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axwalker · 5 years

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The trade V

Synopsis: Liam is running for Cordonia’s presidency. To assure his victory, Constantine makes an arraignment behind his back for him to marry the rich ambassador’s daughter: Alexis O’Brien. Due to her father’s threats she has no other option that seduce Liam and make him fall in love with her. But what does she really feel? (AU)

Pairings: LiamxMC DrakexMC

Warnings: I love drama and chaos so this will probably get a bit dark. In this chapter there is talk about child neglect

Please note that this is my first series and English is not my first language. I really love ALL kinds of feedback. Don’t hesitate to comment!

Disclaimer: All characters belong to Pixelberry except for Alexis O’Brien and her evil father George O’Brien JR.

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One thousand thanks to @of-course-i-went-to-hartfeld for being my beta reader and to @burnsoslow for helping with Liam’s character in this episode. I love you and admire you both so much!! ❤️ ❤️ ❤️

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18 years ago

Drake had woken up crying, haunted by the same nightmare he had had every night since his father had been murdered. At his funeral, Drake had accidentally heard the story of how Jackson had given his life for Constantine’s, and his imagination made it one thousand times worse.

Since they had received the news, his mother hadn’t left her bed. To help, he had to wake up earlier every day to make sure he and Savanah could at least eat some cereal and milk before school and have a cheese sandwich at lunch. He tried to help his baby sister with homework and cheer his mom up so she could be their parent again, but he didn’t dare to hope. He had heard aunt Leona after the service: “Bianca will never get over this. She’s weak and she loved that Walker man more than her own children. She’s as dead as him now”.

After that, Drake’s life was the complete opposite of what it had been one week ago. Only seven days before, he had had a dad he idolized and a mother he loved and respected. The only thing that had worried him then, were the results of Cordonian’s football team and his crush on Lisa Tennant. His only responsibility was to finish his homework on time. He didn’t have to worry about chores, responsibilities, or little sisters. Although he was only twelve, he felt like he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. But the worst had yet to come. One day after coming back from school, he saw that the kitchen was as clean as before and a dish of lasagna was cooling on the table. He ran to see his mother, happy to have her back. But, when he opened the master bedroom door, she wasn’t there. Drake ran back to the kitchen and he saw the letter. Before leaving her kids forever, Bianca Walker had had one last kind gesture for her children. She cooked their favorite dish and wrote them a goodbye letter asking them to call Bastien. Drake didn’t cry anymore. He swore he would be strong for him and his baby sister. He forgot about Cordonian’s football team, and never invited Lisa Tennant to prompt. He called Bastien to come looking for them and never ate lasagna again.

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Alexis woke up feeling uneasy, souvenirs of the previous night still fresh in her mind. She hated herself for hurting Drake, even if she wasn’t sure of how much she had actually hurt him. That sarcastic smile on his lips seemed to prove that he didn’t care. But that almost kiss and the way he had held her and looked at her were a sign that there was something more between them.

Either way, it didn’t matter. He could never be hers; she’d have to make her peace with it.

Lost on her thoughts, she didn’t hear the knock at her door until it became more insistent.

“Come in,” she answered still lost in her thoughts, looking through the window.

“Good morning, Alexis.” She flinched at the sound of her father’s voice.

“Good morning, father.”

“How it went with Rhys, Alexis?”

“Oh, it went just great.” She looked at him, a sarcastic smile in her lips. “You can be very proud of yourself, you’re a very productive pimp.” He grabbed her arm strongly.

“Listen, to me Alexis. I’m your father, and you are going to respect me and do exactly as I say. I paid for your expensive education so you wouldn’t embarrass me like your mother did”

“Do not talk about my mother!” She hissed furiously. “Let her out of this.”

He smirked at her reaction. “I always do as I please Alexis. Make sure to spend some time with Rhys today, the more the press sees you together, the fastest the public will warm up to you two. Now do your part and look pretty. As your mother, that’s the only thing you’re good at.”

She didn’t bother to answer, her gaze went back to the streets of Cordonia.

Her father exited her room, letting her get back to her thoughts. She hated to lie to Liam. He seemed a good, warm man, and the idea of hurting him was unbearable. On the other hand, she really didn’t have a choice. She would have to try to know him better and give him a chance, and, as the little voice in her head reminded her: forget about his best friend.

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After the masquerade party Drake just couldn’t sleep, he rolled in his bed over and over again; her memory just wouldn’t leave him alone. In the darkness of his room, he could see her smile and smell her perfume. It was inexplicable for him but her words had hurt him deeply. After all, they only had shared some kisses one night, he didn’t understand why he was obsessing like that. At that moment, he decided that the obsession would end right that second; he’ll be damned if he’d let a wealthy, presumptuous girl take over his mind. Alexis was only another person who disappointed him, who left. He was more than used to it, and he’d move on like he did best. He woke up, got dressed, and drove to the nearest bar.

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“Hello, Greta!” Maxwell said at the Rhys’ housekeeper, who was serving breakfast to him, Liam and Drake at the Rhys residence where they all met every Saturday morning. “Pass me the scones please!” Max grinned. “Your scones are the best of all Cordonia”

Liam and Drake rolled their eyes in unison.

“Oh, Maxwell, honey, I’m sure you tell that to everyone who serves you food.” She smiled warmly. “Here is some coffee boys. If you need me, I’ll be in the kitchen.”

“That was a great party you hosted last night Maxwell, my father was very pleased. We raised a lot of money for the campaign.”

“Aww thanks, Liam,” he answered with a mouth filled with cream and scone. “I do think that I surpassed myself this time; there was a great turnout. In fact, there was a certain girl that I’m sure Drake was very pleased to see …” Liam turned to Drake who was avoiding his eyes, suddenly very focused on buttering his bread.

“Oh, do tell Max, who is this mystery woman?” Max was about to answer when Drake interrupted him.

“No one important, I spoke with a woman in a bar two days ago and now Maxwell thinks we’re going to get married and name him the godfather of our children,” he said rolling his eyes, something he did a lot when Max was around.

“What do you mean you only ‘talked’ to her?” Maxwell looked puzzled. “You took he-“

Drake growled. “Enough Beaumont, I told you it was nothing.”

Liam smiled at Max. “Let it be Max, you know how he is. It was probably just a one-night thing, right Drake?”

Drake felt a very unjustified rush of anger at his best friend and answered almost scolding at him. “Fuck Liam, I told you it was nothing. Let’s just change the subject.”

“Right,” Liam said surprised at his best friend’s reaction. “I did meet someone important last night. She’s the American ambassador’s daughter, Alexis.” Liam seemed enamored. “She was the girl in white dancing with you Max”

“Uh?” Maxwell looked puzzled for a moment his eyes going from Liam to Drake, realization suddenly hitting him “Ohhhh… So you met Alexis and you liked her…”

Liam grinned. “Yeah, I mean you saw how beautiful she was, but is more than that,” he got lost in his thoughts. “I can’t describe it but there’s something about her that has me fascinated”

Drake got even angrier, “Please, Liam, you talked to her like ten minutes, you have no idea who she really is.” Drake was about to confess Liam about his first encounter with her and how she had lied when Liam's phone rang.

