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Even if Osamu Dazai, the boss of the Port Mafia was a weird man in general, he has strangeness levels, however, he’d been acting oddly weird recently. Most people wouldn’t pay attention to it, but Chuuya did, he was Dazai’s bodyguard after all.
Maybe he was just overreacting and the brunette was just feeling a bit under the weather, yes.
That must be it.
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Nevermind, he was NOT overreacting, Dazai had gone 520 hours without trying to commit suicide, 530 minutes without saying or doing anything stupid and 921 seconds without bothering Chuuya in general.
Dazai was absolutely planning some stupid shit, and even if he is his boss, Chuuya will make him spit out the truth, even if he has to beat the information out of him to do so.
The silence in Dazai’s office was thick, thick to the point breathing felt like a burden, thick to the point it was visible, thick enough to make spending the night alone in a dirty old cage look appealing.
With a forced cough, Chuuya tried to get the brunette’s attention, did it work? He's not sure.
“Ahem, boss?” He waited for an answer, one that never came. “Oi, Dazai.” That seemed toget the taller man’s attention, as much attention as you can get out of him. He may be there, but his mind never is, always thinking about something else.
Life shall make words you don’t truly mean become reality.
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“Chuuya-kun! I have a mission for you /(≧∇≦)/” was the message Dazai sent Chuuya at 2:58 in the morning
“Dazai, it’s 2:58 in the goddamn morning.” was the ginger’s almost immediate reply.
Though, he ended up not sending the message, instead changing it to a simple.
“Understood, I’ll be at your office as soon as it's five o’clock.”
“What about a quarter to five instead?”
“Got it, boss.”
“Good boy! (●＾o＾●)”
This man will be the death of him.
That same day, even before the hour he was told arrived, he was already in front of the doors to his boss’s office, waiting for said man to allow his entrance.
“Boss, may I enter?” He was received with a short silence, which was then interrupted by the brunette’s abnormally shaky voice coming from behind the tall dark wooden doors to his office.
“You may!” Without hesitation, the shorter man pushed the large doors open. He was welcomed by the sight of the bandaged man covered in a seemingly infinite pile of paperwork.
“Chuuya-kun, you’re here early. Were you so eager to see my gorgeous face?” At seeing the other’s face twist to one of disgust, Dazai scoffed. “Someone can’t take a joke. I’ll get to the point, for this mission I’m going to need you to leave the city to-”
“No. Absolutely no. Not in a million years. You can barely take proper care of yourself, and as your bodyguard it is my duty to watch your back."
“But, Chuuya! You’re the only one I can trust with this mission, besides, I’m not asking you if you want to go or not, this is a direct order from your boss.” Upon hearing the seriousness in the younger man’s voice, Chuuya sighed in defeat as he ran a hand through his hair, there was no point arguing with him.
"Fine, but you better not do something stupid while I’m gone, alright? Or I’ll make sure to make your life a living hell.”
“Sure, sure. That’s a weird way of coping with the fact you won’t be able to see my beautiful face for a while, and I know you will miss it, because you love me so much. How do I know that, you may ask? Simple, a winged friend whispered it to my ear!”
“Keep lying to yourself, but we both know that’s not true.”
A long, suffocating silence engulfed the room, it felt like water making its way inside Chuuya’s lungs, and he did not enjoy that feeling.
“So, how long and when will I be leaving?” He asked in an attempt to break the awkwardness that had emerged between the two of them.
“Tomorrow morning! and you’ll be gone for a week, if you do the work right, but I’m sure this assignment is simple enough for your little brain to understand.”
“Haha, so funny. I can’t wait to leave, and trust me, I will not miss seeing your face. At. All. In fact, I hope it stays like that forever and I’m free from your annoying presence.”
He regrets those words more than anything in the word, for they are nothing but shallow lies.
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He was not capable of believing it, he couldn’t process the fact that the brunette was forever g one, and that the mission he sent him to was just a way to get rid of him so he would not int errupt his suicide.
He could not believe it, really, he was in denial, clinging to the belief that it was all a d isgusting, twisted joke orchestrated by the brunette.
The brunette was everything he had. everything he cared about. To Chuuya, Dazai was like a G od, the light guiding him towards something after being lost for so long.
Dazai was like warmth after a cold and ruthless snow storm.
Dazai was calm after the storm, even if he was the source of said chaos.
Dazai was water in a desert.
Dazai was the only person he could trust in this world, and he had him taken from him like n othing.
Everytime Chuuya walked home from work, he would pass past a very specific flower shop, said flower shop always had dark roses on display, and as beautiful as they were, they were forever ruined for Chuuya, since every time he saw them, he would be reminded of him.
He would see his bottomless dark eyes on those dark roses.
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