#{{ look at dazai just taking any opportunity to carry chuuya

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City Lights

You belong to the Port Mafia and after Oda informs you that he is worried about Dazai's behavior, you both set out to try to find him.

Contents: afab!reader, mafia Dazai (but he acts more like ADA Dazai), fingering, cunnilingus on the edge of a building, praise, consensual, mentions of a possible suicide attempt, he calls you Bella, Donna and Belladonna, handjob, blowjob, unprotected sex, pull out.

Word count: 6.9K

+18 MDNI—Explicit content

A/N: this is my first time writing here, I just wanted to try and see what happens. English is not my first language so I apologize if there are any mistakes in my writing.

You ran desperately throughout the building, as much as your legs would carry you, opening every door that came your way, ignoring the screams and threats of the individuals inside the rooms once you determined that he was not there, only then did you leave the place to continue with your search, it was like a game of hide-and-seek in which someone's life was probably at stake and that someone was Dazai.

Once you made sure to check the entire place, you got on the elevator, taking the opportunity to try to regulate your heavy breathing. After pressing the number for the next floor, you took your cell phone out of your pocket to check if you had any messages from Oda, while you searched the upper floors he searched the lower ones, the first one to find him had to notify the other.

This search method was frankly tiring you out but Mori wouldn't let you see the cameras unless the mafia was in danger and unlike the two of you, no one else seemed really worried about the brunette, clearly, him thinking about making an attempt on his life was not something that surprised anyone. Normally not even the two of you would take it so seriously but Oda mentioned that he was uneasy about Dazai's behavior after a night of drinking, you just couldn't let it go and that's why he had told you, maybe because he knew you were the only person who would care as much as he did.

You weren't sure when he had time to get so deep into your heart but you weren't going to be calm until you saw him. If Chuuya realized you were so concern about Dazai he would most likely make fun of you but you would worry about him later.

If you were Dazai where would you be? You pondered that question a couple of times, getting frustrated in your attempt to find an answer, the one with chocolate eyes was simply too smart for you to be able to think like him, if he didn't want to be found no one would find him, that was a fact. Whenever you tried to think like him you ended up coming to the same conclusion, maybe he was on the roof but it didn't make sense to you, he wasn't such a typical person who just wanted to end his life anyway, Osamu wouldn't jump off the roof because the end could be physically painful and he felt rejection towards the pain. However, after having just that one idea you found yourself going back to the elevator and pressing the number for the top floor, skipping the other ones and ignoring everything in that place to go straight to the stairs that led to the roof.

The door was half open, letting in the outside air, you pushed it slightly and looked out realizing that your hunch was correct. There he was, standing on the edge of the building, one wrong step and it would be a fatal fall. He was wearing only his white shirt and black pants, without his black trench coat, his shoes lay next to him perfectly placed, he had his hands in his pockets and his gaze fixed on the view in front of him.

You let out a sigh of relief and text Oda immediately, you told him to go home and that this time you would take care of him, he didn't seem as serious as you thought after all. You closed the door behind you softly and slowly approached him.

"Could you come down from there?" You asked him in a calm voice, a bit of softness to speed up the process, frankly you were too tired to stay there all night.

"Belladonna, have you seen how beautiful the city looks from here?" He asked without turning around, he didn't need to do it to know who was behind him. You weren't surprised that he had noticed so easily, maybe he knew from the beginning that you would come. "It's like a painting in motion... I wonder how many of the people down there have something to hold onto."

"Something to hold on to?" You asked, your gaze traveling from his body to what was in front of him, the city. Modern buildings, some unnecessarily tall structures that cost a fortune to build, the entire place was filled with bright lights interrupting the night with its light pollution and the unmistakable noise of the crowd below overshadowed the calm sound of the wind.

"Something that makes them wake up every morning and be grateful for being alive, their family, friends, a pet or even a love... it may not even be a living being for some of them," he explained, turning calmly, his feet touching the edge of the abyss for a second making your heart skip a beat. "People cling to work because they need money, I think they will also have something that makes them subconsciously cling to life, something that makes them happy enough to want to continue living."

You couldn't be sure if all this speech was coming from his alcohol intake, probably not, those words could perfectly well come out of the mouth of a completely sober Dazai, Oda said that he had drunk more than normal but surely he wasn't even drunk, he was just saying whatever was on his mind.

"Do you have something to hold on to Bella?" He asked, placing one of his hands on his chin, narrowing his eyes as he looked directly at you, as if he could read your mind. "Let's not go too deep... you have something to make you cling to the mafia?"

"You know I have it" you responded, looking away from him again.

Anyone with half a brain in the mafia could guess the answer to that question.

The same reason you had joined the mafia was the reason you clung to it, Nakahara Chuuya. Since you had joined the sheep you swore loyalty to the redhead and unlike the rest of your friends that loyalty remained even after the rest betrayed him, no matter what they said, if he had collaborated with the Port Mafia he would have his reasons, if he had joined them he would have his reasons for that too and as long as he allowed you to accompany him you were going to be by his side no matter what happened. Even in the mafia your loyalty was not really to Mori but to the gravity manipulator, if Chuuya's loyalty was with that man then yours would be too.

"Chibi-chan is lucky" the brunette assured, smiling, hiding sadness in that gesture, not even bothering to hide it enough so that you couldn't notice it. Did he hope that he was the reason why you clung to this place? Or maybe it just affected him to think that he was the only one who had nothing to hold on to.

You almost never understood him, mainly his fixation with death gave you chills, his way of acting seemed confusing and his intellect was overwhelming but there was something in particular about him that kept catching your attention, that aura of a writer in pain, which he carried as if it were his eternal luggage. You can't help but feel that he was suffering as only artists knew how to suffer and that made you want to pay attention to him every time he entered a room. His suffering was poetic and intriguing, you wanted to know what was really behind all that, what was behind Dazai Osamu's mask, that's why you had let him get so close to you, dig an egg in your heart and get into it as much as he felt like it.

"Come and dance with me," he said, extending one of his hands gently, his flirtatious expression now replacing that hurt smile.

"I'll dance with you if you come down from there." You assured crossing your arms, he pouted at your response.

"But if you dance with me here we can have a better view" he tried to convince you, put both hands in the air pretending that he was placing one of them on someone`s shoulder and holding their waist with the other, humming a song that you didn't know he began to move gracefully over the edge of the building, dirtying his feet with the dust accumulated on the cement, the way he carelessly turned on the tips of his feet seemed like he was dancing with death.

He winked at you before making another spin, staggering enough to scare you so you ran up to him and pulled one of his hands making him fall to the opposite side of the chasm, accidentally taking you with him, falling on your back while he landed next to you on one of his shoulders.

"You're an idiot" you mentioned, getting up when you heard him laugh from the ground, he lay down on his back, crumpling and dirtying his white shirt, not that he cared anyway. His eyesight no longer appreciated the city lights but the sky above your heads.

"You should stop hanging out with Chuuya, you're starting to sound like him." He put both hands behind his head and used them as a pillow, he didn't seem ready to get up yet. "You came to stop me, didn't you?"

You nodded and he let out a sigh.

"If you keep worrying so much about me I'm going to start thinking that you like me, Bella." From his tone he sounds like a little boy who just wants to annoy, it's like he expected that comment to make you angry but you don't even take him seriously, he wanted to provoke you like he did with Chuuya but that behavior was nothing new for you and unlike the redhead, you could let Dazai's attitude go.

Ignoring his comment, you walked until you rested your hands on the edge of the building, getting a better view of the landscape that he adored a few minutes ago. He was right, it was a painting in motion. You could understand how anyone would be struck by that interesting urban chaos.

The brunette sighed, his body still resting on the ground, one of his legs crossed over the other, his hair disheveled and his eyes left the starry sky to rest on you, admiring your figure. Although he knew that you and Chuuya didn't have a physical or romantic relationship, he couldn't help but think that the blue-eyed boy was lucky. Osamu was almost sure that you would never mind him touching you, from your body language he deduced that a part of you really was attracted to the gravity manipulator but he was too distracted to notice. And although Dazai himself had tried to make him seen it several times, he always told him to shut up. His obstinacy was sad, a true waste of a beautiful lady's interest.

Why were you wasting your time waiting for someone too clueless to notice you?

If it were him, Dazai, he would have realized it in an instant and would never have wasted your time, whatever you wanted from him he would have gladly given it to you. He wasn't Chuuya but he did suffer because of how much he wanted to touch you, run his fingers over your smooth skin, caress every corner of you that he could reach. Your body was what he occasionally craved more than death.

Eternal rest had enchanted him, it had seduced him a long time ago and he couldn't wait for destiny to let him fall into its arms, but he was clear that he would escape from it if you gave him the opportunity to try you at least once. To get rid of the doubts he has, how sweet your essence would be, how drunk would he be if it spilled on his lips, how much your silhouette would hypnotize him in the middle of his hands full of sin. You made him wonder so many things that he could rarely sleep when you got into his head at night.

"Chibi-chan is lucky," he repeated to himself, part of him cursing that the redhead would let the wind take away that ticket to happiness that the world had carefully laid at his feet.

"If you repeat it so much I'm going to start to think that you're envious of him," you mentioned without turning around, as a joke, assuming that he would defend himself with some childish comment, bringing out that immature behavior that the mere mention of the gravity manipulator caused in him. However, Dazai was not in the mood to play children's games that night.

"Maybe a little," he admits with a shrug, getting up from the ground and approaching you with his hands in his pockets.

You frowned in confusion at what you had just heard, turning to find him just a few steps away from you. "What could you envy about Chuuya?"

This was that type of behavior that always surprised you, he usually spent his time getting the redhead out of his mind as much as he could, teasing him, making fun of him, provoking him in every way he could think of, but now he calmly revealed that a part of him envied Nakahara. Dazai Osamu was quite a puzzle.

He took a few more steps towards you and you instinctively backed away until you collided with the edge of the building, he stopped inches from you, tilting his head down to carefully observe your face adorned with bewilderment and confusion.

"The way you look at him" he sighed "I don't know if I'd call it jealousy but I definitely wish I was in his place."

You froze for a second, he sounded sincere but frankly you weren't sure how much you could trust what Dazai was telling you, after all his intelligence surpassed yours, he could probably make you believe whatever he wanted, although it was not clear to you what he would gain from what he was telling you.

"Stop joking, Dazai," you warned him, fixing your eyes on his, trying to make him understand through your serious look that you weren't in the mood for that kind of games, not when he got so into character.

"I promise you I'm not joking" he clarified, raising both hands in a sign of innocence, he didn't feel like playing with that topic either, at least not now. The way the city lights illuminated you from below gave you an aura worthy of admire for him, he couldn't play with you at a moment like that, when you looked so especially charming. "I can prove it to you if you want," he offered as naturally as he would offer you a glass of water, although it was not clear to you what exactly he was offering you.

"Prove it to me?" you asked, bewildered. His hands returned to his pockets and he nodded slightly. "Prove what to me, Dazai?"

Without making any sudden movements, he took his hands out of his pockets again, being aware of how uneasy he had made you feel by his sudden confession, he slowly brought his hands closer to one of yours, taking it to bring it to his mouth and after lightly licking his lips, he planted a small kiss on the back of your hand, hoping to calm you with his gentle gesture. He proceeded to explain himself "I would like to prove to you how much I want you to look at me the way you look at Chuuya."

You could have sworn that you had felt your heart skip a beat and you froze for a second, repeating his words in your head over and over again, processing them to make sure you weren't imagining things, that proposal had really come out of the brunette's mouth, he was actually in front of you, ensuring that he meant what he said.

You blinked several times when Dazai's lips crashed into yours after accepting his request. Beyond how much everything that was happening seemed strange to you, it intrigued you after all, like everything that had to do with him. You didn't know where he wanted to go with all this, what exactly he hoped to achieve or what feelings towards Chuuya he was referring to but you were willing to take the risk because you were interested in that brown-haired man after all. More in a general way than romantically, however you didn't want to let go the opportunity to get closer to him and discover what awaited you in his proposal.

His lips were thin, soft, gentle at first, the taste of what he had drunk still lingered on them but you didn't dislike it. His hands went delicately to your body, confidently placing one on your waist, bringing you closer to him while the other cupped your face, his thumb barely had contact with your cheek, his touch was respectful of you, he moved forward timidly while he made sure you felt comfortable with him and then he took you as if he didn't want to let you go.

With your eyes closed, you sank into the kiss, your hands slowly passed through his chest until they surrounded his neck and buried themselves in his scalp, allowing you to play with his soft brown hair while you gave him access to your mouth. You didn't expect him to melt you for him so easily but it wasn't a surprise to you either, he was naturally skilled at everything he put his mind to, this wouldn't be an exception. He won the battle for dominance of the kiss without problems and he explored your oral cavity anxiously as he took even more of you, desire growing inside him every time he got more, everything was better than he had imagined.

Your body reacted so perfectly to him, to the passage of his palms, it was not as if you were made to fit with him but rather as if you molded to his taste, as if your body told him where he should go but at the same time took him where he wanted to go. He was sure that your mouth was the place he would return to without thinking about it, it could be his eternal vice and he would never get tired of the sweet and addictive feeling of your lips against his, if he had to receive the kiss of death he hoped it would come from you, he couldn't resist anyone else kissing him from now on. He went down to your neck and your aroma filled his nostrils, making him wish his pillows smelled like that. Sleeping every night with that comforting smell sounded like paradise. Now he would never want to be separated from you, not after you made him obsessed with you this way.

"You are exquisite Belladonna" he whispered, bringing his lips to your ear, slowly licking your earlobe causing your entire body to tingle, his arms wrapped around your waist, curling even more as he took another step closer, pressing his body against yours, slightly tucking one of his legs between yours. "I wonder how far you'll let me go."

He raised his knee a little, until his thigh made contact with your clothed cunt, he applied pressure lightly getting a gasp from you and unconsciously your thighs tightened around his leg preventing him from moving, which drew a smile on Dazai's lips.

The brunette's hands were filled with audacity and slowly left your waist to travel to your ass, he stopped for a moment to wait for a slap from you, one that never came, that was the proof he needed to know that he had now intoxicated you so much in him that he had you where he wanted. He gave your cheeks a gentle squeeze, a gasp escaping your lips while a satisfying hum escaped his own, every part of you was too alluring not to place his sinful fingers on it, he took the time to enjoy the contact between his finger tips and every centimeter of your body.

"I think I've proven enough" he whispered in your ear as a warning, letting you know that he was about to walk away, thinking that if he had achieved his goal you would immediately stop him and just like that, you did it, you didn't understand exactly why or how but now you needed him. You couldn't let him walk away now that he had stolen a little of your breath and a little of your common sense.

Your grip tightened slightly, you didn't say anything but it was easy to understand the meaning behind that, you didn't want him to move away. And that's how Dazai understood it, complying with the implicit order you had given him, he joined his lips with yours again, carrying this second kiss with more lust than the previous one.

He gave your ass another squeeze, harder this time, and leaned over you, his height trapping you completely between him and the edge of the building, at any other time you would have yelled at him to get away because it could be dangerous, but now there was something exciting about having the bright lights of the city behind you while the brown-eyed man's lips moved down your neck, sucking your skin with desire and the need to record every part of you in every part of himself.

You knew that Chuuya would judge you for this, your mind would probably go blank when he asked you where the hickeys that Dazai was leaving so passionately on your neck had come from, so you would have to hope that the redhead didn't find out that it was precisely Mackerel who skillfully unbuttoned your shirt while you sighed for him every time his knee pressed on that special place between your legs. The one with blue eyes would never leave you alone if he knew that you had let Osamu put his eyes on your breasts and he would recriminate you for the rest of your life if you told him, that you allowed him not only to place his hands but also his lips on them. Nakahara would be a pain in the ass if you admitted that your panties got wet for no one else and no other than the youngest leader in the history of the Port Mafia.

Dazai, on the other hand, was fascinated with you, with your breasts and the soft sounds that escaped your mouth every time he ran his tongue over what wasn't covered by your bra, but although he was delighted with it, he didn't take long to take the next step and let one of his hands went down your abdomen, caressing your soft skin until he reached the button on your pants, which he got rid of in a matter of seconds to slide his hand between your panties.

"Oh, 'Donna, what do we have here?" He asked rhetorically as he felt the wetness in your pussy, a teasing tone and a smirk plastered on his face caused your cheeks to burn. A sudden stroke of shyness because of his comment attacked you and you wanted to push him away, putting your hands on his chest but before you could do it he started making circles on your clit making you moan. "Beautiful, come on, sing more for me."

It was music to his ears, an unmatched melody, it was like a delicacy that he could taste every time he heard it, delicious. He wanted more, he needed more and that was what he got by accelerating his rhythm, a series of moans, sweet, desperate, it made his skin crawl and his member throb in his pants.

The brunette bit his lower lip when you threw your head back, eyes closed and lips parted, your eyebrows furrowed slightly every time you sighed and the expression of satisfaction on your face could easily be worthy of a museum if you asked Dazai. The representation of beauty appeared before him, you were like a muse and he was definitely a lucky man, how could he not consider himself one after what he was experiencing.

He abandoned your clit and his finger slowly slid to your folds, he kissed your collarbones sweetly and began to insert his digit, delighting in how good your walls felt surrounding him, your warmth welcoming him as he had been longing for so long. It was like a dream but it felt real, although nothing real had ever felt so good to him before, he could almost give up his death wish if you asked him, with your voice shaking and your eyes covered in desire. He could kneel before you if you asked him to and he did, even though you didn't ask him.

You whimpered when he took his hands off of you and then opened your eyes, you saw him smile at you, what you would describe as an mischievous smile spread across his face when his hands went to the hem of your pants, he winked at you and his eyes told you to trust him, so already too invested in that situation, you trusted.

Without your pants being a problem he placed one of his hands on your lower abdomen, gently pushing you until you were lying on the edge of the building, there was barely enough room for your torso, your head was hanging off the edge and you could see the city lights, you got lost in them for a second while the man with chocolate eyes slid your panties down your legs until they fell to the floor.

Dazai placed your legs on his shoulders, holding your thighs with his arms to make sure he didn't let you fall, he would never forgive himself if he did. Osamu didn't know which he loved more at this point, the view of the city from the edge or the view of your wet cunt, probably the latter since he was the only one who could see it. He moved closer and you could feel his breath hit your entrance, he licked his lips before placing a kiss on your clit.

That he was a messy eater didn't surprise you, it was almost expected, what you would never have expected was how good he was at it, eager to please, to listen to how you succumbed more and more to his charms. All the slurping, sucking and wet sounds he caused were lost in the wind along with the lewd sounds that escaped your mouth.

You two were lucky no one came up to the roof.

You started to get dizzy, being upside down was starting to affect you but with how good he made you feel you didn't want to move, not only was your entire body gripped by lust but you had a beautiful view, how were you supposed to want to stop this?

With his tongue between your folds he pumped his head at a steady pace, tongue fucking you, occasionally switching to giving a few quick licks to your clit. Your wetness covered his mouth and he was happy about it, he went against you like a hungry man, ready to satisfy himself with you, he wanted to taste as much of you as he could as if you were his favorite candy, one that if he didn't eat now he didn't know when he would be able to eat again. This was his chance, now or never, he had to take advantage while he could or he would regret it later.

