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"Run away with me."
The day Dazai asked Chuuya that was the day after that person had died. The person- Oda -had been Dazai's friend or something like that, from what Chuuya heard. Not that he didn't already know. Of course he had already known... Chuuya and Dazai were partners, double black, soukoku. Also, there was the small fact that Chuuya was in love with Dazai.
He had been happy when Oda had died. Oda was the only person Dazai smiled like that around, Oda was the only person Dazai spoke about. Dazai cared about Oda. Not in a romantic way, but not in a friend way either. To Dazai their connection had been deeper then that. Dazai had loved Oda, more then Chuuya had ever seen anyone love. And it hurt.
That love should be Chuuya's. They worked together so well, they fit together, they were partners, so why was it that Dazai's love was only for Oda? Chuuya had known him much longer anyways. So much longer.
And now he was dead, and Dazai wanted to leave. If Chuuya died, the stupid bastard wouldn't even blink.
"What?"
"Leave the Port Mafia and run away with me."
"You're joking, right?"
"No."
He wasn't joking. Chuuya could see that, easily. It was in the way Dazai stood, in the way he smiled, in the way his dark eyes focused onto Chuuya's. It was in the pain in Dazai's eyes, the pain that had been left there when Oda had died. Dazai was completely and utterly serious. Chuuya considered it for a moment. Oda must have said something to make Dazai want to leave, because Dazai wouldn't just decide this, right?
Chuuya had always thought that he could read Dazai like no one else. So why was he unsure? He should know this. Maybe Chuuya was only lying to himself. Was he ever able to read Dazai? Or did he just tell himself he could to try and appease the love inside of him?
Love. It's a sick and twisted thing, that's for sure. Love only got you killed. Dazai knew that. Dazai was smart, that was something Chuuya was sure of (even though he felt like he couldn't be sure of anything anymore). Dazai should have been smart enough to know that loving Oda would only bring him pain. But maybe he had known? Maybe he just didn't care?
"We can't just leave."
"Why not?"
"They'll find us!"
"We're the perfect team though, right? We won't let them find us. We can vanish underground."
"Or I could tell the Boss you're trying to leave."
"You won't."
Dazai knew- that was one other thing Chuuya was sure of. He wasn't sure when Dazai had figured it out, but if he had to guess, it was before even Chuuya himself had figured it out. But Dazai was just like that. Dazai knew that Chuuya was in love with him.
Besides, he was right. Chuuya wouldn't run off to tell the Boss. Sure, Chuuya was a loyal dog, but at least right now he wasn't the Port Mafia's dog- he was Dazai's dog, though he wasn't sure which one was worse. Now, the real question. Dazai wanted to run. Would Chuuya follow? Of course.
"When are we leaving?"
"Now."
"Alright."
So the two left, they hid under ground, and a long while later they joined the Armed Detective Agency. All the while Chuuya was in love with Dazai, and Dazai knew, but nothing ever happened between them, because Dazai was cold and broken inside. Dazai couldn't love, not in the way anyone around him wanted. Dazai only loved Oda, and himself, and that was all.
(And in another world Dazai left Chuuya behind and Chuuya was the broken one and the angry one and the dark one and in that world Chuuya became the Port Mafia's dog but a part of him would always belong to Dazai, because no matter what world Chuuya was in he would always always be in love with that bastard.)