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Birds chirped cheerfully as chickens from farms yelled their daily alarm, signalling that dawn is arriving. The sun’s rays peered through the closed curtains, creating a cozy, warm environment in the messy room. The wind outside had a calm breeze which was perfect for a morning walk. Outside, the clouds polluted the air, a perfect natural scene for pictures.
It was literally the perfect morning–until
koff koff.. those were the sounds of the aftermath of a nasty session of throwing up.
Chuuya wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. His hair was messy and unkept from the amount of times he tossed and turned in his bed before running to the bathroom. He was a bit pale but he was clearly sick. Tears welled up in Chuuya’s eyes from throwing up. He blinks, trying to suck in the tears so that he doesn’t look weak. Despite his efforts, Chuuya grips the toilet bowl, needing to throw up again.
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Chuuya stares at his reflection, processing what just happened. He was obviously unwell, but this high fever has been going on for a week or two. At first, he brushed it off, thinking it was just a small fever, nothing else. He went to work, talked to Aktugawa and Kouyou, doing his daily life nonsense. But then as the days passed, the fever got worse and he started throwing up more. Something was definitely going on.
He thinks and tries to recall what might’ve happened over the course of a few weeks. Was it that Chinese take-out he had a couple weeks ago? No..food poisoning is completely different then whatever is going on right now.
He sighed. Then the same aggravating blue light of his work computer getting a notification flashed. It was from Mori. Of course he would be getting work emails right when he was busy. He groaned but evidently got up to check the email. It read;
Dear Chuuya-kun, I’ve noticed some odd behaviour from you recently. I do hope you're not becoming ill. Or else I will have to take some precautions. On another note, the agency will be partnered with us for a conjoined mission.
I do believe you won’t let whatever is going on affect your work.
-signed Mori Ougai
Chuuya skimmed over the email. Just of course mori noticed him acting odd. God, he hopes Mori backs off with it. He doesn’t want him to take….precautions…
Wait-did that email just say he was now on a conjoined mission with the agency? Ugh, of course he’s now stuck with Dazai of all people. He doesn’t even need to be told that he’s partnered with dazai for these types of missions anymore. Stupid Mori and his obsession with Dazai. He already had a headache just thinking about that.
Suddenly, it clicked.
Around a month or two ago, they were both at a bar. But not because they wanted to meet up with each other. Why would he ever want to meet up with Dazai- it’s not like they were even friends. No where close to that. They were rivals- enemies even- they hated each other.
It’s not like he liked Dazai or his soft hair, pale lips, and- AGH what was he talking about again-? Oh yeah, dazai and him accidentally went to the same bar ... .and ... .oh…OH..
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Three weeks earlier..
Chuuya pathetically slams his shot glass on the wooden counter the bar owns. It was worn out from the years of scrapping and slamming, and the bar made no effort to replace it. But it was still usable. Chuuya groans, resting his head on the counter. The bartender comes by. “Rough day?" Chuuya can only nod and sigh."One more” The bartender grabs another glass and pours the strongest wine they have. He slides it across the counter, the glass stopping in front of Chuuya. Chuuya sloppily picks up the shot glass and downs it all in one go like it’s his last day on Earth.
“Chuuyaa!~ it’s not safe to drink all of that so fast y’know?” a familiar (and annoying) voice rings in Chuuya’s ears. Why does he have to be here now? Chuuya lifts his head the best he could without it falling over, which was only a few inches.
“Why are you here?” Chuuya asks, trying his hardest to not punch the brunette's face for ruining his already bad day.
Dazai blinks and cocks an eyebrow teasingly. “What? Am I not allowed to be at a bar?” Dazai plops down on the leather seat next to Chuuya, wanting to bother him more.
“Why is chibi drowning himself in wine~? Were you just thinking of how much you missed me and my gorgeous face~?” Dazai said loudly, worsening Chuuya’s headache.
“Ugh, Dazai just leave. I don’t want to deal with you right now.” Chuuya sighed and gulped down the rest of the wine. Honestly, Chuuya was surprised Dazai was even still alive. After he left the port ‘n all…whatever his head can’t take much more thinking right now.
“My dog needs to be retrained, he’s barking an awful lot today~!”
Dazai said poking Chuuya’s cheek with a smug grin plastered on his face.
Eventually the bartender came back around.
“Could I do something for you for today sir?” He asked, looking at Dazai, while cleaning down a previously used glass.