“Sorry guys, I’ll take this in the other room, be back in five”

“Well, that was surprising, Liam seems smitten with Lexie too” Max looked inquisitively at his friend.

“What do you mean ‘too’?”

“Please Drake, I saw you that night, I didn’t’ know you were capable of grinning that much, I almost didn’t recognize you” He joked.

“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about, but it doesn’t matter.” Drake seemed pensive for a moment. “I have to warn Liam about her”

“Wow! Take a moment there Drake. What do you mean warn him?”

“Do you have amnesia Maxwell?” Drake scowled at him. “You don’t remember she told us a different name when we met her?”

“Pffff, I do it all the time. Have you heard my story when I tried to enter Leo’s…?

“Only a million times, Max. And that’s not the point. She lied; we don’t know what she’s after”

“Please Drake, she’s the ambassador’s daughter. Constantine knows her father”

“Are you really saying we should trust her because her father is friends with Constantine” Drake cocked an eyebrow. “That only makes her more suspicious”

“No, I’m saying we should trust her because she seems like a nice girl, and I talked to her last night, she’s obviously going through something big.” Max sighed. “Telling Liam would only embarrass her, and him” He looked at Drake “On the other hand, If you have feelings for her…”

“Pfff, feelings? Please Beaumont, I had a whiskey with her, I couldn’t care less” Drake looked pointedly at Max. “I won’t tell Liam right now, but if she does something fishy, I will.”

At that moment Liam reentered the room beaming.

“Wow, Li! That call really made you smile, who was it?” Max asked, a third scone in his hand.

“Oh, the first call was my father’s assistant, but then I called Alexis to ask her out.” He grinned even more. “And she said yes”

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Liam was feeling completely nervous at the thought of seeing Alexis again. The previous night he had been enchanted by her and now he wondered how this date was going to go. A tingling feeling of expectation was spreading through his entire body as he rang the bell at the opulent O’Brien’s mansion and asked for Alexis. When she finally came out, he was surprised, he couldn’t believe that she was even more beautiful than he remembered. She had her hair loose and was wearing a simple pair of jeans and a white t-shirt, but that natural look suited her perfectly. He opened the door of his car for her.

“Hey Liam, thank you but you don’t need to do that.” He went to his side of the car and turned it on.

“What do you have in mind for tonight?” Alexis asked.

“Well, my assistant made some reservations at L’étoile this great French restaurant. Apparently, they serve amazing gourmet food” He looked at her questioning “Do you like French food?”

“Actually, yes I do.” She looked out the window.

Liam couldn’t help but notice the hint of disappointment in her voice. “But?”

She smiled apologetically “Buuut…I was thinking that we could do something more relaxed tonight. Aren’t you tired of these fancy diner parties where you have to sit straight for hours and use ten different forks?” She coked her eyebrows and he couldn’t help but smile at her.

“Yes, a bit. And you seem to have an idea in mind”

She looked mischievously “I do. Have you had eaten real Mexican food?”

Liam shook his head no and smiled “But there’s always a first time for everything. We’ll just need to lose our security detail.” He looked through the rear mirror and accelerated.

After ditching Liam’s bodyguards, they arrived at the Mexican restaurant. It was actually a colorful but small food truck with two or three tables surrounding it and people eating their food standing all around the place.

Liam was surprised to see that Alexis seemed to know the cook, they greeted each other warmly and spoke in Spanish for a while. Due to his strict education, Liam spoke several languages fluently, so, with a little effort he could figure out that she was asking the woman for her family, and he could see the genuine interest in Alexis’ eyes. He was mesmerized by her. She was so completely different from all the other women he knew, so comfortable wherever she went. And it was incredible how she really seemed to care about people. Liam still couldn’t believe that she preferred that simple joint to the elegant diner he had prepared. He continued to admire her while she spoke with the other woman another few minutes and then she ordered for both of them. He took one of the tables and they sat together waiting for the food.

“I hope you don’t mind I ordered, but I know what is good here. Do you like spicy food?”

He smirked “How spicy?”

She laughed “Don’t worry Mr. future president. It’s nothing you can’t handle” She saw their order was out and was about to go get it when Liam stopped her.

“Please allow me, Alexis. I‘m nothing if not a gentleman” He winked at her making her laugh. He knew at that moment that he’d do anything just to hear that sound again.

“Wow, it smells great.” He sat again. “Did you order beers with the food?”

“Yes; I hope you like it, but I can’t enjoy Mexican food without a good Negra Modelo to go with it,” She said taking a sip directly from the bottle.

He raised his beer “Cheers!” It felt cold and fresh, perfect for the spicy food he was about to eat. “I love it.” He looked at his plate hungrily. “So Alexis? Care to explain what we’re eating here?” He questioned.

“Tacos, of course, I ordered pulled pork, beef, and barbacoa, my favorite. You have to put some salsa on them, the green one is perfect because is savory and it’s not too spicy and then you add some drops of lemon, a bit of salt, and you can dig in.”

Liam followed Alexis’ instructions and was about to cut the taco with a fork and a knife when he felt her big, brown, smiling eyes on him

“What is it? Am I doing it wrong?” He asked sheepishly

“Oh no! Not bad… but these are tacos, Li” He wondered if the use of his nickname was a friendly sign or if she was flirting with him. “They’re supposed to be eaten with your hands, like this”

She showed him by taking one of her own tacos in her hand. He watched her eat and savor it and he smiled for himself. He had never seen anyone enjoy food so much. Liam didn’t know her for long, but he was sure that she lived every moment of her life, even a small one like this one, to the fullest. She stopped eating and looked at him take his first bite.

“Sooo? Isn’t it much better with your hands? What do you think?”

“It’s amazing,” he mumbled through a mouth full of a beef taco. “These might be my favorite.” He took another bite and asked, “How did you know about this place? I didn’t know you had been to Cordonia before”.

“I arrived a week ago, but I didn’t tell my father. I wanted to wander through the streets, know more about the local culture,” She didn’t add that she was doing it because she knew Cordonia would be her country for now on. “And one day, after walking around all day I saw this food truck. I tasted the food and loved it, it’s similar to the one that my abuelita, my grandma used to make for us back home.”

Liam looked puzzled “I thought the ambassador was American, I mean O’Brien sounds more Irish than Mexican”

She nodded “My father’s family is Irish, but my mother was born in Mexico. She married him when she was 23 years old.” She stopped eating, thinking about her mother had cut her appetite.

“So that’s why you speak Spanish.” Liam looked at her wanting to know everything he could about her.

“Yes, that’s it. And I love the culture. My dream is to rent a camping car, travel around the continent, and write about it.” She stayed silent for a moment knowing that it was nothing but a dream, that she would be forced to marry Liam and live in Cordonia for the rest of her life.

“It’s an amazing dream.” He was both inspired by her and a little sad at the thought that she might leave one day.

“What’s yours?” Alexis raised her hand to stop his answer “and ‘being president’ is not available” She smiled at him taking a long pull on her beer.

