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A crying child. That's all Tsuji was known for by his father. “Stop your crying, do you want everyone to think you're a woman?” His father would say after hitting him to the ground. “I'm sorry” he would always respond. Until he stopped responding all together one day, his father hits him and not a noise comes from the small boy. “What, don't want to cry?” He hits him again. Nothing. Tsuji just stares at the ground, his expression tired and nothing else. His father scoffs, “crying like a bitch and then not making a noise hm?” The boy remains quiet. “You're a disgrace to our name, boy.”
“.....Mr Dazai? Mr Dazai!” Osamu snaps back and he sees a concerned atsushi trying to shake him gently. “Oh atsushi! It's so nice of the resident cat to wake me up!” He says in his usual overly and sometimes unsettling cheerful tone, though it sounded ever so slightly different. “Yeah I was worried- I'm not a cat I'm a tiger!” Bingo, the topic change, exactly what osamu needs. “Yappa atsushi! Tigers are cats and besides you lack the roar of a tiger!” The former executive states with a smile. Osamu stands up from his desk and begins to leave before the weretiger stops him. “Dazai..are you alright?” Osamu’s expression falters for a second. “Why wouldn't I be? I have an amazing date with the river this afternoon!” Atsushi looks even more concerned with this comment. “Please don't do anything Dazai, you don't need to keep acting like that” this time Osamu's smile falls. “I won't.” With that statement he leaves the building, not letting Atsushi reply.
Once the brunette got back to his apartment he sighs and walks to the kitchen. He opens the freezer and pulls out the bottle of whiskey he had bought last week. He then grabs a bottle of pills off the counter, drugs he got from a surgery he had a month ago. About 15 minutes later Osamu was sitting on the couch. He had taken 6 of the pills and drank about one third of the whiskey. He groaned, his head hurt a lot and he felt floaty in a frightening way. The suicide enthusiast stumbles into his room, bringing the pills and alcohol with him. He sits down on his bed, laying the two bottles beside him and then trying to his side table. Grabbing a blade out of the drawer he takes off his bandages.
When osamu wakes up his head is throbbing and he hears banging on his door. Not wanting to even try to act sober he just sighs and closes eyes again, hoping the mysterious disturbance will go away. Next thing he knows a loud crash echoes through the apartment and an angry ginger storms into his room. “Dazai why the fuck didn't you-” the mafia executive cuts himself off once he sees his partner laying in his bed. His dazai looks up and gives a lazy and drunk smile. “Oh…hey chibi what brings you here?” His question seems to only anger the ginger further. “I was coming here because you invited me to what you called “a night of fun” though I debated whether I really should” he takes time to look over his idiotic partner. He was clearly very drunk and chuuya spots an opened bottle of pills he didn't even want to think about what he did to his arms, they looked mauled. “Mnn yeah.. I wanted to have me and chibi do a movie night then we'd cuddle to sleep." Chuuya sighs, then he moves over to the bed and sits down next to dazai who closed his eyes again due to his headache.
Nakahara pushes the wet hair away from the brunette’s face. Dazai opens one of his eyes and smiles again. “I love you slug” chuuya says nothing and instead pulls him up. Dazai groans, very upset that he's not still laying down. “No stop…I take it back, I don't love the slug.” he complains as Chuuya pulls him up and begins checking his arms despite the protest from his unwilling patient. “Osamu..why did you do it this time?” Dazai stops struggling and stares at Chuuya with those eyes, the empty ones, the ones that tell a million stories and nothing at the same time. “You know why….” This made the ginger angry. “No I don't, Osamu. That’s why I asked.” dazai moves back some, taking his arm back and almost curling in on himself. “I deserve it and it keeps me from crying.” Chuuya decides he doesn’t want to hear any more and just disappears in dazai’s bathroom and comes back with a wet wash cloth and bandages. “Alright, give me your arm” Chuuya cleans and bandages his partner (with a lot of trouble).
Afterwards, the two were sitting in the bed, sitting in silence. “You know im sorry…right? I don’t really want you to have to take care of me.” dazai says, guilt laced in his voice. “Shut up, I know, I'm not here because I think I have to be.” the brunette avoids chuuya’s gaze. Chuuya sighs and pulls dazai down to lay with him. “What-” dazai starts “shut up and