“Hmm, just some whisky.” Despite contrary belief, Dazai was not a big alcohol person. But today was a …𝘚𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 day…if you could call it that. It was yet another anniversary of his friend’s death. He was going to drown himself with alcohol. But since his favorite person to annoy was here~ he could postpone his misery until later!
He looked down at chuuya. He looked horrible. His lips were cracked, his eyes darkened and sleepless. Anyone who saw him in this disheveled state would pity him..maybe.. His usually bright fiery hair was dulled.
He chuckled in his head. Thinking to himself something along the lines of ‘I feel how chuuya looks’.
He then took a giant swig of his whisky.
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(Chuuya POV)
Swaying heavily on his feet, he got up from the way too tall of a chair. He glanced at dazai who was sipping his whisky and looking at it as if it offended him. Dazai looked pretty tonight. His hair falling perfectly in place, wrapping around his pale skin. His eyes looked so much more full of life than before. His lips pursing after every sip, so plump. “Ne, Dazai”
Dazai’s eyes looked at him.
Chuuya couldn’t stop. If you asked him how this happend he would deny it or say it was alcohol induced.
He kissed Dazai straight on, his mind fuzzy with conflicted emotions and wine. His hands moving from Dazai’s cheek to his neck. Did Dazai stop him? Not a bit. He engaged even more.
You could imagine what this resulted in.
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End of flashback
God, how stupid was chuuya?! He and Dazai did .. 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕, and now he was just 𝙨𝙪𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙡𝙮 ‘sick’?!
Chuuya didn’t bother to slip on his shoes when he grabbed his keys and ran to his motorcycle. (He would’ve had a car if SOMEONE cough dazai cough didn’t blow it up)
He was going to literally bash dazais head in when he sees him during that conjoined mission if his suspicions are right.
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Chuuya brakes and runs his fingers through his ginger hair. He puts one leg over the motorcycle and climbs off. Chuuya walks up to the grocery store. Feeling a tad uneasy. Despite his calmed composure earlier. He legitimately doesn’t want what he’s thinks is wrong to be true. But he is (unfortunately) an omega and stupid Dazai is an alpha. God he hated using those terms. His conclusion to what’s going on with him is logical….one that he has to accept..
He walks around a bit- heading to the pharmacy section. He skims through the aisles and finds what he is looking for. Chuuya snatches it, in fear someone he knows might be watching. Mafia executives have a lot of enemies after all.
He stumbles a bit walking to the self-checkout line. Trying not to just curl into a ball. Just walking a few feet make him want to throw up.
Buying this ….item…he can’t say it. ….He doesn’t want to accept this…
How could he….? ….Hͥ̽ͣ̃̔ẹ̿͋̒̕’s̠҉͍͊ͅ ṇ̤͛̒̍o̯̱̊͊͢t̲̂̓ͩ̑ ẹ̿͋̒̕v͒̄ͭ̏̇ẹ̿͋̒̕ṇ̤͛̒̍ r̴̨̦͕̝ẹ̿͋̒̕ā̤̓̍͘l̙͖̑̾ͣl̙͖̑̾ͣy҉̃̀̋̑ ḣ̖̻͛̓ư̡͕̭̇ḿ̬̏ͤͅā̤̓̍͘ṇ̤͛̒̍ ā̤̓̍͘f̵͖̜̉ͅt̲̂̓ͩ̑ẹ̿͋̒̕r̴̨̦͕̝ ā̤̓̍͘l̙͖̑̾ͣl̙͖̑̾ͣ…..
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Chuuya takes his receipt and runs to his motorcycle, hopping on and riding away. While speeding away from the grocery store to his house, his mind raced with thoughts. How could this happen? Why did this happen? Is everything going to turn back to normal?... Will things change for the better? Chuuya shakes his head, trying to get rid of these complicated thoughts.
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The second he got home he rushed to the bathroom. Unwrapping the packaging to the……item he's too ashamed to name. After thoroughly following the instructions and a lengthy and panic attack inducing 15 minute wait.
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He wanted to do more than scream until his lungs bled out. His eyes swelled up with tears. He wanted to run, bury himself, leave Yokohama and never come back.
Two red lines fade into the …….
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….𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒚 𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒕…
Chuuya throws the test to the ground, smashing it into tiny pieces that can't even be seen from a microscope.
Then he ..laughed..?
Heh he was really losing it wasn’t he? How could this have happened…
𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙞?
𝙒𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢?
𝙆𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚…𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜... 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙞𝙢?
𝙀𝙭𝙚𝙘𝙪𝙩𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢?
𝙆𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙢 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢?