"Dazai, feels so good" your hands went to his scalp and buried themselves in it, you brought him closer to you almost as if you didn't care if he runs out air, god knows he didn't care if he did. What could be better than dying between your legs? Thinking of himself as Shakespeare, he would say that it would be like finding heaven without even entering it, he would definitely brag to the demons and bother the angels by claiming that his heaven is better than theirs.

Your legs trembled around his head and your back arched, it was too much, your orgasm crawled up to you, a knot in the lower part of your stomach that threatened to unravel at any moment, you warned him with heavy breathing. You asked him to go slower but he couldn't allow himself to do that, not when you were so close to the climax he was dying to witness.

His hands held your thighs tightly, avoiding digging his nails into you because he wasn't looking to hurt you, he wouldn't forgive himself for that, he wanted to please you, not hurt you, he couldn't hurt you, especially now that he knew how well his name sounded on your lips when you moaned it.

The lights of the city disappeared as your eyes closed when you felt like you were going to touch heaven the second you came on Dazai's face, your fluids dripping down your thighs and onto his chin but that didn't stop him, he licked your folds until you finished riding your high.

"That was beautiful, Donna," he said, getting up from the ground and pulling you by the waist, he helped you sit down. You barely knew where you were. Your half-open eyes focused on him and he joined his lips with yours, making you taste yourself. "You're lovely."

He helped you stand up, he was afraid that you would fall if he didn't take you away from the abyss, one fall from there and he would lose you, death would not forgive you after you took away the man who wanted her most. The brunette was sure that she was a jealous being.

"Do you think you can help me with something?" He whispered in your ear as if he was afraid the city behind him could hear him.

"With what?" You asked between the dizziness and the intensity of your climax, between the dopamine and oxytocin, the feeling of well-being was too good to allow you to concentrate on anything.

"This" taking one of your wrists, the one with brown eyes took it until he placed your hand on the bulge in his pants, it was painfully hard, he let out a sigh as you cradled him, stroking him slowly as you watched him bite his lip.

You started very clumsily but Dazai didn't pay much attention to that, it was a matter of time before your other hand helped you by going to his belt, you thought you had understood what he wanted you to do. The sound of the buckle hitting the ground interrupted the wind for a second as you knelt in front of him, undoing the button on his pants, your thumbs pulling down his boxers just enough to free his member and one of your hands wrapping around him, he gasped and threw his head back. You began to make slow movements along his length and he pushed his hips a little, motivating you to go faster, he was beginning to get desperate.

His tip, aching red, began to drip with precum so you used your thumb to spread some, you licked your lips settling down on your knees which were scraping lightly on the cement of the floor, some dust on your skin but you weren't paying attention to the dirt of the place but to Dazai's reactions, his soft sighs and the way he pushed his hips against your hand every now and then.

You opened your mouth, your head moving unconsciously towards his cock. Feeling your breath on him his gaze turned to you, you almost took his breath away when you timidly placed your lips on his tip, he cursed in a whisper, the surprising sensation of pleasure that ran over him made him gasp harder than before, his nails dug into his palms and he had to stop himself from grabbing your head and pushing himself until he hit your throat and made you choke on him, it wasn't the time for that but he would definitely save the idea for another day. You pumped your head a little, just focusing on the head while your hand worked on the rest at a similar pace, his eyes couldn't stop looking at the way his dick was slowly disappearing in your mouth. How was it possible that you looked so angelic and seductively sinful at the same time?

A small but unexpected thrust on his part made your gag reflex worse for a second so you had to separate for a moment, you coughed but quickly composed yourself, although you wanted to take him again he stopped you, he couldn't let everything continue to focus so much on himself when he was dying to have your legs wrapped around his waist and your eyes with dilated pupils focused on him while he slam into you.

"We have many days for you to finish that." Of course, now that he knew the paradise you were, he would claim you as his own. "Would you mind lying down for me?"

The stars of the late night were the spectators of how you did what he asked you, lying on your back, your legs were bent but the shame that you had not gotten rid of yet forced you to keep them together, tenderly he knelt just before open them with the same delicacy that he used at the beginning.

Even with your open blouse on and your bra you felt very exposed when the brunette took a second to appreciate you from head to toe, kneeling in front of you, his gaze felt heavy, it was like the one of a predator, he would intimidate you if you showed him weakness for a second, perhaps that's how those who feared him felt, however, unlike with them, that look did nothing more than silently praise your body. Of course you still didn't learn enough about him to notice that difference.

Dazai took place in between your legs, with his member in one of his hands, he ran his tip up and down your folds, filling it with your fluids, enjoying your sighs of satisfaction and despair at the same time. You didn't know what he was waiting for, you thought maybe he wanted some kind of approval but when you were about to give it, he entered your pussy in one thrust, unexpectedly stretching you out, your back arched and you both moaned in unison.

"Oh, you take me so well." He said with relief, satisfaction radiating from his face.

You surrounded him with your legs and held on to his biceps when his hands rested on either side of your body, contrary to what you expected considering his first thrust, he started calmly, giving you time to get used to it. Although it didn't take you long to do so, soon you were saying his name as if it were a prayer, asking him to go faster and clearly your wishes were orders to him. His pace not only became more constant but he began to bury himself harder inside you, your walls around him could easily be his downfall and he would never complain.

He looked at where the two of you joined together, he wanted to engrave that image in his head, it would serve him so well when you appeared in his thoughts and you weren't around, he would have something that would help him entertain himself, calm his cravings and the possible erection that he remembering you would cause him. Your walls tightening around him, your nails digging on his skin, your legs on his waist and your breasts moving every time he thrust into you, a perfect combination for him, that motivated him to go all out but not as much as your shaky voice that was occasionally interrupted by moans.

His hips against yours generated the unmistakable sound of flesh against flesh, his balls collided against your ass and you could feel him so much deeper each time, making a pleasurable current spread through your body, your toes curled, your breathing was extremely irregular, you were losing yourself too much in your satisfaction again and the last straw was when Dazai hit your cervix.

"Too deep," you whimpered.

You had never felt anyone so deep inside you, this was a new experience. You felt full, totally, and it was glorious.

Without saying anything, the one with brown eyes move your bra away and brought his lips to one of your nipples, stimulating you even more, between that and the rough way he went against you, it seemed like he was trying to make you faint by giving so much to you, you could barely deal with it all that. Your entire body bristle and your eyes even watered a little. From how well you were stretching for him, Dazai guessed that it was a matter of time before you came around him and the simple idea of it made his member throb inside you, he was close too.

With the slight sound of a 'pop' he left your nipple to start sucking the other, he was becoming messy again, he cover your breasts with his saliva and his thrusts became clumsier, he was almost reaching his limit, was closer than he would like to admit, so he continued with a more unpredictable rhythm, rearranging your guts as he pleased.

Dazai couldn't help but think that maybe pleasure was the apple that God told Adam and Eve not to eat. Perhaps the fruit was nothing more than a metaphor for the other's body, but for them the exquisite view in front was too tempting, the snake could simply be the representation of the lust that was in them, of the desire to sinfully touch the other for more than only reproductive purposes. At this point nothing makes more sense than abandoning paradise for this kind of overwhelming, delicious, sinful joy.

You started panting heavily, your vision blurring slightly thanks to the tears that fell from your eyes, there were only two but they held so much satisfaction that they were proof of how much Dazai wanted you to look at him the way you looked at Chuuya, all the pleasure he gave to your body was the fair and necessary proof that what he had said was not a joke at all.

A high pitched moan escaping inevitably from your lips was the prelude to your orgasm, although you knew it was coming, it caught you by surprise taking complete control of your body, causing your eyes to narrow, your legs tightened around his waist imprisoning him, holding him close as your walls clenched hard around his member, covering him with your fluids and triggering his own orgasm, barely giving him time to get out of you. The brunette let out a grunt and pulled out of you in one quick movement, coming into your stomach, covering your skin with thick ropes of his cum as he panted, almost complaining about having to leave your warm interior.

"I have to say, you are addictive Belladonna." He smirk and winks at you with a loving and tired expression plastered on his face.

You chuckled at his comment, too tired to say a word as you tried to compose yourself after your climax.

Dazai threw his head back while breathing heavily, he looked exhausted, beads of sweat had accumulated on his forehead and his hair was completely messy but he looked more relieved and alive than ever. His eyes were on the starry sky as he gathered the energy to move, which took him a couple of minutes.

You didn't think you would say this, and you probably wouldn't really say it out loud, opening your mouth to admit that Dazai Osamu had turned your entire world upside down was giving him too much power over you that he couldn't possess for one simple reason, it would raise his ego and God have mercy on the Port Mafia if that happens. Although you didn't admit it, you did ask him for a favor, to keep this between you two and although he assure you that his lips were sealed, nothing would stop him from bragging a little without giving too many details.

"Oi, Chuuya" Dazai hummed, lengthening the 'a' as he entered the blue-eyed man's office where the two of you were reviewing the details of a mission.

The redhead rolled his eyes, not wanting to even speak to him at this moment since his head was hurting already, he just massaged his temples and pointed to the door as a way of telling him to get out, something the brunette clearly had no intention of doing.

"I have a question, have you ever fucked?" The indiscreet question from the youngest leader of the Port Mafia not only made you almost choke on your own saliva but also made Nakahara automatically look at him with hatred, he didn't know where this was going but he knew beforehand that it would irritate him.

"What the hell is that question about, Mackerel?" Chuuya barks at Osamu, both confused and annoyed by the brunette's unnecessary and clearly unexpected interruption.

"I was just curious, I thought maybe your anger problems are because you need to release some tension with a woman... or a man, if that makes my dog happy so be it." said the one with brown eyes, letting himself fall carelessly into one of the chairs in front of the gravity manipulator's desk. "There is nothing more satisfying than directly seeing the pleasure in the eyes of the person you make love with, don't you think?"

Although Dazai was talking to Chuuya you could feel that he was directing his words to you, he had a malicious smile as if he enjoyed indirectly showing off to the redhead in his own way what he had done. It was Dazai's way of giving the blue-eyed man a small clue that he intended to steal you from him.

[machiavellinism-blog]

chu ~ stands on his tip toes to kiss dazai's chin cause its the only thing he can reach -.-

  je t’aime, mon cher. ▓ ▓▓▓▓▓ @ravertia

            ❝ —𝐎𝐇, 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄, ❞ he says with laughter spilling between the words. with ease, dazai lifts chuuya by securing a hold under his thighs. ❝ give me ONE MORE ?? ❞ he leans in to brush his nose against chuuya’s cheek. lips just barely touching.

[allisonlol]

Omg I would love a part two of the s/o moving in 😖💞

a/n: hell yea!! u didn't specify what characters so i just chose some at random!!

warnings: none!

(Fyodor, Dazai) When Their S/O Moves in with Them

Fyodor

he has great taste so i know he has the best designed place

only second to chuuya's

lives in an apartment near the outskirts of the city

has that nice ass dark interior too

but i digress

fyodor would let you move in only weeks after you started dating if you wanted to

and who wouldn't

sees this as a way to keep you closer to him, and therefore safer

rushes you to get all your stuff moved in after only a day??

probably calls nikolai over to help carry the furniture bc both of y’all are too WEAK

...which ends up being very eventful

^nikolai drops your favorite lamp down the stairs btw. and yes it broke </3

you guys share a bedroom since he doesn’t have an extra guest room 

fyodor probably has some secret room locked up that you’re NOT allowed to enter

dw it’s just his office lol. he’s trying so hard to be mysterious 😐

it’s always super hot in his apartment because he keeps the thermostat set to like 80 degrees

you’ll be sweating and begging him to turn it down while he still continues to insist that he’s freezing

ok that’s enough slander for today

his apartment always smells good!! like that clean linen febreeze

there’s always some soft classical or symphonic music playing over the surround sound at any given time; it’s actually really soothing

his kitchen is always STOCKED with the best kinds of foreign foods too...fyodor is a man of taste as previously mentioned 🤗

Dazai

move into what, lmao?? a storage unit???

kidding. i’d hope he’s moved out of there by now

but we all know that dazai is practically broke 

so his apartment is pretty small and basic, like a studio apartment

i’m being pretty generous with these but:

dazai is another one who wants you to move in right away, after a few months of dating or so

unlikely that you'd get your own room since the apt is already so small

not that u mind...(or maybe u do, idfk)

dazai is that specific breed of person that NEVER locks their doors so pls start doing that for him 😟

^sometimes atsushi just randomly shows up?? he tells u it’s because before u moved in, HE was the one who made sure dazai didn’t leave any important documents out in the open for ppl to find

his apt is surprisingly clean tho?? probably cuz he can't afford many belongings in the first place

i'm not sorry that this has just turned into repeatedly bashing dazai and his living situation

once you've unpacked your stuff and settled in, you make his place actually look lived in

while you're there, you take it as an opportunity to help him fix his absolutely cursed sleep schedule

literally have to drag him to bed at a normal time

you do most of the shopping too, since the first day you moved in and checked the fridge it was completely EMPTY

dazai could care less about how you furnish or organize the place, so feel free to do whatever you'd like with it

taglist: @deadmitochondria @miycutie @xelia25 @scul-pted @exorcisedstraydog @gogolyouwhat @chuuyasboots @shy-socially-awkward-intovert @beandaifuku @ravenina14 @sonder-paradise @imhanako

[misa-chans-world]

Hi hi! First time requesting something so I hope this is going well- can I request an Dazai x reader (or any other bungo stray dogs character with him) Where the reader saves His ass

Like dazai was having troubles in a mission and was being ambushed by the enemy when theyre s/o busted in and saved his ass!

Hope this makes sense🧍🏻‍♀️

A/n: sounds so much fun~ I got a bit carried away with the fic tho, sorry!

Dazai x fem!reader who saves him

“Where’s Dazai?” You ask as you enter the ADA office where Kunikida is sitting behind a computer, typing something.

“Dazai? He went on a mission.”

“Wait, he went two days back. He still hasn’t returned?”

“He hasn’t. I don’t know what that bonehead is doing. All he had to do was deliver a letter to the Mafia and return with their response…”

You don’t wait to hear the rest of Kunikida-san’s complaints about Dazai. You rush out of the building and drive to the Mafia base in your car. You drive so fast that you almost crash with a truck, and after muttering a quick apology, you’re back to your mission - finding Dazai.

As soon as you reach the Mafia base, you rush to the basement which is where you feel Dazai could be. As you reach there, you realize that you were right, he is indeed there. He’s badly bruised and there is blood on his lower lip.

“You shouldn’t have come.”

Dazai looks at you, eyes telling you to go back.

“I’m not going back, Dazai, I need to get you out of this wretched place.”

You walk to him and undo the iron chains binding him to the pillar. Dazai collapses onto the ground and it’s only then that you realize that he had been shot earlier by the enemy.

“Dazai!”

You almost lift him onto your back when you hear sharp short footsteps coming towards you. Placing Dazai gently on the ground, you get ready to defend you and him.

“Long time no see, Y/n.”

Chuuya looks at you emotionlessly from the door.

“Same here, onii-san.”

“You still think of me as a brother?”

“You’re just a good guy doing bad things,” you say. “I still think of you as my elder brother even though we’re twins. Back to why I’m here.”

“Ah, I’m not letting you take Dazai with you, imouto.”

“You promised you wouldn’t hurt me.”

“I’m an executive now, I have no bigger promise than being loyal to the Mafia.”

“Why did you assault Dazai in the first place? He just came to give a letter to your boss.”

“Letter?! What letter?”

“Dazai came to give Mori a letter from the ADA. Didn’t he tell you?”

“I just saw him standing by the entrance and found it to be the perfect opportunity to pay him back for betraying me.”

“So the letter is still with him…”

You kneel down and open Dazai’s coat pocket and take out an envelope.

“I can’t believe you did this, Chuuya.”

“What’s there to not believe? Hand over the letter.”

“I’m not giving it to you. I’ll only give it to your boss.”

Before you know it, the envelope is in his hands.

“Now get lost from here, you’re stinking up the place.”

Saying this, Chuuya climbs up the stairs and disappears.

You decide to stay as you need the reply letter. As you examine Dazai in the meantime, you find the bullet stuck in his upper abdomen. They had aimed for the chest but missed, you realize. Anger spreads like wildfire through your body. You pull out the bullet slowly and carefully, and blood oozes out a bit. Immediately, you take a clean handkerchief from your bag and clean the wound. You wipe off the blood on his lip gently and tend to his wounds.

After a while, when you’re running your fingers through his hair, he gains consciousness and looks around. The sudden movement hurt him a lot and he winced.

“Are we still at the Mafia headquarters?” Dazai asks.

“Yes, now don’t move. Take some rest.” “We need to get out of here, y/n.”

“I’m waiting for the reply letter.”

“The letter, oh, I forgot about it.”

“Chuuya grabbed it from me and went to give it to Mori, I guess.”

“I’m going to kick Chuuya’s ass when he gets here.”

“You’re doing nothing of that sort.”

“But he-”

“The mission was supposed to be a peaceful one. Please don’t ruin it any further.”

“Ugh, fine.”

“How are you feeling?”

“My stomach hurts terribly.”

You hug him softly. “You’ll get better soon,” you say as you run your fingers through his hair.

Dazai hugs back softly too, resting his head on your shoulder.

