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The crumbling of rock was the first thing that Dazai heard after roughly 3700 years, that is if he had kept track of time correctly. The first thing he saw his partner, his first love, his husband, Chuuya Nakahara. At the time of the Petrification Chuuya and Dazai were on a date for a late lunch, holding hands as the the green light engulfed them, turning them both into stone statues, much to Dazai’s shock as it turned out this was no ability but actually the work of scientific intervention.
“Chuu-uya!” Dazai squealed in only half forced excitement as he realised his audience and threw his arms around said man. A young woman, about an entire foot shorter than himself, somehow succeeding in being chibi-er than Chibi himself. A man dressed in yellow with white hair, and if the way he covered his ears at Dazai voice was a clue, he had extremely sensitive ears which made Dazai keep his heart rate in check. A man and a boy of similar heights (a few inches taller than himself), one seemed cruel and another exceedingly kind and finally a man who Dazai decided was probably around the same age as Atsushi despite his absurd height and stong physique.
‘Definately the leader of this group’ Dazai thought to himself.
“GET OFF ME YOU WASTE OF BANDAGES!!” His dog yelled at him making Dazai pout and look towards the tall man, who looked intrigued at their interaction. ‘Good, he doesn’t know our relationship and Chuuya has seemed to keep his yelling to a minimum around them until now’.
“So Mister Leader, what’s the situation? I’ve already deduced that roughly 3700 years have passed and society as we know it has collapsed.” He spoke with a cocky smirk. He could see out the corner of his eye as the young lady eyes went wide and she turned to the kind looking young man, like they were having a silent conversation. ‘Those two are up to something’ he thought to himself as he focused on the man infront of him.
“You are correct…” He said, trailing off, silently asking for his name.
“Dazai’s my name.”
“Dazai, my name is Tsukasa and you would be in my empire.” He stated, smiling charasmatically whilst looking directly into his eyes attempting to gouge his reaction. ‘An empire, so he either has a lot of man-power or is intending to get more and expand which would make sense if he has a way of bringing people back after all this time but by the state of clothes and the location he was brought back to, he most only have a few dozen men, a hundred at most.’
A few taps discreetly on Dazai’s lower back tells him about 70, Chuuya can always tell what he is thinking.
Whatever Tsukasa may have been looking for he seems to find it, Dazai has always been a master of masks after all. “Tsukasa.” Dazais says, voice losing the high-pitchedness and playfulness as he begins to ask the questions he needs to know. “What are your goals here? By the looks of your companions it is clear that you are purposefully bringing back the stong and skilled. I can say with full confidence that you only brought me back to get Chuuya’s co-operation.”
“You would be correct again of course, your friend is clearly incredibly strong, I might even say stronger than myself but in our empire, we look after each other and if Chuuya wanted his companion back, I am more than happy to comply.” Dazai immiately clocked the change in the long haired man’s speech. ‘He switch from ‘my empire’ to ‘our empire’, he is attempting to manipulate me into thinking that we already share the same ideals. Smarts as-well as brawn. Just not smart enough’. Tsukasa was also painting himself as Noble but Dazai could still see the tyrant underneath.
Dazai nodded along but stayed quiet, forcing Tsukasa to finally answer his question. “The intention is for a world without corruption, to only bring back the young and pure with no adults to ruin it, to accuse a little boy of stealing sea shells from a beach. A society without the violence of modern inventions like the guns and bombs and capitalism.” The detective could feel the mafioso go rigid when Tsukasa said ‘no adults’, that could include Ane-san and would include Hirostu. The story of the sea-shells was also clearly personal, the ex-mafioso might be able to use that against him later on.
Dazai adjusted his stance in a way that would appear normal to anyone else except from Chuuya, informing him that he didn’t agree with the man at all but that Chuuya should follow his lead. He also noticed the sour looks on the younger two from earlier and an uncomfortable look on the man with the sensitive ears.
A plan came to mind.
