
But Chuuya was happily pushing such facts onto the concept of soulmate telepathy bullshit.
Nakahara Chuuya was not a dog, people!
Right, getting off track here. So, the point stands that Yokohama's strongest ability user was married now. And he was perfectly happy. He cursed himself for being in love with such an annoying bastard like ten times a day, but he was happy. And very much in love, god fucking damn it.
Which was fine and all, really. Chuuya had just learned to accept it by now. He met a certain bandaged fucker when he was fifteen, he fell in love in love with said bandaged bastard within a span of two months after their meeting, he started dating his pet fish shortly after, and he went and said his 'I Do's in a chapel right after he turned twenty.
The only anomality was, well, the fact that Chuuya's husband was Dazai.
That shitty Dazai.
Anybody who has ever met Dazai could easily assess his superficial personality within the first two minutes. Simply put, his insistence of being a suicide fanatic. Everyone has seen him walk around with that ugly, depressing red suicide book at least once in their wretched lifetime.
The Complete Guide to Suicide, was it?
Chuuya was told it was a super interesting book. He took a few looks at it, and Chuuya cursed himself for this, but he couldn't deny that the wretched red book, was in fact, super interesting. Now, Chuuya wasn't his shitty partner. He had no interest in things such as suicide.
But, he wasn't above admitting that the book definitely provided very, uh, creative methods for torture.
Sometimes, Chuuya wondered if that was Dazai's secret to being the best torturer in all of Port Mafia. He could break even the ones with tightest tongues. Even the ones who persisted in front of Kouyou Ozaki, one of the five executives.
Dazai could break them all.
Chuuya couldn't help but huff just a little fondly, as he thought back on Dazai's many, many adventures back here in the Port Mafia. That shitty beanpole lived in the bright side now, and he better be very fucking happy, damn it. Even if Dazai was an absolute mess, he deserved to be so very happy.
But Chuuya wasn't going to lie and say that he didn't miss being work partners with that bastard. His work days used to be just a little more fun, back when Dazai was still around. But it wasn't all that bad, really. Chuuya just had to wait till work hours were over and till he could home and meet his shitty partner.
Which brings us back to the prevailing point, that of Chuuya's recent panic attacks.
It was about Dazai. Of course, it was.
Not that it was his fault or anything. Or rather, Dazai wasn't aware of the anguish he unknowingly caused his partner sometimes. Chuuya didn't plan on telling him anytime soon, either. He'd decided to just keep shut and deal with it on his own. There was no reason to add to Dazai's burdens.
Honestly, if that bastard just, fixed his personality a little bit!
And threw out that shitty suicide book. Everyone has seen Dazai walk around with that book, but only Chuuya knew that the Demon Prodigy actually owned about seven copies of that cursed red book.
"Just in case I lose them while trying out the suicide methods, Chibi!", Chuuya quotes.
Chuuya would be very happy if that bastard lost all the books, damn it. Maybe he should really just burn every one of Dazai's copies, after all. It can be revenge for all the times that asshole triedto burn Chuuya's hats. But honestly, knowing him, Chuuya figured that Dazai probably had about ten spare, hidden copies of 'The Complete Guide to Suicide.'
How very annoying.
Presently, it was with a mixture of annoyance and desperation, that Chuuya shook in his seat. The fear overwhelming him once again, he just kept telling himself that he could hold on a while longer. Reminding himself to breathe consciously, drink some water, and over all, just fix his state of mind.
Expectedly enough, hands shaking, Chuuya spilled most of his water all over his paperwork. Well, he could just blame that on his, uh, fish. His pet fish tried to eat the paperwork. That was it.
It was between the struggle of getting his panic attack to cease, and trying to breathe properly, that Chuuya finally noticed the door to his office opening without a warning. Considering that he was a super scary mafia executive, and the fact that nobody would dare enter his private office without permission; this could just point to the entrance of one person.
Sure enough, within, seconds, Dazai was standing in Chuuya's office, mouth agape at the sight in front of him.
As expected of infamous demon prodigies, Dazai kicked to action immediately, strolling over to his partner and gently wrapping him in a hug.
He pressed a kiss to bright red hair gently, "Chuuya. Chuuya, I'm here. What's wrong? What's wrong, chibi?"
Controlling the urge to sob in relief, Chuuya exhaled loudly, "Stop breaking into my office, you."
Dazai offered him a small, wry smile, "Don't be silly, Slug. This used to be my office too, ne?"
Well, it was safe to say that Chuuya lost the battle against his own urges. It didn't take very long, till the mafioso had given in. Tears streaming down his face for some unknown reason, he whispered shakily, "You're annoying."
