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The rain in Yokohama always felt miserable and nostalgic, but tonight it felt dangerous.
Inside the quiet, beautiful house of Kouyou Ozaki, chuuya's most trusted person, one he could depend and trust on the air was heavy and tense. Dazai Osamu, the youngest boss in Port Mafia history, was curled up on the floor, stripped of his usual giggly, cheeky, and goofy demeanor. He looked incredibly small inside his big black coat. He was shivering, as he looked pale and utterly exhausted.
Chuuya Nakahara stood right beside him like a guard. His pungent scent filled the room, smelling like strong wood and lightning. He put a gloved hand gently into Dazai’s messy brown hair to help him calm down.
Kouyou poured tea into small cups, her silk kimono making a soft sound as she moved. She looked at the two teenagers. "You both look like drowned rats. And even your silence is too loud, Chuuya. Calm down."
"Ane-san," Chuuya said, his voice rough. "We don't have time, Mori is getting suspicious. He’s sending Dazai into more dangerous fights, and i dont know how much more he can take and-"
"And you're scared because your omega is pregnant," Kouyou finished for him. She finally looked up at chuuya. Her eyes became softer as she looked at Dazai, whose hand was resting over his flat stomach.
At sixteen years old, they were the strongest duo in the Mafia. But right now, they were just two very young people in a scary situation. If the Mafia found out, Mori would use the baby as a tool. The child would never belong to them, it would belong to the organization... and if that happened, who knows what the hell would be going on then!?
"You have two choices, Chuuya, you know which one is right and so do I," Kouyou said, setting the teacup down. "You stay, and you let the Boss ruin your lives and use that child to control you and do terrible terrible things to it. Or you run. You drop your scary names, and you become nobody, and maybe one day, you would be able to rebuild them."
Chuuya let out one big sigh. He looked at Kouyou then back at Dazai, on the floor, in utter pain and exaustion.
"Ane-san-"
"Enough Chuuya!",she immediately realized that came out as sharp and softened her tone, sighing, "What I mean to say, Chuuya, is, you know what you have to do, the world is big, 195+ countries, want a good life ahead and if you want this child to live a normal life? or at the very least survive? Run. Go. Leave tonight. Don't tell anyone, No Goodbyes.
For the first time ever, Chuuya didn't care about his loyalty to the Mafia. He didn't care about his high rank. He just thought about the tiny, faint being he had seen through a piece of paper a few nights ago.
"We're leaving," Chuuya said, his voice strong and sure. "Tonight."
Dazai stirred ,"N-no way, wait chuuya, think th-", Dazai was cut off by Chuuya.
"There is nothing to think about, Dazai, I don't care about the fame, the money, the port mafia, I only care about *you*, and that child growing inside you...*OUR* child.", Chuuya finished before he picked up dazai, lifting him up in his arms, who was now on the verge of shedding proper crocodile tears. He looked back at Kouyou, doing his best to show no emotion.
Kouyou smiled sadly. She slid a thick envelope across the table. "A safe house in the countryside. Far away from the city and the fighting. It is under a name Mori does not know. Go. Before I remember I am a Mafia member."
Chuuya gave a bow as deep as he could with Dazai still in arms, "I promise, one day I'll come and find you ,and maybe we'll catch up over sake."
"Goodbye Chuuya."
"Goodbye Ane-San."
Chuuya fled the city.
He took whatever means and paths he had to take to do so, keeping Kouyou's card safe, heading to the address.
They had to stop at a cheap motel for a night aswell, but he did his best to keep Dazai comfortable.
It was hard, It was exausting for his sixteen year old, young body, but right now he wasn't thinking like an innocent teen, he was planning their every move very strategically, It was going to be easy for him to have a work from home job, so he could take care of Dazai too.
2 Days and 1 night later.
They had finally reached. It was too late,11PM. They had reached their destination navigating their way to their fully furnished 6 bedroom house. Chuuya was shocked, this was a mansion!, he'd expected a 2 bedroom house ,max, but of course, m'lady was rich. He turned to Dazai, he was off, they were so rushed they weren't able to think straight or have a proper conversation in two damn days.
"Dazai? What's wrong my love?, What is it that's bothering you so much?",Chuuya asked softly, slowly moving towards the brunette, wrapping his arms around him softly. "Are you okay?"
"Chuuya..." Dazai whispered, looking out at the dark trees. "You threw away your whole life. Your status, your cars, your money... for a broken person like me.", tears started to well up in his eyes.
"Shut up, mackerel," Chuuya said, but his voice was gentle. He reached over and squeezed Dazai’s hand tightly. "You're not broken. And our kid isn't going to grow up holding a gun. We’re doing this right."
Chuuya looked back at the car they'd stolen during their journey, and tried to lighten his mood. "And hey, atleast we dont have to worry about saving up immense money to buy a car,heh, we got this thing.", He said with one of his hands on the car, but Dazai didn't budge, he had a frown on his face as he looked down. "Okay bud, let's go inside,Chuuya spoke."
Dazai tried to move, but his body felt like lead. The stress of the night and the early stages of his pregnancy had completely drained his energy. Seeing him struggle, Chuuya didn't hesitate. He carefully slid one arm under Dazai’s knees and the other behind his back, and lifted him up.
"Chuuya, I can walk," Dazai muttered weakly, though he immediately buried his face into the crook of Chuuya's neck, breathing in the comforting scent of cedar and ozone.
"Yeah, right. Just stay still," Chuuya grumbled, carrying him up the creaky wooden steps of the porch.
He unlocked the front door with the key Kouyou had given them and pushed it open with his foot. Inside, the house smelled like perfume, oh Kouyou, always so tip top. Chuuya carried Dazai straight to the Master Bedroom. He laid him down gently on the soft mattress, pulling the thick blankets up to Dazai's chin.
"Don't move. I'll bring the bags inside," Chuuya ordered, pressing a quick, reassuring kiss to Dazai’s pale forehead before heading back out.
Within twenty minutes, Chuuya had brought in their few belongings and locked the front door securely. When he returned to the bedroom, he saw Dazai staring at the ceiling, his hands resting protectively over his stomach.
"Hey Chuuya, I'm very thankful to you...I-", Chuuya cut Dazai.
"Shh, My love, do not think too much, after all, I think I did too have some part in... y'know, your condition.
Dazai blushed as he let out a soft mumble, "shut uppp~"
Heh.
Chuuya kicked off his boots, took off his hat and coat, and climbed onto the bed beside him. He pulled Dazai close against his chest, wrapping his arms around him from behind. "You don't need to worry about anything except our child, okay? I've already figured out everything and what we are going to do, also kouyou"s given us some cash too, so we're good for abouttt 6 months, and im a hundred percent sure i'll be able to get a job until then." Chuuya yawned, closing his eyes.
"Oh how will we ever repay her-", "You don't worry about that either, my love. We'll figure that part out too...later".
"I love you chuuya," Dazai said, letting out a whimper.
"I love you too, mackarel, now close your pretty eyes and go to sleep."
And slowly they both drifted off into deep slumber.