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Chuuya laid back onto the cold medical table, Dazai staring at him from the side.
Both his shirt and binder were off, discarded to the side. He wouldn’t need them for this.
Dazai had joked cruelly before, that the scars would look like corruption markings. Even though they fit his aesthetic, he hoped they would. If he could have it his way, they wouldn't be there at all.
He couldn’t bring himself to care though, he wouldn’t let anything stop this from happening.
He had spoken with Dazai beforehand, about the factors, the risks. Dazai, who usually withheld information as a part of his big plan, was surprisingly open about this. He had outlined every step, Chuuya wouldn’t be surprised if he had done this type of surgery before.
Not that it mattered, as much as he didn’t like it, Dazai was usually right. He had never done anything that wouldn’t benefit the organization, Chuuya trusted him, for anything, even this.
With a needle in hand, his boss stood beside, towering over him.
The harsh hospital lights framed his head, almost like a halo. A single eye looked down at him.
It wasn’t hard to imagine Dazai as some otherworldly being, he was too perfect, too flawed. Everything about him was a contradiction, as the name of his ability suggested, he couldn’t be human. Him and Chuuya were similar that way.
His cold hand drifted up his body, gently tracing his muscles, as well as the corruption scars. Once it reached his chest, it trailed along the underside of each breast, before going up and narrowly avoiding each areola. The action could be described groping in any other situation, but that word didn’t feel right. His hands were soft and gentle, only light touches, before slowly leaving his skin. The intimate sensation sent a shiver through his body.
“Are you ready, Chuuya-kun?” His voice was low, no sign of the teasing they had become accustomed to. He could only bring himself to nod in return.
Dazai hummed, removing his hands from Chuuya’s chest and bringing them to his face instead.
His fingers reached for Chuuya’s right eye, closing and softly brushing over the eyelid.
There wasn’t a single other person in the world, in any world, that he would allow to become this intimate with him. To lie on this cot naked, chest on display for only him to see, letting him touch it. Trusting him to touch him, his breasts, his eyes, his weak points. Trusting him with his soul.
His hands left his eyelid abruptly, and his eyes fluttered open.
He looked over to Dazai, his boss, his partner, whose hands were trailing up his own body and towards his face.
His hands reached the sides of his head, and Chuuya watched silently as the bandages were slowly unwrapped.
His hands fell to his sides, two deep black eyes met his own. Chuuya felt his heart flutter, it wasn’t the first time he had seen his eyes, but it still took his breath away.
Dazai’s eyes, one fine on the left, but the right was different.
Instead of one iris, there were two. A genetic mutation called a broken iris, it was rare, but not unheard of.
He fondly gazed into the sights some would kill to see. Not many have seen the Port Mafia bosses right eye, the amount could probably be counted on one hand.
He wanted to thank Dazai for doing this. For doing this thing that would seem so insignificant for some, for sharing his vulnerability. Sure it would make the surgery easier if Dazai had both eyes, but he knew he didn’t have to do it. He knew they were not equal, but it didn’t matter at that moment, nothing mattered but him and Dazai and what they were about to do.
Dazai reached for a needle, filling it with something flicking it a couple times.
His wrist was gently grabbed, and there was a small prick as he was injected with something, probably a painkiller. Two more needles came after it, and the third was being filled up before Dazai spoke again.
“Are you sure, Chuuya?”
He shivered at the tone of voice his name was spoken in, before contemplating the question.
“I am” he responded, voice steady despite the painkillers slowly making his body go numb.
He had never been so sure about anything else, his dual coloured eyes locked with Dazai’s.
Dazai hummed, as his face slowly turned into a soft smile.
Chuuya displayed one to match as he was injected with the last needle, the one to knock him out so the surgery could actually happen.
His vision blurred, as he heard the sharp sound of a scalpel being unsheathed and the cold tip being pressed to the underside of his breast.
He looked up, Dazai’s special eyes weren’t gazing intently at him anymore, and instead at his chest, totally immersed in his work. He could feel his consciousness fading, he had always been weak against poisons, and the same went for medicine as well, including what Dazai had given him to knock him out.
He closed his eyes for a moment, before they became heavy, and opening them was like lifting weights.
He could feel something sharp dragging across his chest, but there wasn't pain. Like nothing was happening at all.
He would have to remember to thank the stupid mackerel when he woke up. At some point he might've dreaded that, but things were different, they would be different.
Ah, there’s no point in dragging it on. I might as well just pass out now.
He rested his eyes with the intent of opening them back up, which for obvious reasons didn’t happen.
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Chuuya was still on the cot when his eyes cracked open again, and Dazai was still standing over him, with broken eyes and halo of light.
He took a breath in, a deep one. He held it for a moment, before releasing.
There was no weight on his chest, no gravitational pull downwards, nothing.
He felt weightless, some euphoric feeling, as he was floating.
Dazai’s hand reached for him, settling on his chest.
The red glow that had started to form around him wisped away immediately, and he was overtaken by a cold refreshing feeling.
It was real, not a trick of his mind. Dazai’s full hand rested on his chest, spreading his fingers apart fully.
He sighed, he wanted to say Dazai’s name, to say anything.
Before he could muster up the words, the hand left without a second thought.
Dazai turned around, grabbing his bandages and wrapping them back around his head. Coat swayed as he left Chuuya’s side and strolled to the door.
He tilted his head, left eye, staring at Chuuya, before looking back.
“C’mon Chuuya, we have work to do”
Some things never change.