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A mission from Mori is always risky. Especially when he nearly rips two of his best men for said mission. Double black is what people call them, the two most dangerous men in Yokohama; possibly the world. I mean. One of them is a God, so most likely. The other though, balances them out quite nicely; a suicidal maniac, bandage waster, an empty shell of a person. They fit each other quite nicely in the long run.
The wild look in Mori's eyes is almost like a warning as he yells at them to get ready, snapping at Dazai as he rolls his eyes; one eye lagging and slightly to the side causes Mori to glare before the executive wraps it in his usual gauze. Chuuya simply snaps to attention, he's been in the port for a couple months now and is slowly getting used to Mori's abruptness and panicky moods. Dazai however, having been in the port for much longer, almost tests Mori's patience as he moans and groans at getting up "too early" before quickly re-wrapping his arms in gauze and speed following an ever impatient Mori out to the dark car in the lot.
Chuuya and Dazai exchange few words on the way to wherever the hell they're going, Mori quickly briefs them on the situation as he directs a few men on a walkie.
He mentions an agent crossing enemy lines to gain information, getting captured and feeding information to him, but the communication suddenly stopped and a bargain was sent out. They exchange a man that Mori had captured, and Dazai tortured, for his agent alive. The only problem is. They killed said agent.
Dazai scoffs at this. He remembers the man well, he was as he says "not fun enough to torture, too much whining and crying not enough information" luckily the information he did squeeze out of the man makes this mission that much easier. They now know where their base is, and where they keep hostages just in case the "deal" falls apart.
As they quickly approach the meeting site Mori clasps his hands together grinning widely, it's too wide of a grin, it doesn't reach his eyes, they're dark and lifeless; almost like Dazai's, at least the one that's uncovered. A chill runs through Chuuyas body as he studies this, he's been working with Dazai long enough to know how corrupted he truly is, he's never seen so much as a fake laugh come out of the boys mouth. But there's something about Mori that causes even Dazai to sit straighter and gulp nervously in his presence. It's deeply unsettling to the redhead.
"I'm sure you two know what to do from here, although I assure you, I will be watching, if anything happens to my associate there will be consequences." Mori's eyes darken even more so at the last comment, sending a chill through the duo before they nod seriously and make their way outside.
It's still dead of night. Crickets noisily sing and the moon is the main source of light other than a few lamp posts here and there. The port had a few men hidden in case things go south but Chuuya and Dazai are the main players this time. Dazai is disguised as the rivaling groups man, his hands are in cuffs and he has a scruffy bag over his head. He suddenly regrets his current appearance as he looks very similar to the man, Chuuya snickered at this fact as he had made fun of the man when they captured him, said he looked like a "half-dead homeless man"
Dazai is jerked out of his thoughts as he hears a few men approach.
"You Nakahara?" A gruff voice asks, he walked out of a dark alley as a few men follow close behind; one of them dragging a roughed up boy behind him.
"Yes, I am. Do you have him?" Chuuya speaks behind Dazai, his grip tightens ever so slightly on his wrist and Dazai jerks his arm in half annoyance/half pain
One of the men from the gang pushes the boy to the front pulling his head up so Chuuya can see him. Chuuya nods and does the same, sliding the bag off of Dazais head as he gets a good look at what their dealing with. The port member that they have is none other than Tachihara Michizō. He feels almost shocked that he was captured and now understands Mori's panic. He was a leader of the black lizards and is a damn good fighter, his ability is strong and he always has good weed. Dazai actually quite likes him, maybe he'll put in some effort in saving him this time.
"Send him and I'll send the boy" the man demands, Dazai still barely looks up as Chuuya unlocks the cuffs, pushing him forward, as he passes by Tachihara he glances at him catching his eyes and now shocked to see his associate. As Dazai reaches the group and Tachihara reaches Chuuya, Dazai keeps his head down thankful for the dark as one of the men inspects him. Satisfied, he pushes him behind him. Dazai relaxes for a split second thinking the plan had worked. That is, until the man grips a gun hidden behind him and points it straight at Chuuya. Dazai acts quickly, kicking it out of his hand and knocking the man out.
