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Chuuya lived on the streets, which made his choices very limited. Shelter, food, and even clean water could be very hard to come by. Clearly one thing made all these other things easier- money. Money was the hardest thing to get though. Sure you could find some good jobs here or there, but unless you want to spread your legs wide open the amount of money you could collect is very small.
Of course, there was another way people on the streets got money. Stealing. But the act of slipping your fingers into a pocket so quick and gently they couldn't feel anything took a lot of talent and on top of that a lot of practice. And sure Chuuya had been on the streets for as long as he could remember, but he didn't use stealing that often.
But when he did steal he had a plan, naturally. A plan he was going to use now on a strangely dressed male. The male in question was fairly tall with soft brown hair and chocolate colored eyes. He wore a long coat and had bandages wrapped around both arms and over one eye. He walked strongly, with a purpose. His eyes were sharp and alert, glancing around and taking everything in. Chuuya made sure to not stay in the males line of sight.
Though he didn't look rich, he didn't look poor. He would probably have a wallet on him, packed with enough money to buy Chuuya a bite to eat. Which would be enough, for now. And if the male had more then that, well then, that was only better for Chuuya wasn't it?
Taking a deep breath Chuuya walked forwards, following after the man for a little. After a few minutes he slowed down as the male dunked into a nearby alley, hesitating. Had he noticed Chuuya following him? People don't normally tend to... For a moment Chuuya considered not following him but shook that thought off. Did he even have a choice? Get money or end up starving to death in the cold. Those were the two choices. Chuuya preferred the second one.
Walking further, Chuuya slowly slipped into the alley. Mysterious man was leaning against the wall, smiling innocently as he waited. When Chuuya moved into the alley he had stopped and looked up, connecting their eyes together. For a moment their was silence and then Chuuya breathed in deeply, putting on the best sexual face he could and trying to look inviting.
"Don't do that." Blinking slowly the shorter male paused, looking at the stranger in confusion. He looked almost... disappointed? "I thought this would be something good," he continued, sighing. "But no, just some prostitute!"
"I'm not a prostitute!" The words came out before Chuuya could stop him, and he instantly regretted them. The male returned his sharp look to Chuuya, a smirk slowly working it's way on his face.
"And I'm not Dazai."
Chuuya glared angrily at the male- Dazai -before taking a deep breath, calming himself. He pulled his earlier expression back on, stepping closer to the- Dazai -and trying again. "Dazai?" Chuuya asked slowly, as though testing out the name. "I'm Chuuya." Dazai's look didn't change, it remained bored. Maybe slightly amused?
If Chuuya didn't hurry up he was going to leave, either that or Chuuya was going to punch him. So quickly he stepped forwards, pushed himself up, and pressed his lips against Dazai's. To his slight surprise he wasn't instantly pushed away. Dazai let him press close, and even accepted his attempt to open to kiss up further. Dazai's lips tasted bitter. It brought memories up from when Chuuya was younger, and a brown haired boy covered head to toe in bandages pulled him around...
This wasn't time for dreaming!
Reaching back slowly, Chuuya half concentrated on keeping the kiss going and half concentrated on snagging the wallet from Dazai's pocket. Only, slipping his fingers inside, he was only met with air. Chuuya pulled away, eyebrows drawn together in confusion- only for his eyes to widen in anger when he saw Dazai's smirk, as he twirled a wallet around in his hand. "Looking for something?" he cheekily asked, winking.
"Stupid bastard! Waste of bandages! Shitty Dazai!" The curses and complaints spilled from Chuuya's lips, his face feeling hot as he stepped back, crossing his arms over his chest. Licking his lips slightly, he shivered- they still tasted bitter. Disgusting.
Dazai laughed softly, tucking the wallet back into his pocket. "Follow me," he commanded, walking out of the alleyway. When Chuuya didn't follow, he peeked his head back in. "Come on Chuu-ya~ I'm treating you too lunch!"
Well... He couldn't afford to pass up an opportunity like that. It was only when they made it to the restaurant did Chuuya notice the never gave the annoying bastard his name.