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It had been a TERRIBLE past few weeks for Chuuya Nakahara. The ONLY people he could consider his "friends" in the port Mafia, had been murdered by the one who claimed to be his older brother, Paul Verlaine. And even after that happened, he had to go on a whole journey, just to find out that there's a chance he's not even a human, just some clone, lines of code made up by a random scientist in a lab. He also went through a traumatizing fight with what was basically a GOD, leading to many innocent lives being lost, because of him.
So yeah. His weeks after that were terrible.
He's lost all his friends, a ton of lives were lost, and he didn't even know if he was REAL. He lost his only chance at knowing when he had to fight Guivre.
Dazai knew he shouldn't bother him, but that's what he does. He couldn't be around Chuuya and NOT annoy the piss out of him, it's what he does. So he settled for avoiding him unless he absolutely COULDN'T. He would only talk to him if they had missions together. And even then, he's does his best to speak mostly logically, about the mission, nothing else. Then go straight home after.
It was weird for Dazai. Normally he wouldn't care about annoying to someone, even after they had some fucked up stuff happen to them. And it was REALLY weird that he wouldn't annoy CHUUYA out of everyone! But it was different this time. He told himself it was just because he didn't wanna listen to Chuuya complain or whine about having a bad few weeks, but he knew it was more than just that.
Anyway, Chuuya seemed to have picked up on Dazai's avoidance and brought it up one mission.
"Why haven't you been as annoying as usual lately? Don't get me wrong I'm not complaining but it's weird for your annoying ass. Well... Weird-ER."
He asked, trying to sound annoyed, or like he didn't care, but there was a slightt hint of concern and confusion in his voice.
Dazai visibly tensed at his words, but he quickly hid it and eased up again.
"I'm AVOIDING you because I don't wanna listen to a slug like you talk all the time" he assured, to Chuuya, but also a little to himself.
Chuuya shrugged and sighed.
"Good, don't wanna listen to you whine about something childish either." He grumbled.
Dazai felt a slight pang of sadness over that, but he told himself he wasn't feeling well and let it pass. Lately he'd have to tell himself that a lot whenever Chuuya would say something mean. It was STUPID, he wasn't supposed to feel sad over Chuuya hating him. He hated him too after all! At least... That's what he THOUGHT...
He thought he hated Chuuya...
That's what he told everyone...
But he never actually COULD hate him...
He moved the thought to the back of his mind and tried to carry on with the mission, but he felt a DIFFERENT type of unusual feeling. Not sadness this time. He felt... SICK. His chest was hurting, and he felt the need to throw up.
He almost NEVER took breaks on mission until they were OVER. But he was really not feeling it, so he told Chuuya he'd catch up with him in a minute (plus a stupid nick name), and stopped at some random, small, convinience store, and went into the bathroom.
As soon as he entered the bathroom he started violently coughing and gagging. After a minute two of coughing and practically fighting for his life to breathe, he started coughing something UP... Petals...? FLOWER PETALS?? He was shocked, he had never heard of this happening to ANYONE before!! He had NO IDEA what to do!??
Eventually he threw up. He threw up a whole entire flower. He felt a little better after that. Better enough to just down some water and leave, hoping no one heard him, and carry on with his mission. Quickly finding Chuuya. He'd been gone for long enough, Chuuya would get suspicious, and then ask why he took so long, probably throwing in a couple of insults, and he really didn't feel like lying OR explaining to Chuuya what happened. He'd ask Mori about it later. (Maybe)
Their mission carried on smoothly. (other than dazai's chest hurting, and feeling sick occasionally.) After their mission they did what they normally did. Gave Mori their mission report, Chuuya left Mori's office. However, Dazai stayed behind this time. He figured if anyone would know about this strange illness, it'd be one of the best doctors in the port Mafia.
"Did you need something more, Dazai?"
Mori asked cheerfully, as he saw Dazai still standing in his office.
"Something you left out of the report?" He asked.
"Not quite" Dazai replied, sounding slightly concerned.
"It's about me. See, when we were on our mission earlier, I stopped at a random bathroom somewhere and started coughing and gagging. After a minute or so, I started coughing up flower petals, and at one point a whole flower. I don't know what it was, but I'm curious. Do you know what it was?"
Mori seemed to freeze slightly, cheerful face dropping, but he quickly picked it back up.
"Dazai," He asked
"Have you ever been in love with someone? Hmm?"
Dazai paused for a second. He wasn't, or he thought he wasn't. Besides, even if he was he wasn't gonna tell MORI that!
"No, who would I even be in love with, that's such a random question! I have an important matter here!"
Mori chuckled "It's relevant to your question, Dazai."
"Huh, how is that relevant at all!?" Dazai exclaimed.
"Dazai, have you ever heard of Hana Haki disease?" Mori asked.
"Hmm, no. What's that?" Dazai asked, kind of curious now.
"It's a disease, caught through having an unrequited love for someone. Mostly found in people who's love, is unreturned. It can be fatal, and the lead symptom is coughing, or throwing up, flower petals. If you have it, we'll have to find a way to get you over your little crush, or else you'll die, and we wouldn't want that would we?"
Mori explained to Dazai.
"Well maybee we woul-"
"Dazai."
"Fine... We wouldn't want that. But there's no way that's what it is! I've never been in love in my life! And I'm DEFINITELY not in love right NOW! You're just talking nonsense now"
Dazai exclaimed again.
"Whatever, I'll find out the cause myself! It's IMPOSSIBLE I have that disease"
Dazai says, leaving the office. Causing Mori to sigh deeply after he left, mumbling something about "stubborn kid"