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Please,please,don’t prove I’m right

“Are you sure this is wise?”Akutagawa asked tossing Chuuya his motorcycle helmet “If you wanted to go with Dazai,you should’ve piped up before I left.” “I don’t ask for Dazai’s benefit,I ask for yours.”

Chuuya chuckled,leaning on the bike.

“Do you doubt my abilities?” “You’ve only used it in combat by yourself twice before.And both times you were bedridden for almost a week.” “…That is true.” “And Dazai’s our enemy now.If he feels it more beneficial to let you die…Despite Fukuzawa’s orders,he’ll surely do so.”

Chuuya sighed.He couldn’t say he didn’t consider that.A lot has changed between them after all.Dazai no longer had any affection or obligation towards him,he’d hardly feel the need.

And Ahrahabaki,try as they both might,still drained a lot out of him with corruption.Chuuya was in control of it now,much more precise then before but that only meant he felt the pain the whole time.Granted,being exhausted but conscious enough to get into a cab by yourself was a big improvement over passing out immediately,but still.

“Dazai values his new life far too much to risk it over something so petty.”he said,decisively “Still…Perhaps I should come with you.” “No.I made a deal and you don’t change those last minute.You wait here and hold the fort.”

Akutagawa frowned but nodded.Chuuya gestured for him to come over and wrapped one arm around him,Akutagawa’s arm coming to do much the same though a tad more stiffly.

“If I don’t come back you know where to find my will.” “…Right.Good luck,boss.” “Hopefully I won’t need it.”

“And on the bike too?Do you do that for all the guys or am I just special?” “Especially annoying,more like.”Chuuya said, tossing Dazai the helmet as he parked in front of the Agency building “Still the only one you have?” “What are you gonna do detective?Bitch at me about traffic laws?”

They held eye contact and for a moment Chuuya thought Dazai might actually scold him.

But he didn’t,simply shrugging and putting the helmet on

“I don’t care about laws which don’t apply to me.Step on it,boss.”he said,throwing his leg over the bike’s side and wrapping his arms around Chuuya’s waist.

Chuuya obliged,stepping on the gas,using one of his hands to grab Dazai’s shoulder.

“Try jumping off and I’ll bring you back just to kill you again.”

Dazai simply tightened his hold on Chuuya in response.

“A verbal response would’ve been just as good.” “Yeah,but I’m a liar so would you have really believed me?” “Touché.” “Don’t you mean-“ “I know what I meant and don’t you dare try to correct me,because if you try I will cut your tongue out for insulting the French language as a whole.”

“Jeez…If you liked France so much,maybe you should’ve stayed there.”

It was rare that Chuuya agreed with Dazai.But he’d give him that one.

“Then Yumeno would still be in a cell.” “Exactly,win win for everyone.”

Chuuya might’ve made a bit too sudden of a swerve at that,causing Dazai to cling to him for dear life.

“What the hell were you thinking!You could’ve gotten us both killed!” “Sorry,Dazai-san,slip of the hand.”

Dazai grumbled but seemingly knew better than to continue an argument when Chuuya was the one making sure they didn’t crash.

“So,detective,what’s the plan?” “Operation Pufferfish and Bull.” “Are we using the explosion as a distraction or in a more offensive manner?” “Distraction.Those two survived getting hit by a truck.I’d rather not take my chances with anything long range.Besides,it’ll be easier to get Q out that way.And the easier that goes,the faster I get out of your presence.” “For once we’re in agreement,Dazai-san.However…Do you really think that close range would be much better?”

He didn’t need to turn to know the smug smirk that now surely played on Dazai’s lips.

“No matter how powerful the ability,mine can nullify it.Didn’t we learn that a long time ago, slug?”

Chuuya bit his own lower lip in response,tamping down a smug smile of his own.

“Something funny?” “Oh,you’ll see.I’d hate to ruin it.”

He was gonna see Dazai get smacked by a giant octopus and for free at that.

“You still like calamari,right?” “Yeah.”

There was a pause and he could feel Dazai’s eyes narrow at him in suspicion.Surprise,surprise,the bastard who messes with people can tell when you mess with him.

“Why?” “No reason.”

The premise of the Pufferfish and Bull strategy was rather simple.

Him and Dazai would split up,with Chuuya taking one of the enemies down from high up in whichever manner he saw fit.Once he’s done with that,Dazai will set off a bomb he planted earlier which will set the person pursuing him in the wrong direction.

Silmutaneously,it will serve as a signal to Chuuya to go in the direction opposite the sound of the bomb where Dazai will be able to pick him up,driving them in the direction they needed to go on Chuuya’s motorcycle.

Use to be one of Chuuya’s favourite strategies.

