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“Hey mackerel where’d ya keep your fags”
Chūya was rifling through Dazai's drawers in his office, Dazai was laying on his stomach across one of the tables playing on his console.
“I’m not sharing”
Dazai replied, rolling over onto his back lifting his arms up to the ceiling, Chūya scowled in response.
Dazai's office was large, with bookcases reaching from the patterned carpet to the ceiling. The pair spent minimal time in here, Chūya’s office was usually their regular spot. But currently it was under repair after Dazai thought it would be funny to throw a grenade at the other.
“Ughggghgghh why’d ya always gotta be such a dickhead”
Chūya continued his search, pulling open another drawer.
“I was under the impression you were trying to quit”
Dazai's voice dropped like honey but it was just as condescending and bitter as it always had been.
“I meant chain smokin, I gave that shit up, one can’t hurt NOW WHERE THE HELL ARE THEY ?!”
He ripped a whole drawer out the wall, Chūya knew he kept them in here somewhere, it was always Dazai who offered him a smoke when they went out so they must be around.
“Quit destroying my office slug”
Dazai reached into his coat, pulling out an unopened box and tossing it at Chūya.
“There now the dogs got his fix he can clean up”
He sat up, crossing his legs as Chūya hopped up onto the desk to sit next to him.
“What’s up with you then”
The bandaged boy asked, lighting the others before bringing it to the cigarette in his own mouth.
“I’ve been invited to some damn wedding thing”
Chūya exhaled a large plume of smoke swirling in the air as he pushed his wild hair back with his other hand.
“A wedding ?”
Dazai was unconvinced, he kept various tabs on Chūya and no one he would be acquainted with was would be the type to get married.
“Yeah the boss is sending me to represent, the old fart doesn’t wanna go himself so now I have to”
He inhaled even deeper, Chūya was in a state of immense stress and was really not in the mood for anything.
“Good luck with that”
Dazai laughed, he was currently standing on the desk to reach a higher cupboard, his bandaged arm thumbling inside.
“Honestly not a moment of peace in this place”
He groaned taking the cig out as he layed on his back staring up at Dazai.
“What the hell are ya doing ?”
He asked observing the other who was stood on his tiptoes still trying to find something.
“AH HAH”
He pulled out a small bag, it was filled with what appeared to be just herbs but knowing Dazai it was most likely not “just herbs”
“I was trying to find something stronger but also something a light weight like you could handle”
He began to roll a joint as Chūya’s face reddened a mixture of offense and embarrassment.
“I’ve had weed before you twat and stop calling me a lightweight”
Chūya spat as Dazai continued with his work.
“You are a lightweight Chūya”
Before the boy was able to retaliate Dazai shoved the blunt in his mouth lighting it as he rolled his eyes.
“Now shutup you’re whining is pissing me off”
Chūya had only stopped by for a fag but here he was laying across a table sharing a joint with Dazai.
“I’m hungry”
Chūya finally spoke, groaning as he cracked his back.
“You can raid the bin if you want”
Dazai replied sarcastically also sitting up, Chūya only scowled in response.
“Ya wanna come to the wedding with me tomorrow ?”
Chūya was too blazed to think about the consequences of asking that question as well as the possibility he would agree to it.
“Ew why would I do that, what are you high ?!”
The other boy retaliated, shoving Chūya slightly.
“Maybe but only a little bit”
With that the pair broke out into a fit of giggles only comparable to those of schoolgirls, weed clouding their judgements as they sat in their euphoria.
———————————————
“You want one”
They were sat in the back of a Port Mafia car, Dazai flicked a cigarette up out of the box extending his arm to Chūya.
“Nah I’m trying to quit”
Dazai shrugged, lighting his own.
“Suit yourself”
To be honest soukoku always looked a bit out of place any place they went, after all they were just teenagers.
But here they were dressed up in suits, one bandaged almost completely from head to toe and the other with his mismatched eyes and bright ginger hair tied into a ponytail.
“Who’s even getting married”
Dazai asked, tapping the but on the open window, the ashes scattering in the wind.
“Dunno to be honest I think they’re related to the old boss but I don’t know all that much about em”
Chūya replied casually, he was taking the car ride as an opportunity to go through and delete his old messages so he wasn’t particularly paying attention.
Dazais eye widened as he choked on his smoke, bringing Chūyas attention up from his phone.
“Jesus dude you really need to quit”
Thank God Chūya thought it was because of the fag and not because of the previous statement.
See Dazai was also related to the old bed and was either presumed dead by one half of his family or believed to be in a mental hospital by the other half.
So overall this was not good.
“Do you have the invite”
Chūya handed Dazai the intricately detailed card.
Oh good grief.
Of course.
It had to be his cousin.
Dazai only ever saw her at various family functions and he made a point of not talking to anyone, especially not his bratty cousins.
Truth be told it’s not like they couldn’t know Dazai was actually about but to be honest he preferred his solitude, he could enjoy his new life without being tied to people he couldn’t give less of a fuck about.
The pair slipped in with relatively little attention being brought upon them.
“You’re awfully quiet, not got any snide comments for once”
Chūya pressed, as much as he hated Dazai he did make things interesting with his antics.
Dazai was staring off into space, he had retreated into his head.
Things were a lot more interesting there.
“Hello ? Earth to Osamu”
Chūya waved his hand infront of Dazais face trying to recall his attention.
