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I groaned as I lay in my shipping container, curled up under some thin blankets I stole. It was winter- so it wasn't really helping. I felt my whole body shaking from the cold. I think I was about to finally pass out- until my phone rang.
"Dammit!" I muttered then dig through my pockets. I was barely able to grab my phone with my shaking hands. I sighed then answered the call. "Yeah?" I asked, trying to keep my voice even.
"Is that any way to talk to your boss?" Mori asked, his tone warning.
I quickly sat up, "Sorry- sir." I said, cursing myself out mentally when my voice cracked from my body trembling so much because of the cold.
"I've been informed you haven't regressed in two months. Why is that?" Mori once again seemed very annoyed but kept his patience. But I knew this was a warning- if I didn't answer right there will be consequences.
"I-... I haven't felt little." I lied, fidgeting with the blankets on my lap. That was a lie, my head has felt fuzzy for two weeks. I've just been holding it back, with pain. I'll pinch myself, cut myself a little, ignore my headaches, I wouldn't eat so my stomach hurt.
it's not my fault you stopped letting Oda take care of me and gave me to the hat rack instead!
"Dazai, I gave Chuuya your location. When he arrives you are going with him and you are going to regress. If not- you will be punished." Mori stated and there was no way out of this either. I thought regressing was supposed to be fun for the little! This isn't fun- I want Odasaku! "Do you hear me?" Mori asked, his tone growing more annoyed. That isn't good.
"Yes boss, I hear you." I said softly, clutching my phone tightly.
"Good, I rather not be bothered due to ridiculous situations like these. If i am- and it's your fault. I won't be happy." That was the last thing he said before hanging up.
I groaned and climbed out of my pile of blankets. My stomach turned when he said that. Chuuya was going to be here soon- guess I'll wait outside. I pushed my doors open, ignoring the loud creaking. I stepped outside and sat down in the snow. I leaned against my shipping container and sighed. I sat there waiting for a while. When did Mori say Chuuya would be coming? Wait- he didn't. He just said he gave him my location. Have I been sitting out here for no reason? I shivered as I hide my hands in my sleeves and hugged my knees to my chest. I'm really cold- my body hurts from being so cold. I looked around but didn't see Chuuya anywhere. Maybe he finally gave up on me? As soon as that thought came to mind, I see two lights. I frowned as I watched them get closer and brighter. Oh- it's a car. The car stops and turns off. I watched as someone got out and walked over. Great- it's the hat rack.
"Why the fuck- do you live here!?" He shouted out his question, he looked annoyed.
"Cause I c-can." I muttered, once again angry that my voice was shaky from the cold.
"Shit- you're freezing." He said then kneeled down to pick me up. "Come on, let's get you to my place." He holds his arms out, waiting for me to accept.
"I'm good." I lied, then just plopped down so I was laying in the snow now.
"Dazai!" He growled then helped me sit back up. "Listen- I don't like this either. But we are stuck with each other. Okay!?"
"Just let me freeze here." I mumbled as I go limp so he can't pick me up as easy.
"I've only taken care of you twice. It couldn't have been that bad!" He complained as he tries to pick me up, but I fought the whole time.
Eventually he managed to grab me and pick me up. He carried me to his car and placed me in a car seat. I winced when I landed in it. I watched as he strapped me in, but it was too tight!
"Chuuya-" The door slams shut. I jumped and felt my heart pound from the loud noise.
I watched him get in the driver's seat and slam his door shut too. A few gasps left my mouth as I tried not to cry. I coughed a little as I tugged on the straps around my chest. Loud noises, straps too tight, it's too much! He starts his car and it was even louder! He looks back before he starts to drive.
"Alright, let's- Dazai? Hey... What's wrong?" He asked softly as he frowned.
"M'fine!" I choked out as I kept struggling with the straps. I could feel tears streaming down my face. I hate how loud noises effect me when I'm feeling just slightly little.
I hear the car turn off, then Chuuya got out. Did I make him mad!? Is he just going to leave me in here? What if he tells Mori I've been bad!? Then my door opened, Chuuya leaned over and loosened the straps. I sniffled. It felt a little better, I guess. Chuuya watches me for a moment, I grew a little uncomfortable. I whined looking away and trying to hide in my jacket. What did he want?
"Zai, what's wrong? I'm still new with taking care of you. I need a little help here." He said as he reaches over and brushes his knuckles along my cheekbone. His gloves felt rough on my skin. I let out a loud whine and pushed his hand away.
"Go-way! Dumb Chuu-ah!" I froze, I was mortified by how I sounded. I'm used to it with Oda. But not Chuuya.
"Zai, I just want to know what's wrong..." He said softly as he tried to wipe away some tears. He still hadn't taken off his glove.