“Ahhh, I see you. I think I may agree.” Dazai smiled and stuck out his hand for the man to shake. “I am happy to help your cause and Chuuya will too.” The ginger nodded from beside him, keeping a straight face as that’s all he could do to keep from killing this man, Soukoku didn’t know how to revive people after all.
Tsukasa grasped Dazai’s hand with a kind smile on his face. “Welcome Dazai and Chuuya, to The Kingdom of Might.”
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~1 week earlier~
The cracks of rock filled Chuuya’s ears as he came to consciousness, the last thing he could remember was terror filling him as Dazai and he turned to stone, an ability working on the ex-mafioso was unheard of. Their hands entertwined as fate had finally caught up to them, killing them together as it always should.
Chuuya opened his eyes only to screw them closed again when faced with the bright sun, no hat to fight off the light.
“Hello, my name is Tsukasa and I would like to invite you into The Kingdom of Might.” A man stood in front of him, he looked to be close to Akutagawa’s age. Confused and with only one thought on his mind, Chuuya jumped forward, kicking the man down and pinning him with a foot to his throat.
“What is this and where is the man I was with?!” The furious Mafioso demanded, snarling at the man he took down easily despite him being over a foot taller than himself. ‘He said his name was Shukada? Shukasa? Tsukasa!’
“I depetrified you, it has been 3700 years, society has collapsed. I want you, someone youthful and strong, to aid my empire and rebuild a civilasation we can be proud of.” Tsukasa tried to stay calm, he wasn’t expecting someone so small to overpower him, he had just found someone truly powerful and it would be an honour to have them on his side.
“Demanding things of me when I’ve got you pinned like this, how brave?” Chuuya glared at him but instantly jumped back, sensing an attack, when he was at a safe distance he saw a kudayari held be a tall man with white hair and black face mask. He was defending his leader, who stood back up now there was no chibi-sized threat. ‘They are both skilled in combat’ Chuuya thought to himself ‘This could be fun.’
“How about this?” Tsukasa started speaking, making Chuuya re-focus on the man. “You mentioned a man you were with, if you agree to join this empire, I’ll bring him back as-well despite him not possessing the strength we are looking for.”
“Fine, do it.” Chuuya demanded.
“It will take about a week for our next supply of revival fluid but in the meantime can I direct you to Yuzuriha” The man spoke, turning slightly to reveal a girl behind him “She can make you some clothes, maybe some for your companion too.” Yuzuriha smiled and waved him other as Tsukasa fully turned to her so he could speak directly to her. “His friends statue is over there, so you can get his measurements.”
Chuuya and the young brown-haired girl went and collected Dazai’s statue which Chuuya easily carried back to a hut that appeared to be Yuzuriha’s place of work. Smiling sincerly the girl asked him what clothes he wants.
“Can you make hats?” Chuuya asked, already missing the hat he got from Randou.
“I should be able to.” She spoke softly and kindly, the ginger looked at her with relief and told her what he liked to wear which was basically his work outfit from the port mafia. It wouldn’t be of as high a quality as it had been back then when Chuuya was filthy rich but he would feel weird wearing anything else.
After a day, Chuuya went back to the hut after meeting some more people and helping cook food for dinner and breakfast over a fire in the middle of this little housing area.
“We dont have a lot of resources at the moment but the hunting and scavenging groups are always coming back with more stuff for me to make clothes and such with.” Yuzuriha explained. “But I managed to make you 3 pairs of underwear and socks, two shirts and trousers, a vest, a coat, a pair of shoes, your hat, gloves and chocker. If anything gets damages just ask and I’ll repair it.”
“You did all this in a day by yourself?” Chuuya asked in shock.
“Yeah” She spoke shyly.
“Thank you, Yuzuriha.” He spoke, offering a kind and grateful smile.
“You’re welcome. Now, what would your friend like to wear?”
“This might sound odd but can you make something like bandages? He tends to have them wrapped all around his body.” He said, cringing slightly, it was quite an odd request.