What happens after that: Chuuya finds out you’re dating Dazai and he starts lecturing you but Dazai comes to the rescue <3

[chuuya-centric]

making out hcs

characters: osamu dazai, ranpo edogawa, chuuya nakahara

genre: suggestive

warnings: gn reader, no pronouns used, uhm 🧍 yk it gets a lil steamy and has like mentions of sex ??? but theres def nothing super explicit

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↬making out with dazai is always ............ interesting to say the least 🧐 it can happen anywhere, at anytime, and you'll never know until it's too late

↬sometimes it'll start out as a quick peck, and then another, and another, and— hey, is it just you or does each kiss keep getting longer 🤨 when did he slip your coat off ??-?_;?? now his arms r around your waist and .............. o look at that he's got you pressed up against the wall with u gasping for air bc he's barely giving you anytime to breathe

↬speaking of, his kisses always leave u breathless 🧎 he is such a good kisser please lord i just know it 🛐🛐

↬he usually just leaves after these types of makeout sessions (much to your annoyance) 💀💀💀 he likes getting you all worked up and then going right back to work like he didnt just have his tongue down your throat and his leg between ur thighs

↬other times his kisses r slower n more passionate from the get-go and u know exactly where this is ab to lead (these types of make out sessions will often lead to sex tbh, they're always really sensual and smooth and he has no intent of leaving u all high n dry)

↬personally he prefers kissing w (a lot of) tongue, but if ur not into it, he'll understand and "do his best" to take that into account (but dont be surprised if you end up w his tongue in your mouth either way 💀 if you like it ? fantastic 😚💖 if you dont ?? he loves seeing u squeal in disgust and try to push him away in surprise LMFAO)

↬he always somehow tastes like sake with a little bit of mint ?;?_(&?$-_??$&? dont ask me how but he does 🤨🚶 that being said he tastes better than you'd expect and kissing him is a magical experience 🤤

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↬ranpo's kisses r sweet like candy

↬jk but he does taste like candy so ig that wasnt an entirely inaccurate statement 😚😚

↬he isn't usually one to initiate the kiss tbh, he prefers when you do it LMAO 💀 but whenever he does, they're most likely to be a quick peck to your lips or cheek (he isn't really a fan of any kinds of pda bc he actually gets embarrassed rlly easily)

↬behind closed doors, however, is a different story 🚶🧑‍🦯 hes a lil more likely to initiate the kiss and whenever he does ............ o lord 🧎🧎🧎 theyre fs a reflection of him

↬ranpo's kisses r very fun and airy, !! and out of these three men here, he's the most likely to laugh and smile and giggle in between kisses

↬making out with him is an experience given to you from the gods PLEASSSKEEEE and it's never awkward bc if sth happens you'll both just laugh ab it and carry on

↬usually makeout sessions start bc u gave him a kiss, but he was feeling clingy (not that he'd ever admit it 💀💀💀) so he pulled you back in for another, and another, and another, and hey look at that, you've been kissing him for the past 15 minutes and now ur both gasping for breath

↬doesn't really mind tongue, enjoys it even 🧏 and when he tastes so sweet, how could you refuse him 🧐❓

↬OH MY GOD HIS FAVOURITE THING IS WHEN let me turn off caps okay his favourite thing is when he's eating his candies or whatever (probably like hard candy tho yk so you cant just bite into that shit immiediately it has to sit and melt a lil idk) and u ask him what flavour it is and he'll pull you into a kiss and let you taste for yourself and take a guess (dont be surprised if you actually end up w the candy afterwards, he doesnt mind sharing so long as it's with you <33)

↬RANPO MAKE OUT WITH ME CHALLENGE ;!_(&!-??&!:?:!&(:!:!_!&;

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↬chuuya's kisses r nothing short of rough and passionate

↬his kisses also tend to be v rushed and sloppy however that doesn't mean they're not enjoyable

↬i'd dare call him the middle ground between dazai and ranpo 🤨🧐 kisses aren't like every five minutes (dazai im lookin at you 🤨), but rather spaced out throughout the day as to keep you satisfied

↬once again ............. he is a tongue man. he tastes like a fine (slightly sweet?) red wine nine times out of ten (the other one time he just tasted like straight fuckin mint ??? 😭💀 like ur eyes started watering after and he got really concerned like "babe r u ok 😟” and you were like "yeah but y THE FUCK is your breath so minty" 💀💀)

↬i am so sorry everyone here likes tongue, i'll make more hcs like these feat. mfs who don't like it LMAOO

↬he understands if ur not a fan of tongue, so unlike SOMEONE, he'll actually take your personal preference into account and do his absolute best to keep his tongue to himself 🤒🤒

↬ok so similar to ranpo, chuuya loves sharing his wine w you — thru making out kissing ofc 🧎 never passes up an opportunity to take a (rather large) swig and let it pass between your parted lips (might get a lil carried away and slip u a lil tongue but yk it is what it is 🧑‍🦯🧑‍🦯🧑‍🦯)

↬he actually has a tendency to get carried away regardless tbh 😚 it starts out as jus like a short lil kiss but yk ............ u come back in for another ............... and another — is anyone else seeing a pattern here 🧐🤨❓ these three men r the best kissers in bsd and i do NOT take criticism — and oops, now ur sitting on his desk with him standing in between ur legs as he starts trailing kisses down your neck before he suddenly remembers he still has work to do and he tells you he promises he'll finish what he started later (and oh boy was it worth the wait 😩😩😫🤤🤞)

[xo-cuteplosion-xo]

Hey there author! Could you maybe do headcannons for being stuck in a locked/stuck in a room with Dazai, chuuya, akutagawa, and fyodor. Individually or as a group?

 Okay, so I'll do both, all together, then individually. Not sure if you wanted relationships anon, so I did give them relationship stuff in the individuals.

Let’s be realistic. Being stuck in a room with all four of those boys… you're asking for trouble XD.

First, there is going to be a lot of glaring and attempts to kill each other. If somebody (most likely you) doesn't step in then somebody is dying or at least getting severely injured.

Akutagawa is going to try and prove himself to Dazai. So he’ll either attack you or him. (why not Fyodor? Akutagawa isn’t a dumb-ass, that's why. He knows he’d probably end up dead. Though if it came down to it he’d probably end up attacking him just for the hell of it.)

Dazai will just sit back and watch. Don’t worry he’s already thinking and predicting things. 

Of course, there is Chuuya… he’s shouting and annoying the brunette but it isn't anything he’s not used to.

If you're in the ADA, Dazai's ready to step in and help you. The same could be said if you were in the Mafia. Though, it wouldn’t be his priority. If you're with Fyodor… yeah he’ll just leave Akutagawa to deal with you.

Chuuya would ignore you unless you were in the mafia.  In that case, he’d move from being an angry bomb with Dazai to an angry dog trying to keep Akutagawa from killing his comrade. He’d stay clear of Fyodor.

Akutagawa doesn't care. He’ll attack you for the hell of it. If you're part of the mafia, I'm sure you’d find a way to piss him off.

Once the arguing ends and the two highly intelligent males *cough* Fyodor and Dazai. *cough* will be figuring how to get away from their situation.

Don’t even bother trying to help. Fyodor will A- kill you or, B- completely ignore you. Dazai’s just gonna ignore you.

The solving problems come only after Chuuya's already attempted to kick down a wall with his gravity manipulation. Might as well add Akutagawa using Rashoumon to help him. If that doesn't work, they will silently rely on Dazai and Fyodor to stop their mental war of glaring, and snarling at one another.

If you all manage to get out alive, it will be one of those 'everybody goes separate ways' situations. You know you’ll all share that “this never happened" look.

Dazai-

Oh lord, stuck alone with Dazai.

He’d be his usual self. Ask for a double suicide, flirt, then get to work.

If you got unlucky he’d be in one of the “just wait till Kunikida comes to unlock the door.” 

If you happen to be with Dazai at the time, he'll take the time to either hold you close, or get a little on the intimate side.

I can imagine Dazai sitting there brushing his hand through your hair before kissing you softly. It would be silent but the privacy of being locked in the room would be nice.

He may talk here and there while you two wait to be rescued, but he’d be quiet most of the time. Either trying to figure out how to get out or just lost in his thoughts.

If you started to get tired or cold, he'd do whatever he could to make sure you were both safe and doing alright.

When somebody does show to unlock the door of the room, Dazai will carry you out of there. He doesn't care if you can stand or if you're conscious. He’s going to carry you out of there.

If nobody comes and you start to show signs of discomfort, he'll stop lazing around and solve his way out of the room. When he finds the way out, he'll take you with him.

Chuuya

Loud

That room is going to be filled with indescribable cursing and shouts of frustrated anger.

Once he’s done being pissed at himself, or whoever got you two in this situation, he'll start trying to get out. Looking for windows to shatter or weak points in the steel walls. He’ll use his ability to. When that doesn't work he’ll pout

Yes, Chuuya will pout like an adult child. He’ll storm over to the wall and just kick it over and over.

You’ll have to pull him away.

He’ll grumble about how useless this situation is and how annoying it all is.

He won’t admit it, but he doesn't mind being stuck there with you. (tsundere Chuuya)

He will not let you out of his sight.

If you don’t know the reason behind being locked in here, he fears somebody may hurt you.

If after you’ve both sat there trying to figure this out, neither of you have a solution. You’ll have to be the one to toss the towel. That means grabbing your phone to request backup. 

Chuuya will try to prevent this, he’ll never hear the end of it from the others when they find out about this.

While you wait, he'll be the one to fall asleep. Be prepared to take pictures, he’s an adorable sleeper!

If you chose to lay down, take the opportunity to lay your head on his chest. You may find he self-consciously wraps his arms around you.

Don’t get too embarrassed though.

When help arrives be prepared for the snickers… if it’s Dazai who shows up. He’ll be quiet enough, so he gets photos. Oh, and you two will never hear the end of this incident.

Akutagawa

He’ll just stand there dumbfounded for a bit.

You’ll have to gather the courage to tap his shoulder and point out the obvious

He may attack you so be careful

If he likes you, he might click his tongue and keep his distance. 

He’s going to be silent… mostly

He’ll start attacking the walls with Rashoumon.

When that doesn't work he’ll look to you for help. Of course, he won’t say he needed help. He won’t admit to any form of weakness.

When all else fails. He’ll sit down only to act like he knows what he’s doing. 

It may be awhile before he looks at you, clicks his tongue, and grumbles for you to sit with him.

You'd sit down tense, but he’d act as if you weren't there even if he was paying attention to you.

If you happened to fall asleep and fall to his shoulder, he isn’t going to move a muscle.

He’ll internally panic unsure of what to do. 

Eventually, he’ll wrap you in Rashoumon to keep you from getting cold.

He’d call one of his underlings for help. Most likely Higuchi.

The look on her face when she realizes how close you got to Akutagawa would set her off.

That woman is going to be glaring at you for months. 

Fyodor- Disclaimer… I’m not very good with his character

If you're not a part of the decay of angels/rats in the house of the dead… let’s just say you may not find yourself walking out of here alive. That is to say, if you're not with Fyodor.

If you happen to be his s/o he’ll keep you tied to him. Literally and figuratively.

He refuses to let you form his sight. Every movement you make is tracked. His mind is working to predict what’s going on as well as solve his way out of here. If he finds a way that only gets one person out, he'll ignore it. After all, he wants to get both of you out. He refuses to be stuck alone without an eye on you. In case on the outside, somebody is waiting.

He has a lot of enemies, so if this wasn’t done by one of his own he’s going to be extra careful. He’s calm and collected even if you start to panic. He’ll make sure to calm you down.

When he does find a way out… the person who made you panic and distressed as well as take his valuable time from him isn’t going to have a good day.

Expect a blood bath.

If it were one his own trying to get you two together… he’ll glare at them, but he’d be lenient.

Despite his cold look, he can be a bit obsessive with things he holds dear. That’s why he’d hurt whoever did it despite nothing serious happening.

If you did get injured… it will be utter devastation. We're talking not just one murder but several. Anybody who dared to put you in that situation.

Hope this was okay

[seeuonadarknite]

good girl -- yandere dazai + chuuya x f. reader

request: Hey! Can I get a Dazai and Chuuya sharing darling noncon and punishment + I was the one that asked for Dazai and Chuuya! Is it ok if you add breeding kink please. 🥺

❀ yes ofc bby :) this has been in my drafts FORVER.. i just never got to formatting it :’)

warnings: noncon, spanking, fingering, facefucking, breeding kink, implied kidnapping

"Oh? And where do you think you're going?"

You really messed up this time. Something must have possessed you for you to believe that trying to sneak out of the house these two ruffians confined you in whilst they were home was a good idea. Sure, they left you unrestricted during the times that they were home, but that didn't mean you weren't being supervised.

In a sense you were like an unleashed dog running off from its owners on a walk around the block. Although it would be a hassle to take time out of their day to retrieve you, they'd still do it in a heartbeat because you mattered to them. That didn't mean that it wouldn't still entail punishment; they couldn't just let you off the hook after pulling an immature stunt like that.

And the worst part was that you weren't surprised that you were caught red handed whatsoever. Dazai had eyes and ears everywhere. How foolish could you possibly be thinking that he wouldn't catch on with your little escape plan? Hell, you didn't even manage to make it past the welcoming mat before you were stopped dead in your tracks.

It was frustrating beyond belief how nonchalant he seemed about it, because you knew damn well that he was just as livid as his partner, Chuuya. Only difference was that Chuuya was visibly smoldering with anger, whereas Dazai just sported a condescending grin that had vexation written all over it.

Stood at the bottom of the stairs near the door, you cowered away from the two seething males like a cat, coincidentally backing yourself into the nearest wall. Good going. It felt like your heart was pounding out of your chest with all of the nerves you were feeling, because you knew you were royally fucked. These two certainly didn't play nice, not even with their beloved girlfriend.

It was hard to shake off their blazing glares burning holes into your figure. You couldn't tell if Chuuya was about ready to either eat you alive or tear you to shreds. Either way, he'd at least be quick in his movements; it made him the lesser of two evils. Dazai would probably take his sweet time in tearing you apart, relishing in the way your face would contort in agony. It really shocked you that people called this man a masochist.

"I-I'm sorry! Please, don't hurt me.." You whimpered, hugging your body as if it would provide protection from the two males staring you down like a piece of meat. It really sucked that you were even stuck in this position in the first place. Your relationship with the two boys started off pretty innocent, but there was a point in time where they lost trust in you for whatever reason. Their insecurities poisoned your "unbreakable" bond, driving them to lock you up and hide you away from the public eye.

The mischievous pair both shot each other a look, before Dazai calmly approached your cowering figure. He wrapped his slender fingers around your wrists, forcefully pulling them off of their spots on your sides. "Dear [y/n], you're not gonna get out of this with just a tap on the wrist.." Dazai trailed off, giving his partner a chance to finally butt in. "We've been way too fucking lenient with you. It's about time you learn your place." The hotheaded male barked, watching as you automatically flinched at the increase in volume. However, it wasn't as if you could instinctively hide your face in your hands. Not with Dazai forcefully prying them apart with his iron grip on each wrist.

Before you could retaliate, Dazai was already carrying you bridal style towards your shared bedroom with Chuuya hot on your trail. Yeah, shared bedroom. With all three of you. Every single night you'd be sandwiched between the two, with Chuuya hugging you from behind like a teddy bear, and Dazai with his lanky arm draped over your side and head sitting atop yours. Even without any technical forms of restraint, they still offered you no opportunity to slip from their grasps whilst they slept.

After taking a seat on the edge of the king bed, Dazai bent you over his knee within a fluid movement. Meanwhile, Chuuya sat adjacent to Dazai in order to wrap his fingers around your jaw and forcibly tilt your head upwards towards his. You could feel your blood rush to your cheeks in embarrassment. The fact that there were two of them getting off to this only added insult to injury.

"Ahh, I'm going to have to take your bottoms off, my darling. You've been quite naughty, haven't you?" Dazai purred into your ear, unable to contain the smirk that stretched across his face at the sight of his partner glaring you down. His snarl made him look like a feral animal foaming at the mouth. It almost tore your attention away from Dazai wrapping his lengthy fingers around the elastics of your shorts and panties, pulling the clothing articles right off of your body with one harsh tug.

"Osamu please—" Your pleads were abruptly cut off by Chuuya's free hand swiping across your cheek, causing an ear deafening smack to echo through your ears. It took a second for you to process the stinging sensation left on your skin.

However, before you could really brood on it, Dazai's calloused hand was already gently rubbing on the skin of your lower cheek. It may have seemed like a loving gesture, but you knew all too well what it entailed. The way he ran his hand over your rear rivaled the way a nurse would wipe your arm before injecting it with a needle. It was merely preparation for the real thing.

Words couldn't describe how agonizing it was anxiously awaiting Dazai's next course of action. It wasn't as if you could anticipate when it would come, not with Chuuya forcing your head in place with his fingers digging into your jaw. All you could do was pathetically stare into the shorter male's eyes as you idly stood by.

Chuuya, however, had a perfect view of your rear end and could easily predict when Dazai would finally begin your dreadful punishment by watching him finally swing his open hand down towards your ass cheek. "Count." Chuuya's stern voice overlapped with the sharp sound of Dazai's hand delivering a hefty smack to your rear. A shrill yelp escaped your lips at the all too familiar burning sensation.

"O-One.." You stuttered, feeling slightly intimidated with Chuuya's gaze burning holes into you. There wasn't anything you could do to avoid it with the way his hand locked your face in place. You had no other option other than to stare into your tormentor's eyes as his partner assaulted your rear end with his large hand.

By the time that Dazai had delivered the final blow to your rear, you felt hot, salty tears pouring down your face and onto Chuuya's hand. Nine spanks must not have been enough for him, judging by the way he made you count to ten. The reddened skin of your ass cheek felt like it was on fire with the burning sensation Dazai had inflicted upon it.

A small smirk tore across Chuuya's face as he finally let go of your aching jaw, diverting his attention towards your previously assaulted cheek. The way your skin rose ever so slightly in the form of a vibrant, red handprint left his cock twitching in his pants. It seemed that Dazai for once shared the same mindset with Chuuya, seeing as his clothed bulge was poking onto your bare leg. They had to be joking. Wasn't humiliating you by holding you down and bruising your ass under their scrutiny enough of a punishment? Your body would probably give out if they kept going at this rate.

Unfortunately for you, these two men were insatiable and held absolutely no regard for how you felt. They'd dish out any type of punishment that they deemed necessary; you did this to yourself, anyway. They weren't holding you at gunpoint when you pathetically tried scampering away from them. Everything that you did was all on your own accord.

Dazai ran two fingers along your folds from behind, tracing the sensitive skin in a V motion. Meanwhile, Chuuya was unbuckling his trousers whilst staring you down with a menacing grin tearing across his face. This was just great; your most sensitive parts were being rubbed and prodded at like a toy, and your mouth was about to be used as a fuckhole. That damned smile on his face told you everything you needed to know.

Whilst you unintentionally rubbed yourself against Dazai's thigh in order to create friction, his slim fingers dipped into your needy hole, automatically evoking a sharp gasp from you. Chuuya took advantage of your parted lips and slipped his erect cock into the warm, wet caverns of your mouth. His lengthy cock felt foreign in the confines of your mouth; his length never looked like something you'd be capable of taking without gagging, but the aching pains he left on the back of your throat after bruising you with his tip proved otherwise.

"Take it like the good little whore that you are. You like that, gagging on my fat cock while getting your pretty little cunt fingered at the same time?" Chuuya grunted, tangling his fingers into your sweat permeated hair. Your lack of responsiveness seemed to tick Dazai off, because he suddenly began pumping his fingers in and out of you at a hostile pace, sporting a distinctive glare that would most definitely send chills running up your spine had you been able to see it.

What were you supposed to do? It wasn't as if you could speak with a massive cock stuffing your mouth full and a pair of fingers knuckle deep inside of you. All you could really do to help your case was focus on breathing and try not to gag. Chuuya was already infuriated enough.

It was when Dazai began palming your clit and curling his fingers on that spongy spot inside of you that you began to feel the coil in your stomach begin to grow tight. It was unbelievably difficult to contain yourself with Dazai's fingers continuously curling up against your g-spot, and Chuuya's swelling tip hitting the back of your throat at a bruising pace. 

Tossing all rational thoughts to the side, you felt yourself clench tightly around Dazai's nimble fingers. However, once your hips stilled on his hands, preparing to release your juices on his fingers and coat them with your slick, his movements completely ceased. What?

"Aw, [y/n], did you forget? Bad girls don't get to cum." He mockingly cooed into your ear, watching as Chuuya forced your head in place in order for him to shoot ropes of cum into your wet cavern. Thanks to the sticky substance flooding your mouth, rendering it impossible to breathe, you weren’t given a chance to sulk on the absence of Dazai's fingers.

You did, however, notice him abruptly drag your hips towards the center of the bed with him, forcing you to release Chuuya's cock from your mouth. It barely gave you enough time to frantically swallow his seed. But you knew damn well that if you spat it out on the sheets, Chuuya would simply make you lick up your mess like a mutt.

This was all your fault. None of this would have happened if you had just stayed in your lane and knew your place. If you had just been obedient from the start, you wouldn't have to whine at the feeling of Dazai's tip prodding against your weeping hole. You wouldn't have to cast your eyes towards the floor whilst Chuuya jacked himself off at the sight of his partner slowly easing himself into your tight hole. Hell, you'd probably be cuddling up with the two on the couch right about now if you had just listened like a good girl.

