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Dazai had insisted on leaving alone, but something in his eyes made Chuuya persistently follow.
"Chuuya I know you're my dog, but this is too much loyalty, even for me", Dazai said in a vain attempt to discourage Chuuya.
There was a pause before the other answered, which was odd. Chuuya took this time to gaze into Dazai's eyes looking for the purpose of this little adventure, "I can't let you go alone."
Another heavy silence followed but Dazai didn't push, he seemed to have accepted Chuuya's answer.
Dazai kept his head down, moving like he was on autopilot. He'd been like this the whole day, something fishy was cooking, a little too fishy even for the mackerel. Even if Chuuya wouldn't admit it, he'd grown to care for Dazai, and he'd been feeling uneasy today. If there's one thing he'd learnt over the years: it was to always trust his gut. Dazai called it impulsive but he thought it was intuitive. Plus Dazai was there to deal with it if he jumped into things too quickly, he'd always be there.
They turned into a shady corner, and Dazai rhythmically knocked on the door, and a shabby looking man let them in. He was of large stature with buzzed hair, he definitely eyed them down, but didn't say anything.
It was a rundown club, for a minute Chuuya thought he'd interrupted Dazai's down time, but this club wasn't really Dazai's vibe. He turned around to ask Dazai what the hell they were doing here,until he saw Dazai wasn't here to have fun- he was scanning the room, looking for somebody.
His eyes landed on a man at the other end of the club, and Chuuya's face twisted in disgust just by his sight. He was quite ugly, and looked like a pervert just by appearance. Chuuya shook his head, trying to shake off his prejudice, he didn't know the other man well enough to be making twisted assumptions.
Dazai swiftly moved ahead, making his way through the crowd, and he paused just a couple feet before the man who was blissfully unaware that somebody had their sight set on him. Chuuya got a bad feeling from the man. He wanted to warn Dazai, but then he saw Dazai standing with his eyes close, controlling his breathing apparently. He'd seen that look before - Dazai did this just before adopting a persona. Just what what was he planning?
When Dazai opened his eyes, he had a flirty gaze (how the hell does somebody make their eyes look flirty?) and he wore a cheshire cat smile. He moved forward with practised grace, cueing Chuuya to follow him, and took a seat beside the ugly man.
The man immediately looked Dazai up and down, just the look was enough to send shivers down Chuuyas spine, he looked at Dazai like he was a piece of meat rather than a person, moreover this dude was probably pushing 40, Dazai was 16 years old and despite what people said, Dazai looked his age.
Dazai and the man kept talking about god knows what, and Chuuya tried his best to fade into the background while still keeping an eye on Dazai. Then, he noticed the man was getting bolder: he'd put his hand on Dazai's thigh and was now drawing circles on it with his thumb, slowly making his way upwards.
Chuuya felt sick to his stomach, he wanted to break the man's teeth and beat the living crap out of him and as if Dazai read his mind, he shot Chuuya a quick glance while the man othered him another drink, the look meant one thing - 'stay put'.
Was the man trying to get Dazai drunk?
Chuuya knew his gut was right. It was right about Dazai being upto no good, and also about this man being a disgusting pervert. Amidst all the thoughts running through his head, he couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. He'd never admit it, but Dazai was very, very attractive. His face was decorated by perfect curls, and his stupid light brown eyes that dripped like honey under the sun. In his deepest fantasies, he'd imagine him and Dazai together. But, he would never admit it. Not because Dazai was a boy, but because Dazai was..well, Dazai. His issue wasn't being attracted to boys, it was being attracted to sick-fuck Dazai.
His trail of thought was interrupted by a full bladder. He didn't want to leave Dazai alone, but he couldn't possibly keep an eye on him while distracted. He shot Dazai a worried look and got up to use the bathroom, he couldn't stop thinking about him and the other man.
Dazai had been sitting with his entire body facing the other man, making no attempt to get his hand off his thigh, he'd kept a flirty smile on, not averting his gaze from the other man. And that other guy was eating up Dazai's attempts at seduction. When Chuuya left, that man was practically foaming at the mouth, looking at Dazai like a starved dog seeing meat for the first time in months.
Chuuya finished his business as fast as possible and came out, he saw the man leading Dazai up the clubs staircase, tightly holding Dazai's hand. Chuuya froze, his entire body went stiff with fear. Was Dazai going to let this guy have his way with him? That shady rat?
Chuuya tried to follow, he wanted to knock some sense into Dazai, maybe punch him in the face and then break the other guys ribs one by one. His pursuit was rudely interrupted by a group of drunk girls, giggling in front of him, making their way to the bathroom, stumbling over each other and being a goddamn roadblock at the worst time.
Chuuya tried to push past them, "just fucking move" they definitely shot him looks but he couldn't care less. He practically sprinted to the stairs but by the time he reached, there was no sign of Dazai. He went up the stairs, his breath was ragged and he was preparing himself for the worst, there were multiple rooms on the second floor, all with their doors locked.