“Well,” He looked directly at her brown eyes, then down his gaze to her full mouth, to that smile that drove him crazy. He couldn’t wait anymore, so he got close to her and took her chin between his fingers, kissing her longingly.

After a few seconds, he pulled apart and finally answered, “this is.”

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Alexis didn’t know what to think about the kiss with Liam. It had been sweet and tender, almost romantic. She had not disliked it but it had nothing to do with the fierce electricity she had shared with Drake. She knew that the brooding man had the power of driving her crazy. And, no one had made her feel that way before. She let herself think about that night at the cove one more time when her phone rang. It was her father.

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Liam and Drake had a meeting first thing Monday morning to discuss the latest polls. They weren’t catastrophic but there was definitely room for improvement. Godfrey didn’t hesitate to make a spectacle of his ‘family life’, or even to throw some low punches when he had to. Within their circles, it was well known that Adelaide had cheated on Godfrey more times than he could count and that their daughter resented deeply both of them, but the general population ignored all of that and bought his ‘Traditional-Family-Values candidate’ charade.

Liam and Drake began strategizing, trying to decide if maybe Liam needed a new publicist or speechwriter. They had been working for hours so Drake finally took his jacket off, unbuttoned his cuffs, and rolled his sleeves so he could be more comfortable. Suddenly Liam’s office slammed open, Constantine had the newspapers of the day showing the polls, and he threw them on the desk almost barking at Liam.

“I told you, Liam. I told you repeatedly that you needed a wife or a fiancé and that you needed her fast. I told you that even with your head start, this would come back and bite you in the ass”

Drake already hated Constantine Rhys but the way he was blaming everything on Liam was too much to let it pass. “Constantine, Liam is only trying to win with a good, honest campaign.” He looked at the older man coldly “You shou-“

Constantine rose his eyebrows interrupting him. “Am I hearing correctly? Are you trying to teach me how to win a presidential race Walker, you?”

“Stop father, you better than everyone knows how capable Drake is, you would’ve fired him a long time ago if that wasn’t the case.” Liam sighed. “Let’s focus on the campaign”

Drake stood next to his best friend. “As I was saying before, I think we need a new speechwriter, Charlie was great but he’s a little rusty, we need someone younger, vibrant who will appeal to the young population.”

“Well, Walker, we finally agree on something.” The ex-president smirked contemptuously at Drake who felt a new rush of anger. “And it so happens I have the perfect candidate. She majored in Creative writing at NYU and has a master’s degree in communication. Foremost, we can trust her completely because she’s the ambassador’s daughter.” Constantine stepped outside and called for the woman who was waiting behind the door.

“Alexis, please come in.”

Drake scorned at the sight of the woman who had kept him up all night.

“Is there a problem, Walker?” Constantine asked.

Drake threw his hands back and said sarcastically “Not at all Constantine, big fan of nepotism here,” He rose from his seat, not wanting to be near her another second, her fruity scent already in his nostrils “If that’s all…”

“Actually Walker, I want you two to brief Alexis about the campaign” Constantine stood up.

“I can’t father, we have an appointment with Hakim in less than an hour” Liam stood up as well, smiling warmly at Alexis, their kiss in his mind.

Then, he left the office before closing the door behind him, leaving her and Drake, alone inside.

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ellinights · 4 years

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lemme switch it up

NCT 127 as your babysitters

oh yeah today we’re doing nct 127. who’s excited? mE! ok stop lee stop

yes, today i’ll be writing about the boys of nct 127 and watch me roast these boys while doing this aha.

Taeil

oh mr moon

i would say he’s gonna be the uncle babysitter but he tries his best fr

he tries to take care of the kids but...

it didn’t go so well

he always panics midway when the kids are doing something “stupid” (stupid, according to taeil)

cause he’s o l d and doesn’t have the energy to go and stop then sjjsjs

so he tries to stop them like this, “g-guys no no no don’t climb up there”

he’s panicky and all so his voice would be almost inaudible so, the kids couldn’t hear

proceeds to ruin the whole house and he doesn’t know what to do.

i just feel he ain’t a babysitter who can be stern to kids sjjsjsjsj

oh also i feel he’ll make himself look stupid with his dance moves to make himself look “cool” in front of the kids

would give them his life advices and then it’s too deep probably the kids wouldn’t understand a single thing

oh, also probably might think the plants are veggies and proceeds to feed them to the kids.

and the parents comes back and see the mess their child has done

and taeil just looking at the parents, trying to put off a contended smile

the parents just sighed and pat taeil’s shoulder at least he tried his best

Taeyong

the only capable babysitter out of nct sorry to spill it out peeps

he’s just naturally good with kids that’s all

since he has this caring nature around him, he’ll do well in taking care the kids

would cook the best kids culinary dish for the little kiddos

even feeds them for god’s sake.

oh, and also, plays with them after eating, or join the kids as they do colouring, reads for them storybooks. cute :”)

the kids might mistaken him as jack frost cause they look similar oof

also he’s a great great great listener. would listen and look at the kid in the eye as he listens to them

also good at taming bratty kids

there’s something magical about how the way he speaks, that makes the kids obedient towards him

during nap time, tucks them to bed nicely :”) and on those fairy light [this is so cute i can’t]

oh he’ll do the extra mile and clean the whole house while the kids are asleep, cause we all know taeyong is a clean freak

the parents of the kids, coming back home with a clean house,

would 100% call him again for the service and his face cause have yall seen taeyong’s visuals??

Johnny

oh johnny seo

he’ll act more of like the brother instead of a babysitter

90% he’ll play with the kids, and 10% he’ll do something else with the kids

probably suggests the idea of playing tag around the house or hide and seek

and then crashes the whole house cause we all know johnny is a wild child

also would encourage the kids to do pranks on the neighbour like— johnny you are a bad influence D:<

johnny and the kids maybe had too much fun that he forgot to give them lunch HAHA

plays toys with them, do these weird sound effects with the toys jsjsjjs

teases the poor kiddos a lot, i’m 99.9% sure he’ll make them cry

and when they cry, he’s gonna turn into this soft big bear awwwww

tries to make them happy again and apologise, doing funny faces or jokes to make the kiddos smile :”)))))

nap time is the kids’ favourite time. cause how doesn’t wanna sleep on a human bear like johnny?

parents will come back to either an absolute mess or a soothing environment at home

or the neighbours complaining to them about johnny and the kids doing pranks on them

Yuta

mr nakamoto huh

it’s hard for me to picture him

the first thing that comes into my mind is he’ll teach the kids his own native language

or tell them interesting facts about japan

i think he’ll also be a very stern babysitter

if the kids are misbehaving, he’ll give this one stare

the kids will get scared and probably not do it again

he’s also like johnny, plays tag with the kids too

but he’ll more subtle and gentle pfffff

nap times will be his favourite cause as scary as it sounds, he loves to watch kids fall asleep

in my opinion, i think he’ll feel it’s the cutest thing to see them snoozed out after play time

his eyes are so beautiful like i can’t even— he’ll stare fondly at the children with those eyes

