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“GODDAMNIT, YOU FUCKING MACKEREL, WAKE THE FUCK UP.”
Dazai slowly opened his eyes to a midget on the verge of tears. He put his hand out to touch Chuuya’s cheek, grinning afterwards.
“I'm not dead yet, you slug. I still haven't found a partner to do double suicide with…”
Chuuya watched Dazai pout in what seemed to be a desperate moment. There was red everywhere and there was this weird smell accompanying it in the cramped room.
“...I'll be your double suicide partner, just don't die!” Chuuya cried out, the tears he held in pushed their way through the mental barricade he had made.
Dazai laid there stunned, he never thought Chuuya would say that ever in his existence. For a few seconds you could only hear the faint sounds of sniffling, but that wasn't the case for Dazai. Dazai could only hear his thoughts with Chuuya's sobbing as some kind of background music.
“.....I'm not dying, you midget. I'd never die in such a painful way… And! Why would I want a slug to be my double suicide partner?” Dazai said with a cheerful smile on his face, he felt as if he was guilty of telling a lie while saying the second part.
“...What.” Chuuya's tears instantly stopped falling, ignoring their continuous pattern of rolling down his face. His face darkened as he stared into Dazai's eyes.
Instantly his face flushed red. His darkened face turned into one full of embarrassment. One could describe how he looked as a tomato with an orange stem.
Chuuya observed the room more thoroughly than he first had. That weird smell accompanying the red splashes wasn't just his imagination. In fact, it was actually the smell of dried paint! Chuuya was just too shaken to realize what it actually was. The following second, Chuuya slammed the door open and ran out, not turning back to even close it; the color of his body red from his ears to his shoulders as he ran.
☆ミ Timeskip 彡☆
‘Forget about it'-- is what Chuuya wanted to do. But it was near impossible, as the memory was seared into his very being.
Chuuya wanted to scream out of embarrassment. He ripped off the collar on his neck out of pure rage for himself as he thought, ‘WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT??? AND OUT OF ANYONE, IT JUST HAD TO BE THAT WASTE OF BANDAGES?!’ He cupped his face in his hands and sat down out of shame.
He glanced up through the small gap between his fingers, right in his sight was a very expensive kind of wine. He stood up and walked to it. Instantly Chuuya took the bottle of wine and downed half of it in one go, hoping that it would make him forget. And luckily, it did.
The next thing Chuuya knew, he was in the same room that Dazai was in. However, he was still dizzy from the wine, causing his eyesight to be slightly blurred. Out of nowhere, someone cupped the lower half of Chuuya's face with a single hand. Chuuya immediately reacted, fully ready to start fighting as he reached his arm towards the others. Suddenly, Chuuya's lips lost the space it originally had in front of it. Instead, what was there were Dazai's own lips! Chuuya was stunned, granting Dazai a quick moment to slip in his tongue while he was at it. The amount of space in Chuuya's mouth amounted to only half of what it usually was.
Chuuya fought back, but he was too weak at the moment to free himself from the clutches of Dazai. He was only allowed small periods of breathing, which, of course, he had to use only for its real purpose or else he would've been suffocated to death by now. Chuuya's mouth grew hotter and hotter by the minute as what had been just a drunk guy and a stupid mackerel turned into a makeout session between those same two.
Chuuya would hate to admit it, but he was actually enjoying being kissed by Dazai. As if he had been subconsciously waiting for it. One minute Chuuya was pushing away from Dazai, the next, he was initiating the continuation of making out! Initially, they were standing, however, while the kissing proceeded things started escalating as they slowly changed from standing to sitting, then sitting to lying down. Things were getting hot and heavy as time passed and the last translatable thought in Chuuya's mind was as so:
‘WHY AM I THE BOTTOM!?’
☆ミ Timeskip 彡☆
Chuuya groggily opened his eyes to notice that he was in Dazai's room. When he sat up he noticed that it was unusually cold in the room.
When Chuuya looked to the left, he saw Dazai laying down on his side underneath the sheets. All of a sudden, it all came flooding back. Everything.
Chuuya's face burned red as he remembered everything that happened in vivid detail. After a few dozen seconds had passed, Chuuya realized that he had felt sore all over.
And just like that, Chuuya had successfully forgotten the first embarrassing moment, replacing it with, what could be, an even more embarrassing moment. Or perhaps, a better one?
Fin