Chaos ensues, the man beside Dazai begins to shoot as well, missing him by a hair as Dazai ducks swiftly kicking the shooter's legs out from under him.
He briefly hears Chuuya yelling before a harsh kick sends him crashing to the ground. Tasting pavement, he coughs and rolls out of the way of another kick. The man he kicked the gun from is apparently craving revenge as he hurls himself at Dazai, who had just stood.
They began rolling around, Dazai feels his stitches rip as he scraps with the older gang member. His breaths are labored as the man practically sits on his chest now attempting to choke Dazai. He grips and scratches at the man's wrists writhing under him, his legs kicking trying to flip them over with no avail, this guy is massive.
Dazai curses him out but he slowly runs out of breath, the edges of his vision becoming dark from no oxygen. Just as he reaches the point of passing out, the man's grip suddenly releases and he lurches forward spitting blood on a gasping Dazai. Blood soaks through his bomber jacket as multiple bullet wounds appear. Dazai watches with blurry vision as the man is shoved away and a furious ginger takes his place, and another less furious more tired looking one crouches beside him.
Chuuya lightly slaps Dazais cheek a couple of times attempting to bring him back to reality. When Dazai blinks regularly and takes a deep breath Chuuya sighs and mutters under his breath.
Dazai half smirks at Chuuyas concern before using him to sit up and looking around. Apparently him and the man rolled quite far during the fight as they are far from where the exchange happened, that explains why it took so long for Chuuya and Tachihara to find him after taking care of the rest of the members.
"We really should get out of here, the other members might decide to pay us a visit.." Dazai practically demands as he's beginning to feel the adrenaline seep out of him and the pain set in, he really hates pain and now he's feeling quite a bit of it, he's sure he tore his stitches now as warm blood trickles down his arm, soaking through the bandages
Chuuya nods in agreement before standing up grabbing Dazais hand to pull him up. They both cringe simultaneously as the pull opens the wound more and Chuuyas hand is suddenly slick with the red liquid. He grips Dazais hand tighter ignoring his whining and pulls up the sleeve with a concerned look; he knows about Dazais habits but this is a little too much for him, he's never seen one this bad.
"Aww Chibi is worrying about me~ I'm flattered but I'm completely fine, We need too get going anyways." He pulls his arm away resituating his sleeve, then nearly stumbles, walking forward.
Chuuya and Tachihara lunge forward to catch the executive, Chuuya ends up wrapping his arm around Dazais waist holding him up as Tachihara calls for Mori to come pick them up. Chuuya, obviously frustrated with his mess of a partner, sighs in relief as Mori's driver pulls up close to them
"I didn't tell Mori what happened by the way, he said he'd just send a getaway driver so he's not here" Tachihara explains as he slides into the large backseat after helping Chuuya struggle to shove Dazai in
The drive seems eternal as they sit in near silence. Dazai is slumped over Chuuyas shoulder, his head pounds most likely from a concussion. He shoves his head in the redheads neck groaning
"We're almost there, quit that." Chuuya grumbles shoving Dazai as they pull into their apartment parking lot.
Luckily, they have a block of apartments specifically for the Port Mafia Members with special equipment for these kind of situations. Chuuya continues to half carry Dazai as they make their way inside, he heads straight to the little infirmary and places a pitiful Dazai on one of the small beds.
Now uncomfortably sitting on the cot, Dazai looks around the room that has become very familiar with. The only thing missing is his favorite crazy doctor, shes usually in here this time of the day, rummaging around her equipment or using her ability to save port members.
“Where's Yosano? She knows what to do.” Dazai mumbles still feeling disoriented, Chuuya huffs pausing his search for gauze to snap his head towards Dazai glaring at him.
“Yasano-san is on her own mission currently. We don't need her, her ability doesn't work on you anyways, I know what to do asshole.” Chuuya finally approaches Dazai with armfulls of gauze and a grim face. He throws the equipment on the cot beside him and uses scissors to begin cutting Dazais sleeves off, which causes him to whine moving his arm away.
“Hey I like this shirt!!’
“Yeah well be smarter next time, then I wont have to do this..” Once Chuuya finishes wrestling the tattered shirt and bandages off, he takes a rag and cleans it the best he can, his face is scrunched up in concentration as he gently disinfects it then glues the bigger ones shut.
