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A dag ago, Dazai tried to kill himself again.
Chuuya, like always, had found him.
He had dragged the mackerel out of his container of a 'home' to his own bare apartment, spend hours nurturing and coaxing the bastard into letting him care of him. And scolded him to for once, talk to him when he felt like that. Just once.
So here was said mackerel, waking up in a soft and warm bed — no silk of course, Chuuya never let him even come close to it after learning why the bastard couldn't stomach touching it. It felt strange. Waking up — without any pain but a dull buzz in his forearms and thighs. No blood or vomit anywhere sticking to his skin, making it feel like his insides were too big for it — no, he was clean, because Chuuya had bathed him.
Dazai stared at the ceiling for a while, swimming in nothingness — nihility.
"Oi, ass hole."
A voice broke the silence, one the brunette could recognize even on the verge of freedom ( death ) — like he did yesterday. It was too quiet for his liking ; his dog wasn't barking for some reason.
"Walking bag of bandages, don't ignore me."
Dazai could feel a headache already coming. He really didn't feel like doing anything ; existing was too exhausting enough. Couldn't the slug see he was busy breathing ? He heard a sigh, and the next second there was a ginger leaning over him, he didn't look pleased, yet not mad either. Dazai couldn't look Chuuya in the eyes like that. He should be mad for inconveniencing him again, he should be mad Dazai didn't even try to talk to him before he spiralled. He should be mad, annoyed, disappointed — heck, even pity — but Chuuya's gaze held none. Dazai couldn't look at that.
Another sigh, "Look at me Dazai." a finger guided Dazai's face back up.
Chuuya looked like an angel.
That was the first thought going through the rag doll's head for some reason. His hair was slightly messy, waving like ink leaking into water, little strokes going against the flow but tying everything together. The ink bled into small birds flying in the sunset golden sky. They flew towards Chuuya's lashes, sitting on them like they were branches sticking out of the cracks in a concrete wall. His grey-blue eyes shining softly in the faint shadow that his hair created as it fell like curtains around his face, framing it to look so. . .tender ? It looks like there was a glimmering gem at the bottom of his eye or rather, the moon sinking into the sea, drowning the world in a gentle shimmer of soft blues and greys. And the detail that painted everything together was light. The room was dimly lit, the curtains hadn't been drawn yet — and behind Chuuya's head was a small light, creating a rim of light at his edges. Making his hair gold with the white rim like a halo and making his eyes shimmer even more.
Chuuya's expression became even more displeased.
"You're staring." The angel stated simply, he was having trouble reading the bandaged boy, it was making him uneasy. Said boy blinked, he had gotten lost in thought.
He simply stared a beat longer, before he slowly lifted his hand up, brushing against the angel's cheek. The halo around him scattering a little onto his hands, like gold being poured over his fingers.
Chuuya looked confused. Dazai's never been this delirious after an attempt.
"Dazai-" The golden boy started but got cut off a breath later. "With what pleasure do I get to be carried to heaven by such an angel like you."
"What." Now Chuuya was completely confused. He didn't like it one bit.
"What's wrong mister Angel ?" The other tilted his head a little to the side, his hair sprawling a little more on the sheets. His thumb ran over a cheek — tender.
Chuuya was so done now, what the hell was going on ?
"Dazai, what are you talking about ? I'm not a damn angel, you womanizer." He bit back, putting his hand on the wrist of the hand cupping his face — pushing it down to lay next to the owners head.
"Are you not an angel ? You look like one, you're soft like one." Dazai started, still staring, his pupils blown hazy. He was still following things on Chuuya's face the boy himself couldn't follow at all. Was the bastard hallucinating ?
"You're delirious." Chuuya stated simply, he shifted to get up again but before he could go far, that hand went back to him again.
Chuuya yelped as he got guided further down with two arms tightly wrapped around his neck. Dragging him down to rest on top of the offender's chest, the offender nuzzling his face into the angel's hair. He smelled like one too — Dazai decided.
"Dazai you bony fuck-" Chuuya tried to fight back, and while he could easily overpower Dazai — he was holding on tightly, Chuuya wavered. A second passed, then another, and another — a sigh went out of the gingers mouth. He let himself lay on top of Dazai but made sure he wasn't hurting him — the bastard was still too damn skinny to his liking. "5 minutes, nothing more got it." He tried to look up but Dazai didn't let him, too busy rubbing his cheek against the other's hair.
"Hmm sure angel." He mumbled back. "I'm not a damn angel ass hole !" The other bit back. "An angel of a human then." The brunette replied, Chuuya wavered again. "I'm not-" He got cut off again. "A human with an angels beauty then." a sigh escaped the smaller's lips. He can't win against this delusional walking waste of bandages. "Whatever. ." He mumbled back annoyed, the bastard seemed pleased with that.
They ended up laying like that for another 3 hours until Chuuya got hungry and Dazai was a little less delirious — to the relieve of Chuuya.