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Chuuya rolled onto his side again, groaning, he layed back on his back, kicking the sheets off. It's not even summer, but it's already so hot. Chuuya's eyes snapped open as he sat up, gasping for air as his limbs shook. Something was definitely wrong, very wrong. He reached out for the sleeping man beside him, shaking his shoulder. ’Wake up,’ Chuuya demanded even as his voice came out slightly wobbly. A chill ran down his spine as No Longer Human activated. An instant relief from the agonizing hit feeling.
Chuuya didn't remember activating his ability. Nor did he think he could do it in his sleep. ‘What is it, Chibi? It's the middle of the night. Why are you not sleeping?’ Dazai grumbled as he turned on his side to look at the other, his sleepy eyes still closed as his arms moved around Chuuya's waist, pulling the smaller boy into his chest.
‘Nothing, just a bad dream, properly.’ Chuuya nuzzled his head against Dazai's chest.
‘Think about a happy memory, it will help.’ Dazai responds, already back to being half asleep, breathing in Chuuya's sandalwood scent, left in his hair from the sampo they used to bathe together. His fingers were moving in small circles on Chuuya's back. It helped the shorter relax as he felt his eyelids growing heavier as he slowly fell asleep.
Once taller was completely sure the redhead was asleep, he kissed his forehead. Softly whispering against the soft skin. ‘I'm sorry… I really am.
Chuuya opened his eyes, a sleepy yawn escaping him as he slowly sat up. His hand moved to shake his partner awake, but was met with empty air. ‘Dazai?’ The boy called out, slowly getting out of bed once he noticed the taller was no longer there with him. Walking out of the bedroom in nothing more than his boxers and a stolen shirt of his partner, he called again. ‘Dazai?’
Strange, he thought. Dazai was never one to leave the bed before Chuuya woke up. And especially didn't leave before giving Chuuya a goodbye kiss. Walking through the small rooms of his apartment, he found the brunette oddly missing. Walking to the front door, his shoes are missing. Did he go to work early? That sounds just absurd, even for Chuuya.
Cracking an egg in a pan, sizzling as it cooked in the melted butter, Chuuya made himself breakfast. Siting down at the table, plate infront of his and fork in hand he started to eat, only posing once he heard the fapiliar sound of his phone going off. He put the fork in his mouth eating his bite before puting it fown and geting off his chair, walking up to his bedroom he strangely found his phone on bussing awhay on the bedside table, not in his jackets pocket that hang over a neerbay chair.
Swallowing the bite of egg in his mouth, he walked over and put the device to his ear, not bothering to check the caller. ‘Good morning Chuuya, I hope you don't mind me calling you on your day off.’ His boss's voice came through the phone.
‘Not at all, boss. Is there something you need my assistance with?’
‘As a matter of fact, there is. Would you be so kind as to tell me where Dazai is right now? It seems he had a little fun with the security system last night. Wouldn't want him to get into any trouble now, would we?’ Last night? Last night, Dazai had been with him, taking a bath together after a long, gruesome mission. And after that, straight to bed.
Chuuya could feel his cheeks warm up at the thought; he tried to keep it out of his voice as he spoke. ‘I do not know about his current whereabouts, boss…’ He couldn't say Dazai was with him all night, it would sound suspicious as hell and he ain't telling his boss they had a bath together, no, why in hell.
‘That seems most unfortunate, it seems we will have to put him as a traitor.’ Traitor? Chuuya could feel his heartbeat start to rise. Traitor? Wat? How? Why?
‘If I may with all due respect, boss, how is not knowing his location mark him as a traitor?’ Chuuya's mind started to race with a million possible outcomes of this conversation, none of them were good, the next worse than the last.
‘All Dazais' information has been erased from the Mafia's system. No one has heard from him, and no one has seen him. I think that speaks for itself. Wouldn't you agree? Or do you perhaps know something? Otherwise, this is the only explanation. ’ Chuuyas' breath quickens. Did Dazai leave? ‘From your silence, I presume you don't know either?’... I assumed you two were close, seems like I thought wrong.’ I thought so too, Chuuya mustered under his breath, he could only hope his boss couldn't pick up on his panic. He felt a cold liquid drip down his face, bringing his hand up to his cheek, it felt wet. Where was that coming from? ‘I will give him 3 days to make up his mind, but more I can not do. I hope you have a good morning, Chuuya.’ The line went death.
The phone fell the the ground, chips of the screen flying off. Bits of the metal covering were crumbling as if touched with acid. Chuuya could feel the tips of his fingers burn hot. The same heat that bothered him last night, but more concentrated. Strange sounds started escaping his throat, he couldn't stop it no mather how much he tried.
He raised his hand to wipe the water off his cheek, but instead of soft skin touching skin, he felt something hot collide with his delicate cheek. He hisses as he pulls his hand away. It felt as if he burned himself. Looking down at his hand, it looked totally normal. He only felt a pressing head underneath his fingertips that fought to escape. To touch and burn something.
Graping his gloves off the nightstand, he puts them on. They didn't do much against the burning feeling, but he needed his gloves right now. His hands trembled, he needed something to hold, something cool, something… Dazai. A loud sound escaped his throat as he slowly slid to his knees next to the bed, thick droplets of water falling off his face into the soft carpet below. He needed him, he needed his partner, he needed Dazai.