"Fuck, look at you. Do you like getting used like a fleshlight? Because that's all you're good for." Chuuya spat into your ear with malice lacing his tone. If you weren't so hung up on the feeling of Dazai vigorously pummeling into you from behind, you would've been hurt by his harsh words. 

"O-Osamu— please, slow down!" Asking him to stop was out of the question. The most you could do to defend yourself was to at least try and get him to alleviate his bruising pace. If he continued at this rate, his palms would end up leaving dark contusions on your hips and his ferocious thrusts would weaken your lower body strength, immobilizing for who knows how long.

Alas, your pleads fell upon deaf ears as Dazai only fastened his feral pace. "Ahh, keep singing for me, my darling!" The bandaged brunette practically moaned, relishing in the lewd mewls and keens that fell from your lips. Within every moment that passed, your walls would hug around his cock even more tenaciously. It would only be a matter of time until his end neared.

The once silent room was now filled with the obscene sounds of skin slapping, synchronized grunts, and pathetic whines. Chuuya finished himself off a lot quicker than Dazai, as he pumped his throbbing cock one last time before spilling his seed. However, this time his aim was towards your face, his fluids permeating your skin and a bit of your hair.

"Lick it off." Chuuya ordered in a stern tone, admiring his grotesque handiwork from afar. He made a complete mess of your face, his cum smudging your makeup and dribbling down your chin. You made a pathetic attempt to stretch your tongue out and lap up whatever remaining cum you could reach on your face.

It wasn't easy to pretend that you couldn't see the triumphant smirk etched across Chuuya's face as you halted your movements, overwhelmed by the feeling of Dazai's tip hammering your cervix. If it wasn’t for your cervix blockading your womb, he'd probably be fucking that as well. With each bone breaking thrust, it felt like he impossibly reached deeper into the constricting walls of your cunt.

It was when Chuuya forcibly melded his lips with yours in a viciously hungry kiss that you finally broke, your cunt clamping around Dazai's cock, lubing it up with your slick. As you rode out your long awaited orgasm, Chuuya swallowed your gasps, exploring your wet caverns with his skillful tongue.

"Are you trying to drain me dry? Very well, you call the shots, [y/n]. I'm sure you would look a lot cuter with my baby in your arms." He cooed, training his eyes on Chuuya's contorted expression as he rapidly rocked his hips against yours, almost as if aiming to shoot his seed as deeply as possible inside of you. "You shithead! I'll cum inside 'er too once you finally get off!"

In any normal case, you would've tried stepping between them by now. But their clashing of heads meant nothing when Dazai's twitching cock was readying itself to empty its contents inside of you. God, you weren't ready to be a mother. You didn't deserve this. You didn't—

"Osamu, let me go!" You began wailing and screaming, but it was to no avail. It wasn't hard for Chuuya to shut you up by forcing your face down into the mattress with the simple shove of his hand.

With one last hostile thrust, bottoming out inside of you, Dazai shot his load into the fluttering walls of your cunt, completely draining his balls directly into your womb. He painted your insides white with each thick spurt of cum. "Ahh, sorry, what was that?" He taunted before reluctantly dragging his cock out of the twitching walls of your heat at an agonizingly slow pace. Once he finally pulled out of your weeping cunt, he watched with utter bliss as his semen began pooling out of your quivering hole.

Without another word, Dazai tucked his cock back into his pants and began to retreat from your trembling form. However, before he stepped out of the room, he shot Chuuya one last glance, watching him flip you over and throw your useless legs over his shoulders. "Try to make it quick. I know you have the freakish stamina of an animal but I'd like to feed our [y/n] some dinner before bed, okay?"

"I'll do what I want, shithead!"

Good luck catching a break between these two.

[theodora3022]

Claim (Yandere Chuuya Nakahara)

Pairing: Yandere! Chuuya Nakahara X Fem reader

Summary: You have the courage to mock Dazai when he flirts with you casually, different from almost every other woman Dazai throws himself on. Seeing his nemesis being stepped on brings Chuuya great joy, which escalates to him taking a special interest in you.

Notes: So...If you read my BNHA fics you should know I have a thing for wind superpowers, so reader is going to have a wind ability in here as well. Be gone if you have problems with that. My first take on BSD, on Chuuya nevertheless... Hopefully this does not flop. I thought about writing Kunikida for this one, but I just could not get Chuuya’s smirk off my mind (Along with Fyodor’s but that is for another day) Also this is self indulgent as hell, so be warned. I’m not satifised with the final result, as some parts feels a bit forced...But there you have it. 

Word count: 2.8k 

Warnings: Drugging, coercion, mention of knife and blood, implied non con  at the end

You were sitting beside a floor window of a café when Chuuya first saw you, when he was on his way to get some beer. At first, it was not you that drawn his attention, it was that guy on the opposite end of the coffee table.

Osamu Dazai. Also known as the bane of Chuuya Nakahara’s existence and his greatest adversary. Out womanizing again, he never changes. He was about to ignore those shady behaviours and just carry on, until he hears how you are attacking Dazai with your words.

“Dazai, please. I bet you said that to every woman you met.” Slowly stirring your hot beverage, you smirk as you took a little sip. “It is a miracle how you got this far unscathed.” You seem to see right through Dazai, how clever. Now Chuuya have to hear how this can go down. His own drink can wait, this little comedy show is more worthwhile.

“But beautiful! Your eyes shine like the brightest stars, I just cannot let that go unappreciated.” “If you are so found of shining things, I can get you a pack of glitter to stare at. I would actually appreciate it if you stop staring right into my eyes, thank you.” This is a mistake, you thought. You thought Dazai was just being a good Senpai when he invites you to join him for a quick coffee at lunch. And of course being the naïve new recruit, you said yes without hesitation.

A pack of glitter? Oh dear. Out of all those years Chuuya has known Dazai, he had never seen the brunette getting such a good roast. Placing a hand over his mouth to muffle his chuckles, Chuuya is beyond amused. Most women would be too busy swooning over that pretty face, but you did not even flinch and insulted him just like that. You got some sass!  That is the first time the mafia executive had taken a formal notice of you. You are indeed a fair woman, no wonder Dazai would choose to hit on you.

He does vaguely recall recently hearing about the ADA obtaining a new recruit. A young woman with a wind ability. But you are far more interesting then that. “This has been pleasant, but I think it is time to head back to the office.” When Kunikida told you Dazai can be a handful yesterday, you did not expect this is how you would find out. You stopped him from taking out his wallet, shaking your head: “Dazai. I will pay for myself. Besides, you are in enough debt as you are now. See you back at the agency.”

Not even Chuuya can make Dazai appear this defeated, this discouraged. Just who are you exactly? Forget the beer, Chuuya needs to know all about you at once. 

Reading through your file back at the headquarters, your info is enough to make even Chuuya raise his eyebrows a couple of times.

You can command any gas to your will? That is a rare gift, even the Port Mafia had yet to secure that. Too bad you are on the wrong side, Chuuya can just think of so many ways of using your ability to its full potential. The file was put back to the storage, sure. But you had impressed him back at that café and peaked his interests. It would be hard to make him unsee Dazai being humiliated. But you did not linger on his mind much after. 

However, that would not be lasting too long. Chuuya was shocked to hear some of the members has died in dark alleys of yokohoma, apparently from lack of oxygen, but without any traces of choking or even a cut. Mori even called him to the office to discuss about this.

Pictures of you, in causal and business attire lay across the expensive office desk. You were smiling in all of them, although that smile does not look like an amused one to Chuuya now.

“Do you recognize this woman?”

How can Chuuya forget about you? The woman who gave him the best comedy show, who stomped on Dazai’s philanderer ways so mercilessly. “A new recruit of ADA. Her air control abilities must have enabled her to suck the oxygen particles out of human bodies. It also gives her the ability to levitate and an incredible speed, which is such a headache. Even Akutagawa cannot seem to finish her.”

What a little troublemaker you are. Consider Chuuya motivated. He knows you are strong, but not anyone can escape from Akutagawa. Where is the fun without a little challenge?

“I will go. My abilities would allow me to get the job done.” Heck, this once he would get something Dazai cannot have! In this mini game, at least, Chuuya would be the winner. 

“Chuuya, you seem awfully enthusiastic about this. May I ask why that is?” Stroking Elise’s hair, Mori carefully observe the young man’s expressions. “She has the guts to insult Dazai, should be a fun one. I do not plan to kill her, however. That would be such a waste.”

“Yes, that would be most ideal. Her ability would be a valueble asset, here’s some drugs if she is being too difficult.”

Oh but you are so much more then the wielder of a powerful ability to Chuuya.

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Work has been a pain in the ass lately, so on your afternoon off, you choose to take a walk along the water in the park. Everything looks so peaceful, children running amok, couples holding hands, the sound of the birds chirping, all sounds so natural and calming. You let out a sigh of relief as you settled on a bench beside a tree and closed your eyes, breathing in the forest scent, still sleep deprived from the nightmares.

Although you only killed those gangsters to defend a civilian, you regret it somewhat afterwards. You expected revenge, but not from someone like Akutagawa? You can only remove the target’s oxygen from their bodies when you are standing still and concentrated, never while fleeing for your life. If it is not for your unparalleled speed, you were sure one of those dark spikes is going to be your ultimate demise. It was too close for your liking. Before you were always able to leave safely with your ability, but this time you barely made it.

Dozing off in a park while the Port Mafia is on your trail? Chuuya would advise against that. 

However, he would say he much prefer this compliant, soft look on your face compare your sarcastic, confident grin towards Dazai. Dark circles under your eyes? Have you been having sleeping problems? Looks like the little hero is not as brave as she lets on.

Now, he needs to be careful. Even though you look as harmless as a little bunny now, Chuuya can still recall the last expressions his deceased subordinates made. Dying from oxygen loss surely does not look pleasant. While the file said you can only use that special method once per week, Chuuya cannot leave any room for errors. 

Ah, it seems you had carelessly dropped your handkerchief on the ground. You did not seem to notice. As if you want him to come near. Who is he to decline a lady’s invitations?

Sensing his approach, you jumped out the bench and distanced yourself from Chuuya. Always on your guard, this should be interesting. Instead of kept closing in the distance, Chuuya bend down and picked up your handkerchief. “Did you drop this?”

See, you were overreacting! He is only trying to tell you that you dropped something. Feeling the guilt of mistaking him for an assassin churns in your stomach, you put up an apologetic smile: “My apologies, sir.  And thank you very much.” Yet you cannot shake off the feeling of you saw him before. Is he a government official? Or perhaps a store clerk? It would be rude if you actually do know him. Yes, you definitely seen his handsome face somewhere. Reaching out to his outstretched hand, you tried to retrieve your handkerchief. But as you take the little square cloth into your hand, his slim but firm fingers snapped around your wrist like handcuffs, seizing you with a smug smirk on his face. “Let go of me, Sir. You wouldn’t want me to use my ability on you.” 

Your gaze turned cold as the winter snow, as if you are willing to punch him in the face then and there. 

A good chance to observe your ability in action. How can Chuuya miss this opportunity? You tried to wiggle out of his grasp while activating your winds, but to your horror, it does not seem to have any effect on Chuuya. Sure, his hat and hair are flowing because of the strong wind, but he has not moved a single inch, still clenching your left wrist in his hand, lips still curling upwards. Turning to your second solution: bringing rocks to hit him until unconsciousness. Why wouldn’t the rocks move? Just who is this man? “Are you with the Port Mafia?”

That took you long enough. Chuuya let out a sinister chuckle, pulls you into his embrace with ease. Locking his right arm around your waist, he whispers beside your ear: “Of course, cutie. And you just walked straight into my trap. Now, it is best if you do not move, I would hate for this knife to leave a scar on your fragile little neck.” Feeling a thin, cold blade pressed against your throat, threatening to cut into your skin, you nervously gulped. Who is he exactly? You should have memorized the faces of the big names of the mafia-

Your ability is impressive. Even Chuuya has to admit that much. If it were not for the reinforced gravity he applied on himself, he would be on the other side of the park by now. Such a shame you are working for that little agency. Crap. You finally remember. Cursing sleep depravation under your breath, you recall where you had seen his face: the files back in the agency. One of the executives, Chuuya Nakahara, with the powers of manipulating gravity. That is why your winds cannot push him away. Just how did you end up with an executive’s knife pressing against your throat? 

Under ideal circumstances, you would order the oxygen particles to stay away from this man, but that ability could only be used once per week. You have not recharged enough, and the fact that you are not in best condition does not help either. 

“Now, you got two options, sweet. First, you can try to get away, and it would not end pretty.” Chuuya laughs he feels you shiver, clearly frightened by the idea of your blood spilling out like a fountain once he slices open your throat. Your resistance has pathetic impacts on him, but you have to at least try. You have been neglecting your physical training because you often rely on that extraordinary speed your ability grants you. However, that also means you are helpless in close up situations such as present. Not so confident now, aren’t you? “Second, pay a visit to our headquarters. The boss would like an audience with you.” You certainly do not want to fall into the hands of the port mafia. However, there are civilians in the park. They did not seem to notice how Chuuya is holding you at knifepoint.  Letting yourself, an ADA agent die here would mean the agency’s reputation is done for. Getting yourself killed in broad daylight, in a public place no less! How incompetent. Looks like the only option is to go with him, for now. “Fine. I will go with you.” “Smart choice. But I would expect no less from an intelligent woman like you.” He carefully removed the knife, and just when you were about to relax and think of a retaliate method, you felt a sharp pain on your left arm. A syringe. Just what did he injected you? Watching you fall onto the ground by your knees, barely able to lift a finger due to the sedation drugs, brings him a strange sense of contentment. Chuuya does not consider himself as a sadist by any means, but after seeing how you treated Dazai, shining with confidence and smugness, only made this submissive version of you so much more satisfactory. “Do not look at me like that, dear (y/n). Just a little insurance that you would not leave without permission. I hope you understand.” You do not, but that does not concern him. Swooping you up effortlessly, Chuuya carries your weak body out of the park, straight to a van that awaits there for a long time.

You never imagined, not even in your wildest dreams, that you would be in the Port Mafia’s headquarters like this. Being carried through corridor after corridor ,by one of their executives like a doll, although not by your own free will. Guards everywhere, almost at every turn point. Maybe you can break one of the windows and fly out? Alas, that would not possible if all you can generate is little breezes due to your present condition. 

“Do not worry, (y/n).” Feeling your body tense up, Chuuya choose to reassure you, or at least try to. “If simple murder was my objective, you would be dead in that park.” 

There are worse things then death. You really did mess up this time. You do not even want to imagine what they could do to you. 

“Enter.”

Placing you gently on the carpted floor, like a fragile china artifact, Chuuya bowed to the man behind the desk. “I brought (y/n) here, as you requested.” A cloved finger lifts your chin up, forcing you too look up into his eyes. You did not flinch, instead you stared back with unveil anger burning in your (e/c) eyes. 

“Quite a feisty one. Would you like to join us? Your wind ability completely outclasses my other assassins. That speed and that special method! Truly impressive. You should not waste your talents in that agency. The Port Mafia could offer you more.”

Using the little strength you had left, you got away from the mafia’s boss’s reach and shook your head: “I would rather die a gruesome death then working for you. If you want to kill me, you can do it now.” 

“Then, I suppose we need to change our method of negotiation-” Great, you can already feel those cold torture instruments.

“I can handle it.” To your surprise, Chuuya stopped the man from saying any more. 

The older man looks to his subordinate with curious eyes. “Chuuya? Are you sure? Wouldn’t it be better to leave this to our experts?” 

“Leave it to me, boss. She would be compliant within a week, I can guarantee.” Why would he want to trouble himself with this? Well, he merely wants to claim what Dazai cannot, as simple as that. 

“As you wish, then. As long as you do not break her beyond repair, she is all yours.”

You want to shout, to scream that you are not some object to be hand over, but you just do not have the energy to do so. There is not much you can do beside being a silent observer on the ground. 

Instead of a torture chamber, Chuuya took you to his personal quarters in the Mafia base. Perhaps he wants to do this the tender way? Sway you with high salary or numerous other perks of working in this mafia? 

It is when he thrown you on the bed, straddling over your helpless form, tearing your clothes off mercilessly, you realize how wrong you were.

“You look so good under me, where you belong.” He did not even bother to unbutton your blouse, just ripped the fine fabric off swiftly, grinning at your horrified expressions. “Come on, do not look so scared. This is not like you. Where is your fierce spirts when you insult Dazai?” Has he been stalking you? How could he-

“Ah, no matter. That jerk tried to win you over, but it is me who would get you.You would forget all about him when you are busy screaming my name later. Do you think you can handle my torture methods, dear (y/n)? Gods, you are beautiful. No wonder why Dazai would be head over heels for you.” 

How you bit your lip to supress your tears, trying to cover your chest for some modesty, only made his lust increase drastically. This time, Chuuya can finally be proud of his accomplishment: claiming a prize Dazai can never possibly won.

[ruubi404]

Theory + Headcanon

I wanted to post this yesterday, but I was too sleepy to translate it. So I'll go now.

First of all, in this chapter we know that Dazai asked Akutagawa to save Atsushi. Akutagawa reject it but then Dazai explained to him about many things, but what I will discuss here is the part,

Then several questions arise,

...for the new generation of Soukoku."

Is Dazai not satisfied with the current Soukoku?

No. He is satisfied. They are great. But still not enough.

What Dazai meant was, he needed more pawns to fight Fyodor because two pairs were better than one, right? Besides that, the other side of me thinks (you don't have to take this seriously) Dazai at that time hadn't thought about the future for himself. He is still a person who wants to die at any time and forget the world, so he needs a substitute.

Okay, finish question one. Next.

Akutagawa was join into the mafia because there are plans from dazai. Does that mean dazai knew there would be an atsushi?

He knew that a talented child who could become Akutagawa's partner would definitely appear. Like Soukoku. But he knew nothing about Atsushi himself.

Maybe when meeting Atsushi, the reason Dazai took it, besides carrying out Oda's advice, but for Akutagawa's sake too?

Still ... Great . He is indeed extraordinary smart.

So that Akuta can develop. "Diamonds are sharpened by other diamonds."

Like Dazai grew up with Chuuya, it would be great if Akut also had another 'Diamond' that could grind his abilities, and we got Atsushi. So Dazai trained Akutagawa to simply prepare him for very hard situations like fighting Fukuchi. Dazai is not a person who commits violence because he likes, because more than anyone he knows that pain is not good.

And we see now the development of Akutagawa's character. He stopped chasing Dazai and he accepted Atsushi to fight on his side. Because for him he has grown well, he is strong, accompanying Atsushi will not make him weak or insulted. This is the best part of this chapter and I almost cried. My child has grown well. Oh, my God.

Damn If this is true, very good Dazai. Fuck you all who said he is Demon.

Dazai also said that Akutagawa was prepared as the next generation of Soukoku to fight Fyodor. So I guess that Dazai met Fyodor at Dragon Head first then met Akutagawa.

Hmmm. Fyodor.

He became a terrorist just to get The Book . He had searched The Book for a long time and found that the key to finding it was the White Tiger. Byakko.

When do you think Fyodor knows that books are in Yokohama?

Maybe when Atsushi was born. Or when Jinko's ability appears. A few years later, there was a Dragon Head where Shibusawa went crazy and —we don't know more clearly— but ended with Shibusawa losing and being held by the Government.

