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In a whirlwind of emotions, Chuuya experienced the most profound sense of vulnerability he had ever felt. Even though he and Dazai had discussed this plan beforehand, witnessing Dazai lying half-dead was not something Chuuya could easily endure.
Without a second thought, Chuuya destroyed his com, aimed his gun at the camera and fired it away.
He immediately kneels in front of the brunette, his hands are uncontrollable and shaky as he places them on Dazai’s shoulder.
“Tch. Your suicidal plan worked. Again. Now keep playing dead and wake up, we don’t have much time with Fyodor rooming around this shithole. “
No response came, Chuuya’s heart nervously beats at the silence, “c’mon! No time to play dead!”
Another whole minute of silence.
He reaches further to check on his former partner, no, his partner's pulse.
He couldn't believe that Dazai would be gone.
There’s no way Dazai could be dead, Chuuya used his gravity on the bullet to manipulate the bullet's trajectory to avoid fatal injury.
There’s no way Dazai could be dead, Chuuya ensured none of the bullets would actually kill him.
There's no way Dazai could be dead, after all the times he had attempted suicide, it couldn't end like this.
“Since the seven years where we met, all we’ve done was quarrel with each other, but… There were times where our hearts reached out to each other.”
“Chuuya, come to your senses. Our fate will not end in a place like this. Because you and I were destined to-”
Destined to what!?
Fuck. Dazai could be dead.
Dazai could be dead. Dazai could be dead. Dazai could be dead. Dazai could be dead!!!
Tears welled up in Chuuya's eyes as absolute panic took hold of him, "You bastard! You can't die! Not here! I trusted you to make it through, damn it!"
His pleas went unanswered, the silence echoing painfully.
"Stop playing games! Dazai, you can't die... not in a place like this! Please, you can't leave me, not again!"
Chuuya leans onto Dazai, his fingers gently brushing through Dazai's curls as he unleashes sobs he would have never believed were due to this shitty bastard.
He knows Fyodor is still out there, but the weight on his heart was too heavy for him to get up
“i’m so sorry. I’m so sorry…I failed you, damn it ! I failed you!”
And in that moment, before Chuuya could utter more sobs, he felt two snake-like arms envelop his waist.
“Chuuya, my dear. If you were to fail me, I would believe I had entered a different realm altogether.”
The ginger could feel his heart stop at his touch and voice, anger fills his body as he harshly pushes him away.
Dazai isn’t dead. Dazai isn’t dead. Dazai isn’t dead. Dazai isn’t dead!!!!
“What the hell are you playing at, you bastard!?”
Chuuya glares at the man in front of him, a stare that could make the strongest men waver.
But not Dazai, never Dazai.
Because unlike the others, Dazai knew.
The brunette however, didn’t respond. His lips curled into a smirk as he watched the beautiful explosion that was Chuuya Nakahara.
“Fyodor could arrive at any minute, and you are still fucking bleeding!”
Dazai lets out a small chuckle, “Fyodor won’t arrive, not here. He doesn’t have control over you, and he is sickeningly afraid of an unleashed dog.”
Chuuya pinches his nose in frustration, “stop it with the mind games, please.”
and for once, Dazai complies.
“I thought I killed you. I really thought you were fucking gone.”
“I know. I heard you.”
“but I felt your pulse and…”
Dazai gasps, feigning offense, “Chuuya Nakahara doesn’t know I can control my own heartbeat? Jesus, that hurts more than any pain surging through my body right now.”
Chuuya pulls Dazai’s collar towards him, forcing eye contact, “you idiot! What was all that clown show for? You wanted me to display weakness so badly, didn’t you?”
He was so frustrated, so tired. He misses being a vampire, not having to deal with these humiliating emotions.
Dazai smiled sweetly, unfazed by Chuuya’s anger “ah, don’t act as if I didn’t bare my heart and soul to you two times! It 's only fair.”
Chuuya remained silent, his eyes never parting from Dazai’s, his breath tickling Dazai’s neck as he did so.
“Don’t fuck with me, Dazai. I can’t take that right now.”
The brunette chuckled at the response, “I mean it, Chuuya.”
his partner raises a brow, confused. “What are you on about?”
“We really are fated together, our hearts really do reach out to each other and I…”
Before Dazai could utter another phrase, he was abruptly silenced with a pair of lips crashing into his.
The world seemed to fade away, leaving only him and Chuuya at that moment.
Chuuya's kiss was passionate, fierce, filled with all the emotions they had held back for far too long.
Dazai's heart pounded in his chest, and he found himself melting into the embrace, savoring the taste and warmth of Chuuya's lips against his own.
As the kiss deepened, Dazai's mind cleared, and he responded with equal fervor. His hands moved from Chuuya's shoulders to the small of his back, pulling him closer, not wanting to let go.
In that intimate moment, they both released the truth they had been denying.
Suddenly with a tender touch, Chuuya caressed Dazai’s cheek before cupping his whole face, pulling away as their breaths mingled in the air.
Both rested their foreheads against each other, catching their breath.
Finally, Chuuya spoke up, “c’mon, it’s time to fix you up.”
He hoists Dazai up, his arm around Dazai’s waist as the other clings onto his shoulder.
“so…about the ki-”
“No. We can sort this out once your organization is on its own two feet again.”
Dazai snickers, “you got a point…but-”
“We will talk about this, I promise.”
The brunette holds Chuuya tighter at his words,
“counting on you, partner.”