Keyword being use to be because only someone with a crush on Dazai would ever find the man’s utter inability to balance a motorcycle cute or endearing in any way.

Chuuya adjusted his former partner’s posture a bit lower,finally allowing Dazai to keep the bike straight.

“If you dent this bike you will get-“ “A new dent on my skull for every dent I make,mark your words.I know.”Dazai finished

Chuuya glared at him,but he wasn’t really sure why.He should probably be grateful that he didn’t have to waste his breath on explaining such a simple concept,yet…

There was something in this that made the shiver refuse to go down his spine.Instead it just…lingered,unresolved.

Maybe it was how quick Dazai was to parrot Chuuya’s words.As if they were last heard a few hours ago instead of four years.

It also didn’t help matters that under the tree dimmed moonlight Dazai’s beige coat could almost be mistaken for black.

It was an oddly surreal situation,like walking in on a memory .He was half expecting to feel a literal rug being pulled out from under him,as if it were all some sick joke.

He turned on his heel,ignoring the twisting in his chest .

“Chuuya,one more thing.” “Hmm?” “Don’t fuck it up or I’ll haunt you from beyond the grave.” “…Not if I do it first.”he said,before activating his ability

“When were you planning to tell me that the tentacles weren’t an ability !?”Dazai asked/screamed over the sound of the motorcycle driving at top speed “Slow down!You’re driving over the roots,dipshit!” “Relax,the kid’s probably unconscious.Even if you let go of me,you’ll be fine.Now back to the important-“

Chuuya turned Dazai’s head back towards the road.

“Eventually!Eyes on the road!”

Surprisingly,Dazai managed to avoid the tree not just entirely but smoothly,performing a perfect donut inches away from the small cabin like house’s entrance as Chuuya screamed on the top of his lungs.

“Oh my God…”Dazai muttered,almost in awe “Yeah,oh my God,you nearly killed us!” “No,I mean…You still scream like a little girl.” “Why you-“

Before the insult could leave Chuuya’s mouth,they were interrupted by the sound of trees falling.Lovecraft realized the trick and he was advancing on them quick.

“Wanna finish that thought?” “…Some other day.Take out the keys.”

Dazai obliged and the two stood silent as they dismounted and Chuuya kicked the door open.

Except,of course,a silent Dazai never remained too long.

“So,what do you plan to do about the octopus back there?” “What do you think I’ll do?”

He expected Dazai to throw out a crazy idea,just for shits and giggles but no such luck.

“Corruption?”he asked,low,uncomfortable and uncertain

Chuuya nodded.

“I’ll try to stay close by then.We don’t know for how much time you can handle it.Best we don’t risk it.”

A part of him wanted to appreciate that he didn’t have to ask.That Dazai said he’d have his back with essentially with no prompting.The other part of him wasn’t quite so pleased by it.

Because he loathed the assumption,the ego that it took to jump to conclusions.To think that Chuuya was unable to solve his own ability in four years time and that he still needed Dazai.

However,he decided to be civil.

“That won’t be necessary.Well,per say.”he amended awkwardly

Politely,hopefully,was how it sounded to any ears that weren’t his own.

“Huh?” “Let me put it for you this way,Dazai.You’re insurance.”

A silent beat and a laugh.

Chuuya scowled,staring at Dazai’s back.He took up that particular position,just in case Dazai got any smart ideas and decided to be a bit more direct with putting Yumeno out of his misery.

How he didn’t always loathe Dazai’s laugh was beyond him now.It was hollow and unpleasantly flat.Love truly did make people dumb and deaf,it seemed.

“Don’t be ridiculous,Chuuya.Maybe you used it a little,but that doesn’t mean-“ “I used it in combat twice.And I still stand before you,don’t I?”Chuuya bit

Dazai turned to him and Chuuya flinched.The corpse glare.

Flat,black and lifeless…Just like Chuuya remembered it.Dazai grimaced,though Chuuya suspected it was supposed to be a smile.

“Then tell me,boss,why exactly am I here?” “I told you,Dazai-san,insurance.Just in case.”

Dazai rolled his eyes,picking the lock without even looking at it much.He swung the door open and turned heel,with a shrug.

“Whatever you say,Nakahara-san.”

Chuuya tsked,following closely behind.

They walked into the room and there Yumeno was,unconscious and hung up by vines.Chuuya held back the urge to yelp.However much pain they put him trough,it must’ve made the razor blades look like nothing in comparison.

He went over to touch the side of the boy’s neck.It was faint,but…his heart still seemed to be beating.

Chuuya breathed a sigh of relief.

“You know Chuuya,from a certain angle…This is kinda your fault.”Dazai remarked casually,throwing- “Is that my knife!?” “Possibly.”