Then, he was released. Yes. He was freed by Ango and this made Chuuya dislike Ango. Maybe Fyodor released him. If that true, means Fyodor has someone in the government. It might also be that Fukuchi himself was as clever as Fyodor and saw the potential of Shibusawa to find books. I will not discuss it here. Back to groove.

So, Fyodor who saw the opportunity then led Shibusawa to be attracted to Atsushi and did this to him in order to take advantage of Dragonia. Then there was Dead Apple, to take Byakko's Ability. In there, Shibusawa and Fyodor have different goals. Shibusawa wants Byakko for himself while Fyodor wants Byakko to direct him to books. But it failed. And finally he began the war of Cannibalism. Meanwhile Fukuchi keeps playing pretty behind the scenes and we don't know / don't know yet what he is doing.

But there were also doubts that maybe Byakko wasn't the original ability of Atsushi he had from birth. Maybe he was also made like Arahabaki. Byakko is also a god like Arahabaki.

Then, whatever Fyodor's real plan, Dazai found it all.

Another theory regarding Fyodor's plan is start when news of Byakko appeared in Yokohama. It might be Fyodor who placed Atsushi in the orphanage to make Byakko wilder because of torture and then planned that the Head of the orphanage drove Atsushi away in hopes that the homeless Atsushi would return to Fyodor. But unfortunately, Atsushi met Dazai in person. Fate huh? I do not think so.

Key to the book.

Friends to hone Akutagawa's abilities.

The next generation of Soukoku.

Oda's last message to look after orphans.

Atsushi is clearly the main character.

If he doesn't quit the PM, maybe he will also meet Atsushi but Atsushi will not be someone like now. He will be cooler and less fit as an Akutagawa sharpener. Because what Akutagawa needed was not strength, but something in the heart that was given by ADA!Atsushi. If Atsushi remained in PM, was educated by Dazai or anyone else to kill and this and that, he would not be able to hone Akutagawa and vice versa.

Then what remained a mystery in my head was, how could Dazai meet Atsushi so precisely?

Because of this, however, Dazai had to leave PM. But this time the way is not something good.

Dazai is also a tool here.

He could not come out with orders because if so, Atsushi would also end up like Akutagawa. Dazai needs an encouragement from himself. The drive to become a person who is well worth educating. And that is his friend's death and last message.

I'm sure Mori knows that Oda is the right person. He is nice. He is merciful. Exemplary caregiver. And most importantly, his existence had an important impact on Dazai.

Therefore maybe Oda's death was intentional by someone so that in any way let Dazai be a good person and want to treat "The Other Diamonds" in a good way. Preparing him to be opposition of Akutagawa.

Mori? Maybe. Natsume? Big maybe Maybe Natsume told Mori, so that Dazai was kicked out. It's time to prepare the new Soukoku.

And that's all about everything I talked about with my friend last night. This is only a small part of the mysteries at Bungo Stray Dogs and a little theory. I'm not forcing you to believe, and anyway everything I say is a possibility.

Let me know your opinions about plot developer or whatever. I'll lovely to talk.

[hayateart]

Sound of Darkness

Giveaway prize for @tha-pumpkinqueen who requested horror.

Atsushi and Akutagawa get lost in a cave maze. Chuuya and Dazai set out to search for them. They find something else as well or rather something else finds them.

Read under the cut or on AO3

The entrance to the tunnel was well hidden from the public view. It took them hours to find it and when they finally did, they would have ignored it except for the claw marks right at the very edge of the stone wall.

“Is this a trap?” Chuuya asked looking into the darkness.

“I don’t know,” Dazai answered and there was nothing that could scare Chuuya more than that simple statement.

Dazai always knew such things. He always had a plan. He was the brains and Chuuya was the muscle. If the brains weren’t sure about something, how could the muscle comply? Apparently it could since when Dazai informed him ‘this is where the kids have gone to’ Chuuya entered the tunnel without hesitation.

The tunnel in question was part of as of yet unexplored cave system that appeared at one of Yokohama shores after a recent earthquake. It was classifies as dangerous and people were forbidden from entering. The main entrance was sealed with a metal door but nobody knew about a second entrance, only a few meters away, until just recently when a couple of drunk businessmen decided it would be fun to go inside and get lost. The Armed Detective Agency was contacted by their worried wives.

As it turned out one of the businessmen was an undercover mafia agent. To find them the Mafia sent Akutagawa and the ADA sent Atsushi. It was supposed to be a quick mission, more of a test to see if the new Double Black could work in situations that didn’t involve fights to the last blood.

They both haven’t been heard from since.

The tunnel was dark and damp. The light of the torches that both Chuuya and Dazai brought along wasn’t enough to lit all the dark corners and anything that could hide within them. So close to the shore you could hear the waves and screeches of seagulls but the sound was distorted. Water hitting the shore was like whispers, telling the world secrets you didn’t want to be known and seagulls were the screaming voices of the damned begging for forgiveness. Chuuya and Dazai pushed on anyway, further into the cave, and soon enough the sound was gone. The deafening silence that greeted them was, however, even worse.

“I don’t even have any service on my phone,” said Dazai.

“Can you fucking not?!” Chuuya screeched back. “Give a guy a warning next time if you decide to say something. You nearly gave me a heart attack. It was so fucking quiet and then you just pop your stupid comment like it’s nothing!”

“Oh, are you scared, Chuuya?”

Dazai’s comment was supposed to be teasing. Nobody would expect Mafia’s greatest fighter to be stressed about some tunnels, even though he himself was clearly starting to feel nervous. Chuuya could see it in the way he held himself. His shoulders tense and eyes scanning the walls intently. Considering everything, Dazai’s question came out as concerned.

First, some businessmen go missing but that’s nothing unusual – people are stupid, of course they wouldn’t think to mark their path so they can enter and leave what is basically a maze safely. However, Atsushi and Akutagawa are not. Deep slashes formed by claws or maybe Rashoumon attacks marked walls and floor, leading them hopefully closer to the missing kids. Still, there was no sign of them and the marks grew more and more seldom as they went further inside.

“I’m not fucking scared,” answered Chuuya, obviously scared and hiding it badly. “But I am worried,” he admitted after a while. “The kids have been gone for an entire day already.”

“They’re fine.” Dazai waved away his worries. “Worst case scenario they argued, split paths and now they’re looking for each other because they don’t want to leave the other behind in a scary cave. All we need to do is find them and lead them out.”

“And hope we don’t argue as well and share their fate?” Chuuya joked back.

“Exactly.”

*

Further into the caves they went. The path before them split a couple of times but they always found a helpful clue in form of a slashed arrow. Chuuya’s torch run out of batteries ages ago and they were forced to share Dazai’s. One light made the tunnels seem darker and even more uninviting.

The gentle rustle in the background returned. This time, however, it sounded nothing like the waves. Not even like the whispers. It was slithering. Something was moving towards them, Chuuya was sure of it. At least for a split second. Then the sound disappeared like it was never there and Dazai didn’t even seem to notice anything. He just stared at Chuuya surprised, when the redhead stopped in his tracks.

“It’d be hard to fight here.” Chuuya decided to point out when Dazai looked at him, a silent question in his eyes. “The walls are too close together, there would be little force behind the attack.”

“You could always use your ability.”

Chuuya shook his head.

“It could disturb the rock, the whole thing would cave in on us. Let’s hope there’s nothing we have to fight here.”

“What would there be?”

If it was meant to put Chuuya’s worries to rest, it didn’t work. The slithering came back and it was closer. Still, Dazai didn’t seem to notice a thing.

“I don’t know.”

*

The slithering was following them. Chuuya shared this information with Dazai, fully aware that the other man would make fun of him for being paranoid. Dazai, however, surprised his partner by simply nodding and assuring:

“I can’t hear anything but if I do, I’ll let you know.”

Things must have been really bad if Dazai didn’t take an opportunity to make fun of him. They turned even worse, when they found blood.

There wasn’t a lot of it. Just a few drops really, and under normal circumstances it wouldn’t worry them much at all but these were no normal circumstances and it worried the hell out of Chuuya and possibly Dazai as well.

“No sign of struggle.” Dazai observed kneeling down on the ground. “No sign of anything, really. It’s just blood. There aren’t even any sharp rocks you can cut yourself on.”

“So how did it happen? Where did the blood come from?”

“I know about as much as you do, Chuuya. Just because I’m smarter don’t expect me to know all the answers.”

*

Dazai’s torch died a few hours later. They had to rely on Chuuya’s lighter to show them the way.

“We should go back. We won’t find them this way,” said Chuuya.

“We should have gone back when we lost your torch.”

*

“Atsushi!”

Dazai ran to the unconscious boy. Atsushi lay half slumped over the wall, his hair dirty and stuck to the forehead, his mouth chapped showing first signs of dehydration – something even his tiger-power heightened healing abilities couldn’t save him from – but completely unharmed. Dazai patted him on the cheek a few times to wake him up. When that didn’t work, he tried slapping. When that didn’t work either, he tried checking his pulse.

“He’s alive but his heartbeat is very slow. Chuuya, how long have we been here?”

Chuuya wasn’t sure. Just like their torches, their phones already died and he never carried a watch. A mistake, one could say.

“I charged my phone right before we set out. That means at least twelve hours.”

“Atsushi might be just exhausted. Lets take him and look for Akutagawa.”

“Dazai, the claw marks disappeared a while ago.”

“I know.”

“The slithering is getting closer.”

Dazai did not answer. He walked straight ahead leaving Chuuya to carry the unconscious boy.

*

Chuuya’s lighter soon run out of gas. The only thing lighting their path now was the soft glow of his ability as he used it to lessen the weight of the boy on his back.

Chuuya was growing exhausted himself. The endless walking and constant use of his ability were finally taking their toll on him. Dazai didn’t seem to fare any better. But he didn’t want to stop. They haven’t found Akutagawa yet and the slithering sounded now like it was right behind them, so he pushed Dazai to walk in front of them. If something decided to attack, Chuuya was the better fighter out of the two.

But nothing attacked and that made it somehow even worse. Chuuya kept looking behind and he saw nothing except for the darkness.

Dazai, while he kept his distance in the beginning, was now only a few centimeters away. If Chuuya decided to lean towards him his head would land on Dazai’s back and he wouldn’t even need to stretch. He didn’t do that of course. He was not touching Dazai unless absolutely necessary. Besides, that would make him drop the kid on his back.

Speaking of his back, Chuuya looked behind again. The was nothing there.

“Are you still hearing that sound?”

Chuuya nodded.

“It’s really close now,” he whispered back.

“I can’t hear a thing. Maybe it’s an ability?”

“Maybe.”

While he voiced his agreement, Chuuya was doubtful of that theory. If an ability user was behind them, waiting for an attack, they’d have done it ages ago. At this point they were both exhausted but that only meant whoever pursued them would be exhausted as well. Unless it wasn’t human. And the reason Chuuya could hear it while Dazai couldn’t was because Chuuya wasn’t entirely human himself.

He really, really did not want to do this, but he felt there was no other choice.

“I need to check that sound,” Chuuya announced.

He didn’t wait for Dazai to protest and try to stop him. Gently, he put Atsushi on the ground ordering Dazai to watch over him.

“Use your knife to mark your way and find us. Be careful,” Dazai asked. For once he knew better than to argue with Chuuya.

“Thanks.” Chuuya smiled uneasily. “And… Dazai, take care of yourself, too. I don’t want to go back to two corpses.”

It was meant as a joke to lighten up the atmosphere. Nobody laughed. Instead Dazai reached out and hugged him briefly. The light of Chuuya’s ability blinked out drowning them all in the darkness. With nobody there to see them, Chuuya returned the hug.

“Osamu, I mean it,” he whispered. “I need to find you back here safe and sound.”

“We’ll be fine, don’t worry.”

*

He didn’t get very far. The source of the slithering sound was still close, but he decided to ignore it in favor of another obstacle in his way.

Just like Atsushi, he found Akutagawa slumped on the ground. Exhausted and unconscious. Unlike Atushi, Akutagawa awoke when Chuuya slapped him gently.

“Chuuya?”

“You stupid fucker, why did you two separate?! We’ve been looking all over for you two!”

The worry he felt came out as anger, something he should probably work on more in the future but right now he was too relieved and too tired to care. Tears of relief found their way into the corners of Chuuya’s eyes and he had to blink rapidly to push them back.

Even in the faint light Chuuya could see that Akutagawa was not well. He was dirty all over and had a few drops of dried blood stuck to his chin. Probably the source of blood they’d found a while ago. However, it was his coat that was in the worst state. Rashoumon was shredded. There was no other word for it. All that was left of the beautiful and powerful coat was just ribbons. It would heal, given enough time, but for now it left Akutagawa defenseless.

“We need to get you out of here. Dazai has Atsushi. We’ll get back to them and leave these tunnels together.”

“You shouldn’t have come looking for us.”

“What?” Chuuya grabbed Akutagawa’s shoulders. “We had to, we couldn’t leave you here.”

“There’s something here and it doesn’t like ability users.”

The slithering was now right behind Chuuya. The hair on the back of his neck stood up in warning. If he turned around, Chuuya was sure he would now see whatever was following them all this time.

He was right, it wasn’t an ability user, it was something much older and much more sinister. Something that wouldn’t get tired hunting them for days because that’s what it existed for.

Chuuya, didn’t even get a chance to react. Tendrils of pure darkness crawled his skin grabbing and forcefully taking hold of his ability. It was worse than Corruption. He could at least guide Corruption to destroy his enemies. Now he absolutely lost control over everything. His power exploded inside of him. Chuuya felt as if it was tearing him apart, tearing his mind apart. Arahabaki was clawing at the bars of the cage inside his mind, howling and in pain just like his host.

Chuuya now realized why the thing was waiting so long to attack. Exhausted mind cannot defend itself.

The ground started shaking around them when Chuuya’s ability broke free from under his skin. Loose rocks fell in a deadly rain from above.

One of them fell straight on Chuuya’s head, instantly knocking him out.

*

When Chuuya came to, he was surrounded by complete darkness. The activation of his ability revealed that what he feared most just happened. In the faint red glow Chuuya saw rocks blocking the tunnel from both ends. There was a cave in.

It was a miracle they survived. Akutagawa was sitting cross legged, eyes unfocused and staring into his lap. He barely reacted when Chuuya regained his consciousness.

“It leaves you alone when you’re not awake. I don’t think it can take hold of an unconscious mind,” he informed.

Chuuya tried moving but found both of his legs trapped under the rock. Trying to get them out brought a sharp pang of pain paralyzing his whole body. His legs remained trapped, possibly broken. He couldn’t use his ability to get himself free in fear of collapsing the rest of the ceiling.

“That idiot Dazai is there. He’ll figure what happened and find a solution.”

“If he gets to us in time,” Akutagawa answered. “Rashoumon is healing and you’re awake. It’ll look for us again and I don’t think it’ll let us survive this time.”

In the silence that fell after Akutagawa proclaimed their dark future, Chuuya could hear a gentle slithering sound, getting closer and closer with every heartbeat. He closed his eyes and swallowed. Maybe if he didn’t use his ability, the thing wouldn’t be able to find them.

Right before the red glow faded, he could see the tendrils of darkness crawling along the rocks. It was already too late.

[inner-dreamscape]

Pink Skies pt. 2

Title: Sirens

Part One

Also posted on AO3

The electrical buzzing of the blinking 'VANCANCY' sign outside the motel was hypnotizing. Chuuya stared blankly down at his hands, splayed open in the red light, then splayed out in the darkness when the sign blinked back off again. Again and again, his hands appeared in a haunting cycle, each time the same. Nothing changed. Nothing he did afterwards changed the fact that his hands were stained red.

It was a day to celebrate but Chuuya couldn't fathom the happiness the others felt at his first successive kill. He had to leave. He had to escape. So, he ran back to the motel room the first opportunity he got and he spent the next two hours burning his skin under a hot shower and wasting all the soap in trying to clean the red from his hands. But no matter what he did, he couldn't erase it. Couldn't wash the stink and the stickiness away. That red clung to his skin as if that person's soul haunted him for what he had done.

His hands trembled, or maybe it was his entire body. He didn't know. He wanted to cry but the shock and disgust and the urge to scream all warred within him that no tears were able to be shed. So he just sat there, on the floor next to the single bed, staring at his hands. He couldn't look away from them, didn't want to look away. Afraid that looking away would dismiss the act that he had committed. That it would devalue a human's life even if that human was rotten to the core.

He didn't know how long he had stayed there but before he knew it, the sun was rising and the red light was washed out. The only thing left were his clean palms.

Just like that.

--

Chuuya peeled a hand away from hugging his knees to stare down at them. Without his gloves on, they were the same as back then, clean and devoid of any blood. But he knew better.

The guy he managed to track down went down easily enough. It was easy to set his death up like a suicide. So wracked with guilt about putting an innocent man in critical care that he ended up hanging himself. Too late to be saved before the cops descended on him to arrest him for the drunken hit and run. He only hated that he couldn't have made a mess out of him, for Dazai.

For Oda.

It's been a whole week since Oda got out of critical care. Ango and Kunikida have been taking turns watching over the kids, with Dazai helping out whenever he wasn't by Oda's side at the hospital. The first 3 days, it took both him and Ango to drag Dazai out of the hospital room in order for Chuuya to take him home to sleep. It became easier to convince Dazai to leave once Oda woke up to tell him himself.

True to Chuuya's prediction, the first meal Oda asked for was curry. Thankfully, the nurse scheduled was able to dissuade him from breaking doctor's orders. From then on, all the nurses assigned to him had to keep an eye on the visitors to make sure none of them brought in contraband food. They kept a very strong eye on Ango, much to the man’s chagrin.

Despite the emergency surgery Oda had to go under, he escaped the crash with internal abdominal injuries, a broken arm and leg, bruised ribs and a heavy concussion. He would have to undergo physical therapy once his arm and leg healed, but the doctors were hopeful that there wouldn't be any lasting damage. Chuuya was glad. He didn’t know how he would have handled Dazai if there had been lasting damage. The scars and disabilities reminders about how they both had failed to protect family.

The noise from the shitty TV suddenly rose in volume as the characters on screen screamed at each other. He wasn't really paying attention to it, having it on as background noise. It was one of those rare days that their neighbors were away and the floor was blessedly silent. The thin walls left little to the imagination and privacy a thing to be missed. But that night, he couldn't take it. The silence. So, the TV was on.

It helped to distract his raging nerves and anxiousness. But it could only help for so long. Flipping through the limited channels, nothing caught his attention that he could fully immerse himself in. Even the game system he and Dazai scrimped and saved up for, for a joint Christmas present to themselves (and to be honest, the kids for when they visited), didn't seem enticing. He sat there, watching the over acted drama play out on the small screen. By the time the protagonist was making her exit, he had fully chewed his thumb nail down to the skin.

His partner was still visiting Oda and would probably stay there until the nurses kicked him out after visiting hours were over. Maybe he had time to go out and buy some cheap wine before Dazai came back. He had finished his stock yesterday, using liquid courage to help him finish his plan. Perhaps he could get drunk and go to bed early, forget about today and not worry about tomorrow. He means, Dazai knew he was planning something like this right? Chuuya wasn't part of the goody-goody two shoes agency so he didn't have to feel guilty over what Dazai would think. If anything, he knew almost exactly what Dazai would think. That wasn’t the problem. No. What was the problem was that he killed when he didn't have to. He killed when he promised Oda that he wouldn't become a killer like the rest of the gang. He killed when he knew for a fact that Oda wouldn't have wanted him to kill the guy that ran into him. He would have wanted Chuuya to leave it to the police and let the justice system get justice for him.

