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waterfallofspace · 1 year

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Just something small for D/azai's birthday. Whipped this together pretty quickly, so don't expect anything great, but I love this man so I had to do something~!

Mentions it being his birthday, but it's not focused on that situation, as Poni and Vic already did top quality wavs about that kinda thing! (Totally go check them out, Poni's also features art from Hachii which is ADORABLE!!)

Characters: C/huuya and the Birthday Boy D/azai Word Count: 1.5k (jus a lil short thing!)

(References to violence, swearing, implied death and blood, just in case anyone doesn't like those!)

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The remnants of their mission lay strewn across the open plains, the smell of copper lingering in the air. Chuuya wipes some dirt from his jacket, pointing a snarl at Dazai. The bastard seems oblivious, a light shining in his eyes as he surveys the scene. One word pounds at Chuuya’s head as he watches. Majestic.

A light wind whistles through the grass, gliding along the fields as Dazai lifts himself from the ground, wiping something red from his hands. The draft rustles his hair, each strand seeming to dance on the breeze. Chuuya can’t stop himself from looking, mind captivated by the beauty Dazai possesses, even in a place like this.

“Is Chuuya planning to keep staring? I know my beauty is show-stopping, but we do have some papers to find in one of their pockets.”

“Huh!? Wh- what are you on about, you ass?”

“I believe I just said, finding the papers. Must I do everything myself?”

With an effortless motion, Dazai dips to his knees, leaning towards one of the fallen soldiers. Chuuya feels another surge of affection, quickly dulled as he aims his focus at another body nearest to him, gloved hands rifling through their jacket. ‘It’s just the adrenaline rush from the battle, that’s all. It’s jus- what is he doing?’

Chuuya finds himself leaning against the ground as he watches Dazai’s movement pause. There’s a beat where time seems to stand still, Chuuya unable to break free from the spell.

Finally Dazai moves again, his back shaking slightly as he reaches down to steady himself. Feeling his heart stop, Chuuya’s mouth hangs open, thoughts racing. ‘I- is he… crying..?’

Dazai stands again, this time jerky and forced. Chuuya echoes his movements, activating his gift to add a fluidity to the actions. Once they’re both upright Chuuya lets his gaze drift over Dazai’s form.

‘Despite a slight shine to his eyes, there doesn’t seem to be any sign of tears… Maybe he was laughing? I didn’t hear anything, but that would be just like the bastard.’

“You really couldn’t use corruption? Even just a little bit?” Dazai pouts, twirling on his heel to face Chuuya. He raises a hand to sniffle against, a fake sigh spilling out as he raises an arm to drape across his face, dramatic as ever. “I had to get my hands dirty.”

“You ass- you know how- you… you just… it…” Chuuya growls, shouts dissolving into furious muttering. Dazai laughs in return, a strained sound that leaves Chuuya’s hairs standing on edge. ‘Maybe he really was crying…? No, that’s ridiculous… he can’t be… but-’

“What a way to spend a birthday; out in a field.” Dazai’s voice cuts into his mind, a quality to it that Chuuya can’t seem to place. “Not my ideal choice, I hope you know. I’d much rather be in a nice cozy river, drifting along with a beautiful gi-”

“It’s not like I wanted to spend my day like this either. Besides, birthday’s don’t really mean anything. You’re a year older, so what? You’re constantly getting older, who decided that ‘a year’ is the important one?”

“Chuuya’s awfully cynical today. Is it the idea of me finding happiness, or the bohh… bodies-”

There was more to the taunt, but it’s lost in the wind as Dazai dips back towards a body, kneeling as he jerks forward. His hands graze over the jacket of the fallen, but it seems more like an afterthought. Finding the papers is certainly not important enough to cut off his brilliant comeback.

“Okay seriously, what’s with that?”

Dazai doesn’t make any effort to turn himself to Chuuya, instead sending a “what’s with what?” over his shoulder. Chuuya’s about to reply when Dazai answers for him, a squeak breaking free as his shoulders tremble once more.

“Are you crying?”

A tense silence falls over the meadow, even the birds seemingly pausing their songs. With an air of grace he lacked before, Dazai brings himself up to his full height. Letting his eyes drift down he meets the harsh gaze, a water present in his eyes that sucks Chuuya’s breath away. At least, until he begins to speak.

“Yes, I am in fact. It’s just such a tragedy. Such an important day, one that should be filled with celebration! Instead I’m wasting it in this field with Chuuya, who didn’t even get me a present!”

He wipes his eyes with a convincing sniffle, only downplayed by the smirk creeping across his cheeks bringing a glint to his watering eyes. Chuuya huffs in response, pointing a snarl at the ground as his head rushes over the facts.

‘He wants me to think that he’s crying? No wait- he wants me to know he’s joking, but there’s still tears in his eyes? Damn it! Knowing that bastard, me being uncertain is exactly his plan. It’s all a distraction.”

“I mean,” Dazai begins once more, clearing his throat lighty before continuing, “Chuuya’s just so useless now. It’s enough to bring a tear to your eye.”