AWWWWW CUTE

parents would always come back seeing yuta caressing the kids to sleep :”)

the parents would silently cry at the cuteness right in front of them

Doyoung

this bunny

would throw a tantrum to the kids 24/7

especially when the kids disobey his words ( like always pfff )

yeah. that’s basically it.

jkjk

the atmosphere in the house is like a war zone

a war between the kids and doyoung

he would be chasing them to eat or asking them to take a nap cause the kids don’t wanna listen apparently (brats lol)

the neighbours might feel a little concerned why that little peaceful house is as if on fire

once he finally caught the kids in his arms (finally god i’ve been waiting doyoung) he’ll give them a good lecture, for the 378273737th time

the kids eventually would feel tired and then dozed off, that’s where he felt victory was in his hands

parents would come home seeing doyoung pass out on the floor cause he tired ™

once doyoung is awake, he’ll complain non stop about how the kids are so naughty to the parents which always make the couple laugh

jaehyun

oh my mr jung jaehyun damn

he’ll be the best babysitter, after taeyong for me

such a sweetheart, a heartthrob

i bet the kids would have a crush on him for being so handsome oof

like taeyong, he’ll cook a 5 star kids cuisine for them

but instead of playing toys with them, he’ll do something much more relaxing with the kids

like taeyong maybe some colouring, or watch kids shows with them, tell them stories and reenact it to them

o h. or maybe have a mini ball in the living room where the kids pretend that they’re royals

and jaehyun would dance with them with slow classical music like a prince

o h m y g o d my h e a r t.... this ain’t good for me :”)

oh nap time, he’ll be patting them to sleep. tucking them into their beds, sing a song while watching them sleep

when the parents come home, trust me the parents couldn’t help to notice how handsome jaehyun is oof— totally forgot about their own kids and focus on jaehyun

maybe they’ll ask him to stay and talk with him just to admire his face HAHHAHAH

Winwin

yes he’s still in nct in general don’t forget about him

for some people, they’ll think he’s someone who’s clueless

but i feel he’ll be a babysitter who tries to fulfill any needs of the kids

they ask him to make ice cream, he’ll do it, if the kids wants him to act while he tells stories, HE WOULD FUCKING DO IT no matter how stupid it is

i see him as the babysitter who doesn’t really cook from scratch

he mostly just use ready-to-eat foods to feed the kids, like those dino nuggets. oh yeah

sometimes i feel he’s more like a baby than the actual kids

maybe the kids have to take care of him instead jsjsjjs

oh i also picture him piggyback the kids very often!

nap time, i cant picture how he’ll do it. he’s definitely not someone who watches the kids to sleep

i think once he tucked the kids in he’ll go out from the room just to give them privacy

i think he also wants his own time after a hard day of taking care of the kids so he’ll rest in the hall

parents would could back home seeing winwin on his phone in the living room

and the parents will start doubting if he actually took care of their children

but soon they were assured when they see their kids tucked nicely in bed

Jungwoo

snoopy boi or aka seungwoo’s son imo kssksj

such a softie™

he’ll be the baby and the kids are the babysitters

lolol jkjk

i see him as a mischievous babysitter that’s all i wanna say

i think he’ll focus more on playing with the kids

he would do the extend and buy them costumes and dress them up to do a fashion show jsjsjsjs

or they’ll play pretend and they’ll be in their own story making up the storylines as they go

watch jungwoo be sassy and all while he’s into his character

or do their makeup and nails icb—

also, he would purposely act cute to the kids so they’ll listen to him i—

such a sneaky little snoopy

or would play board games and cheat so he could win

this cute devil

oh and nap time, he won’t do it like how the members do, he’ll tuck them to bed, and then proceeds to tell a ghost story

so they kids would be afraid to sleep sjjsjsjsj

or scare them while they’re about to sleep

the parents would come home seeing their kids running while crying to them because they’re too scared of the story jungwoo told pfff—

and jungwoo at the corner, shrugging while snickering

Mark

aha this awkward lil bean

he’ll be awkward 24/7

not knowing what to do or how to take care of the kids

how did he even get the job tho

he’ll just probably freeze all the time, watching the kids do stuffs as he don’t know if he should join or what

but sooner or later he starts to mix in

of course sits awkward at first, but he slowly brings up small talks and then from there he starts talking the the kids

i don’t see him as someone who’ll give the kids physical affection, maybe just a pat on the head or on the back that’s it

i think he spends more time just talking to the kids, not much physical interaction

but i would feel he’s a great listener when the kids start talking about absolute anything

i feel mark is a genuine listener, he’s always on all ears when it comes to people telling him their days

we all know he can’t cook sjjsjsjsj so maybe he’ll prepare ready-to-eat food as well like winwin

nap time, he isn’t intimate as the other members but i somehow imagined he’ll fist bump the kids and say “have a good sleep kiddos” before walking out of room

parents would come home seeing an awkward mark again, standing in a corner as he’s too scared to sit on guest’s couches sjjsjs

Haechan

this little devil

he’s gonna tease the kids 24/7

pick fights with the kids as well

absolutely the brattiest babysitter ever

would force the kids to do stuffs for him sjjsjs

like take water for him, etc

but he’s sensible enough to know he should treat kids that way

or is he?

anyways, he’s a kid himself so he’ll play along with the kids with their toys

and maybe steal some of them cause he likes the toys

would accidentally break the toys too cause he’s too excited to play with it lol

and then the kids cry, and he’ll cry too cause his new favourite toy got broken

what a cute baby heh

he knows how to cook but isn’t as good as taeyong or jaehyun so he’ll cook something simple for the kids to eat

nap time, he and the kids will play tickle fights until they’re exhausted and then finally decided to sleep lol

when the kids are asleep i can imagine him saying goodbye and the stick out his tongue playfully before leaving the room

or sometimes there isn’t a nap time cause haechan will tickle them to death and the kids get hyper again

the parents would come home seeing haechan playing the kids’ toys or haechan and the kids having their tickle fights

OR them playing toys

end of story sjjsjsjs

okay.

that’s longer than i planned it to be oops

the C in NCT stands for crackheads btw.

wbk.

anyways i hope you guys enjoyed this nct 127 one. i’ve been wanting to make these cause i thought it would really funny. requests are open guys so if you guys wanna request go ahead but don’t forget to read my pinned post to see the lists of groups i write for

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maryniss · 3 years

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How Does Waiting Sound?

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

Summary: How did Dazai named his ability?

Why won't Oda leave Dazai?

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On a last mission before leaving the Port Mafia, Dazai and Chuuya finally find the perfect name for Dazai's ability.