Dazai just watches in near confusion at the whole thing, hes confused at how gentle Chuuya is being, he imagined he'd at least yell at him. Maybe dunk alcohol in it, open it even more as Mori sometimes does. His heart races at the thought and his breath gets stuck in his throat. Chuuya looks up suddenly, “shit, can he hear my thoughts?” Dazai gazes at him still confused but also with another emotion he cant seem to pinpoint. Guilt? Maybe. He tests something just in case.
“I uh. I'm sorry..” yes. Thats what it was. Dazai hasn't felt guilt in a long time, he only feels it when he's around Chuuya, Maybe Oda he thinks. His chest clenches at Chuuyas horrified expression as soon as the words leave his mouth.
“What?” Chuuya Practically whispers. His movements still, almost as if he’s worried about scaring the taller man away; he's finished with one arm completely, rewrapped in fresh bandages, the other is now half wrapped, he’s gently holding the arm as if its glass but grips onto the bandage like a lifeline.
Dazai gulps and looks down at his lap. “I just. Im sorry Chuu, you don't have to do this. I don't want you to have to do this."
Chuuya sighs. He simply looks back down and continues to gently wrap the arm. "Well thats too bad. You may be a bandage wasting freak, but I'd rather you waste our precious supplies and my sanity than bleed out like an idiot"
He finishes with the bandages in Dazai's shocked silence. There's no tension there though, only the rustle of Chuuya putting things away and the sound Dazai hears from his own chest. He feels simultaneously strangely relaxed in the shorter man's presence yet shaking and on edge about the whole situation. He feels weak. Even worse, he showed weakness in front of others. Mori would be furious. He would-
"DAZAI!" He nearly jumps out of his skin. His head snaps towards the sound, too see a once again concerned redhead standing close in front of him.
"Where did you go? I was calling your name for a minute, you need your hearing checked." Chuuya nudges the edge of his jaw playfully but Dazai only slowly registers the sudden touch; he's already too deep in his mind. He is very aware of his above average hearing; he just, gets lost sometimes. Lost in a memory, a feeling, it traps him. All he sees is Mori, flashes of his face over him, beating the absolute shit out of him because he so much as shed a tear.
He flinches, hard. Chuuya takes a step back cautiously immediately putting his hands up, he's seen this before with the Sheep; it's a flashback, ptsd more like it with the pure panic in Dazai's dark eyes.
Dazai clutches his chest, gasping through shakey breaths, clawing at the bandages around his neck loosening them slightly.
"Hey breath, its okay, your okay. I'm going to grab your hand alright?" Dazai nods ever so slightly and chuuya takes the chance, he slowly grabs Dazais hand, the one gripping the cot specifically.
"Here, feel. Match my breathing" he presses Dazai's hand to his chest taking exaggerated breaths, the hand shakes against his freckled skin as he runs his thumb across the boney knuckles.
"In…. And out…."
He repeats the mantra as Dazai slowly gets the hang of it, his shaking slows down and he closes his eyes pursing his lips. Chuuya inches closer the whole time, the mantra quieting as he does so.
"Chuuya.." Dazai breathes, his head drooping before hitting Chuuyas shoulder, he sighs deeply, sliding his hand from the freckled chest down to his slim waist.
"Hmm?" Chuuya hums relieved, he places a hand lightly on Dazais head, running the hand through his brown curls as a way to calm himself as well.
"..m'tired" he mumbles into Chuuyas shoulder pulling the redhead closer now with both arms.
"Want me to take you to your room?" Chuuya questions, his hand stills on Dazais head as he stiffens, shaking his head. "Okay, you don't have too. You can't just stay here though... Stay with me?"
Dazai lifts his head slightly shocked, Chuuya is so particular about who enters his room, Dazai himself has only been in there once; and he broke in.
"Are you sure? I can just-" he stops in his tracks as Chuuya slides him off the cot; he quickly wraps his legs around Chuuyas waist clinging his thin frame to him
"You're allowed this once, I'm just making sure you don't die before I have to use corruption again" Chuuya explained as he rearranges his grip on Dazai before heading towards his room.