How could he be so careless? It's just one night that he decides to drink his problems away, and now he has a bunch more coming at him.
He was not going to deal with this tonight. He wanted to sleep. He felt like he hadn’t slept in millions of years.
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Chuuya did not sleep a wink.
At first he tried. He tried really hard to just lay his head down and rest his eyes. But no. He tossed and turned every 5 seconds.
He groggily sat up, not really wanting to get up today. His hair felt stiff, unwashed, and tangled. His eye bags bigger than ever. Like two black holes swallowing up his face.
Crystallized, dried tears sat uncomfortably near his eyes. His lips parched and chapped with the curse of dehydration.
He wants to just fall back onto the bed and never leave it.
But alas, he got up and washed his face. He looked at himself in the mirror…god he looked bad…worse than one of the times he found dazai after a panic attack…dazai…..ugh.. his blood boils with the thought of that indescribable man.
Why was he feeling so emotional.?
Maybe he should search up pregnancy symptoms to know what to expect…maybe later. He still has to work. Wait, was today the day of the conjoined mission?! RAGHHH! He’s so done with today and it hasn’t even begun.
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It hasn't even been a minute since Chuuya arrived but he's already so done with it. He was nauseous, as expected, and was ready to scream at the next person who even came within 10 feet proximity of him. How could he get through this mission without feeling like he wants to give up on life.
Chuuya’s head felt like a knife was being stabbed through it. His stomach felt it was turning in knots.
He’d have to see Dazai today. ..
The sound of footsteps then slowly echoed in Chuuya’s ears. He glanced briefly as Akutagawa strolled into the meeting room. He was paired with Juno, or was it Jinko, the Were-Tiger. Some white haired kid with chopped hair.
(Akutagawa POV)
Akutagawa was having a decent day today. He woke up, got dressed, and was heading to work. All going so swell. Until he realized he’s going on a conjoined mission with the ADA. Specifically the were-tiger. He was accompanying Chuuya for this. On a good note though, Dazai-san was going to be there. Maybe he’ll recognize his strength. (He won’t)
He opened the door, coughing into his sleeve with the other hand. It appeared Chuuya-san was already here. Still waiting on Dazai-san and the stupid Were-tiger.
Looking closer, the ginger in front of him didn’t look so good. His face was unnaturally pale. And he looked as if he hadn’t slept the past nights.
Aktugawa raises an eyebrow at the unwell appearance of the shorter but doesn't say a word, thinking that saying something about his looks would make the ginger agitated.
He noticed the redhead swaying a bit on his feet. Hmm, this isn't good. Chuuya is representing the port mafia once the agency members arrive. If he isn't in top shape it's going to show weakness.
"Akutagawa." chuuya said with a stern voice, unusual. "I would like no loud bickering from you and the Were-tiger." Chuuya looked up at Akutagawa. Ryuunosuke only nodded in confirmation.
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The door swung open. 𝘖𝘣𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺 Dazai had to make a dramatic entrance. It was his first time seeing the slug after a whopping 4 years, well sober at least.
His apprentice, Atsushi, following close behind. Unlike Dazai he was not making a dramatic entrance.
"Dazai-san?" the younger asked.
To which the brunette only hummed in response.
"I thought Akutagawa and Chuuya-san said they were here? Where are they?" The white haired boy asked, scanning his surroundings.
---A few moments before with Akutagawa and Nakahara---
Chuuya could not wait any longer. 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦?!! He just wanted to rip off the bandaid, do the mission, and go throw up his guts. He had to at least try to hold composure with Akutagawa, his subordinate, with him but he doesn't know how much longer he will last..
Chuuya tried, really tried, but everything was bothering
him. The sun? Annoyingly bright. The air? To stale. Akutagawa's coughing? Again... Super annoying.
𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘎𝘰𝘥.
To make matters worse, the meet up was literally right around the corner from a dumpsite. Chuuya could practically smell it from here.
It was also starting to get windy. Only a matter of time until it picks up a nasty stench and sends Chuuya flying to the nearest area to throw up.
The ginger hoped that it would happen later. But nope! Life said frick that. A gnarly smell lifted into the air and right to where Chuuya was.
Bile rose in Chuuya's throat. No.... No... Not here! He ran out the door, completely forgetting he had an ability. He dashed to a nearby bush and threw up everything he had in him. The ginger was so distracted that he didn't even notice Akutagawa standing right there...
"Chuuya-san?" a quiet voice asked.
"..."
Ah.... Yes... Akutagawa was here. Well... I'm royally screwed!