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The night was dark as is the raven feather. Cold wind was tranquily whistling it's melody, that sounded like a familiar old lullaby Chuuya couldn't make himself remember.
He had just done his work - it took exhausting 3 days to finish.
Chuuya lit up a cigarette, slowly taking a drug. He let his lungs fill up with bitter smoke, giving his mind a wave of solace. The ginger dissolved into it entirely, wanting nothing to prevent him from the blissful relief of the long-awaited moment.
Chuuya returned home in fifteen minutes and took a long shower to wash off all the frustrating thoughts of his and to get lost in the undying vapour.
Suddenly, he heard a firm knock on the floor somewhere in the hall. Chuuya let out a shaky breath and turned of the faucet. He immediatly took on a robe and prepared himself to face an enemy. Chuuya was mad as heck - beating shit out of some impudent housebreakers was the least pleasant thing he could wish for tonight.
The ginger slowly looked around his flat - his observant gaze fell on a wet footprint in the middle of the corridor. But it seemed to be quite purposeful - sign of a frank mocking towards him.
Chuuya made a step into the living room and oh.
His gaze fell on his couch. Long elegant limbs hanged from it, gently brushing the floor. The intruder seemed to sleep peacefully. When Chuuya approached him, he recognized faint scent of blood and dust, but waste-of-bandages was most likely alright. The ginger tucked his finger into Dazai's cheek, but his face remained calm without a sign of discomfort. "Lucky bastard" - Chuuya thought sighing.
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Dazai woke up several hours later - his bandages were fresh, and he wore some of Chuuya's old clothes. It still wore his scent - scent of sandal wood and expensive wine.
Thinking about Chuuya - he wasn't there, when Dazai woke up. The slug was preparing a dinner on his fancy pricey kitchen probably.
After several minutes of silence the ginger - he seemed to be comfortable enough to wear well-worn t-shirt and pants - appeared, calling for the meal.
The dinner went silently, but those magnetic like the ocean blue eyes hadn't left Dazai's ones even for a moment.
"Maybe you'll say something finally? I swear to God, if you continue staring at me like that, there will be a hole in my skull."
Dazai softly rested his chin on the outer side of his palm and almost imperceptibly grinned. Chuuya, who clearly caught the side of the smirk, just defeatedly exhaled.
"How the hell did you sneak into my house?"
Dazai didn't expected this question. Honestly, if it was said in any other time he would just huff, but he didn't feel like that at the moment.
"Did you really forget aboutmy perfect "locks breaking skills?". That's almost offensive."
Dazai said in too dramatic tone. Chuuya ignored that and just stated the fact.
"That was not just any regular lock - it was ultra-new security system and you somehow managed to break it. But I don't wanna talk or even think about any of your methods though."
Dazai satisfiedly nodded.
"Yeah, nevertheless curiosity killed the cat."
The brunette thanked for food and rose up. Without asking the slug, he headed straight to the main bedroom – Chuuya's one. He sat on the corner of the bed and fell backwards, sinking into cushiony blanket. Dazai almost fell asleep, when his ginger came in. He was listening to the calm steps on the floor came near him. Chuuya lightly approached him and sat next to Dazai. He carefully removed a strand of chocolate brown hair from the other man's face. Chuuya softly cupped Dazai's cheek, but the man didn't flinch - he leant into that touch and let himself sank into Chuuya's embraces. They became a mess of bodies and limbs. Dazai tucked his face into Chuuya's chest, and the ginger wrap Dazai's head with his hands. The slug gingerly patted silky brown hair, brushing it with his fingers.
Such a proximity was a kind of something new for the both of them, but Chuuya nor Dazai minded it. They both needed some anchor at the moment - they needed each other.
Dazai's head felt so heavy and lead, but with every shared second, he felt weight fade out and being replaced with a fluttering feeling in his own ribcage.
Brunette could feel the steady firm heartbeat beneath rhe ginger's cotton shirt. He sank into it, letting himself dissolve in Chuuya's warmth completly. It felt too vulnerable - too exposed for a man of his kind, but Dazai couldn't care less. Once in lifetime, he removed the armor and let himself be. Only once.
- Because it was the first and the last night they've divided. Dazai left the next day - dissapeared for four years without saying a single word.
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It occured, that it was the day Odasaku died, and the blood Chuuya could smell at the beginning was Oda's.
Dazai's visit to his partner was the last thing he wanted to do, before tearing mafia-ties, and his clinginess was the last chance for him to expose his true-self, before losing the only alive person, who was able to see through the walls in his head and heart.