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Dazai’s POV
“Seriously mackerel!! You can’t go to the ADA. Or your house for that matter?” Chibi yells at me for asking to stay at his house for the night. Though, he didn’t argue back.
“Like I’ve told you before. They’re going to look there and at the ADA, but not at your house for at least one night.” I’m so tired of this. And Chuuya is probably too, with me helping him through the door.
Chuuya blinks at me. A little confused that I probably answered without any lies. “Retorical question.” He pushes open the door to his apartment basically falling in . The living room is right inside, with a couch and a tv, the regular stuff for a house, but all seemingly high- tech. Probably with a security system. And all bought with his executive money.
“You get to sleep on the couch,” he sternly tells me. As he tries to push off me. He sadly fails and I walk him to the couch. We both sink into it.
“Such a lonely dog, not letting anyone else into his house, he should let in his master more~.”
“Shut up. I’m only allowing this, cus, I-“ he seems… embarrassed? “Cus it was part of the plan.” It quickly fades once he finds a reason, I’m guessing.
“Fine chibi-kun, if only for the night.”
He looks at me. “You can go take a shower, I’ll have some clothes picked up. You still have blood on you.”
“Well, if you need help walking~”
“Shut up mackerel. I can walk just fine now.”
As he gets up and trips a little
He hobbles towards the kitchen. I limp towards the bathroom.
I’ve come here enough times to walk through to the tiled floor and turn the knob.
I open the shower curtain and turn on the boiling hot water.
I peel off my clothes, slimy from my blood. I peel off my bandages as well. The scars from missions and myself staring up at me, aching to be reopened. I step in, hoping to get the ache out of my skin, I’ve already lost too much blood. The refreshing water rinses off the dark dry blood. It runs down into the drain. I think some of me goes with it, whatever was left after what I’ve done.
…
The rat is finally dead, but at the cost of a lot of people. Though the agency is recovering, everyone is still alive, by some miraculous miracle. Their recovery was pry due to Fukuzawa’s ability, able to-
“Here. Can’t let you exactly starve.” Chibi-kun passes me some cooked and seasoned crab. The fancy one that is not fake canned crab, the one that’s fresh. He changed out of his on clothes and has a white t-shirt and black pants on. He still has his choker though. Somehow he got me my coat, but under it is a pair of black leggings with a different blue blouse.
“Finally you have some fashion.” He smirks.
“Ah, well, a dog’s fashion.” I smirk back.
“You fucking mackerel! I try to be nice! But nooooo. You just have to blurt back.”
“Well I’m actually grateful of this crab. And the bandages.”
“Hmmm, well I’m going to my room. There’s a blanket on the couch. Goodnight.”
He leaves the kitchen/dining room. I head towards the couch. He didn’t lie, there is a blanket. I’ll just use the couch cushions to sleep. Rest. I’m not getting any sleep.
I wonder about today. It went all as planned. Everything even down to Fyodor’s death. But when Chuuya almost died, well looked like it, my heart jumped. I knew he wouldn’t die, rationally. But my eyes deceived me. And, what if he did? I couldn’t bear to see that. And now I’m confused. What makes me so sure my heart jumped, I don’t have one. I don’t want to have one. I should trust him, but that trust was ruined when I left. Yet he still trusts me. My brain is never quiet and I keep spiraling. I stare at the clock till it hits 3:00…
“I thought I didn’t have emotions?”
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Chuuya’s POV
Damn that mackerel. Still making me think about him. My heart stopped for a second when I shot him. I knew he wouldn’t die since that’s probably not how he wanted to go out. But my eyes and heart were straining. The thought of him… well he wants to anyway. But then even that scares me. Arghh
I get up, throw the blanket off and inc off my bed. I walk through my doorway, I don’t even care if I wake the mackerel up. Actually maybe that’s be nice? No. I get distracted an go to the kitchen. I need something to distract myself, cooking is one of them. And I’m a little hungry. As well as that lunch should be tasty today.
The clock reads 4:00.
“Whatch ya doing chibi-kun?” Dazai asks slyly as he walks into the kitchen.
“I thought you would be asleep?” I snarl. Wrong question.
“Oh Chuuya, you know me. I can’t sleep when you’re here.” He smiles, teasing me with a little bit of.. actual emotion.
Could he have been actually thinking about me? Heh.
“Oh guess I’m more important to you then I thought?” His smiles drops a little.
“Bad dog. Of course the master worries of the dog will survive.”
Oh. That’s it?
Disappointing- wait a second. Why is it disappointing? Do I want him to. I can’t be serious.
“Oh does my doggy want a pet?” He smirks, wait no he smiles.
“Imma a shut you up!”
And I crash against him.
Our lips touch
... His eyes go wide for moment but, he. He leans in. I both knew we have experience, espically Dazai being a womanizer. But it’s messy.
Our tongues swirls together, and finally get to taste what he is. A hint of the crab, then we take a much needed breath.
I finally speak.
“Heh. Are you suprised?”
Dazai looks at me with confusion, but also, his eyes grow a litter brighter.
“No. I just didn’t realize I had emotions. I don’t even know what this is….”
He must be, rather cunning or truthfully speaking right now.
“It’s called love mackerel.”