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That damned idiot, always getting themselves hurt!
Really, for someone so smart, they seriously don't act like it. Fucking dumbass.
Chuuya honestly didn’t know how the shitty mackerel could get into these types of situations so quickly. You take your eyes off them for ONE second and suddenly- POOF! They’re off to cause trouble! Is it part of their ability? It was absolutely surreal.
Still- he ought to keep a better eye on his partner, lest something like this happens again for the gazillionth time and causes permanent damage– like death, Chuuya shuddered just thinking about it, what could’ve happened had he not gotten there when he did.
They had a, compared to what they usually dealt with, so called ‘simple’ mission. Dazai was supposed to get captured by the enemy and extract as much information as they could during torture sessions. Chuuya was to act as back-up. It would not be their first rodeo, having had several missions like this one before, but it never got easier seeing his partner in such a state.
Despite what their ‘rival’ state may declare, Soukoku had, unfortunately, gotten attached to each other. And while, sure, it was quite nice to have someone ‘subtly’ (for them) looking out for you. But it also meant he had to care for Dazai in their rare moments of vulnerability. Like- geez. The teen could go on with severe injuries for days while perfectly hiding it,they just weren’t lucky enough this time around.
The mission was successful, as expected of them, with the exception of one TINY detail.The targets were incredibly sneaky and good at hiding, so they managed to escape Chuuya’s sight. And to make matters worse– at this point life was giving both of them a giant slap in the face with an added ‘F*CK YOU’ in big bold letters, not that it was anything new– Dazai received some form of head trauma and a near overdose on drugs. They were only aware enough to record what their torturers were saying. And, due to focusing on collecting information and the incredible pain, they hadn’t been able to minimize the damage to their already frail body.
By the time Chuuya found his partner, Dazai had already passed out from blood loss and his captors were preparing to deal the final blow. In his frenzy, he barely managed to stop it in time.
How great it felt to deliver retribution to the bastards who dared lay their greasy, slimy hands on his partner. All the blood he had had to wash off of himself and his clothing was worth the oh so satisfying screams those grunts let out as they felt the pain that Chuuya was dealing them. Usually, he is not one for needless violence, BUT, these grunt messed up his idiotic partner. HE was the only one allowed to do that.
Back on topic.
As a result of the torture, Dazai had entered into a mini coma. That was two achingly long weeks ago. They still haven’t woken up, but the doctors said they had a very good chance.
As what had slowly become my usual over the past two weeks, I was sitting on the couch beside the hospital bed, reading a new book– ‘Poems of the Goat’, absolutely beautiful if you ask me– I had taken up that week. That was until I saw a slight movement in the edge of my view. I put down the book, only to realize that it was Dazai! They were moving their hand a little and slowly opening their eyes. They still seemed a tad bit dazed, but it was to be expected.
Dazai looked around a little, scanning the room like the paranoid bastard they are. Once everything had properly registered into that stupidly genius brain of theirs, they finally settled on looking at Chuuya, apparently wanting to say something.
“Ch…” seems like their throat was dry.
“Chuu...?”
Chuuya stared blankly, at least until it registered and–
PFFT!
HA! Did- did Dazai just-..!
He could no longer hold back his laughter and it echoed throughout the small space. No way he was missing this chance! It was practically served on a silver platter!
“Chuu on deez nuts!”
Chuuya was laughing so hard his stomach started hurting. He was trying to keep an eye on the mackerel to see their reaction and got to see the exact moment understanding flashed across those voids doubling as eyes. The way Dazai’s face morphed from confusion to the most deadpan stare known to man as in saying ‘seriously?’ Serves them right for all the times they had done this to him!
“It was about time I got back at you, idiot!”
Despite Chuuya looking like he was about to die from laughing too hard, Dazai continued to stare and thought ‘I’m too tired for this shit’. They proceeded to make themselves as comfortable as possible given their injuries and the stiffness of the hospital bed. Chuuya noticed this and..
“OI! Don’t you dare!”
The aforementioned flipped the ginger off with a stuck out tongue and promptly fell back asleep.
The redhead could only stare in disbelief at the extent of his partner’s pettiness, ultimately deciding that it wasn’t his problem to deal with for now. He sat back down and went back to reading the book he had left on the nightstand. At least he was getting some quiet time from this. And the shitty mackerel actually got some REAL rest and time for recovery. Now he knew to keep a glass of water for when Dazai woke up again, hopefully they hadn’t slipped back into the coma.
After all, they’re meant to look out for each other, no matter what.
It was nice to act like children every once in a while.
It had been a few hours later that Dazai had come back to their senses.
Looking around the room for the second time that day, they found that Chuuya had fallen asleep on the couch. What a marvelous sight to behold, indeed. The powerhouse of a chibi finally taking a much needed nap.
He was spread out messily on the hospital couch, ginger, soft, curls framing his peaceful expression perfectly, book laying open on the floor next to his hand (Chuuya likes poems, huh? They'll keep that in mind for future reference) and drool slipping out of his mouth. And, of course, tacky hat perched over the ginger mop of hair.
To be frank, it did surprise them that the hatrack had stayed with them during their recovery. They supposed they had been out for quite a while for Chuuya to have that, surprisingly well hidden, worried look on his face when they woke up.
Was that it-? At least they think it was.
Humans were such complicated beings. With so many mixes in emotions and that type of shit.
Which is why coming across someone so…human…while living the life they had was like a once in a million occurrence, if that.
How someone so painfully human could doubt their own humanity was beyond them.
Chuuya was basically the embodiment of what it meant to be human. He could be caring, understanding, kind while also being ambitious, powerful, and even somewhat cruel when the situation called for it. (And no, they weren’t complimenting that slug– in Dazai’s mind, at least.)
He is everything they lacked, humanity included.
ANYWAYS!- they were NOT going to forget that little stunt.
Obviously they had to get back at the redhead.
Dazai had a revenge to plan.