The swaying feeling of Chuuya making his way towards his room lulls Dazai into relaxation. The slight throb of his wounds come to a dull roar as he rests his head on the small shoulder; his arms are draped around his neck as one of his hands fiddles with a strand of red hair.
The hallway is eerily quiet as Chuuya carefully makes his way to the small apartment. He's exhausted and suddenly grateful for Dazais thin figure for being so tall, he has one arm around his waist and one under his thighs. This is comfortable until he has to search for his keys.
“Hey i gotta put you down” Chuuya whispers as his neighbor Gin is definitely asleep by now.
Dazai grumbles but complies sliding off of him but continuing to heavily lean on his side. The door creaks open as Chuuya kicks it open, nearly dragging Dazai inside.
“Chibi cleaned his room!” Dazai exclaims as he's dropped onto Chuuyas' comforter. The last time he broke into the room, he made fun of how messy it was, he promptly grins at the thought of Chuuya taking his advice to clean it.
“Yeah yeah, Kouyou told me too, shut up and take your shoes off, you're disgusting.”
Dazai scowles at him but obliges and bends over grimacing at the grinding feeling in his ribs as he does so. When he cant bend any further he sits back up looking pale catching his breath. “Chuuuyaa~ I can't, the guard broke my ribs” Dazai whines attempting to kick them off instead.
“God your so dramatic it cant be that bad-” He kneels on his carpet and glancing up at the taller man before gently lifting the tattered shirt to inspect it. He unravels a layer of bandage uncovering scared skin covered by a sheen of bruise, at least, more bruised than usual. Chuuya grimaces at the sight reaching out to feel the obvious break in one of his ribs; Dazai recoils at the feeling, swatting his hand away.
“Seeee~ the guard was very heavy chibi, I feel sorry for his lover” Dazai says in a mock seriousness as he guides Chuuyas hand away and re-covers the tattered skin with the shirt.
Chuuya plays along leaving it be. He understands Dazai not wanting him to fuss over it; not that I would, he tells himself getting up to search for clothes that would fit him.
Casually resting on Chuuyas bed, Dazai sighs rubbing his eyes, hes exhausted after everything and hasn't had a good nights sleep in days. In between Mori dragging him out of bed for these things and chronic insomnia, his body is practically screaming for sleep. The most luck for rest he's had has been with passing out on Odasaku, or copious amounts of pills that gave him hell in the morning. Sometimes he'd even spend the night with Tachihara, getting high as the clouds, then if they felt like it, messing around together; they hadn't in months due to his mission. He thinks about making his way there if Chuuya ends up kicking him out. He Immediately rethinks this decision as his partner strolls out of his closet in a very thin shirt and and shorts, he has a bundle of clothes in his arms that he promptly dumps in Dazais lap.
“See if any of these fit, theres also a couple extra rolls of bandage in there.” Chuuya gestures to the small bathroom to the Left.
“Should I shower?” Dazai suggests although he dreads Chuuya saying yes, he imagines himself falling and getting more injured, maybe falling asleep in there, which hes done before. He breathes a sigh of relief as Chuuya, seemingly reading his thoughts, shakes his head.
“No, I don't feel like fishing your ass out after you've fallen, maybe in the morning.”
Dazai nods gratefully before he stands grimacing as he shuffles his way to the bathroom. Once inside, he dumps the clothes on the counter. Leaning on the sink, he hangs his head and sighs. He’s utterly exhausted, the kind of bone dead tired to where the need to collapse seems to hang around every corner. Attempting to hold off the feeling a second more, he shakes his head, stands straight rubbing his face and tugs his tattered shirt off. He contemplates taking his bandages off, its not like its anything Chuuya hasn’t seen, and the more he sifts through the clothes Chuuya gave him he realizes he really doesn't need them. He smiles fondly at the fact that he provided only sweatpants and a mix of larger longsleeve and half sleeve shirts.
