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“Fucking wanker”
Chūya spat stumbling into his apartment, gripping his aching head with a gloved hand.
“Never had this much trouble in the sheep”
He groaned, pulling his blazer off and dumping it on the floor, life was proving to be incredibly difficult in the Port Mafia.
He felt like he had to sign a stack of paper work to even breathe in front of an enemy of the Port Mafia. Chūya just wanted to be free to do what he wanted, beat the shit out of them, have a laugh with his friends and go home a job well done but he couldn’t recall the last time he got to roundhouse kick someone.
Come to think of it the last battle of any significance was when he joined and that was against Rimbaud with Da-
“UGHHGH EVIL LITTLE SHIT”
He kicked his legs up in the air as he lay on his bed.
“Bet this was his fault”
He mumbled rolling onto his stomach, picking at the tassel on one of the pillows.
He had spent all day running after Elise on Mori's orders because, quote.
“She gets bored sometimes, I usually leave her with Dazai but someone recommended you, they said you’d be perfect for the job”
Chūya bet everything he owned that it was Dazai who “recommended” him.
His ability to weasel out of every damn job and somehow pass it on to Chūya was almost as remarkable as it was annoying.
“Three months in and I’m already sick of this shit”
He huffed curling his overgrown ginger hair around his finger, he should really get it cut.
Yuan was the one who would cut his hair, Shirase's too. She always had a passion for things like that, she liked to dye her hair a lot though pink was her default go to cause her natural hair was,
“Too boring”
She offered to dye his own hair a few time even pleaded, she insisted Chūya would suit a raven blue yet he always refused.
He pressed his face deeper into the pillow, he wondered why he refused, maybe she was right that he could have suited it, it’s not like he cared how he looked anyway.
Chūya couldn’t help but miss the sheep, his mind constantly wandering back to what they’d be doing right now, probably not a lot without him.
Dazai had seen to the sheep join up with the GSS a little too quickly, stupid bastard saw it coming from the start and just let it happen.
No.
He made it happen.
Evil little twat.
They probably hated him, he couldn’t quite place why that made him so sad.
Shirase literally stabbed him after all.
It wasn’t all sad, they had good times it was like one big sleepover until the end of time. Well at least that’s what he thought it was gonna be, Chūya just figured he’d do that for the rest of his life he’d never stop to think about his future, all the things he wanted to try.
Humanity was weird.
He’d never taken money into account before, the sheep had the closest to nothing you could get yet they still got by, it was a good day when they all got to eat together.
Yet after three months Chūya had already racked up more money then he could have even fathomed back then.
He could also wear new clothes, like fresh.
From a TAILOR.
It was all incredibly exciting, all his clothes were handmedowns or “recycled” (in other words found in dumpsters and fixed up)
Back then Chūya was never the type to strike anyone as the dressy type but he actually enjoyed all the suits and ties. It made him feel like an esteemed gentleman, though he’d never admit that aloud of course. He didn’t miss dressing like “a tramp” as Kōyō described it, though Dazai insisted the punk getup matched Chūya's shitty atitude better, Chūya then tried to explain that Punk Fashion was a different thing all together but Dazai simply rolled his eyes and called him a fashion fag.
It didn’t matter what Chūya did, Dazai would always have some comment to make.
He really hated that.
He lifted his arm up above him, observing every freckle.
A long scratch stemmed from his wrist up to his forearm, he had accidentally caught it on one of the Velcro seams on one of Elise's Barbie dresses. How he managed that he wasn’t quite sure yet he did know it stung like hell.
He ran his fingertip lightly over the scratch, the skin was slightly raised and he could see where the skin had broken, he didn’t like how some of the skin hadn’t broken and was just looped over the pink line.
He reached in his drawer pulling out a paper clip, it was sore but he felt a certain level of control as he hooked it under the loops and pulled it up watching as the skin ripped.
“Ugh now I’m like that suicidal twat”
He groaned, instantly regretting his action.
Though he didn’t hate the sensation, plenty of the sheep played fruit ninja on themselves, that’s probably why he was so desensitised to Dazais habit.
Nobody ever really saw it as a big deal, most of the Sheep had at least one attempt under their belt, what was to be expected from a group of outcasts.
Some would even brag about it, it was only when Chūya left that he realised how horrendous a thing that truly was.
Don’t knock it till ya try it
That was one of the sheep’s common phrases, things like that led Chūya to try many things he wasn’t particularly open to at first.
He must have been as young as ten when he had his first cigarette, he was even younger when he started drinking.
Not on like an alcoholic level of course the sheep could rarely afford things like that yet circumstances taken into account it’s not particularly difficult to get your hands on so they had it at every celebration.
With that thought he pulled the clip across his arm, it stung like hell but it didn’t bother him all that much.
To be honest he didn’t know why he did that, just felt like trying it out.
He decided it wasn’t really his thing before staring blankly at his arm.
What was he supposed to do now ?
“TIS I”
Dazai burst in through the door, one hand on his chest and the other extended theatrically.
Chūya's eyes widened in horror as Dazai's face dropped, his deep brown eye staring at the paper clip in Chūya's hand that was hovering over his grazed arm.