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Relationships:

Dazai Osamu/Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs)

Dazai Osamu&Oda Sakunosuke (Bungou Stray Dogs)

Characters:

Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs) Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs) Oda Sakunosuke (Bungou Stray Dogs) Original Female Character(s) Yoko Ogawa

Tags: oh boy here we go - Freeform;thats why i dont like writing long fics because of the tags;anyway;Drugs;Drugs Made Them Do It;Underage Drinking;does chuuya care they are underage?fucking no;oh yeah;Swearing;Angst;Light Angst;Fluff;Nakahara Chuuya is ticklish;Blood and Violence;i selected blood kink accidentally there are no kinks here;Murder Family;Odasaku Hunts Dazai's Thoughts;Riding Motorcycles(aka Jenna)’Motorcycles;I love Chuua's motorbike as much as I love cherry's carla’Port Mafia Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs);But he quits the very next day so not pm dazai really idk;Tags Are Hard;i wrote this because the thought of how dazai named his ability kept me up at night;and yeh;I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping;soukoku kiss i forgot to tell y'all that;Gentle Kissing

Notes: Pfff...cant believe i finished this im so happy rn. so i have one important thing to say before.

YOKO OGAWA is a real Japanese writer. This here doesn't make any assumptions about her real life persona, this is only a fanfic. That is all.

OK, yo now lets see. So, what is this fic really about? idk but soukoku kiss so im happy with that.listened to this while writing hehe

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4mIVbG8EnA6JgSqzgk87pA?si=LVJB_uZyRQqIIMejQeSzgg

Dazai smiles, even if he is not happy.

Dazai smiles because he is happy.

Dazai never cries.

He smiled at that moment when his life changed. That day when he got a good beating from a child much smaller than him (even if that stubborn redhead would never agree with him about their height)

Dazai always thought that he was special. He was indeed. After all, the people around him were human. They died. Everyday. Every single day, before his eyes. Sometimes, he killed them himself. Other times, he had to witness blood shed from afar.

It still hurt. But, he got used to it. He was strong enough to do so. It was like he didn’t feel it anymore, actually. Just like when you get used to the sound of a broken clock; it is as if it never existed in the first place.

But, Dazai felt something, he was just burrowed too deep into his thoughts to reach his feelings. He... he felt like he was...

No Longer Human. Dazai spent a lot of time thinking about the name of his ability (and, no, we would never tell anyone how it got that name; personal reasons) and he concluded that it fit perfectly.

Walking down on a random street, Dazai thought about it again. Actually, he had told somebody about the origin of his ability’s name. The sun threw pretty, orange, almost transparent curtains of light, making Dazai seem like an angel that has just ascended from Hell.

He stopped and looked around himself. He knew that his instincts would not fool him; he knew the street he was on.

If he turned around the corner, he would find the bar, the same as always. Unchanged, as his feelings.

He hated himself. Not only when he was going to the bar, even though he promised himself that he would never go there again. Not only when he let everyone around him down. Not only when he did what he thought was right instead of what he wanted.

He hated himself in general. And, to tell you a secret, there was only one other person Dazai hated.

He entered in the bar and, as always he saw Oda sitting there.

“Were have you been? You are late! , “smiled his friend with a drink already prepared in his hand.

Dazai sat down in the cold and empty room. He did not have time to tell Odasaku how he got to name his ability.

“The usual?, “ asked the bartender.

“Mhm, sure.”

Dazai relaxed against the back of the chair. There was a clock in that room, but it was broken.

“Hard day?” Odasaku’s tone was concerned. Dazai smiled to himself and nodded.

“Kind of. How about you?”

“Nothing special.”

The barman brought two glasses of whiskey and put them on the table. Dazai looked at them and saw nothing, nothing more than the person who should have drank that, right next to him.

“You know, actually, there is something that I want to tell you.”

Oda left his glass back on the counter and smiled at Dazai.

“Do tell. I am pretty bored. What could happen that would make you want to talk like that, so suddenly?”

Tik-tok-tik-tik-tok. The clock on the wall sang its broken song.

“It’s not a so good story; but I want to tell you.”

“Ok, I am listening, Dazai.”

The brown-haired man inhaled deeply and looked at the glass in his hand. He then drank it all and slammed it against the table. The drink next to him was untouched. Dazai called for the bartender and ordered two more drinks.

“Ok, so where should I start?” Tik-tik-tok-tok-tik-tok.

“From where you see fit.”

Dazai tried to remember. The details of the day his life had once again taken a 180 turn. It was late spring, or maybe already summer, and the sun was setting almost shyly.

“Yeah, it was a golden afternoon. And the sun was smiling down upon…”

“Wait, I already know this story.” Dazai looked puzzled. He was sure he never told Oda this one. Their drinks were waiting on the counter. Tree, in total and one empty glass.

“Are you sure? I don’t remember...”

“No, I don’t actually know this one in particular. But, I do know who this is about.”

Dazai understood then and he smiled melancholically. The Oda in his hallucinations really knew him that well, huh? He bet that the real one would have also guessed.

“Whenever you talk about that person, you get all poetic and dramatic, as you are covering yourself with another layer of protection, so that no one can see into your heart. “

Dazai gulped and took a mouthful of whiskey. The alcohol burned down his throat, and then up again to his brain. It was not a big problem; Dazai could handle his drinks quite well (or so he thought).

“Well, you are right, but you’ll hear me anyway, right? It’s not like you have a place to be. And this one it’s not like all the stories about Chuuya that I told you before.”

Dazai may sound all confident when he talked; but deep in his heart, in that numb place of his heart, where he could not reach his frozen emotions, he was scared. If he would had have problems with his kidneys, he would probably piss himself very often and not only because of his disease.

Oda sighed and the clock on the wall did too. The sound of something that doesn’t function anymore.

“Of course, go on. I won’t interrupt you anymore.”

***

“Oi, I can’t believe that old geezer! Putting us to work when he is relaxing in some exotic country! ,”said Chuuya, not so subtly, drawing other’s people attention. The afternoon sun was making him look like an angel that had just descended from Heaven. His hair was high-up in a ponytail and it was the first time Dazai saw him without his hat.

He was beautiful, not that Dazai would ever admit that to Chuuya, god no! He wouldn’t even admit it to himself. He always caught himself staring; against his own will, of course. He liked to look into Chuuya’s eyes. Because he felt like they were alike. They tried to hide their feelings; or, better said, never got a chance to expose them in the first place.

Chuuya’s eyes were always full of light. Nor hatred, nor any other emotion tainted them. They were pure and Dazai admired him for that. He would never tell Chuuya that, again, that was a very big no.

But, it was something. To have eyes blue like the sea, like the reflection of a world full of freedom, like the blue sky Dazai could never see completely. Everything was written there.

“Now, where is that building and those bastards? Let’s kick their assess quicker, ‘cause I wanna drink something.” Dazai smiled at his partner and showed him to turn left.

“Oh, Chuuya, but you are still underage! You can’t drink! , “ said Dazai, being surprised at his own words. It was not like him to make such comments. Irrational and not funny at all.

“You really are dumb, right? If I am going to go beat some guys and steal whatever, I am sure that I am allowed to drink. It’s not like I have respected the law before.”

They walked down a dark alley, chatting or fighting or both at the same time, because that’s how their conversations usually work. Dazai telling Chuuya that he liked his shoes; Chuuya checking to see if he really did take his good pair today; Dazai shattering all of his hopes down and laughing everything off; and then Chuuya smacking his partner and mumbling not-so-beautiful nicknames.

That’s how they work. Like a broken clock.

But, even broken clocks strike sometimes the right hour. They may have seem to not pay attention around them, but it was quite the opposite actually.