But he had promised Dazai first. He had promised himself first. That he would do anything in his power and position to keep the two of them safe from the shadows of the underworld. He stayed in the Port Mafia to thwart any and all future attempts at the two traitors should they become a target again. He stayed to keep an eye on other organizations that might deem the agency an enemy.

Dazai might argue that Chuuya was doing exactly what he was supposed to do. Nothing more and nothing less. Chuuya would be deeply inclined to agree with his partner.

Still. What was done, was done and Chuuya had to live with that for the rest of his life. He was prepared to carry that burden. Maybe he could coerce Dazai into keeping this fact a secret between them. What's one more amongst many?

His other thumb nail was gone now too. His spiraling thoughts had taken him out of the false calm he had acquired from the mindless reality TV he had settled on. He was fidgety. Angsty. He couldn't quite stop the bouncing of his leg as he stared hard at the grainy screen. God, if only he had a cigarette to chew on…

"I'm home!" Chuuya strangled a curse. He let it loose anyway once he saw the blood beading up on his thumb.

Dazai stood in the genkan, brown eyes focused on him as he removed his shoes. Chuuya ignored him, sticking his thumb in his mouth to suck the blood away. He made a face at the metallic flavor that coated his tongue. He didn’t think he had bitten so hard.

"Chuuya's not going to say 'Welcome home'?" Dazai whined, hefting the takeout bag onto the coffee table. "Even after I went out of my way to bring him food?" He directed a pout at the redhead, hoping for some sympathy.

"Welcome home, asshole." Chuuya grumbled, rummaging through the food containers to sort out their own. It was Dazai’s turn to pick up food anyways, so he got no pity from him.

"Hm."

It was Chinese that night. Peeking into each of the cartons, he found sesame chicken, pork fried rice, white rice, kung pao beef, egg rolls and some lin yueng bau. He claimed the fried rice, kung poa and lin yueng bau for himself, pushing the rest to the other side of him for Dazai. He dug in.

"Chuuya." Dazai called, still standing from the spot beside the couch.

He grunted, mouth stuffed with spicy kung pao and eyes glued to the TV. He knew that tone of voice. He was the ‘we need to have a serious talk’ voice because they were doing that now. Talking. No more secrets between them, they had decided. He was going to try to waylay the inevitable but Dazai hadn’t been known as the Demon Prodigy for nothing.

"Chuuya." Dazai called again, reaching a hand out to turn the red heads face towards him.

Chuuya swallowed down his food, lips pulling down into a frown. "What."

Dazai stared at him intently, getting that furrow between his brows when he was displeased with something. The look made Chuuya bristle. A callus free thumb swiped the splattering of sauce off of puffy lips. A pink tongue couldn't help but dart out and lick the digit. Appalled at his own tongue, Chuuya ripped his chin away from Dazai's soft hands.

"What?" He asked again, annoyed.

"What's wrong with Chuuya." And wasn't that a loaded question.

"Nothing's wrong with me. Sit down and eat already." He took his own advice and went back to eating.

Dazai sat down, but didn't make any moves to eat. He was still staring at Chuuya and Chuuya had no doubt in his mind that Dazai was figuring things out. He always did. He was the only person in the whole world who understood him to his core and he him in return. So he knew that Dazai was gearing up to have a serious talk, but honesty? Chuuya didn't want to have it. Yeah, he knew he would have to discuss this at some point, but not right now. Not tonight. His refusal to look at Dazai signified that.

The slender hand reached out again, this time, grabbing for the takeout carton. Chuuya made a noise a protest, but ultimately had to let it go if he didn't want the beef and bell pepper to fall from his chopsticks. He watched as the container was set back onto the table with the rest of the food. He slowly ate the rest from his chopsticks to prolong the conversation.

"You killed someone." Dazai stated, not asked. Because he knew. Chuuya didn't have to ask how he came to that conclusion. Dazai's seen him plenty of times after missions where he was forced to kill someone in self-defense and Chuuya was exhibiting those habits right in front of him. "Who was it?"

"No one you know." His leg started bouncing again. ‘When had it stopped?’

"Liar."

Chuuya glared. "It's true! It's not someone you know." Technically it was true. Dazai didn't know that guy's name. Chuuya didn't know either but to-ma-to, to-mah-to.

"But I know of them. You're more…keyed up than usual. That only happens when it's someone we have in common." A light seemed to go off in his head. "It was that guy."

"What guy?" His heart beat faster. He knew.

"The one that hit Oda." One look at Chuuya's face confirmed his answer. He smirked lightly. "I'm right."

"Whatever." He mumbled, reaching for the food.

Dazai stopped him. Chuuya groaned, leaning back into the couch.

"How did you do it?" Chuuya didn't like the look that infiltrated those brown eyes. ‘He shouldn’t have those thoughts’ he remembered thinking once. More than once because old habits die hard, and yes it was a habit. Until Dazai taught himself better, he knew the other would still be having them. And hadn’t that been the part of the reason he had stayed in the Port Mafia in the first place? To protect the both of them but also to help foster that new outlook on life; that life was worth something more than the pain and suffering of others at your hands.

Discussing this situation was going to be hard without bringing Dazai’s bloodlust back out from wherever it was buried. But Dazai had agreed to Chuuya’s terms of handling the guy himself, so it was a start.

"No. We are not going to talk about this. I'm not going to tell you how."

"I can always look it up." He threatened.

"Not if I ask you not too. And not if you want to keep this just between us." Chuuya fired back.

"Are you?"

"What? Going to ask you not to look it up?" Dazai nodded.

Chuuya remained silent, thinking about his answer. He wanted to say yes. Keep everything buried deep down under, and he knew that Dazai would take his request seriously. But that's how things ruined. It would fester and fester until it was eating him up inside. Until there was nothing else left inside him. Didn't they say the best thing for a wound to heal was to let it breathe?

Letting Dazai look up the information saved him from having to say everything out loud. And wasn't he just a right coward for thinking it in actuality.

He wasn't a coward.

"No. No I'm not." And Dazai smiled at him, pleased. They've come a long way into their relationship. "But I am asking that you not do it right away. I'll tell you. Later. Just…not right now, okay?"

"Okay." Dazai slid the hand that was holding Chuuya's arm, down until he was holding Chuuya's hand in his own. He gave the smaller one a reassuring squeeze. "That’s all I ask."

Chuuya silently nodded.

"Are you still hungry?" Their food was probably already cold.

"Not that much, no." He lost most of his appetite at the mention of his heinous deed.

The leg that was not curled up on the couch supporting their hands was still bouncing. It stilled briefly at the heavy sigh that escaped from Dazai. The other's hand left his for a moment, fishing in his back pocket for something. Chuuya silently missed the warmth.

Dazai pulled out an unfamiliar packet of cigarettes. He shook one out, gripping it with his mouth and pulling before shaking another out and offering it to Chuuya. It strangely reminded Chuuya of the morning in front of the hospital.

‘A lot of things are.’

Curiously, he took the cigarette, holding it up to his nose to sniff it. There was a fruity scent about it, different from the spice and tobacco from their usual. Seeing the question on his partner's face, Dazai told him, "They're new. The company just came out with them a month ago; fruit flavors. That one's strawberry." The painted ring underneath the filter was red. Looking over, Dazai's was yellow. Lemon.

Dazai pulled out a lighter and lit his, taking a deep breath to get the smoke going. The scent of lemons surrounded them as smoke escaped those parted lips. Intrigued and impatient, Chuuya leaned forward with his own cigarette tucked between his lips, pressing the tip against the smoldering end of Dazai's.

He didn't notice the deep inhale from Dazai, or the widening of his brown eyes. Instead, he focused on keeping the tips pressed together, trying to light his own. After a few seconds, the cigarette started catching. He moved back a little to see if it was enough when his eyes caught Dazai's. Blue eyes took in the heated look that covered Dazai's face.

The scents of lemon mixed with strawberry wafted into their noses as Chuuya's started burning. Slowly, Dazai reached out to pluck the stick from Chuuya's mouth and his own before crashing his lips onto the shorter.

Chuuya could have sworn he heard Dazai mutter into his mouth, "Beautiful" as he returned the kiss.

The kissing didn't last long and the strawberry stick was shoved back into his mouth. Rolling his eyes, he took a drag, tasting the flavor on his tongue. It was tart from the taste of Dazai and lemon, and Chuuya couldn't bring himself to hate it.

"I like the strawberry." He said at last, taking another taste.

He felt a weight on his left side as Dazai tipped over, resting his head on Chuuya's shoulder.

"Hm, I like the lemon." Dazai smiled, releasing the smoke in Chuuya's face.

"It's sour like you, no wonder." The redhead teased.

"And you're red, your point?"

Chuuya rolled his eyes. "Shut up, shitty mackerel."

They spent the rest of the evening bickering and watching trash TV, cuddled into each other. They didn't talk about the drunk driver again that night, thankfully. When they crawled into bed around 2 in the morning Chuuya felt like himself again. He peeled his hands away from Dazai's back to look at them once more. They were clean. Sighing, he cuddled Dazai closer to himself, burying his face into fluffy brown hair. There will always be blood on his hands, whether they were clean or not, but he had Dazai there to help with the burden of it. That was all he could ask for.

The distant sound of sirens, filtered faintly into their bedroom.

[misstinfoilhat]

The Boy in the Belfry, part 13. A Bungou Stray Dogs fic

All is dark. All is calm. All is good.

The only thing he can hear is the muffled sound of his fellow agents getting to work around him, and the only thing he can feel is leather gloves carefully caressing the side of his face and occasionally swiping away the unmanageable bangs from his face.

All is okay. All is over. All is well.

His father is dead. He knows. Not even a termite like his old man, can withstand what had to be more than ten stabs to the head, and at least ten more to the chest. To be absolutely sure, he genuinely hopes that Mori will cut his head off and feed it to the pigs. Or better yet, his heart. You can never be too sure considering all the pestered animals that can keep on living without their heads. He'll let Mori do whatever he wants to the body, as long as it's not burried beneath the same ground as his mother and sisters. He'll let Mori feed his sickest fantasies, just to make sure that the motherfucker burns in hell.

All is still. All is numb. All is dead.

                                                          -xXx-

Atsushi was stunned. With trembling knees, he was able to take one step before his legs buckled under his weight, but Yosano was quick to react out and caught him before he could hit the ground. She'd been keeping an eye out for all of their younger agents during the bloodied act, knowing fully that the sight before them would be overwhelming to anyone- and especially someone as inexperienced and impressionable as Atsushi.

Even if they all knew about Dazai's past in the Port Mafia by now, Yosano (and to an extent, Kyouka) was probably the only ones who were capable of even nearly understanding what kind of measures Dazai has had to go through, to survive a lifestyle in the mafia that he did not choose for himself, but had been molded and broken into by callous hands.

The horrors he must have seen, as well as executed himself... from her own experience, she knew it was horrendous. And him, being a former executive, she could only begin to imagine how much worse he'd been through.

But he had been exposed to such cruel acts himself.

Until now, she was the only one in the agency who had seen the hideousness that had been done to his body underneath the bandages. It was nothing but evidence of a lifetime of torture.

But now, they had all seen it. What the mellow tempered jokester was hiding underneath the bandages.

Yosano got awakened from her thoughts as Atsushi ripped himself from her grip and ran out of the church. With that, she was reminded of the chaos around her. Her heart pulled her in one direction, wanting to make sure that Atsushi was okay, but a persistent Kunikda yelled for her assistance in the other.

“Kyouka,” she started to say but needed not to say more. The petite girl ran after her friend- probably a little relieved to get away from the situation. Yosano made a mental note to talk to her later. This whole event probably brought back some very unpleasant memories for her too.

Yosano hurried and ran to Dazai's aid.

                                                         -xXx-

“Atsushi-san?” Kyouka asked as softly as her already pleasant voice could muster, as she saw the boy huddled up and cradling himself right outside the door of the church. “Are you alright?”

Atsushi didn't answer, only grabbed his legs tighter and faintly shivered from the rain and sour wind.

“You should come back inside... I don't want you to get sick. They have covered the... body,” she added.

“It's not that...” Atsushi finally answered quietly. “I can take a dead body, Kyouka. I've seen blood and gore before. It's just...” he took a deep breath trying to make his voice sturdy. “I can't see Dazai like that. He's... he's supposed to be unbreakable, you know?”

Kyouka lowered her head. She knew, but she also knew. Knew a few things about the Port Mafia that Atsushi didn't. Things about Mori that anyone outside of the mafia would never know.

“You know,” he chuckled, almost humorously but couldn’t quite muster it, “...once, he carried me all the way back to the infirmary after a really bad fight downtown. He had several broken ribs, a concussion, and a pretty bad knee injury. Yosano and Kunikida literally had to tackle him to the ground and tranquilize him to treat his injuries,” Atsushi recalled bitterly. 

“Seeing him in such a vulnerable state right now... it's breaking my heart. I just can't take it. He's the closest thing to... maybe not a father, but at least a big brother, or a cool uncle, that I've ever had.” 

Atsushi bit his lip and added, “Also, seeing how he just used the remains of his energy to execute such a brutal killing... looking completely and utterly... unfeeling and unfazed by it, sends shivers through my whole body. I'm not sure I know that person...”

A touch on the arm from Kyouka interrupted him. She looked keenly into his eyes with her piercing light blue ones.

“Please, Atsushi. There's a lot you don't understand about Dazai-san. There's a lot none of us will ever understand. But, you saw the marks on his body and you heard what the preacher said. I'm not sure if any of us would have acted any other way if we were in his position.”

Atsushi knew she was probably right. He knew if he was in the same desperate state of mind as Dazai had been in then and there, and been given the opportunity to fight back- he probably would too. It wasn’t like he hadn’t fought in blind rage before himself.

Even so, he would need some time to process what he had just witnessed.

                                                         -xXx-

Kunikida hardly ever acted spontaneously. Obviously, even he couldn't foresee every possible turn of events, but it wasn't for the lack of trying.

This entire day had been agonizingly out of his control, and as Dazai fell unconscious after the confrontation and savage killing of the preacher (he wouldn't even give the man the acknowledgment of calling him Dazai's father), he decided to give in to the moment, letting go of his analytic thought process and acting purely from instinct and heart.

And his heart said to screw everything and get Dazai out of there alive.

Chuuya had already made it to Dazai. Kunikida could see him comforting and sheltering him, but wanted, all the same, to kick the vertically challenged Chucky look-a-like's face in for misusing his and his partner's trust.

“What the hell is going on?” he demanded, reaching the two, hitting Chuuya's stupid hat off, just for his own satisfaction.

The redhead didn't even flinch and was more concerned with making Dazai comfortable despite his injuries.

“I'm sorry,” he whispered. Kunikida didn't know if he was referring to Dazai, him or both of them. Probably the ladder. “I didn't know that Mori would let it go this far, but I should have. He always takes it too far.”

Kunikida looked for the Port Mafia boss, but he had already disappeared.

'That fucking coward.'

He snapped his fingers and got the attention of Tanizaki and Kenji, as he noticed Yosano being held up with Atsushi.

“Please, if you're up to it, would you mind... trying to find something to cover the body with?” he asked quietly. Even with somewhat pallor looks, they both complied, probably relieved to get a task to distract themselves, even if it was a messy one.

He turned back to Chuuya and Dazai, only to realize that Dazai's face started to look strained, fusing into a tight grimace as his body gradually started trembling worse and worse.

“He's having a seizure!” Kunikida exclaimed and pushed a frozen Chuuya away, quickly turning Dazai on his side to clear his airways. “Yosano!”

                                                             -xXx-

The ambulance drove off with Dazai, accompanied by Yosano. Chuuya had redeemed himself a little by helping them to get rid of the body before anyone else would see it, as well as cleaning up the mess that had been made. They put their trust in Yosano to come up with some kind of story to explain Dazai's (somewhat embarrassingly for both the ADA and the hospital) third disappearance (sporting an external fixing device on his leg and a broken back) from the hospital and the state they sent him back in.

“You have some explaining to do,” Kunikida stated sternly to Chuuya, as they watched the ambulance drive off.

“I don't think I'm the right person to do that,” he said simply, but couldn't hide the clear discomfort of being interrogated.

“Your namby-pamby boss vanished out of the thin air. He didn't even stick around to make sure that Dazai was okay,” Kunikida retorted sourly.

Chuuya smirked slightly, crossing his arms and started to walk towards his bike. “I don't mean Mori, Kunikida-kun.”

At first, Kunikida was confused by the statement. He watched the back of the mafioso as he walked calmly away. 

Then it dawned upon him.

Could Dazai already have known what was going to happen?

…

Of course, he could.

                                                             -xXx-

Dazai looked peaceful in spite of Atsushi's inability not to imagine the scars that lay hidden underneath his bandages. The third operation in just a little less than a month had taken its toll on his mentor, and understandably so.

Atsushi didn't know if he would ever be able to look upon the man who, despite his many flaws, he had regarded as his hero, the same way ever again. He looked the same, but somehow, he felt different.

Even so, he hadn't moved from his bedside since he'd been allowed into his room in the ICU. The others from the agency had returned to the dorms to get some much-needed rest, but something inside of Atsushi's stomach had made him unable to leave Dazai there by himself.

Dazai twitched slightly in the bed. Atsushi automatically stood up, leaning towards the railings, watching intently as his mentor started to wake up.

Bewildered hands moved towards his face, trying to remove the intruding nasal cannula before his eyes had even opened.

“Uh, no, stop it. I think you need that,” Atsushi said nervously, grabbing Dazai's hands and placed them gently back by his side.

“So annoying,” Dazai sighed hoarsely, before falling back to sleep.

Atsushi smiled.

Maybe Dazai was the same after all.

[goddamnitdazai]

to whom you serve || Chuuaku Samurai AU

Chuuaku Week Day 5 || Role Reversal - AU  Chuuya had never been bothered by the scent of it. Or the color. It didn’t bother him that it would mix into his hair and become indistinguishable until he washed it in the riverbank, or that the scent of iron within the the blood itself mimicked the scent of a sharpened sword in the right atmosphere. Their faces irritated him, not in the way they looked aesthetically or how they contorted once his blade hit their vital organs, it was the ones who begged for their lives tears streaming down their cheeks as they threw another beneath the hilt of his sword. Their comrades; family. Men like that were the ones Chuuya didn’t mind taking his time with. Ensuring they felt every slice and cut from the very tip of his sword down to the hilt.