“That’s kinda my thing …”
He finally spoke after an uncomfortable silence, Chūya simply scowled as he tossed the clip across the room.
“WHAT THE HELL ARE YA DOIN HERE”
He yelled, Dazai had a knack for breaking in at the worst times.
“Well … what are you doing in here”
His voice seemed slightly condescending and his face was wrinkled in a mild disgust.
What the hell was that face for ?!
“None of your business mackerel”
He spat as he pulled his sleeve down, before standing up that uncomfortable silence getting even louder.
“Jesus Slug, you really are pathetic”
Woah gee thanks, how supportive, always good company you cheeky scaliwag.
Chūya thought sarcastically as he rolled his eyes.
“Cmon then”
Dazai grabbed Chūya by the sleeve dragging him into the kitchen and pushing him onto a chair at the table before going over to the sink.
“Wich cubhoard was it ?”
He mumbled to himself as Chūya raised an eyebrow at him, Dazai was certainly a curious creature.
“AH HAH”
He declared excitedly as he pulled out a first aid kit that even Chūya didn’t know was there.
“What are ya doin Mackerel”
Dazai placed the case onto the table unlatching it with a loud clack sound.
“To think you’d stoop to my level honestly it’s embarrassing”
He grumbled, grabbing Chūya's arm and bringing it towards himself, giving the other boy no say in the matter.
“You’re taking it out of context”
Chūya protested awkwardly but it was clear Dazai wasn’t having any of it.
Chūya looked down, a flush on his face as he felt a mixture of shame and embarrassment pool in his stomach.
His eyes flickered to the scratch, he must have drawn blood accidentally cause there was that sort of smear of light reddish brown around it.
Dazai was wiping it with some antibac he found in the case, not saying a word, his grip remaining tight. Chuya attempted to say something, anything but the words caught on the air in his throat, keeping him silent.
He wasn’t a baby he didn’t need to be nursed, especially not for some tiny scratch.
“Dazai-“
He started, putting on an agitated voice,
“No”
Dazai interrupted, finishing with one last smooth stroke across his arm.
What did he mean, No ?!
He was so rude sometimes (all the time)
“It’s just a scratch it doesn’t nee-“
Chūya tried to protest before Dazais grip got painfully tighter, tighter to the point his jagged broken fingernails were digging into his flesh.
“You’re genuinely retarded Chūya”
Chūya's face wrinkled in rage.
“DONT CALL ME THAT YOU EVIL SADISTIC CUNT”
Chūya tried to break away but Dazai refused to release his grip.
“Just give it a rest”
Dazai sighed and shrugged as he wrapped Chūya's arm with a bandage, the way he did it was so rehearsed, so practiced and perfect it was almost mesmerising to watch.
“There that wasn’t so bad was it”
He snapped the kit closed, putting it back under the sink.
“Thanks Osamu”
Chūya finally half mumbled out.
Dazai had wrapped him up almost identically to how he did own bandages.
Usually the idea of twinning with Dazai would make him gag but he felt sort of weird about the whole thing.
“Don’t be an idiot Chūya”
Dazai's face was serious and Chūya couldn’t tell what it made him feel, he felt sick or something sick adjacent, whatever it was it felt like his stomach was tying in knots.
“What like you”
Chūya spoke without thinking and flinched upon what that implied, he gripped the chair as he stepped back slightly.
“Ugh you’re a dipshit ya know that”
Dazai groaned before laughing, patting Chūyas back lightly as he turned to leave.
“Hey wait”
Chūya reached out to grab his arm but he was just out of reach.
“Watch the arms kay”
Dazai didn’t turn around.
“God it’s so stupid”
His fists were clenched, was he angry ?
That’s dumb.
No, not dumb just unusual.
“Listen Osa, if ya wanna talk about -“
Chūya stammered, Dazai swatted Chūya's hand as he turned around the wide twisted grin on his face.
“Have you ever played scrabble Chūya”
He asked, reaching around in his bag, the other boy hadn’t even noticed the bag up until now.
“Play scrabble with me”
He smiled holding up a box, Chūya could hear the pieces clacking around as he pushed the cardboard into Chūya's face.
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“THATS NOT A WORD”
Chūya seethed standing up as he slammed his hands on the table.
“Oxyphenbutazone is a word look it up”
Dazai sighed, counting up his score and writing it down on the notebook.
“FINE I WILL”
Chūya snapped open the dictionary flicking through it furiously.
“Well”
Dazai grinned as Chūya scowled.
“That’s 1,778 points for me adding onto my other 426 points totalling me at 2,204 and you at 78”
With that Chūya flipped the table as tiles flew everywhere.
“THATS BULLSHIT”
With that Dazai let out a loud laugh rolling on his back as Chūya stopped his own furious yelling to laugh along with him.
“No one's ever been stupid enough to agree to a game with me this was spectacular Chūya truly I mean it”
He sat up crossing his legs as Chūya leant up against the wall.
“You’re an asshole Osa”
Chūya laughed, pushing his ginger hair back with his hand, his mismatched eyes glinting in the ceiling light.
“And you’re an idiot Chū ”