He slips on a pair of Scream themed sweatpants and one of the half-sleeve black shirts. The only bandages he leaves on are the new ones on his arms, the sleeve of the shirt practically perfectly lines up with the end of the wrap, he's relieved at the fact. Its not that he's uncomfortable with Chuuya seeing them, hes seen the majority of them actually, stitched them up many times like today. Hes simply uncomfortable with them in the open, people he doesn't trust seeing them stresses him out, even just glancing at them in the wrong moment leaves him with a bitter taste and odd feelings.
Feeling himself slip deeper down in thought, he catches himself before he gets to deep and finally leaves the bathroom. His belt, balled up in the dirty clothes, jingles slightly as he approaches the redhead seemingly engrossed in the show hes watching.
“Where should i put these?” Dazai lifts his arms and a pant let slips out of the mess, hitting him in the shin.
“Hm? Oh just set them in the hamper over there, i'll just wash them with my clothes tomorrow.” Chuuya gestures blindly to the corner that houses a small hamper overflowing with the redheads dirty clothes this week. Dazai lets the thought of the domesticity of Chuuya casually washing their clothes together roll around for a moment; He smiles slightly at the thought, tossing them on said hamper and strolls back over to the red head, shoving him lightly he crawls onto the bed beside him.
“Are you watching Sherlock??” Dazai grins shifting closer to the smaller man
“Yeah i am, its a damn good show thank you very much” Chuuya huffs crossing his arms in annoyance
“I'm not dissing the show, i've seen the whole thing actually, BBC Sherlock is the best rendition i've ever seen of them”
“Honestly though! The actors are perfect for them as well, the dynamic between them is the best” Chuuya rambles on getting comfortable once again, Dazai liking his favorite show pleases him and he slides half of the blanket over the tall man and leans against his shoulder. He could care less about Dazai being his annoying ass partner at the moment; he's exhausted and quite frankly, it's been a while since he's just sat and done mundane things with Dazai. As much as he'd deny it, he missed it quite a bit. Something about the bandage wasting freak calms his nerves, the familiarity of the brunette against him feels so natural, he melts into it, curling his legs up under him as he leans his weight against said “freak”
Dazai sits as still as possible as the shorter executive leans into him, such a display of affection nearly short circuits his brain. He looks down slightly in surprise and finds a cozy chibi, his cheek is squished against Dazais shoulder, he can practically feel the puffs of breath from Chuuyas slightly open mouth, and his long eyelashes fluttering against the fabric of his sleeve as he fights to keep his eyes open. Dazai decides to take a risk with the fiery sleepy chibi, he slowly wraps a long arm around him holding a breath for his reaction. Thankfully he doesn't hold it for long as Chuuya simply melts into that as well, he relaxes against the touch, now gently resting his head against Dazais chest instead. Wary of the broken ribs, he just attempts to wiggle himself closer sighing in a tired contentedness.
Dazai smiles now fully wrapping himself around the tired chibi, he lightly rubs circles into the exposed skin on his waist with his thumb as he rests his head on the top of Chuuyas head, luckily he's high up enough for him to do so without straining his neck.
John huffs, angry at Sherlock for the umpteenth time on the small screen and Chuuya chuckles, against Dazais chest, his arm ended up around Dazais waist in a search for warmth in his chilly room and he tightens his grip slightly as Dazais head knocks against his. The slow rise and fall of his human pillow and the heavy mop of hair on top of his leads him to the conclusion of his partner finally passing out. As his arm falls from its place on Chuuyas waist, the shorter relaxes fully, he carefully rearranges himself turning the volume of his show down, and re-wraps himself around the beanstalk of a man humming contently as he sinks into the most comfortable position he can manage.
Chuuya lays there awake for another episode, he's only half paying attention to Sherlock at this point, he's mulling over what had happened that day his face heating as he looks at the similarities between how him and Dazai act compared to John and Sherlock. He finds it amusing how similar Dazai is to Sherlock sometimes, his thoughts are interrupted occasionally by a sudden stutter in Dazai's breathing or twitch or mumble.
Chuuya couldn't completely blame his lack of sleep on his partner this time; not when he couldn't get his own mind to stop thinking about him, or even how his chest would flutter as Dazai would pull him close in his sleep, or even when he couldn't tug his eyes away from the curve of Dazais nose or the dip in his lips, definitely not when as he fell asleep, he tugged himself as close as he could get, and slept the best he had in years.