“I promise I won’t pry but I do know the depetrification process has a slight healing aspect but I can make them anyways.” She offered, both to make them and that information that sounded extremely valuable in how she said it. The mafioso looked down at the back of his hand and it was true, the small scar he had always had was gone. That meant all the scars that littered Dazai’s body may be gone, Chuuya couldn’t help but feel extremely happy if that was the case.
“Please make them anyways, I don’t know how he would react if he woke up without them.” Chuuya requested and then told her what else he would wear. She made him 3 pairs of underwear and socks, two shirts and trousers, a vest, a pair of shoes, a trench coat, a bolo tie that used a blue shell as the pendant and of course his infamous bandages, these to be washed and re-used.
Chuuya dressed Dazai two days later with a sense of satisfaction, he didn’t know what the future would bring them but he will have Dazai and he will do anything to keep Dazai safe and happy, just like he knew Dazai would do the same for him, once he is brought back.
For the next rest of the week Chuuya tried to learn as much as he could about Tsukasa’s Empire, he heard rumors about a miracle cave, some Tv show magician that was supposedly on a mission investigating some Senku guy who was the first to come back who was also a scientist that Tsukasa tried and maybe succeeded in killing, Yuzuriha and her friend Taiju were friends with this Senku, Ukyo used to work with Sonar and Hyoga was a sadistic fuck, along with his lacky, Homura.
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~Present~
“You did well Chuuya.” Dazai spoke softly, smiling at his partner as he finished his story. The had snuck off into the woods to get some privacy and discuss a game plan.
The finally got a chance to just look at each other and take everything in. Just like everyone else, Dazai and Chuuya had de-petrification marks. Dazai had a line that went straight down his face over his right eye, which made Chuuya feel slightly nostalgic of their teenage years when Dazai always kept his right eye covered except in the privacy of their own home. Chuuya’s mark was the mirror image of Dazai’s, going over his left eyes like fate was once again declaring them soulmates.
“I missed you ‘Samu.” The ginger looked up at his husband, greatful to have him back after a long week, plus 3700 years.
Dazai held his hands and looked into his mesmerizing blue eyes “I’m here now Chuu and I have no intentions of ever leaving you again.”
“I know.” Chuuya said, rolling his eyes fondly. “What will we do?”
“Well, I may be smart but I am no scientist, so I don’t have a clue how this revival fluid is made so we can’t just run away or kill all of them if we want to bring our friends and colleagues back. But Tsukasa might not bring a lot of them back, he may even destroy their statues.”
“We’ll have to find them and keep them safe then.” Chuuya spoke determindly.
“Yes, but I say we ally ourselves with Tsukasa’s enemy, Senku.” The detective suggested.
“That is if he is alive.”
“He is.” Dazai could tell from Tsukasa’s lack of surety and Yuzuriha’s and Taijus mannerisms that this man is still alive. But he could understand Chuuya’s doubtful look.
“How will we do that?
“Let me figure that out. You throw yourself into the empire, don’t let your loyalty be questioned, make yourself useful and known by all. Okay?”
“Like help hunt, maybe train those less skilled in combat, help out with manual labour?” Chuuya asked his husband, knowing if Dazai suggested this he already has some sort of plan and it is better to just follow it.
“Exactly that, I’ll do something similar, maybe help Yuzuriha and offer up my small amount of medical skills.” Dazai winked, he actual was quite skilled as he could read people’s body language and determine what was wrong with them and he is very skilled at stitching, having had a lot of practise on himself from his many injuries, he was also getting quite good at resetting bones, broken or dislocated.
“Sure Mackeral.” Chuuya nudged him and started walking back to the camp in Tsukasa’s empire.
“What?! Not even a kiss before we return? How cruel Chibi!” Dazai cried before dodging a kick then getting a small chaste kiss that brought a bright smile to his face and the colour red to Chuuya’s.