I glared and pushed his hand away before he could touch me. "No!" I cried, then started kicking my feet. "No!"
I see Chuuya think for a moment then I saw the realization on his face. He slipped off one of his gloves then reached back over to wipe my face. I sniffled but let him this time. I frowned in confusion when he pulled away then carefully climbed into the back with me. I looked over at him as he sat down. He sighed as he leans back in the seat.
"I need to know why you're so upset." He said softly, I just looked away and pouted. We sat there quietly, was he just going to sit here with me until I say what's wrong!?
"... Loud..." I whispered, it was barely audible.
"Loud?" Chuuya asked, he sounded confused.
"Car is loud and you're loud. You're mean, I don't like the straps tight and being dropped in a car seat." I choked out, my voice shaky as I try to talk without crying. I wiped my eyes with the back of my hands and sniffled. "I don't like Chuuya taking care of me, you're too rough." I whined, guess I should be honest. Maybe then he won't have to watch me anymore.
"Shit- is it really that bad for you?" He asked, he seemed genuinely upset that he's been messing up. I don't believe it- he's just a good actor. "Osamu...?" I ignore him and looked away, sniffling as I kept wiping my eyes. I coughed a little and whimpered. I hear him shuffling behind me, then he starts talking. He's on the phone? I slowly looked over and I was right. He's talking on the phone! But to who? "Yeah, send a car over- make sure it's quiet. Then I need the driver to drive my car to the community parking lot at headquarters. I need it as soon as possible."
I kept sniffling, my nose was really runny now. From the combination of the cold and my crying it was bound to happen. I go to use my sleeve to wipe it- but Chuuya stops me. He has a tissue in his hand- No! He wipes my face too rough! I whined and tried pushing his hand away as I kicked in frustration. He struggles to wipe my nose, never reaching it. I can see him getting annoyed. He grits his teeth and just tosses the tissue away.
"Icky..." I mumbled then wiped my nose with my sleeve. I didn't like when my nose was runny. At this point my sleeve was gross and covered in snot. Chuuya looked disgusted. I sniffled a little more, then leaned back in the car seat.
"Fucking- Gross." Chuuya muttered, to himself. I looked over at him, he sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. "I swear- I'm either a bad Caregiver or I got the worst little ever." Oh- okay... That doesn't feel great. Oda loves when I'm little! He says I'm the best! Could he just be nice..? Is he lying to make me feel better? I'm not liked when I'm big- so why would I be liked as a little? I sniffled once more then went quiet.
I curled up as much as I could in the seat and slipped my fingers in my mouth to chew and suck on. I felt tears silently stream down my face. I want Oda! He'll tell me I'm good. Even if it's a lie- I want to hear it. I slowly looked up when I heard a car coming. Chuuya sighed and muttered 'Finally' before getting out of his car. He gets everything situated, then opens the door on my side and unbuckles me. He picks me up then orders the driver to put the car seat in the other car before leaving. I just curl up again and hide my face as I keep sucking on my fingers. Eventually I'm back in the car seat and Chuuya is in the driver's seat. We are in a new car and it's a lot quieter. I just keep gnawing on my fingers as he drives. They're kind of starting to hurt- Why? I slowly pulled them out and stared. They're red and I see bite marks- one is bleeding. Oops... I bit too hard. I decided to ignore it and keep sucking on them. I kept it up until we reached Chuuya's place. He parks the car then we both get out. He unbuckles my seat then picks me up. I just rest my head on his shoulder and stay quiet- other than an occasional sniffle. He walks into the bulding, then looks down at me.
"You're quiet... Finally calm down?" He asked, as he watched me. We go to head into the elevator- when someone stopped him.
"Sir! Your little is chewing his fingers." A man points out at the front desk. Chuuya glares at the man, probably annoyed the guy thought Chuuya wanted his opinion. "That- Well... We offer pacifiers. He shouldn't be chewing his fingers. It could cause issues."
"He's fine, he's finally quiet. So don't get involved in something you don't know." Chuuya growled, then looked down at me. "But if you're so worried, here." He grabs my hand and pulls my fingers out of my mouth. I gasped then fought the urge to cry. Chuuya went to give the man a look to say 'See? He's fine.' But then he saw my hand. "Shit!" He gasped.
The man at the desk, scoffed. "That poor little doesn't stand a chance with a caregiver like him." He muttered softly, I heard so I'm sure Chuuya heard too. He heads into a diffrent room while Chuuya carries me to the elevator.
"Why the hell are you chewing on your fingers like this!?" He shouts, glaring at me. I stare up at him, feeling my eyes water again. I was trying to be good!
"I'm getting a different little after this...."