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17 years
Chuuya rams his fist into a random goons face with a feral grin, feeling more than hearing the satisfying crunch of his nose. The goon crumples to the ground, never to get up again. Partially disappointed and relieved, the ginger let’s out a short sigh. That should be the last one.
Soukoku had been tasked with taking 7 major bases of a previously allied group, Kuroyama?, Kurokawa? Chuuya couldn't give a shit about the name, they're nonexistent now.
They were conspiring rats, gathering many allys and ability users alike. And though They grew powerful, it was stupid and insanely arrogant, the Port Mafia is the top of the food chain in the underbelly. More so now then ever with Soukoku.
Thats when Chuuya, finally coming down from his battle high, notices a certain lack of a bean pole presence. A lack of lame insults. He strolls over brutalized bodies, wiping his bloodstained gloves on his pants, scoping the rooms for a familiar lanky mackerel with no luck. It's strange, Dazai usually waits near the carnage, either watching with a blank look or clicking away on his PSP. He frowns, scrunching his nose into more of a grimace.
"Oi, Where's the shithead?" Chuuya questions one of his men (who he has to look UP at), they would usually have earpieces but Dazai deemed it unnecessary cause it'll be a 'walk in the park'.
The goon with a crooked nose and stocky build is hardly fazed by the smaller's brashness and knew immediately who Chuuya was talking about. He straightens his back and furrows his brows "Last I can recall he was in the last room on the left of the corridor, towards the back of the building, sir" then bows, getting back to a long night of clean up.
He bites back a groan when he watches Chuuya strutting away, trailing blood with him.
Chuuya strolls out the back door, fruitless in his search. The cold air is refreshing, but his sweaty form becomes quickly chilly. Shivering, He scans the moonlit yard, feeling exhaustion already seeping into his bones. Damn, It's late. Luckily, it was a cloudless full moon tonight. Easier find the bandage bastard.
"Fucker! Where the Hell did you go?!"
His voice echoes into the freezing autumn air and out to the dark forest, with no response. This base was practically in the middle of nowhere, the organization's secret last attempts at a retreat that the freakishly big brained fish found in seconds. A little ways towards the back was a river and a small dingy warehouse to the right of him.
Chuuya swears if he finds the freak trying to off himself, he's gonna kill him. He'd been talking about his obsession less but his stupid dark fish eyes sucked out the light in any occasion.
Ignoring the pang of anxiety that blooms in his chest, Chuuya shoves his hands deep in his pockets and stomps down the concrete stairs towards the warehouse. He's fucking cold and just wants to go home.
He's not gonna let the bastard sleep in his stupid container, even if he has to drag him to his place, it's almost winter.
"I'm gonna fucking leave, Mackerel!"
Chuuya huffs as he approaches the cruddy structure. Maybe he already left. It wouldn't be the first time, asshole.
He passes the threshold onto the hard dirt floor, the door rusted off it's hinges long ago. The only lighting is the full moon bleeding through the holes of the walls like swiss cheese. The interior is practically bare, some tires, and a shelf with a gallon of gasoline.
Glancing to the left, there's a figure crouched in the corner with an all too familiar mess of locks. Chuuya only opened his mouth before he hears a soft whisper break the silence first "Shhh It's okay, well it's not, but youu don't need to know that...pspsps" What the fuck? He sounds so gentle. Freaky.
Chuuya brings his phone out to asses....whatever was going on, "Oi, brace face, what are yo-"
Once the light had reached the corner, Dazai rocks forward and then shoots to his feet. He twirls around with his coat closed and his only visible eye squinted. Amused and partially stunned Chuuya raises his brows for an explanation. Braces gleaming, Dazai stiffens "Nothing. Not any of your tiny ginger buithneth".
"......."
His cheeks burned a bright red, eye still squinted, as Chuuya smirks "Oh? I'd rather be a tiny ginger than a bandaged dumath, thorry not thorry." Since Dazai is insistent on bullying him, Chuuya has no problem doing the same back. Even though his blood is boiling at admitting that he's a tiny ginger, it settles when he sees Dazai's face grow redder. It's definitely worth it.
Face twisted in embarrassment, Dazai foolishly tries to defend himself "Thut it!! You-" and immediately looks like he regrets it. Chuuya couldn't hold in his laughter, his free hand flying to his mouth.
Ever since Dazai got braces, he can't take him seriously. Watching threw tear filled as Dazai scrunches his nose, quickly walking past him. Chuuya gasps in between his uncontrollable giggles, wiping his eyes as he fell in line on Dazai's right. He shakes his head fondly, shoving his phone back into his pocket God, that'll never get old.
"Ith not that funny Chibi" Dazai spits, rolling his eyes. Dazai hates that Mori forced him to get braces. Chuuya will never let him live in peace, and makes fun of him every chance he gets. It's not fair! Chibi's supposed to be the butt of the jokes! He's supposed to be tormenting him, not the other way around! And don't even get him started on meetings and interrogations. Dazai sighs, there's no winning, is there?