He didn’t pay Chuuya’s glare any mind as he walked past him and held the knife up right over Yumeno’s face.

Chuuya pulled out his father’s scalpel,the blade of it ending up at Dazai’s throat.Not close enough to press,but close enough that it would only take a moment to slash the brunette’s throat.

Dazai simply swung the knife into the branches as if nothing happened.

Chuuya blinked,stunned.He sheathed the scalpel back in and watched Dazai work at the wood in silence.

“Thought I was gonna stab him?” “Only an idiot would put much past the Demon prodigy.” “Former.” “…Right.”

The sound of the stabs was blunt as Dazai freed Yumeno’s hand.

“As I said,this is kinda on you.If you didn’t let him out to spite me,none of this would’ve happened.” “Yeah,well me from two years ago didn’t even know the Guild existed.”

Dazai’s hand stilled briefly,before he continued,now freeing Q’s left leg.

“What?” “I let him out two years ago.” “…For all you changed,seems at least your sentimentality remains perfectly intact.” “Sentimentality!?This is basic decency!He was seven when you tossed him in there,Osamu!Seven!What did you think was gonna happen!?”

Dazai fixed him with a look that was arguably much worse than either his smug one or the corpse glare.Annoyance.

As if that concern and fact was below Dazai.As if it wasted his time to even hear it.

“Chuuya,I did what I had to.Even if he were an infant he’d still be a monster.” “Because of his ability.”

Dazai scoffed.

“So you do get it.”he said cutting Yumeno out completely.

He caught the brat before he could hit the floor,tossing him into Chuuya’s semi waiting arms like a human hot potato.

Chuuya adjusted the boy in his arms,carefully cradling the back of his head and holding him close.Like Q deserved it in any way.Like the kid wasn’t the world’s youngest ever sadist.

“Of course .I know what he can do.”Chuuya said,carding his hand trough the kid’s hair

What Chuuya asked him to do on that train.What Chuuya might’ve asked him to do however many times over those elusive two years.

“The only question now is…What do you make of me in that case?”

By the look in Chuuya’s eyes Dazai could tell this was more of a challenge than a genuine question.

There was a flicker there,but it was focused and precise.

Chuuya was prodding Dazai to say,what the brunette now realized,they both knew he was thinking.

After all, it was one thing to internally call someone every horrible thing you could think of,it was another to speak it.To give that thought a form,a sound,an impact.

And a part of Dazai wanted to.Especially after that insurance comment.

Was that all he was to Chuuya now?Just an asset?

Like father,like son.

He scoffed and opened his mouth to speak.But,nothing came out.Something about Chuuya standing there,hair properly red again,eyes darting to Q at the boy’s slightest shiver despite himself made the words dry up on his tongue.

“Simple,it just makes you a human.A really,really stupid human.”

Chuuya glared at him but was interrupted before he could speak.

“Boss?”

“Oh great…The brat woke up..”Dazai grumbled

Yumeno’s brows furrowed in confusion,his eyes still just barely open.

“Is-“ “Yeah.Dazai.Insurance.Long story.Are you in pain?”

He weakly shook his head,before pulling on Chuuya’s coat nuzzling into it.

He was cold.No wonder,his circulation was probably screwed with how long he hung there.Unfortunately there was no time to fix that problem.

He looked to Dazai who was staring up at the ceiling,waiting.

Dazai lightly shook his head.Lovecraft was way too close and they couldn’t let themselves get caught in an enclosed space.Chuuya placed Yumeno down carefully and wrapped him in his coat,giving him the sign to wait.

“We’ll be back soon,I promise.”

“Friend of your mind roommate’s?” “More like acquaintances.”

They were staring up at what must’ve been Lovecraft’s truest form and Dazai could only blink.

After 136 murders,312 counts of extortion and 625 cases of fraud,Dazai found not much could shake him.

“Well,I hate to admit it,Chuu,but seems you were right,there’s only one card left to play.”

He tossed Chuuya a look,expecting a brief flash of dread before it transitioned not quite so smoothly into a look of begrudging acceptance.

But no such thing happened.

Instead,Chuuya,seemingly no second thought at all,began taking off his gloves.

“Chuuya?” “What?”

He didn’t seem to find anything strange about it.

“You sure you have no other ideas?” “Nope.As you said,only one card to play.Besides,if I were you I’d worry about Steinbeck.”Chuuya said tilting his head towards the woods.

Dazai raised a brow,but turned his head,one of Steinbeck’s branches nearly going trough his face as he did so .With a sigh,he touched it before it could retract,making it dissapear .

“Seems we both have our parts to play then.”