Charred wood crackles at his feet sending onyx colored dust and smoke undulating into the night sky. On a farm this far outside of Kyoto it would take at least an hour to be noticed, another hour and thirty minutes before the military police came to check on things. By then the bodies would be scorched to ash. Skeletons left to rot into the earth unable to show how they were killed if the police even bothered to search for another reason outside of a house fire. Chuuya spits in the dirt spots of crimson dotting the soiled earth along with his saliva. One of them had gotten a decent punch on him, apparently. Footsteps echo in the dry grass causing birds flocking the opposite direction. Chuuya’s hand is smooth against the broad end of his sword. Navy cloth wiping the metal until moonlight refracts off the tip before he sheaths it at his side. Akutagawa watches in silence coat fluttering in the wind. Chuuya’s hair catching the same breath of cold air as the moon rises higher in the sky signaling the start of tomorrow. This had taken longer than he expected. “Oi, your boss always send you to watch his hired help or am I just a favorite?” He snaps voice gruff from the smoke. Granite hues follow Chuuya’s movement entranced by the fluidity of his steps. “Dazai-san wanted to ensure you followed orders this time.” He merely states the truth though the tightness in Chuuya’s shoulders make him regret answering. As samurai became more a burden than a help it wasn’t uncommon for them to take on work for those still managing illegal trade under the new regime. Chuuya’s skill was widely known, unmatched, and warranted a high price for his work. A man of honor despite the danger hidden behind azure eyes swirling in the gleam of the moonlight. Akutagawa shakes his head coughing in the smoke, hat nearly dropping from the abrupt movement. “Cover your mouth or you’ll inhale too much.” Chuuya says over his shoulder hair tightly drawn over his nape in a bun. Soft tendrils the color of a sunset kept tidy by a thin white string. Akutagawa nods following a few feet behind Chuuya as they wade through the dried up grass and rice fields heading toward the forest. Akutagawa doesn’t ask the destination. Struggling keeping up with Chuuya’s quick steps was enough of a distraction until his ears pick up the sound of a stream. Frogs chirping in shallow banks hidden by water lilies larger than his two hands combined. This was the opposite direction of home. “Chuuya-san, Kyoto is the other way.” He states. As if Chuuya didn’t know his way back to the capital. The red head rolls his eyes and turns to face Akutagawa. “I’m filthy I need to wash this shit off.” He gestures with a flattened palm to the blood stained on his neck and chest down to the edges of his navy kimono. Akutagawa’s cheeks grow warm but his face remains stone-cold impassive. Years of training..under Dazai. Emotions were the key to weakness and a leg up for the enemy. Supposedly. “Those hats are ridiculous.” Chuuya says as he pulls his arms from the sleeves and kneels down near the mouth of the river. Carefully avoiding mushy areas of mud and grass hands scooping up the cold, translucent water. Akutagawa glances at him with a frown. “I do not choose my uniform.” His voice borders on cold. Chuuya glances over his shoulder a second time. “That’s not even close to being true.” Chuuya replies turning back to rinse himself with cold water. Skin prickling when it splashes against his bare shoulders. Akutagawa counts how long it takes for Chuuya’s spine to straighten under the onslaught of cold skin stretching over rigid muscles outlined in thick, symmetrical curves. Akutagawa blinks and looks away. He didn’t choose. Not exactly. Dazai had brought him up from poverty and when the government began to twist with the time he was given an opportunity to continue to serve Dazai and his family. The government chose his uniform and he took it as a way to thank Dazai for all the training and the food. “The bruise on your face is almost healed. You put aloe vera on like I told you? It’s expensive but it helps.” Akutagawa’s eyes flit up at the sound of Chuuya’s voice. Tongue numbing for a moment. It was a new bruise, same spot. Dazai tended to hit the same area. ‘Building a tolerance.’ “Yes.” The word drags out of him like molasses fleeing a barrel. Akutagawa watches each muscle flex beneath Chuuya’s pallid skin, again. A simple task, throwing water over one’s body, seemed to bring out the defined curves and edges on Chuuya’s arms. Akutagawa looks down at his own through the thin cloth of the cloak. The definition, if any, was merely his skin stretched over his bone. “It’s getting cold. It will take at least an hour to walk back.” Chuuya groans. “We’re not making it back tonight. I’m too tired and you’re too weak to carry me all that way.” Akutagawa scoffs at Chuuya’s remark head turning back to face the never ending forest across the riverbank. He wasn’t weak. That weak. Though, his sister often won arm wrestling matches against men he’d lost to in the bar when Dazai dragged him out. Frowning, Akutagawa steps forward and grabs Chuuya’s hair tie spinning it around his wrist as Chuuya dips his head in the water. “I have somewhere, it’s fifteen minutes walking.” Chuuya says once he’s finished cleaning the blood from his hair. Water trickling down the curved edges of his bangs sticking themselves to sharp cheekbones highlighted by the deep blue of his eyes. Akutagawa shivers; Chuuya frowns. “Oi, you need to eat more.” “I eat enough.” When Dazai found his work to be acceptable. When it wasn’t..he’d learned to like the taste of misou soup and unseasoned tofu. Akutagawa turns on his heel waiting for Chuuya at the edge of the road beneath a large tree. Choking on air when Chuuya appears at his side as if out of thin air kimono still draped over his stomach and hair left dripping over his shoulder. “Won’t you get cold?” Akutagawa asks eyes averted to the floor. Chuuya smirks teeth catching in the moonlight. “No, I’ve got meat on my bones.”                                                          ___________ Akutagawa had never noticed how loud the forest became at night. Most of the time he was stuck in Dazai’s house or around the courtyard at night. Handling security at his meetings, ensuring the tea house had his favorite girl of the night coming with the right kind of sake, and all the inbetweens Dazai didn’t want to handle himself. Crickets chirp and small animals rustle in the grass as the two men walk through a tunnel of trees crumpling over like their leaves had become too heavy for them to hold. Lightning bugs zip back and forth, tiny dots of stardust in an otherwise shadowed path. Orange flickers in the distance growing brighter and softer around the edges the further they walk until the path drops to a small staircase build into the natural dip of the forest floor. Wood creaks beneath Akutagawa’s foot unsure of where Chuuya was taking him so deep into the forest. After a few more steps a small house begins to stick out from the thick trees and bushes surrounding it. Masking the shape in shadows and lush, green leaves. Chuuya yawns and stretches his arms out. “Don’t tell Dazai I have this.” He grates, eyes narrowing over his shoulder until Akutagawa agrees. “What..is this?” The taller man asks slipping his shoes off on the outstretched patio. Chuuya does the same and pushes the sliding door open revealing a quaint space. Fresh tatami mats and a table in the center, wood burning stove near a single counter, and on the opposite side three beds. Chuuya’s eyes lower a fragment voice softening the further he steps into the house. “Old base me and my friends used when we traveled between here and Yokohama.” Akutagawa stops in the center of the floor. Eyes wandering to Chuuya who had begun stoking the fire in the belly of the stove back to life. “Oh.” Is all Akutagawa can muster. Chuuya’s shoulders had slumped and from Akutagawa’s angle Chuuya’s eyes looked lost in another world. Hands moving robotically to set the tea kettle on the now warmed stove, two cups coming down from the shelf. Chuuya had never mentioned his life before this, and Akutagawa had just assumed like most other samurai after the war all they could do was..wander. Find work. Having a life before that seemed..unnecessary. Training and honing the skills that Chuuya had must have taken years. How could he dedicate himself while remaining in close ties with others? Dazai had always said friends were incredibly useless unless they provided something; money, routes, or information. Akutagawa shifts awkwardly waiting for Chuuya to tell him to sit down. “Let’s go outside. It gets stuffy in here.” Chuuya says, holding both teacups and jutting his chin towards the door. Akutagawa turns back around and opens it waiting for Chuuya to sit before he takes the seat next to him. Inches apart. The warmth from Chuuya’s bare skin hovering just close enough for Akutagawa to smell the spring water remaining. Stars dot the sky unshrouded by the lanterns and  sounds of Kyoto. Akutagawa’s eyes drift from the undulating steam in his tea cup to Chuuya’s profile. Veiled moonlight glossing the curve of his nose down to the sharp edges of his jawline. It was not softness Akutagawa found in the expression Chuuya wore, rather, it seemed more akin to fondness mixed with loss. A sadness that wasn’t fresh enough to cause pain only silently roll over the mind now and again as a mournful remembrance. “You do pick your uniform. That wasn’t meant as an insult.” Chuuya finally breaks the silence. Voice tired and silky all at once. Akutagawa felt it in his chest. “I picked this, even though I knew we wouldn’t always be needed. Shit changes, but if you’re proud of it then...that’s all that matters. Even with that tacky hat.” He smiles at Akutagawa before tipping the cup back to his lips. “It...is not flattering on all of us.” Akutagawa admits, sipping his tea as well. “It is repayment for what Dazai-san has done for me. Once the government shifted...he needed reassurance.” Chuuya scoffs. “He needed a pawn to make sure none of the new militia got up his ass.” “It is still my job.” Akutagawa’s eyes meet Chuuyas. “As it is your job to kill when hired.” Chuuya stills for a minute then shrugs. “Yeah, but I look good in my uniform..better than that goofy fuckin’ hat.”  His smirk rides higher up the side of his face. “Just..don’t forget you’re fighting for yourself as well as..whatever your boss wants.” Akutagawa’s brows knit together. “How is killin---” Chuuya stops him with a finger to his lips. “I didn’t mean it in that way. I fought for those who couldn’t fight for themselves, and still do. For my friends..who were forgotten in the wake of the new era.” Chuuya’s eyes dart back to the moon high in the sky hand dropped from Akutagawa’s face and brought back to curl on his knee. “That’s the part I do for myself. I don’t just work for just your boss y’know. You should find something else for yourself..a reason...doesn’t mean you can’t be a pawn if you want.” Akutagawa bites the inside of his cheek turning his head and mirroring Chuuya’s gaze up at the heavens. Thinking for a moment before he finally speaks. “Gin.” He says quietly; Chuuya smiles into his tea cup. “Good.” Chuuya sighs happily, leaning back with one hand on the patio wind curling through his hair. “Good.”

[natsthinkitythinkthinkthonk]

Bungou Stray Dogs: Dead Apple [My Thoughts]

I can’t guarantee that there are no spoilers, so I will just put the “keep reading” line. With that being said, this is in no way a deep analysis of any kind. Do not take this seriously. I’m just an idiot running my mouth. This is just a stupid thing that I’m writing because I just finished the movie.

If you’re Canadian, just know that they did not prepare a special message for us. The voice actors who appeared in the message before the start of the movie (Uemura Yuuto, Ono Kensho, and Taniyama Kishou) and the Crunchyroll staff prepared the message for Americans. I’m Canadian, but I guess that’s close enough (still a little disappointing though).

Whether you ship Atsushi x Kyouka as a sibling relationship, a friendship, or anything else, it was quite nice. Personally, I do support this ship despite the age gap of four years, but I wouldn’t be angry about any ships that aren’t... illegal let's say. Their relationship was done in a way that it wasn’t forced to make you think that they were in any specific kind of relationship which I liked because I had a feeling that audiences would’ve criticized it if they hinted any tiny bit of a romantic relationship. I think that kind of thing should be saved for the future if they decide to act on it. Let’s just say... I’ll preorder that ship.

Chuuya x Dazai (or Soukoku) is a ship that I don’t mind. It’s okay, but I personally liked Oda x Dazai. Too bad... well that ain’t gonna happen. Unless you believe in the afterlife... I guess. Was it forced? A little. Was I bothered? Not that much. I don’t care what you ship. If this is your ship, embrace it. I’ll sit here with my popcorn routing for you.

Was the story predictable? Yes. I didn’t feel that bothered by it though. I understand that they didn’t want to surpass or reveal anything that the manga has or anything that hasn’t been explored yet. This was made in a way that you wouldn’t feel really lost if you didn’t watch this and just continued with the manga. It was more of a side story. Plus, as a person who is constantly anxious, predictability is great. Don’t judge me.

The pacing was a little bit fast, but as an anime movie, it would be a bit crazy to have any expectations. Just be glad it wasn’t a complete recap. I think this movie would’ve benefited from being an OVA instead of just a movie, but that would’ve changed so many things in production. I will take what I can get.

I won’t get into the details of everything that was predictable. That would take too long, but the little things like the pill that Dazai took, why Ranpo put the snacks into a safe, the abilities attacking, how that would all work, everyone surviving (because as I said, this movie would not interfere with the major overarching story), etc. Also, I think we all know that Dazai and Ranpo know everything that’s going to happen. There’s no way that they can lose, and not for a single second did they convince me that the agency or anyone was in a pinch. The entire time felt as if it was under their control. In that sense, it almost belittled the villains slightly. Fyodor probably knew that and backed off to make another more prominent appearance later. Shibusawa was disappointing. For a villain that is so hyped and with an ability so outstanding, he was one of the biggest letdowns about the movie. The dragon was also disappointing just because I feel like it was meant to represent the “Tiger vs Dragon” cliche, but I was not too hyped about that. Just everything about Shibusawa and his actions I felt were not as well thought out as I wanted them to be. I knew that the “good side” was going to win, but his final form looked kind of like a joke (comparing to their usual high-quality character designs), and he didn’t put up as much of a fight as I thought they would have. The other ADA members barely make any appearances until the end, and I feel like they missed an opportunity with that. I understand that they were pressed for time though so I will let that slide... (begrudgingly)

I was pleased with the music and animation. Studio Bones did a pretty good job. The music did a wonderful job complimenting the visuals, and my attention was captured by the changes of tone and texture (if I can use that word) of the music. I was really surprised by the sophistication. I mean, it wasn’t the best anime music OST by any means, but it was good enough to suffice. Nothing extremely extraordinary. But GRANRODEO made a great inserted song that was placed in some reused visuals (too bad they didn’t animate all the visuals new) and some new visuals (mostly just the characters with a caption to describe their abilities) was good for hyping the audience. It was well-written and perfectly set the mood up for epicness. The ending by Luck Life was to be expected, and I loved it. I all the BSD endings, so the fact that they got back into it with a nice song addition to this movie was amazing. They reused the second OP during the final fight. I’ll be honest, they didn’t do as great of a job with this, but that was for one reason: the sound mixing made everything else drown out the song. I understand that everyone has probably heard the song beforehand, but I wish there was more balance.

Now onto voice acting... Bungou Stray Dogs has a great cast. None of the cast is really “newcomers” except for Atsushi’s seiyuu Uemura Yuuto whose role was one of his first major ones. I believe he was a student beforehand though. I think he’s getting a lot more roles now. 

I think I’ve finally gotten used to Kensho Ono playing Akutagawa. At first, I didn’t think he would fit the role too well. I thought they just did it to put in a big name, but I don’t mind it now. He does bring a certain tone to the character that is unique to him. 

Fyodor was a mixed choice for me in terms of how I liked it. I know that Akira Ishida is definitely not new. He has so many roles under his name that range in character type and personality, but I almost felt as if they could’ve done better. I would’ve appreciated it if they opened the cast to more new voice actors. Maybe this role would be too big for someone who is new, but as much as Ishida’s portrayal wasn’t bad by any means, I would’ve been open to other interpretations of the complex and witty character.  The reason why I think Akira Ishida fit (despite him being Katsura in Gintama) is because he still brought the tone of the character to life. He still had the charisma of the character. He was good; he just wasn’t great.

Now for the choice of Shibusawa... I wasn’t really pleased. Kazuya Nakai is definitely talented as a voice actor, but his voice just didn’t resonate with me well. Shibusawa was disappointing for me as a character. I expected him to be more sophisticated, but that voice just didn’t do it. It’s one thing for the writing, but I know Nakai for voicing quirkier thugs and goofy samurai (just look at him in Gintama. You’ll get what I mean). Alternatives for this role? I wouldn’t know who would fit. Here are some alternatives off the top of my head: Satoshi Hino, Morikawa Toshiyuki, Hikaru Midorikawa, Tomokazu Seki, Nakata Jouji, Shinichiro Miki, etc. These are all veterans who I know have the range for this. 

Character development in this movie wasn’t bad, but be sure that you have the popular opinion because if you don’t like Atsushi, Kyouka, Akutagawa, or Chuuya, sorry, but you can just sit your butthurt baggage over on the side. I know. It sucks, but they only had so much time. I already said that they would’ve done better with an OVA for the proper development and pacing, but just be glad that we got this for now. BSD doesn’t do the best job with their side characters, but that’s a rant for another time. 

Atsushi was a little bit annoying in this film. He was constantly having to get himself together, and I felt like Kyouka was carrying him along half the time. I didn’t entirely mind this though because Kyouka is my favourite, and her strength and resilience was nice for me to watch. But Atsushi really came through (a little rushed) at the end. His backstory was a little shallow. I expected more out of it. I understand that they had limited time, but I felt as if they have a gold mine of development there. They had so much potential and the timing was perfect. They just decided not to really touch it.

Dazai got enough screen time. Was he the main character? Not really. But let’s be real, Dazai gets more than enough the rest of the time. You knew that he was pulling strings the entire time anyway. The Oda recap was really sweet though. That moment where they shared a flashback conversation was beautifully done and stood out to me. They didn’t beat it to death either. Nicely done.

Chuuya. Not going to lie, he’s a little overrated by the fandom, but he adds a good amount of vulgarity to add to the comedic factor. I’m not sure how I feel about him having such a big impact everywhere. I wanted to see some of the others. But I don’t hate him. He relies on Dazai a bit much for my liking, and he did play a major role in the final fight which I still have a mixed opinion about. His voice acting at that point in the final fight was not living up to expectations, but Kishou Taniyama provided that amazing opening, so he gets a pass automatically.

Akutagawa got quite a bit of screen time, but I felt like they didn’t develop him with any of it. We didn’t get to see any more depth than we already had. We didn’t learn anything about him. We were just shown same old Akutagawa. I didn’t mind it. He was epic. He did provide enjoyment.

Kyouka. This made me so happy. I saw a newer side of her that I already knew existed. She was such a badass that I couldn’t complain. I would’ve loved to see more about her and her backstory. We saw a brief visual of her mother. That was about it. The manga explores her past a little more, but I thought the movie would’ve touched on that a bit more from what I saw in the trailer. I am still extremely happy with her appearance in the movie. It was one of the most enjoyable things for me because she is my favourite character.

Fyodor got screen time. Not much. His presence was slightly brought to the side. You could tell that he was held off for later though. I think he’s going to be more involved in the manga, so let’s give this one a pass too.

I’m not going to talk about anyone else because there isn’t much to talk about when it comes to anyone else. They all stayed pretty much the same. I don’t think we expected anything though. This is kind of just a side story after all.

Did I enjoy this movie? Absolutely. Of course. I enjoyed it. There’s no doubt about that. I would push aside problems with the movie in a heartbeat. Those cute Atsushi x Kyouka moments are enough to keep me going for weeks. Kyouka getting screen time made me so happy.

NOW TIME FOR THE LINKS!

Music:

Want to listen to the BSD Dead Apple OST? https://bsd-bibliophile.tumblr.com/search/music You’ll most likely be able to find it here! The OST is nice to listen to. I highly recommend listening to it and following this account (you probably do already though)

For additional music recommendations, I highly suggest you check out the artists connected to this movie including: - GRANRODEO - Luck Life - Taku Iwasaki (the score writer) Iwasaki is known for a lot of other anime as well. He’s really talented!

Studio Bones (animation):

Want to know what other anime Studio Bones has done? Check out this video: https://youtu.be/Y1-i1sbDNLQ Noragami, Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood, My Hero Academia? These people are top-tier animators.

Seiyuu Recommendations for Shibusawa:

Curious about why I thought of these names? Here are some compilations of their other roles: - Satoshi Hino: https://youtu.be/B5gVmf0zwus - Morikawa Toshiyuki: https://youtu.be/INiLyrlRCmY - Hikaru Midorikawa: https://youtu.be/EAU4Fu49Yz0 - Tomokazu Seki: https://youtu.be/8iN0f7bHy0Y - Nakata Jouji: https://youtu.be/YAMJqU_3480 - Shinichiro Miki: https://youtu.be/yteyBKbVRIc These might not fit since this about personal preference, but it is food for thought!