Dazai let out a fond chuckle, "Why Chuuya, I love you too!" His smile dropping to a straight line, he added seriously, "That aside, what's wrong, chibi? Are you okay? Would you like hugs?"
Clinging on to his partner, Chuuya huffed simply, "Yes."
Dazai was amused, rather obviously, but he remained shut, squeezing the shorter one tighter. Pressing more kisses to his bright red hair, "What's wrong? Talk to me if you like, Chuuya."
For a few seconds, neither of them said anything. Then, with more shaky exhales and finally throwing aside his many inhibitions, Chuuya finally admitted, "You're going to die. And... And I'll never be able to survive that."
Well, it was safe to say that Dazai's jaw dropped right on cue. He gaped at his partner, "What... Are you talking about?"
Chuuya spoke rather insistently, "You're going to die one of these days. And I'll just be left behind. What will I do, Dazai? I can't... I can't do this!"
Incredulously, Dazai pointed out, "We're all going to die someday. Isn't that just how the world works?"
Burying his face in his hands, the redhead mumbled, "But you're..."
Dazai leaned in closer, stroking the other's wrist gently, "But I am?"
Raising his head once again, Chuuya took a deep breath before speaking, "I just. I just realized, that one of these days, you're actually going to succeed at your suicide attempts. Then, you'll die. I'm not; I'm not ready for that! Dazai, please. Please don't die on me."
Well, it was sage to say that Dazai's jaw dropped once again.
Staring very hard, he leaned in before pulling his partner into the tightest of hugs, "Chuuya is so silly! A silly little chibi!"
As expected, the mafioso punched him, "Shut the fuck up."
Laughing softly, Dazai leaned back, meeting Chuuya's eyes head on and declaring, "Chuuya is silly. I wouldn't have married Chuuya if I was still going to do that."
The other blinked, "You're not going to...?"
Dazai huffed fondly, "I might have been in the mafia, Chuuya-kun. But I'm not as cruel as to leave you as a widower. I wouldn't do that. Even though you're just a chibi who's never going to grow! Ah, the misfortune! I can't believe I'm stuck to just a little chibi for the rest of my life."
Clearly feeling better, Chuuya snorted, "One, don't call me that. Two, I retract my confession, damn it! Who wants to be stuck to you forever?! Geh!"
Grinning wide, Dazai poked his partner in the cheek, "You say that, but don't just love me so much, Chuuya?"
Looking away pointedly, Chuuya stated, "That's besides the point."
As expected, Dazai took a good three minutes to laugh over that, repeating over and over how Chuuya was so very cute, and just such a tsundere.
(A tsundere?! ME?! Teme-!)
A few minutes later, the duo quitened down all too suddenly, clearly deep in thought again. In the next few seconds, Dazai finally spoke again, his voice betraying utmost sincerity, "Chibi?"
Chuuya let out a soft laugh, "Stop calling me that. But, yes?"
Dazai leaned over to his side, resting his head on his partner's shoulder, "I'm really trying. To get better. You're a great help."
Chuuya hummed, "I know. Thank you, hon."
Dazai spoke again, his voice wry this time, "I don't want to die on Chuuya."
A squeeze to his hand by gloved ones, "Make sure you don't then. I'll be here always, after all."
Finally, Dazai looked up at him, establishing eye contact before declaring with a cheeky smile, "Thank you for keeping me safe."
As expected, Chuuya gasped immediately, "Dazai! That's unfair!"
His partner just laughed some more, "All's fair in love and war, I believe they say."
Chuuya grumbled, wrapping an arm around the other to pull him closer, "Shut up, you. You're so annoying."
Dazai insisted, "But you love me."
A soft kiss was pressed to his brown hair at once, "Of course I do. Idiot."
That shitty bastard just smiled some more, a little too fondly than necessary, "I love Chuuya too."
A careless hum, "I know."
Dazai finally sat up straight again, before he went ahead to pinch his partner's cheek, "Let's go home. I believe you've had enough of today too."
Rolling his eyes as he stood up from the floor, Chuuya shrugged, "It's not as bad, really. It'll be fine. But yeah, move your ass, idiot. Let's get home."
Hands intertwined and finally making their way out of Chuuya's office, Dazai whispered all too softly, "Next time you're hurting, chibi. Tell me if you like."
Chuuya sighed as they finally got into the private executives' elevator, "I will, I will. Thanks. Or whatever."
The last words that were spoken by a certain bandaged fish, right before he was made to shut up with a soft little kiss, were, "Or whatever, he says."
Naturally, Chuuya pinched him in the sides during the kiss. Super scary mafia executives do not like being teased, after all.
Even if it was just by their super annoying, super sweet husbands.