“What the hell is that?” “That is the true form of Chuuya’s gift.In his corrupted state he can even create black holes that swallow everything in their path.”Dazai said as he held the knife to Steinbeck’s throat,eyes fixed on Chuuya

It was a bad habit,he supposed.Most people would find something deeply unsettling about corruption,but Dazai was,as time had showed,not most people.

He found it was a lot like watching a storm at sea.It was deadly and he wouldn’t recommend anyone who wasn’t at least half as suicidal as him to get anywhere near it,but..The sheer power and scale of it simply took your breath away.

“Unfortunately,he isn’t in control of himself in that state,so if not stopped,he’ll just lose energy and die.”he continued lightly

Though…For someone who wasn’t in control or registering much of the bodily pain Dazai knew Chuuya’s body was experiencing,his former partner did seem to be quite a bit more precise and careful than Dazai remembered.

“Let me put it for you this way,Dazai.You’re insurance.”

Was that true?

Surely not.More likely than not,Chuuya only tried to maintain corruption,minus actually doing anything.That sounded a lot more believable.

Just maintaining that state must’ve been a tremendous effort,without the extra exertion of a proper fight.

Chuuya still needed him.He was just being a hardass as usual.

“He seems to heal no matter what Chuuya does to him…Know why that is?”

He tossed Steinbeck a glance,the blonde only looking at him with a smug grin.

“All I can tell you is that there’s no way to destroy Lovecraft from the outside when he’s in that state.” “Outside you say?So you can take him out from the inside?”he said with a smug smile of his own

Lucky that he had two bombs.And extra lucky that he gave the second one to Chuuya.

Dazai watched the ball of red light form in Chuuya’s hand and grinned as he pressed the detonator.

Oh,how he loved when a plan came together.

As the explosion sounded,Dazai stabbed into Steinbeck’s side.The blonde groaned and Dazai kicked him to the ground,stepping on him on his way to Chuuya just to be safe.

He tried not to run,lest Lovecraft’s human…Shell?Form?Meat suit?Whatever that version of him was,Dazai didn’t want him to know just how on the ropes he had Chuuya moments prior.

Speaking of Chuuya…He seemed oddly composed.Usually once the enemy was defeated he’d go on a rampage,throwing those small black holes with seemingly no reason except for the sake of destruction itself.

Now he was standing in the middle of the battlefield panting like crazy,as his entire body shook.

Dazai’s blood froze in his veins and his stomach dropped.

That shouldn’t be possible…

That’s not how this worked…

Chuuya shouldn’t be concious enough to feel anything.

“Chuuya?”Dazai asked,praying that he wouldn’t get a response

This was the one thing he could count on.The one thing he was sure of.It was just how things were.

Chuuya used corruption,Dazai was the only thing that could get him out.If that wasn’t the only way,Mori wouldn’t have gone with it.

But Mori didn’t have direct contact with a destruction god,did he?

Chuuya turned to him and Dazai stumbled back slightly.His ex partner looked exhausted and in pain.

His teeth were gritted together,sweat pouring down his face and tears held back in the corners of his eyes.But that look of immense effort wasn’t why Dazai stepped away.

It was Chuuya’s eyes,more precisely the fact that his pupils were still there.During corruption his eyes would go milky white,until Dazai touched him.And yet it was two all too clear blue eyes that stared back at him.

Dazai’s knees felt weak,his feet were lead and breathing never felt harder.

“Insurance.” he thought “What a terrible thing to be.”

Chuuya saw the look that was now on Dazai’s face before.Of course he had.You don’t get to be half of the most feared duo in Yokohama without seeing people look absolutely horrified of you.

The same wide eyes,the chalky pallor,the tensed shoulders.All of the signs were there.

Chuuya had stopped taking it personally years ago,even started taking pride it in.After all if it was only gonna keep happening,might as well change tact to a better strategy.

He honestly should have been glad here too.Dazai’s the enemy,if he fears Chuuya,all the better.

Right?

Somehow he couldn’t convince himself of that.

His shoulder hurt like hell.His head was drumming terribly…He really didn’t need Dazai’s guilty look after he nullified corruption on top of all that.

“Chuuya?” “What?!”he whisper shouted

He would’ve shouted properly if he wasn’t carrying a sleeping Yumeno.

“How…How did you start talking to it?” “It just sorta happened…”he lied

He knew why.It happened the night he killed Dazai’s ‘murderers’.Same how he blew up the lab in Surubachi,his suffering and internal pain just brought the god out.

“Liar.” “Takes one to know one.”Chuuya spat back,placing Yumeno into the mafia car

Hirotsu,as always,had perfect timing and called it at the exact right time.

Chuuya got in as well,with Dazai closing the door.

“Goodbye ,Dazai.” “Goodbye,Chuuya.”

It was only later that he realized his gloves were missing.

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