Shibusawa’s seiyuu (Nakai Kazuya) other roles: https://youtu.be/7GV5vYhLMAw And if you’re curious, this is what I heard when I saw Shibusawa: https://youtu.be/7GV5vYhLMAw https://youtu.be/6x7_1GJ3F8w (He’s the guy with the black hair) ^ His role in Gintama is iconic, and I find a lot of these scenes funny.

Miscellaneous Videos:

This is a hodgepodge playlist of BSD-related content. You have the crack videos and hand-animated content and parodies, the seiyuu songs, their other roles, and some anime snippets. https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLGH6abWmUXgPnoHTOHyeeXyG6s_WINyzB

Shameless Self-Promo!

Tumblr: https://nsisbest385.tumblr.com (main) https://natsspammityspamspamham.tumblr.com (...spam if you didn’t sense that)

YouTube: BSD-Inspired music: https://youtu.be/sfnN6eqUfEs Reason Living (Cover): https://youtu.be/-rlSxB6CZrE Channel: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCRETNNIpCqiarbeuJoGrjBA

[bungou-stray-dogs-indulgences]

Could I ask headcanons for Dazai, Chuuya, Mori and Fyodor with a s/o who suddenly have an asthma attack while they don't have one since childhood? It happened to me recently and I didn't miss it at all (╥﹏╥)

Dazai Osamu

In true Dazai fashion, your boyfriend freaks out a bit, but rolls with it, pretending he’s perfectly calm. He sweeps you up in his arms, immediately intending to rush you to the hospital before you get any worse. The only way you avoid a doctor’s visit is if you insist that there’s no way he’s stuffing you in a hospital bed over an asthma attack.

As soon as you’re breathing normally, Dazai launches into a long-winded speech, proclaiming how worried he was as he tugs you into his arms for a crushing hug. You’re only allowed to perish in a double suicide with him, Dazai reminds, planting a kiss on your nose before dropping you on the couch to rest.

While you’re resting at home after the attack, Dazai raises a huge fuss, mass texting all of his ADA coworkers and suggesting they come and visit the ‘withering patient’. He’s immediately a bit salty if someone shows up without flowers until Kunikida points out that the pollen might trigger another attack; then he pretends that was all a test to see if the visitors were being attentive enough. 

If you refuse to see a doctor, Dazai bugs you constantly about talking to Yosano. Even though she might be terrifying sometimes, the woman certainly knows what she’s about, and consulting her is at least a bit more casual than a full-on scheduled appointment with a specialist. If you try to protest, Dazai simply decides to pester you about it until you change your mind. He brings it up at the breakfast table, while you’re snuggling on the couch, even while you’re rolling around in bed if it’s necessary. You will not pass by two hours without another, “Hey, have you called up Yosano yet?”.

Even if you only have one attack, Dazai often calls you his ‘precious invalid’. Expect to be pummeled with sick-jokes, because Dazai peppers them into conversation at every opportunity. Can’t lift something? Dazai’s sure it’s you’re deteriorating muscles. Have a headache? According to Dazai, that’s tied to your faulty lungs. Don’t worry, though; if Dazai grows too annoying, he’ll repent with a shower of kisses.

Nakahara Chuuya

The moment you manage to wheeze that you’re having an asthma attack, Chuuya’s instantly panicking. Unless you mentioned it before, he didn’t even know you had asthma, much less how he should treat an attack! He firmly crushes his dismay, though, channeling all of his energy into looking after you. As soon as he’s swept you up, gently carrying you some private place where you can sit peacefully without being bothered, Chuuya’s ransacking your pockets and bag, searching for an emergency inhaler.

Even if you insist that you’re fine, Chuuya’s immediately on the phone with a Port Mafia doctor, demanding that they see you now. If you don’t want to meet with a medic, Chuuya simply ignores you. This isn’t your decision. After he’s sure that moving you won’t somehow accidentally seal your doom, Chuuya picks you up, cradling you in his arms as he carries you to his car and practically speeds right through the doctor’s front office wall.

As soon as you’ve returned home, Chuuya coaxes you to slide into bed next to him so you can rest up with some snuggling. If you don’t want to sleep for the rest of the day, he’ll put on a movie you’ve both been wanting to see and tug you into his shoulder. If you’re not up for that much stimulation, Chuuya lets you use his chest as a pillow as he reads aloud from a poetry volume he’s been flipping through, his velvet voice soothing every frayed cord of your soul.

After he’s 100% sure that you’re better, Chuuya surprises you with an elaborate date to take your mind off the whole business. Count on plenty of fairy lights sprinkled around the patio of the waterside restaurant he’s rented out, tracks of your favorite violin music wafting over the speakers, and endless servings of your guilty-pleasure foods as Chuuya pampers you beyond belief. The night’s finished out with him swirling you around the patio in a romantic dance; it’s slow, of course. He doesn’t want you to risk straining yourself, of course.

Speaking of straining yourself, Chuuya absolutely loses his mind when you do so. Whenever you’re so much as out of breath, he grows a bit nervous, worrying that you’ll suddenly be overcome by an asthma attack. Chuuya won’t stop you from doing anything you want, naturally, but if something requires strenuous activity, his eyes are glued on you the entire time.

Mori Ougai

The moment your symptoms started flaring up, Mori grows suspicious. Even if you haven’t told him you’ve struggled with asthma in the past, he knows it’s a common enough condition that alarm bells are ringing in his mind. In case it’s really nothing, Mori doesn’t immediately whip out a stethoscope and medication, but he keeps close tabs on you..

As soon as you’re hit by an attack, Mori’s doctor side springs to life. Calmly and coolly, he talks you through what’s he’s up to as he searches through your pockets for an emergency inhaler. Whatever you need, he sets a subordinate on getting as he effortlessly picks you up, carrying you to somewhere private where he can easily treat you. Under Mori’s care, you’re soon breathing normally as he works to rid your body of your tight lungs and wheezing coughs.

If you’ve been wanting anything, now’s the time to beg, because Mori’s wrapped around your finger (not that he isn’t normally, mind you) for the rest of the day. He pampers you like it’s his job; whatever you want, whether it’s cotton candy and snuggles or a necklace completely stuffed with five carat blue diamonds, it’s yours. Mori dedicates the rest of the day to waiting on you hand and foot, filling your every demand as soon as the words fall from your lips.

Mori’s office, and anywhere else in Port Mafia HQ you’re often seen, becomes a no-smoking zone. As you might expect from a Mafia organization, there’s a lot of smoking going on, so this rule raises a lot of friction. Mori doesn’t particularly care, though. Anyone bold enough to question him about it is immediately shut down with a steely glare.

From now on, Mori ‘suggests’ that you keep an emergency inhaler on you at all times. He’ll bother you until this inhaler practically becomes your new best friend; no matter where you are, or what you’re doing, Mori’s not happy if your inhaler’s out of reach. If you do forget, though, it’s not a huge deal; he’s got another backup inhaler stuffed in his coat pocket, just in case. 

Fyodor Dostoevsky

As soon as your first symptom hits, Fyodor’s concerned. Dealing with his own anemia has trained his eyes to spot the signs of oncoming attacks, and your body seems like it’s trying to tell you something. If you brush it off, Fyodor doesn’t push, but he keeps his eyes trained on you in case his suspicions are correct.

When your attack starts, Fyodor instantly shifts into problem-solving mode. If you’re still able to speak, he calmly asks you if you know what you’re suffering from, and if you’ve got any medications you need. As he searches through your things for an emergency inhaler, he’s working through no less than three different plans, mentally preparing for every possible situation. 

Fyodor’s mind is racing as he considers which doctor he should bring you to, but if you stop him in his tracks, insisting you don’t want medical attention, he defers to your judgement. He’s suffered through enough freezing waiting rooms to know that when you’re in pain, under a stethoscope is the last place you want to be. Fyodor trusts that if you truly need a doctor, you’ll let him know in time for him to arrange a meeting.

Nobody knows the struggles of sickness like Fyodor, so there’s no one better equipped to comfort you. He rubs your back and shoulders, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as you ride out the attack, waiting for your inhaler to work. Fyodor’s always ghosting across your skin, just enough so that you know he’s there, but not so much that he’s overbearing or stressing your already struggling body.

For the rest of the day, Fyodor pays extra sweet attention to you. He rarely takes a day off, but this is one of the few occasions he’ll get away from his work to waste time with you. Naturally, he’s not about to let you do anything that requires effort, so he curls up with you on the couch, a gigantic volume of poetry folded through his hands. Fyodor’s not the best at reading it aloud; instead, he flips through the pages, finding his favorite verses and explaining what the words mean to him. If you snuggle up a bit, and he’s feeling extra sentimental, he’ll even describe how he sees images of you wound through the poems.

[tryingtofeelanything]

That’s what being a partner means, right ?

Soukoku Week - Day 2           「That’s what being a partner means, right?」– Dazai Osamu, Chapter 11

English Bungou Stray Dogs Soukoku One shot SFW (minus implied suicidal thoughts and maybe self-harm, depends on your interpretation)

Here is my contribution for the second day of Soukoku week. I may not do the other days, as I won’t have much free time this week. We’ll see. Just, two things here. First : this is originally an idea for Dazai’s birthday. But I didn’t have enough time to write it back there, so here it is, with some minor changes to fit the prompt. Second : this can be - but it’s absolutely not necessary - read with another OS of mine, Just before the Night. Thank you for your feedback, it’s always highly appreciated. :) Also, I’m sorry if this contains some typos, mistakes or weird translated parts. I did it in a bit of a hurry. I’ll fix everything when I post in AO3, probably by the end of next week.

He didn't know why. Really, honestly. And he didn't want to know. Not at all. Why he had fallen back into old habits, old like four years ago, so easily. Why he had found those old, forgotten, cleared thoughts back. Dazai didn't mean anything anymore. Dazai was only a traitor. He had betrayed them. He had betrayed him, betrayed Chuuya. Not that this individual betrayal was anything special. Dazai threw people away like he threw objects away, once used, worn out, definitely damaged. His partner was a tool like any other, he would have never claimed any privilege. Or was it what he kept saying to himself. In order to make the thought more bearable, to forget he had personally suffered from it. First when the doubt surrounding Dazai's disappearance had morphed into certainty. Then, after two years, when his named had appeared again, in conversations, in Yokohama, when it had became sure that the ex-prodigy of Port mafia was still in town, alive, and had decided to come back to the public streets – in the lively streets downtown, not those darker ones surrounding the less visited neighborhood, the one housing the intimidating premises that had welcomed him so often when no one would have done it. Finally, two more years later, when they had eventually faced each other, in the flesh, after four years of dodge. Dazai's face had lost those light round childish shapes from his teenage years, and his eyes part of the cruel sharpness he used to know. So he had let curiosity take over him. Maybe had he really changed ? Maybe had he became someone... better ? And instead of rejecting everything about him as a whole, he had watched him ; he had let himself get caught, a split second too late, by the familiarity that was Dazai's view, that was the way his heart was getting carried away in front of it, imperceptibly for just an instant, never more, but enough for him to know, to know that they were still here, those feelings of affection, of tenderness, mixed with a craving need to touch, to feel, this coldness, this scarred personality. No matter if it was about letting his blood flow between his fingers, or welcoming his intimate touch and pleasured moans – they had experimented with both, in the past, and both were suitable for him.

Beyond that, a deeper desire, of loving touches, of lengthy, tender gazes, of stolen kisses in the shadow, had never been satisfied. Chuuya would had even never realized he had it, if such gestures, inappropriate in a relationship like theirs, had not awoken it, to eventually disappoint him every single time, as they were always aborted, quickly dropped. And it wasn't fair. It wasn't fair that Dazai could have looked at him this way, such a deep way, seemingly sincere, in those stolen moments. It wasn't fair that he could have made him lost his composure, his defenses so easily, and, eventually, that he could have ended up taking his heart away. It was even less fair that, each time, the young man had turned his dark eyes away, looking like he was recanting, eliciting such harmful questions inside his partner's mind : was it unintentional ? Did he had this same kind of affection too ? Was he trying to stifle those fleeting hopes, because they had no room to be in their relationship, too ?

We're really fucked up, his mind concluded as he gently put his cheek against brown locks, a bit more tangled than usual, and tightened his embrace around shoulders maybe a bit skinnier than he remembered them. The bottom of his back was already protesting against this half sitting position, leaning against the wall, on a futon smelling like alcohol, in the middle of empty bottles of sake, open books and other things he did not want to identify more precisely than as some trash. To his feet, used bandages, covered in blood and dirt, the contents of a first-aid kit scattered on not-so-white sheets. Wedged between his arms and knees, the gentle human warmth from Dazai's body, the regular raising of his chest to the rhythm of the deep breathing of someone sleeping.

But he was not sleeping. Chuuya knew it. Not when his body was hurting this much. Despite the darkness, he could already see a few dark stains on the spotless white of bandages he had just used, even though he had put a generous amount of it on him. A sigh, like a light snort, crossed his lips.

"Still, happy birthday... moron."

Moron, for hurting yourself so much. Moron, for still only seeing the day of your birth as one more failed year not being able to take your own life. Moron... because I'm still here as if it were something normal.

Dazai's back was shaken by a slight shiver – a silent laugh, a surprised shudder, why not even a repressed sob ? Two recently bandaged hands pressed against each of his shoulder blades, as if they were made to fit perfectly together.

"Ah, Chuuya, it's really mean to ram it home like that."

In any other situation, the tone would have been exaggeratedly whining, and it even sounded like it did take such accent in his mind, as the sound of his voice reached his ears. Instead, the words only felt like a whisper, though. Chuuya did not reply. He slightly moved, trying to lighten the pressure on the bottom of his back that less and less liked having to hold his whole weight, as well as a big part of Dazai's. The fabric of their clothes sliding against each other was the only sound echoing in the room for a moment, as his ex-partner took the opportunity to change his position against him, gently putting his chin against Chuuya's shoulder.

The embrace had something strangely familiar. Such a situation had not happened for years. Chuuya sighed. Such thoughts had occupied his mind just a week ago. When they had fallen together on this same futon, a bit inebriated, and their minds especially clouded by the unconquerable desire to rediscover each other's body, even though they had thought they had been weaned from this mutual sensual addiction. He then had the opportunity to make a note about Dazai's address. And he eventually had not been able to resist the need to check on his state, this nineteenth day of June ; he knew the detective could not be fine this very day. He had seen it in the past ; some rare times he had watched a cracking on this perfect mask the boy had always worn in his memories.

"That's what being a partner means, too, right ?"

Chuuya eventually found himself whispering an answer, long minutes later, the same moment the idea crossed his mind. Some words Dazai liked to repeat, just to see him throw irritated glances and harsh groans. This time, the shiver that ran between the young man's shoulders matched a slight laugh.

"But we aren't partners anymore, Chuuya", he replied softly, imitating what Chuuya would automatically answer with a voice full of blame.

An amused smile forced Chuuya's lips and, before he could think about it, they were nuzzling a few brown locks. The sudden wave of affection that overwhelmed his chest brought him quickly back to reality and he hurriedly reconsidered.

"Anyway, Chuuya, since you're here, I hope you at least remembered to bring a gift for me."

The tone of his voice was more frivolous. It still sounded openly fake though.

"As if I thought about it", was the sharp reply.

Dazai did not need to know he had actually thought about it. The latter straightened up with a pout, his hands folded around the back of his neck to wrap a few locks of hair around the tip of his fingers.

"You're such an apathetic character", the detective sighed. "Then, I have the right to ask for anything I want by way of compensation."

Both men were plunged into darkness. Despite that fact he could discern with certainty the odd sparkle that furtively crossed both chocolate eyes though.

"You could told me 'I love you' and kiss me, for instance."

Every vital organs in Chuuya felt like they just stopped for a whole second as his guts made a 180 degrees rotation. Dazai smiled at him, his features full of an adoration he had never seen on him and which, if he had not already been, paralyzed him entirely.

"Don't look at me like that, Chuuya. That's what your eyes keep telling me. It would just be formalizing things out loud."

No, it would not be. No, his eyes were not telling anything. They could not betray him to that extent, he kept checking. How could Dazai's eyes hold his so calmly after such an aberration ? Why had he came in the first place ? He wanted to leave. He had to leave. He had nothing to do here, they had nothing to do together. The hands that landed against the chest facing him with the aim of pushing him away shook more than he would have wanted. However one of them was grabbed and slightly moved downwards, where it could feel the heart that beat a bit more quickly than usual. Chuuya raised wide, incredulous eyes towards the young man, questioning this silent admission, so far from the Dazai he knew.

"Or you can grant me access to your bank account, it would be good with me too."

The mafia executive put a bit more distance between them and turned his eyes away, but not trying to pull his hand away. He tried to seize such a generously offered opportunity, but his reply painfully lacked its usual sharpness.

"Maybe in your dreams."

"You earn your living on fencing and money laundering, it's not as if you deserve it anyway. I may as well help you spend it."

He could have whispered sweet nothings at the very moment, the tone would have not been much different. All of that was deeply troubling.

"Tch, it's not as if you hadn't done it for years too."

"Hm... So if it's a no for that, is it okay for the rest ?"

Dazai had suddenly gotten considerably closer. Chuuya found himself trapped between the wall and those shoulders, larger than his. He could have easily freed himself, he knew it. But he also only had to finish reducing the distance between them to join their lips.

"Can I at least kiss you ?"

"What would be the point, anyway ?"

The irritation starting to break through his voice was only a way to protect himself. How could Dazai ask him this kind of things so easily ? Their relationship did not work like that. It was only based on denials and unsaid things. Why had he to smash everything to pieces all of sudden ?

"I just want it. Please, Chuuya."

Something in Chuuya snapped. Dazai never said please. Dazai never asked for permission, besides. He was realizing only now that, maybe, just, maybe, the ex-mafioso's defenses had shattered more than he had thought. Was it only because of this day he openly hated ? Or was it also because of his partner's – ex partner, whatever – presence, who had not thought twice before forcing him to take care of his bloody wounds, cutting off this so confidential moment with his oh so harmful thoughts ?

A pair of lips gently pressed on his and he immediately stopped thinking. In the end, Dazai still did not ask him for permission. Unless his whole face had already approved for him. The sweet feeling of warmth quickly disappeared, letting a feeling of incompletion behind, when the detective pulled away to look at him in the eyes. Chuuya quickly put his hands on the back of Dazai's neck to make him get back close to him. He could not bear seeing those eyes with red reflections look at him with so much affection any longer. Neither could he hear his name, repeated in a breath, like he could get addicted to that, any longer. Their lips met again, in a real kiss instead of this first affectionate brush. He let Dazai turn his head gently, slowly open his lips and deepen their embrace as they progressively fell against the futon. Until the young man with brown locks released their lips and suddenly hid his face against his partner's – partner in which way ? - shoulder.

"Dazai...?"

"My whole body hurts, Chuuya", was the whining answer.

He sighed.

"It's your fault."

From instinct only, he could guess the pout drawing the curve of lips, dangerously close from his neck. The two boys stayed like that, against each other, for a while, silently. Dazai broke the silence again, but as if using a lot of caution.

"Chuuya...?"

"Hm ?"

"Stay until morning ?"

"You're asking for too much things tonight."

Yet he did not move. He did not answer expressly either. Words would not be necessary. He knew, and Dazai knew too, that he would comply and stay. Why would he leave ? He had never been able to, anyway.