They knew they reached their destination, so they tried to focus on the shadows around them; on the sounds of steps that were so loud, even if both Chuuya and Dazai could feel the effort of the people following them to not be heard.

They silently looked at each other.

“We finish this fast and then we go to drink somethin’?”

“Ok, but if you get drunk you’ll let me drive your motorcycle.” Chuuya seemed to hesitate, but he also didn’t want to go drinking alone. He was not afraid or something, it just felt lonely…

They finally reached the building from where they were supposed to extract…

“What are we supposed to take from here? , “ whispered Chuuya. “ Is there some human trafficking that we should take care of?”

“I think that somebody took something from Mori-san, like documents or boring things like that, “whispered Dazai back.

��I swear that I’ll kill that man if he ever sends me to bring him some piece of paper.” Dazai chuckled and looked one more time at the building.

Yeah, of course it had to be a night club. Why did fancy people (or actually people who considered themselves fancy) always came to nightclubs? Where were they supposed to search for those papers? In somebody’s underwear, or what?

And this one didn’t look like a very expensive one. The big sigh with “ NightClub Insomnia” shined pink and green, those cheap neon ones. The windows were dark, so you could not see inside. Or maybe there were just some thick curtains.

Chuuya moved forward and stopped, making a disgusted face.

“Eww, here smells like piss and bear.”

“Let’s go inside then, though I think that there smells even worse, “ answered Dazai. The moon was already high in the sky, illuminating Chuuya’s fragile silhouette. The brown-haired man almost laughed at himself. Fragile? Yeah, sure. He should say that after he beats Chuuya at a one-on-one fight; though he liked when he is being pinned down, and when the redhead smirks triumphantly from above him, his long hair almost brushing over Dazai’s lips…

“Are we going or are you afraid that you’ll be kicked out because you are a minor?”

Dazai snapped out of his dreams and focused on the mission at hand. After they are done, he would go with Chuuya to drink. And he has time to admire his partner (and hate himself for doing so) afterwards.

“Well, if the police catches us, we can just beat them.”

And, so, Dazai and Chuuya entered on the club’s door.

From afar, Yoko Ogawa was observing them. She gestured and her guardians nodded.

The woman resisted licking her lips ( a nervous tic that she has since she was little) as she looked at the two young boys trying to make their way through the crowd. The night has only started, and she already had them where she wanted.

Lights, loud music, neon colors, dancing, people and sweat, drugs, drinking, and the smell of cheap wine and beer, mixed with another one that Chuuya had sensed since he first arrived. An old woman sitting in the corner, wishing she had listened to her wife. She should have took some lip balm with him.

Well, it was not so important. Because, that night was the night she would catch the Double Black. Soukoku. She would be the one to do so.

Soukoku, huh? Just a bunch of kiddos. Yoko Ogawa had two reasons that forced her to break her first marriage, and another two that forced him to get married again with her second wife, the one that was always telling her to use lip balm.

The first reason that determined her to divorce from his wife was that she was not good with children. She didn’t have the patience, the determination to play with such despicable creatures.

And there was another one… oh yeah. Because she accidentally killed his children.

Well, this was her wife’s fault! She should have not left her with them!

She did once, she could do it again. She whispered: “You are dead, Soukoku”, but the club’s liveliness made his words seem dull and not true at all.

***

There are 3 glasses still full of whiskey on the table. There are 3 glasses with only the ice left in them.

“It’s pretty hard to tell this story in the 3rd person,” sighs Dazai, propping his head in his hand. The room is still empty and cold; he gathers all the drink in one place and puts them in a circle.

“Why are you telling it in 3rd person then? You can… , “ he stopped and reached for the glasses that Dazai was playing with. “ That’s mine, you can order more if you want to do whatever you were doing with them.”

“Ok, ok here you are.”

“Thanks. So, why are you not using the first person?”

“Well, that’s because this is not only my story. You’ll see.”

The clock made a disharmonic sound. The room was quiet then for a while and Dazai took another deep breath. That was the moment that their plan to go drinking went wrong. Though Dazai got to ride Chuuya’s motorbike afterwards.

***

“You were right, it really does smell worse here,” yelled Chuuya, trying to make himself heard over the sound of the tasteless music that some DJ- Chuuya would very much like to go and teach that DJ what good music was supposed to sound like- was playing.

“I don’t know what you are saying. This smell kind of reminds me of your apartment. There is the same smell of cheap wine and…”

“That’s because of a certain someone only buying me wine at the smallest price!”

“You should go buy your own wine then!” A woman, almost naked of course, approached Dazai and put her hands on his shoulders. The brown-haired man pushed the woman away; her breath was smelling like beer and there was another odor, a musky and sour one that made Dazai scrunch his nose.

“I am sorry, but I have no such tastes in women,” said Dazai and went on, trying to catch up with Chuuya. He could his small partner ahead of him, avoiding the strippers that were coming for him like a wild group of animals comes for its prey.

“Chuuya, look there!,” shouted Dazai, trying to get the chibi’s attention. Chuuya turned to him and followed the direction that Dazai was showing with his hand.

There were the men that they had to meet to retrieve the documents. Port Mafia didn’t like to spill blood uselessly. So, Mori-san gave them the order to try and negotiate first for the documents, giving them some money in return.

Neither Dazai, nor Chuuya understood the old man. They could just beat those guys and take the documents and that was.

It was almost as if there was something that they didn’t know; as if they were fooled; as if they were going right inside a trap.

Yeah, Dazai knew that was very probably. A trap. He was more than sure about it. He didn’t know if Chuuya realized this; but he trusted his partner. He knew that Chuuya could protect himself, even if he was being in disadvantage. For fuck’s sake, Chuuya was literally a god, so Dazai should not worry about the redhead so much.

The brown-haired man looked around. An elegant dressed woman, wearing red lipstick, her hair tied up in a practical bun, sitting on a celadon sofa, that was probably bought from the SecondHand shop next to the club; Dazai could tell that the sofa was not very comfortable, but what could you expect from such a place? She didn’t seem like a bad person. Besides her, there were two women. Dazai scanned them quickly. A gun hung loosely next to their hip. It was pretty dark, but Dazai could also see the shine of some small, sharp blades. Total: around six. There could also be some hidden ones, in their boots, their hair and maybe even a small bomb in their mouth. He was not so sure, but they needed to pay attention.

Chuuya and Dazai looked at each other. After years of missions when they needed to be silent, they developed some kind of secret language only between two them; almost like they could reach each other’s minds and pull out the thoughts directly from there.

“Do they pose a threat to us?”

“Maybe to you, I am capable of protecting myself.” “Ok, but you won’t let me die this time, no?”

“…did I ever let you down, Dazai?”

Dazai smiled.

“No, chibi, let’s go. We do this quick and then we go to that new bar, right?”

“I swear, if you call me…” Chuuya stopped mid-sentence, looking somewhere between Dazai. He blinked four times and then he took hold of Dazai’s hand.