He methodically went through them, using his brute force to knock down the doors, all he encountered were drunk couples in the process of shabby love making, if you can even call it that. The last room was left. Chuuya had to calm himself before he reluctantly kicked down that door as well. He mentally prepared himself for the worst. He imagined Dazai pressed into the dirty white sheets, hair messily thrown everywhere while he breathed heavily, with the stupid man on top of him, probably sweating heavy and trying to force himself into Dazai. Thinking back to it, Dazai did seem a little out of it when Chuuya saw him following the other man.
When the door finally flew open, the sight he saw was definitely not the one he'd been preparing himself for.
Dazai was standing over the man who was now a pathetic mess, both of their clothes were fully on, although the mans belt were unbuckled. Chuuya moved a little closer and saw Dazai pressing a gun into the mans forehead. The persona had been dropped, the cheshire smile was replaced by a look of pure blood lust. Probably not the kind of lust the other man was looking for.
Dazai looked back and met Chuuya's eyes. His eyes were that of a crazed clown, no other way to describe it. Chuuya couldn't even tell if Dazai had recognized him. He approached Dazai with caution. It's not the first time he'd seen Dazai threatening somebody, he was a port mafia executive after all. However, this would be the first time he'd seen Dazai looking like a rabid animal. All the whispers about the demon prodigy suddenly made sense.
Dazai crouched down, meeting the other man at eye level. He tilted his head slightly, in pure mockery. Slowly sliding his gun from his temple. Now the tip was just a couple inches from the others mouth, and Dazai held it there, hands perfectly steady.
"Open your mouth sweetheart", he said with a sickeningly sweet tone.
The man continued to tremble under Dazai, he was fully sobbing, sputtering apologies. His back was so pressed up against the wall like he was hoping the bricks would slide open and let him in.
"I said open", Dazai repeated himself having completely dropped the faux sweetness.
His lips split open, with evident reluctance and Dazai pressed the muzzle inside, only to be blocked by the teeth.
"If you let your teeth get in the way I will pull them out one by one and stick rusted nails in their place."
"Please I'm sorry, plea-"
Dazai took this opportunity to shove the gun deeper down his throat, he kept pushing till he triggered the man's gag reflex and then watched him choke on the metal for a little bit before resuming his faux sweetness.
"You look so pretty like this"
He left the gun in the man's mouth, "Don't move." then pulled out a camera from his pocket and photographed him in that position.
Chuuya was horrified. There was a glint of insanity in Dazai's eyes, in fact if they'd locked eyes at this moment he'd be afraid for his life.
The camera shutter clicked.
Dazai went back to crouching and then smiled sweetly at the man, reaching out a hand to squeeze the others shoulder. The other man's eyes were so full of fear, Chuuya was surprised he hadn't pissed himself by now. He tracked Dazai's arm like it was knife he was pressing into his shoulder.
He had hope in eyes, even Chuuya thought Dazai would let him go after this humiliation ritual.
Instead, Dazai leaned into the mans face, and in a hushed whisper said, "I know what you are. I know what you've done."
The man's eyes shot up wide, if he looked panicked before this was like he unlocked a new level, he tried to say something but his babbles were unintelligible thanks to the gun down his throat; he gagged again.
Dazai looked at him for a while with pure apathy, then he pulled the trigger.
He'd blown the others brains out.
The wall was covered in blood, and his body fell limp. His eyes lay open, looking hollow, his face continued to drain of colour as the blood gushed out.
Chuuya wasn't a saint, he'd committed his fair share of homicide, but this was brutal. This was personal. Dazai had gone above and beyond to make sure the other suffered as much as possible.
Dazai got up and schooled his expression. His frenzy had passed, he looked at Chuuya without any trace of emotion, "He was a child rapist."
Chuuya's heart fell. Had Dazai been-? Was this his revenge?
"Did he-"
"No." Dazai cut him off abruptly, "He never touched me. I came across the photographs and tapes he made while working a mission."
This really took Chuuya by surprise, he'd never taken Dazai as somebody who had a set of principles, or any personal sense of justice.
"That's why you took the photo..", Chuuya thought out loud.
"Yes Chuuya, that's why I took the photo", Dazai's tone was so light it almost made Chuuya forget he was standing over somebody's body.
"We have to leave." Dazai stepped over the body and cued Chuuya to follow him, they made their way down through a window.
They walked in silence for a bit after that, still letting the events of the night settle.
Dazai broke the silence, "Were you jealous when he was flirting with me?"
Chuuya blushed, silently hoping the dark would conceal it, "Like hell I would be. I was concerned that you were trying to get with a 40 year old creep."
Dazai laughed at this, "Aww Chuuya-kun cares about me"
"Shut the fuck up. I wouldn't give two fucks if you died in a ditch."
Dazai stopped, and turned to face Chuuya, he tilted his head, very closely resembling a cat, "Then why did Chuuya insist on tagging along?"
Chuuya sighed, and with a quite intimacy he admitted, "I was worried."