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Chuuya’s upper lip (soft, faintly pink, tastes like a slap in the face) curls into a sneer and his breath (hot, ragged, littered with monosyllabic misnomers, “fuck, fuck, fuck you, shit, yes”) hisses between his teeth. Dazai’s eyes catalogue every tic and every twitch of muscle, translating effortlessly, ‘What do you want, Get out, Come closer so I can bite that smile off your face.’

fluency in the sixth language, Camichuu (orphan_account)

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“Anyway, we should catch up with Kunikida-san…” Atsushi trails off when he looks around and finds no trace of the man. “He must have turned a corner.” “What a pity.” Dazai doesn’t sound sorry at all as he wipes a non-existent tear off the corner of his eye. “Well, I guess all we can do is waiting for him and hope he can deal with those thugs on his own…” “We know where he’s heading to!” Atsushi complains. His eyes widen when Dazai brings his index to his lips. “Shhh… What a pity,” he repeats. “I’ll treat you to rice with tea,” he adds, more quietly.

alien, Misila

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'Say, Ango?' '…yes, Dazai-kun?' Dazai’s gaze was cast towards the sea as he murmured, 'You think there are any publishers, in the afterlife?'

warm whiskey, walking_through_autumn

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Corruption.  Chuuya can’t describe how it feels—can’t remember how it feels, really.  But he’s pulled from that state by a skim of Dazai’s hand; he collapses into firm arms and every time, no matter what, Chuuya’s never had his trust betrayed. He once asked Dazai what he was like under Corruption.  “Powerful,” Dazai had said, “The strongest creature on the planet.  You could rip us all apart.  Well, not me, of course.”

somewhere just a little closer to grace, haloud

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It's odd, this ache in his throat. Odasaku had been his friend – first, only. Chuuya had been... anything but. Frustrating, in ways Dazai hadn't had words for at the time. The most fun to play with, for the inevitable explosions and the equally inevitable thrill of a blade at his throat. Trusted, beyond the usual easy knowledge of how to manipulate him into serving Dazai's ends. The thought of the mafia, of Yokohama, without its tiny whirlwind of terrible taste and gleeful violence...

seconds from my heart, flyby

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Chuuya crossed his arms. “You are the biggest baby I have ever met in my life.” “So cruel, Chuuya!” Dazai’s muffled voice whined, and he hugged the pillow around his face. “Here I am on my deathbed and all you do is fling insults at me.”

Don’t Think I’m Doing This Because I Care, wispwords

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Fitzgerald's first step was at a university in Arkham. A dingy, decrepit place, long in need of refurbishment, although they were good enough to furnish him with a spot to land his helicopter.

The Call of Lovecraft, misumaru

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Dazai’s fingers trail along a row of spines. “When I die, I don’t want anyone to write a biography. Poetry is fine. A novel might be even better.”

They Taught Him to Bite Down Hard, shadow_lover

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Chuuya drummed his fingers against the desk, leaving dents. The very thought of kissing the crab made his skin crawl with revulsion, but… Dazai would probably be even more useless in a fight if he stayed like this. Although Chuuya supposed he could always pinch people. Or maybe he could throw Dazai at them?

The Crab Prince, misumaru

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Dazai grins. “This is kind of a low-scale establishment for someone of your rank to be drinking in. Right, Boss?” Odasaku stares at him for another few seconds, then picks up his drink and finishes it in one go. “Bartender, another, please.”

Boss, MiniNephthys

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The chase is probably the least horrible part of his new job. There’s something satisfying about weaving between the mess of city shrapnel, gawking bystanders, people calling emergency services, and the small mob attempting to move the other direction without losing track of Dazai. He catches the occasional reference point from the peaks of Dazai’s jumps, and as he gets closer, things get quiet enough that he can almost hear the laughter on the wind.

Catch Me!, Asher_Blackwood

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'You really are an idiot,' Chuuya said. 'I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but we’re in the tunnel leading to an enemy’s hideout, and you’re... you.' 'Come on, Chuuya,' Dazai moaned. 'Live a little...'

Target Practice, TheGreatCatsby

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'You’re mean, Kunikida,' Ranpo stated. 'It won’t kill you… Here, Kyouka-chan, do you want half a crisp?'

To learn something normal, Misila

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'Great,' Chuuya says. 'Fine.' He reaches down and takes Dazai’s hand. 'Why?!' Dazai yelps, his whole body tensing, as though Chuuya’s hand has burned him.

Broken, dgalerab

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'You idiot,' Dazai countered from far too close, his hands catching Chuuya before he could fall. 'You could have called, you know--' 'I don’t have your number!' 'You do too!' Chuuya twisted around, ignoring Dazai’s attempts to shove him onto his bed. 'You didn’t change your phone number? What the hell, Dazai!' 'I stole your phone and changed my number in it,' Dazai snapped at him, grabbing Chuuya’s shoulders and shoving him onto his bed. 'If I let go are you going to make the building implode?'

The Gravitational Pull of a Human Black Hole, Mornelithe_falconsbane

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Dazai dreams of death and Chuuya dreams of murder. Together, they’re unstoppable. They’re invincible.

and the cracks begin to show, ExorcisingEmily

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“Maybe it’s the other way around and Odasaku’s rescuing him,” says Yu. “Dazai-san doesn’t look very strong.” “I’m way stronger than I look,” says Dazai, weakly. The children give him Looks with varying degrees of ‘sure you are’.

Interrogation, MiniNephthys