“We gotta go, Dazai. This is not ok. Fuck the files, this is a big ass trap. We haven’t been careful enough…”

Dazai turned to see what frightened Chuuya so. He blinked himself, telling himself that it was impossible. This mission should have been an easy one. What kind of Ability User did they have the luck to stumble across this time?

The club was slowly melting, its walls, people and everything peeling down, letting bright sunlight come in.

“Come on, Dazai, move!” The brown-haired man needn’t be told twice. It was not like them to run; normally, Dazai would not run with Chuuya. But, that day was the last day when he would be recognized, officially, as a member of the Port Mafia. He did not want to go around, killing people as some kind of maniac.

He was crazy, he knew that already. But, even crazy people had their moments. Just like broken clocks.

And, Chuuya always run. Not because there was something that he could not handle. Dazai bet that his partner could fight with a dragon from those fairytales Oda used to read kids before sleep and he would win, without even scratching himself. Maybe he was foolish and greedy to think that Chuuya was scared for him, for Dazai; maybe he was just blinded by the light coming from Chuuya’s eyes to think that the redhead really did care for him that much.

“Ok, Chuuya, let’s go.” They did not get out in time. They didn’t and Dazai is somewhat glad because of that.

***

“Could you just bring me an entire bottle? I am feeling bad for always telling you to bring two more glasses of whiskey,” chuckled Dazai, not a hint of nervousness in his tone. The barman nodded. Dazai looked at the bar’s door and then at the clock on the wall. He could almost hear Ango coming in, mumbling something to himself, and then taking a seat next to Dazai, sighing and ordering something to drink.

Dazai knew that he would never come here again.

“Well, what happened then? Why did you stop?” Oda looked at him with tired eyes, yet ready to find out whatever Dazai wanted to tell him.

“Just a moment of silence. I thought about my friend who died right before this story took place.” Tik-tok-tok-tik…

“Oh? Do I know them? Who is this friend of yours?”

“You.”

The bartender came with two bottles in his hands and put them on the counter.

“I only said one, though.”

“The other one is for the man right there,” said he, nodding towards the empty chair where Odasaku should have been.

“There is no one there.” The bartender lifted his shoulders and shook his head. He filled his arms with the empty glasses Dazai had drank and smiled fondly at the only client that was still coming to his bar. And then he left, leaving Dazai with the sound of a broken clock and his very own hallucinations.

“I can’t believe that you didn’t order one bottle for me,” laughed Oda, punching Dazai lightly. The brown-haired man sighed; it really was a mistake to come there, but it didn’t matter anymore.

“Old men can’t handle their drinks,” answered he, sipping the remaining whiskey from his glass.

“Hey, I’m only five years older than you.”

“You are…” Dazai bit his tongue. He almost said “dead”. “Ok, let’s continue the story, then. If not, I feel like I am going to fall asleep and you will never know what happened.” Oda nodded and Dazai started to tell his story again.

***

Chuuya and Dazai did not stop to look; they had enough experience to be able to apply the rule number 1 in such cases: never look. You can think about it afterwards. First survive.

The club was collapsing, the people transforming into thin smoke threads. Glass shattered on the floor had also started to disappear and then there was no sign of the location where Dazai and Chuuya should have had a nice and reasonable conversation to take back those documents.

They were now on an island, both of them could hear the distinctly sound of waves of the sea. Seagulls flew above them and as both of them stared up, at the blinding sun, at the clear, blue, day sky, somebody approached them.

“Welcome! My dear kids, this is the Memory Police! Couldn’t be more happy to have you here!”

Chuuya and Dazai turned back and faced the woman they saw in the club. She was alone this time. The two exchanged a look.

“She is the Ability User.”

“Well, we are not very happy that we are here so,let’s go back so we can take those documents and bring them to our boss.” The woman smiled; now Dazai saw that she was not wearing red lipstick, but a purple one. She didn’t look as pretty as before.

“You know that you can’t keep us here with only an Ability, right?, “continued Dazai, all while shooting his most charming smile at the woman.

He was more than sure that the island they were on was part of her ability, so one touch and it would probably vanish. Actually, he was standing on it already, so it was probably already melting, but given that it was such a big object it would take longer for it to go away. But, whatever other spells there were hidden on the island, Dazai nullified them all.

“Oh, I do know that, which is why I don’t intend on keeping you here…”

Chuuya was done listening to the woman’s crap. “What the…,” he threw some gravity discs in her direction, “fuck do you want?” The woman didn’t even move; she raised her arm and made a swift motion, as if she was at a concert and she was the bandmaster. The discs vanished. Chuuya and Dazai were left looking at her surprised; but then they remember the number one rule, the golden rule they must always follow.

They had to do something, but what could they? Why wasn’t Dazai’s ability working already? And what was that from before? Could the woman also nullify somebody’s gift? There were too many questions and Dazai had the answer to only one of it.

No, the woman didn’t have the same ability as Dazai, because that would mean that there was somebody else, another Ability User that brought them to the island. Also, she didn’t even had to touch the discs, they simply went voosh and bye-bye Chuuya’s attack. So, it had to be the island. Maybe this was like some sort of environment where she was able to do whatever she pleased and whatever satisfied her. In other words, a secluded space where she ruled every single rock, every single tiny bit of sand, every single force and every single person.

Well, that would have been bad, if only Dazai wasn’t there. After all, that was his job: to make him and Chuuya un-vulnerable to such attacks. But, why was it not working? Maybe he should get closer to the woman, maybe if he touched her…

“Chuuya, let’s do the thing we did then, when we had to steal those diamonds…you know.” The redhead looked at his partner. He sometimes couldn’t believe that such a fragile person (even though Dazai was much taller than him, but we do NOT talk about that here, in the Port Mafia gang) could make his world so much more than the red angry he used to see. That was before he met Dazai. After that, after they became a team, there was always a black dot in Chuuya’s red world that was jumping and fooling around, making the boy’s head spun.

Chuuya hated that little, tiny, stupid thing! He hated it for confusing him so!

But, it was nice. To be able to see something else than red. Something else than blind anger.

“Are you sure it’s gonna work?” Chuuya asked just because he was used to do so. He trusted his partner completely, meaning that he would follow whatever plans Dazai came up with.

“Have I ever let you down, chibi?”

Chuuya smiled. Did he really hate that Dazai called him chibi? Yes.

“Well, if you say so…but don’t call me that anymore.”

Chuuya smiled. Did he really hate that Dazai called him chibi? No.

Dazai winked and the redhead rolled his eyes. From somewhere very close to them, they could hear the waves crashing onto whatever they were sitting on (an island, an ability or a giant lion-turtle with magical powers). The seagulls seemed agitated – maybe a storm was coming.

“Well, lady, we would love to stay, but he have to go.” Dazai backed a few feet away, discovering that Chuuya was no more by his side. He could see the hole that his partner dug for them to escape, the sand starting to cover it up already.

“Oh no, I am afraid I can’t do that.” Yoko Ogawa smiled.

‘You see, this is my island. Not some playground for such bastards like you.”

And, suddenly, Chuuya was above Dazai’s head floating in the air and the brown-haired could see that he was not using his ability. The redhead looked down and wriggled his legs, he tried to come down but to no use; he got the same feeling as when he was a kid and he couldn’t control his ability. But, now, it wasn’t he that was the problem.