“Ew, personal space”
Dazai swatted Chūyas hand away, much to the distaste of the other.
“That’s rich coming from you”
He muttered taking an abandoned glass of wine off a table.
“Honestly you’re so damn clingy but then you’ll disappear for weeks it’s annoy-“
With that Dazai grabbed Chūya’s wrist pulling him under the table.
“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FO-“
Dazai clasped his hand over Chūya’s mouth bringing a finger to his own mouth.
“What was that about personal space”
Chūya mumbled pulling Dazai's hand away, readjusting himself into a crouch so I wasn’t sat on the floor.
With that Dazai kicked Chūya over so he fell out from underneath the table cloth directly infront of the bride.
“OH MY GOODNESS”
A woman with thick brunette hair dressed all in white outstretched a gloved hand to help the boy up.
“You must be Chūya Nakahara, yes yes you must be that hair of yours is a dead give away you silly thing”
She laughed, she seemed familiar to him somehow but he couldn’t quite put his finger on why.
“You are just as uncle Mori described you would be”
She declared excitedly she had interlocked arms with Chūya (much to his dismay) and was walking around the garden with him.
“Is that so”
He replied through gritted teeth, God he was going to absolutely beat the living shit out of Dazai when he got back.
“You are just like my cousin he would always hide at things like this”
She seemed to reminisce as she looked up to the sky as her dress trailed across the grass.
“He was such a strange little thing, too smart for his own good, it seemed like he had a crush on death itself, always trying to off himself he’s in a mental hospital now, I doubt they’ll ever let him out”
Chūya stopped his thoughts of escape to look at the bride.
“I know someone like that”
Chūya replied absent mindedly as she looked down at him a kind smile on her face.
“You have my sympathy”
They stopped to sit by a pond, staring out onto the water and swans.
“You know the family thinks he was so suicidal because of what happened to his mother”
Chūya would be a liar to say his interests weren’t peaked by it all.
“What happened to her”
He was completely wrapped up in the conversation, like a girls sleepover after midnight when everyone starts trauma dumping.
“Well”
She leant in whispering though there was no one around anyway.
“He was coming to visit her, you know it was actually Doctor Mori who brought him, well as I was saying, I hear she took one look at him and jumped out the window, poor kid completely broke down”
Chūya gasped, he really had the spirit of a teenage girl.
“No”
“Yes and the plot thickens”
She was a little too excited by this after all it was just gossip to her.
“Oh yeah and you know how I said everyone thinks that’s what messed him up”
She put her hands on both of Chūyas, looking around again to check no one was around.
“Yeah”
Chūya leant in.
“Well the kid was actually always like that, seriously since day one, I remember his fourteenth birthday, we were all singing happy birthday and he just dropped dead, we were lucky Doc was there otherwise he’d be dead for real”
The swans quacked behind them rustling their feathers causing the water to ripple and splash.
“Howd he just drop dead”
Chūya asked, crossing one leg over the other the breeze brushing his hair into his face.
“He poisoned himself, you know you’re never going to believe it but he actually calculated the dosage so that he’d drop when we got to the “happy birthday to Osamu” part”
Chūya’s blood ran cold.
She couldn’t be talking about THE Osamu could she ?!
“How he managed that we’ll never know but good lord that child was always such a freak and that’s in the most affectionate way I can put it belive me”
She laughed, though Chūya wasn’t paying attention anymore.
Osamu was a common name, it could be anyone.
“Though they were direct descendants of grandfather, it didn’t matter what last name they chose, whether it was Grandfathers or Dazai they were fated to have a few screws loose”
She continued to laugh like it was all a big game.
“See my mother was half sisters with his mother, honestly she was always a little off to put it plainly but after she married the son of the Port Mafias head the whole family definitely got a whole lot more interesting”
With that Chūya stood up abruptly, making up some excuse about needing the bathroom and whilst she was disappointed about her new gossip buddy leaving she made no attempt to stop him, instead returning to her bridesmaids.
——————————————
“Dazai God where the hell have you been”
Chūya panted, he had been running around the manor for about half an hour trying to find Dazai and here he was.
Leant over the banister of the balcony in one of the many bedrooms in this place, he was smoking like always the smoke mixing with the dark night sky.
Dazai made no attempt to acknowledge the others entrance staring blankly off into the garden outside. Chūya looked out, Dazai would have most definitely been able to see him and the bride from here.
He looked at Dazai with a slightly pained look and then at the cigarette in the others hand.
“You got anymore of those”
Dazai still didn’t break eye contact with the sky as he handed the box to Chūya.
“So much for trying to quit”
Chūya sighed feeling around in his pockets for his lighter before promptly realising he didn’t bring it - because he was supposed to be quitting- idiot.
“Here”
Dazai finally spoke turning to lean against the banister, shifting his focus to the room inside.
Chūya leant forward both his hands in his pockets the cigarette hanging from his lips as Dazai lit it, the lighter clicking lightly illuminating the two.
“So is that your cousin ?”
Chūya risked the question they were both facing away from eachother.
“Where would you get something like that oh my gosh my secrets whatever shall I do”
He danced out theatrically his tone dripped in sarcasm.
“Osamu be serious did your mam actually ju-“
Chūya started uncomfortably as he wrapped his hair around his finger.
“Yup and don’t look so sad about it Jesus”
Dazai flicked the butt out the window exhaling one last plume before turning to leave.
“You’re so fucking weird dude”