Regardless, every time he gets made fun of (which is ALOT) he stuffs Mori's scalpels in jello. Or he'll put pink dye in his whites, Despite Mori being able to buy more, Dazai was relentless. So it wasn't out of the ordinary for Mori to fashion a pink doctor coat and now an equally bright hat to cover his baldness. Those are very tame examples though. Dazai always played pranks on him but now he does it more in pettiness of the dumb braces. He chuckles, thinking of what he can torment Mori with next.
"Yeth, it ith that funny cauth you're an athole" Chuuya mocks, glancing triumphantly at Dazai's pouty face then at his closed coat. Doesn't he know that he's gonna have to bring the shit to my place? Why's he hiding it? Dumbass "Anyway, What the hell were you even doing in there? Whispering 'n shit?". Dazai's hand emerges from his cloak to thrum at his chin, as if he's thinking of what to say. They're still keeping their pace to the shorter's death machine (motorcycle).
Chuuya cocks his brow, eyes glued to Dazai's chest, where his other arm is. Despite his right arm being free, the lump on his chest barely sunk. It was unaturally lumpy and Chuuya wasn't as dumb as people make him out to be and definitely not as dumb Dazai thinks he is right now. Why's he trying to hide it when its so obvious?! He tears his eyes away as Dazai purses his lips to answer. "I believe I told your pea brain not bother" He's trying to avoid s's all together.
Chuuya snickers then promptley curses Dazai for the unwarranted insult. "UGh-You're such an Ass, Just show me what you have. You're bringing the little shit back to my place anyway." The Ass in question only feigns a shock of ignorance. Incredulously, the Ass pops his arms out his cloak and shakes them up and down wiggling his fingers, so as not to reveal what he's so obviously hidden. "I have NO clue what you're talking about, thlug-" He slightly winces but kept his bravado "-and who thaid I'm going to your place??"
"I did, Jackass. Just-" Chuuya places his hand on Dazai's shoulder, gripping the fabric, halting them to a stop "-let me see." The duo comically stood in silence for a moment, Dazai staring holes into the ground and Chuuya doing equally to the mackerel's face. The tension in the air inevitably about to snap.
Dazai's face darkens, he grips the dark material at the junction of shoulder to collar and ran, tearing the cloak from Chuuya's clutches. Leaving the ginger's mouth agape, momentarily stunned at Dazai's inability to cooperate after clearly being caught. Then again the bandaged fish face never made sense.
Recovering, Chuuya chases after him "Mackerel, Why the fuck won't you-" he aims for the taller's coat, if he can just take his cover. Dazai dodges his attempt, sticking his toungue out and skiping around Chuuya, only aggravating the shorter more. "-SHOW ME"
Their men walking in and out of the house found it either amusing or very unsettling to observe the duo. These were their superiors, childeren, yes. But dangerous. Just moments ago, they witnessed Chuuya splay the ground with their enemies' guts and brain matter.
They were grateful that Chuuya was here because he protects his squad unlike Dazai who uses them as mere expendables. But looking at Soukoku now, you'd never know they were Mass murderers. Or that one of them was THE Demon Prodigy. Just kids. "Teenagers scare the living shit out of me" grumbled a blood stained goon, shaking his head as he turned away from the cursing duo.
Finally sick of Dazai's monkey business, Chuuya uses his ability to lunge at the speed of a bullet to sweep the mackerel's twig legs out from under him. Causing Dazai, still clutching his cloak closed instead of cushioning his fall, to squeak in surprise. A similar distressed meow accompanying his. Successfully sweeping Dazai on his back, the older quickly straddles the youngers hips. Taking both of Dazai's gangly wrists to wrangle them above his head, easily overpowering him.
His jeer dies on his tongue as he finally got a look at the most chubbiest cat Chuuya has ever seen wedged in the top of Dazai's black vest. The cat was ink black with huge sky eyes, clutching with all its might onto Dazai's already clawed filled chest, with it's stomach facing Dazai's chin. Ears plastering to the back of its head, as it tried to rolling itself back up.
There was yet another moment of silence as Chuuya switches his bewildered gaze between the struggling cat and Dazai's anguished face, sucking in lungfuls of air as if it were canned crab. The wind having been knocked out of him only a second earlier. Dazai starts to writhe and tug at Chuuy's grip, unsuccessful. Chuuya's got the upper hand here.
The smaller breaks the quiet with his giggles, mischievous eyes on the now frozen cat glued to Dazai's chest, as he effortlessly shifts both of his bandaged wrists to his left hand. How'd he even fit it in there?? This is definitely blackmail worthy.
Before Dazai can prepare, not that he can do anything in the first place. Chuuya is snapping shots of two equally distressed cats. With an absolutely mortified expression on his face, Dazai shuts his eyes wiggling even more but not enough to free him of Chuuya or the charcoal bundle on his chest.
"Chiibii!!!" Dazai screeches, "thith ith no way to treat your mathter!!"
The ginger grins as he stuffs his phone into his back pockets "Ok,Ok I've already got enough material". Dazai stops wriggling to shoot Chuuya with the most pathetic pout he has ever seen. His bottom lip jutting out and his eyes pleading, "I'll never make fun of Chuuya'th height ever again if you delete them right now"
The shorter scoffs "Uh huh like I believe your ass. And who do you think you are to make demands? I say don't make fun of my height or else I'll make sure these pictures are the only thing they'll remember the "Demon Prodigy" by"