“Huh?!”

“I mean, sure sure, Chuuya shot the bullets. But it was my plan, all you did was follow it. To the letter, might I add. Quite boring honestly.”

“You were hoping I’d ignore your plan?!” Chuuya gawks. Dazai smiles at this, a deep chuckle breaking out, laced with the familiar superiority that sends chills down Chuuya’s back.

“I was hoping you’d do something in- inter… eh’gNT-! ek’nXT-! Interesting. Or at least not make me do work on my special day!”

The sneezes are directed into his fist, expertly stifled, almost as if it took no effort whatsoever. A pang of jealousy runs through Chuuya; he’s never quite been able to get the hang of that trick. ‘Okay, so he’s sneezing… why wouldn’t he just tell me that?’

Dazai seems to be too preoccupied with his nose to notice the intensity of the look Chuuya shoots his way. It’s clear there’s something irritating him. Each breath leaves his nose scrunching, there’s a pinch to the corners of his watery eyes, and his tongue peeks out between his lips.

Oblivious to the scrutiny, Dazai turns a glare over into the field. Chuuya tracks his gaze over to a group of lilies sprouting near the edge of a stream. The wind swirls around them once more, a wave of yellow floating into the air at the water's edge.

From the corner of his eye, Chuuya catches Dazai noticeably shuddering, before ducking into his collar with a harsh, “heh’yeEISHHH’shoo-! ah’yiiESHHHihhh’oo-!”

“Shit-” Chuuya yelps, catching himself as the volume nearly knocks him off his feet. “You bastard, warn me-”

Dazai turns to face him, nose almost quivering, a deep pink tint seeping down into his cheeks from the dripping appendage, tears spilling down his face. He opens his mouth, seemingly to speak, but hitching spills out before any words can break free, his hand raising to pinch his nose long enough to get a weak sentence out.

“N- nohhht… notdone-!”

“Oh fuck, are you oka-”

“hH’KIIEESHHhh’oo-! ah’YIZIISHHh’oo-!”

There’s no attempt to cover, instead Dazai leans away from Chuuya, aiming towards the ground as another set of explosions bursts free. He mutters something through the gasping that might have been an apology before spinning further away and dipping once more with a full body shudder.

“ihhHKEIZSHhh’oo-! Sorry I- I hahhh… have to- I’mgonnakeep- hahh’TIEZZHHh’shoo-!”

“Just- hold on, okay? I think I have… somewhere around here,” Chuuya offers, digging through his pockets. Finding his prize, Chuuya holds out the handkerchief with a snarl, pointedly avoiding meeting Dazai’s eyes. “Blow your damn nose.”

“Aww, is this a birthday present after all Chuhh… hehh… Chuuya?”

“No!? I- I just want you to shut up, that’s all. You’re gonna be sniffling and whining all day anyways. I don’t need to deal with you having an ongoing allergy attack as I drive you home.”

“Whatever you say! I knew Chuuya ca… heh… cared- ahh’YIIECHHUUU’ya-! heH’KKCHHUU’ya-!”

Chuuya aims a roundhouse at his chest, snickering as Dazai has to take a step back to catch his balance. The bastard coughs lightly and Chuuya crosses his arms, “You wanna keep bathing in your allergen, or can we leave now?”

“ihhKIESZShhh’oo-! ek’eAASHHhh’oo-! Oh ouch…” Dazai snaps into the handkerchief, staring to straighten up as his eyes gloss over once more, “W- wait… heH- tiEZSHhh’oo-!”

The third catches them both off guard, Chuuya practically kneeling on the ground as he lunges to grab Dazai’s shoulders. The bastard nearly faceplants from the force of it, Chuuya shooting a rough, “Christ, you dumbass.”

Dazai dips back into the cloth with a fierce blow, moaning as an airy “hh’tiezshh’oo-! kiezshh’oo-!” slip out. Chuuya huffs, tapping his foot as Dazai blows again, before finally giving Chuuya a genuine look over the folds of the cloth.

At a volume only Chuuya would be able to hear, barely a whisper above the rush of the wind, Dazai lets another moan fall from his lips, nipping on the heels of, “Tibe to go hobe.”

Chuuya smiles. An actual smile, one he hasn’t let himself do in a very long time. Taking Dazai’s arm and wrapping it around his shoulder, they head off back towards his motorcycle, Dazai pausing every so often to dip into his collar with another, softer, outburst.

“Hey, you better not sneeze on me while we’re driving.”

“I make no prohh… prombises- ek’tiezshh’oo-! hk’enzshh’oo-!”

“Bastard. And uh… happy birthday…”

“en’kshhh’oo-! eh’tiezshh’oo-! Why thagk you Chuuya!”

“Shut up, you ass.”

#waterfallwrites #its short and not that sweet but!!#its jus a lil bday present for our beloved bastard #so hopefully that's acceptable~!!#s/oukoku #d/azai #c/huuya #b/sd

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