“Dazai, do something!”

Dazai looked at his partner and there were a hundred thought that flooded onto him at the same time. Unfortunately, his instincts took over before he could react rationally. Dazai shot Yoko; she didn’t dodge, she just stopped the bullet with her very own hand.

The little piece of metal was not on the island anymore. When she opened her palm, there was no sign of her previous action; the skin was fine. That did not surprise Dazai. He had a vague idea of what the woman’s ability was…

“DAZAI. I swear to god, I-“

“Shh, little Chuuya,” said Dazai flashing a snakey smile at his friend, “the adults are trying to solve this.”

Yoko Ogawa laughed. The seagulls flew over their heads, not a care in the world. Did they care that Chuuya was hanging seven meters high up in the air and something happened to his ability?

No! And guess who also did not? Dazai. Or at least, that’s what Chuuya thought.

“You consider yourself an adult? Please, you can’t even drink legally.”

“Well, maybe that’s true, but I still think like one. For example, your ability. What do I know about it? That it’s called “Memory Police”. Why I don’t know and I don’t care but I definitely won’t be coming to you to help me choose the name of my ability.” Dazai looked around discreetly. There really was no one around. Now, there was no turning back, anyway. He would just tell the woman what he knew and he would try to resonate with her. If not, there was Chuuya; he knew that he was not alone.

“Oh and also, this island or whatever this is… this sand is not part of your ability. I don’t know, you probably put it here, but this is not a real island.” If Yoko Ogawa was impressed, she didn’t show it.

“You control everything here: even gravity, that’s what Chuuya can’t use his ability. Or, better said, using his ability doesn’t have any effect.”

“Well, aren’t you a clever one?” Yoko looked at Chuuya and with another swift motion of her hand, she let him down. The redhead almost smashed head first if Dazai didn’t run to catch him.

He did not fall into Dazai’s arm, unfortunately, because his long cultivated instincts kicked in and at the last moment he made a pillow of air to sustain himself and then he let himself down carefully.

“You really are clever, but too bad you won’t be around here anymore to see the rest of the story.”

“What…?” Dazai then realized. It was like a premonition; he knew what would happen and it really did happen like that: in the next three seconds, he was thrown around in a black hole, and he was back in the club. The loud music (who played such bad music? Dazai should teach them a lesson later) and the neon lights were messing with his head; he felt like throwing up.

“Wake up, pretty boy ‘cause mama has to give you some pills. You’ll feel better then.”

A voice that Dazai very much did not like was the only thing he heard before he fell asleep. His last thoughts ran off to Chuuya.

Dazai hated himself in general, but now that he had left Chuuya alone, his hatred towards himself seemed to increase. A little.

***

Dazai woke up on the island; he felt his limbs numb, and he tried to move them. He couldn’t, and that didn’t surprise him so much. The memories of what happened yesterday (had it already passed a day? It was hard to tell) came to him slowly and he opened his eyes, even if the bright light was uncomfortable.

He could hear the seagulls, the waves of the sea; and he could smell the salty wind. His eyes started to adjust, but his vision was still a bit hazy. Dazai could see that he was somewhere above the ground, in a metal cage. He did not see Yoko Ogawa.

“Chuuya. Where is Chuuya?”

Dazai found the answer to his question in no time. In the same cage as him, too far away for Dazai to reach and touch him, there was Chuuya, breathing hard. His head was hanging loosely and the red hair covered almost all of his face. He could see that Chuuya was trembling and he could also see the sweat glistening off him in the light of the artificial sun. Chuuya never sweated. Dazai suspected that both of them had been drugged.

“Chuuya…Hey, Chuuya,” whispered Dazai, his voice going hoarse in the middle of the sentence. The redhead didn’t move. His hands were pinned above his head, cuffed with iron chains covering his small palms completely. His long-sleeved shirt revealed some delicate skin; and Dazai then saw it.

How could he not from the start, he didn’t know. Chuuya’s hands where covered in that red, snake-like pattern that Dazai did very much not like; the stripes seemed alive, as if there was something impure lurking under his skin, some kind of disease, some kind of filthy demon. Dazai shuddered.

So, his partner used Corruption. What was he thinking? Didn’t he knew that the woman controlled everything on the island? That he had no chance of winning?

But, why was he not doing anything now? How much time has passed since Chuuya was in that state? Again, Dazai was left with too many unanswered questions.

He tried to calm himself. He looked above himself and saw that his hands were also pinned up like Chuuya’s. He tried to think logically; would Chuuya use Corruption if Dazai was not around, if he hadn’t chance to come back to his human-self? No. That was for sure.

Which meant that it had to do either with the island, with Yoko Ogawa’s ability or with the fact that they both have been drugged. Dazai chose the second option. So, what was it? What kind of drug? He could only take guess: maybe it was something that brought Corruption to surface; and even if Chuuya tried to use the ability, he could not, because Yoko was controlling the gravity around him, so that he could not escape.

So, the woman was probably around here. Dazai should be careful about what he was saying, about how he revealed his plans to Chuuya. But, Yoko Ogawa didn’t know that Dazai figured that much, so maybe he could use that to his advantage.

A seagull stopped on the cage, making it move a little.

“Are you awake already?” The voice came from down, from under the cage. It made sense; it was the only place where Dazai could not see. The brown-haired man didn’t say anything, and the other part also stopped asking questions.

Right now, Dazai had one big problem; he needed to touch Chuuya, so that he could deactivate Corruption. But, how? He didn’t even feel his hands. He didn’t feel his whole body, damn it!

“Chuuya, are you awake?, “ asked Dazai, but he got no response. He knew that the woman was clever; she did manage to bring them into this situation, after all, so he had to be careful.

“Chuuya!” This time, Dazai called his friend loud enough that it was impossible for Yoko not to hear.

“Oh, so you are awake. Then shall I explain the situation you are into right now? You have to understand the rules of the game form the start, so that you don’t make any mistakes.” Dazai tried moving his fingers, but he wasn’t sure if he succeeded or not; they were like a piece of meat attached to his body with a rope. Useless.

“If you would be so kind.” Dazai could almost hear the smile in the woman’s voice as she spoke.

“Well, I think that you figured pretty much already, but I am too excited so I am going to tell it to you once more. So, you both have been given a drug. Yours is just something plain, and it was not administrated in a big quantity; you still need to see this plan unfold right before your eyes and you can’t be high for that to happen.” She stopped and took a deep breath. She seemed to be happy with herself. At the same time, Chuuya made a slight movement, but Dazai saw it. His friend was starting to wake up. It was going good.

“And, well maybe you asked yourself: what does that drug exactly do? And maybe you thought that it brings out the god-form of your partner. And you are right, but not entirely. Because this drug doesn’t only bring your partner’s inner demon…”

Dazai clenched his teeth. Chuuya was more of a human that that woman would ever be. Chuuya was not a demon; maybe he looked like one, maybe he sometimes acted like one (only around Dazai though), but he was not a demon.

How should Dazai put this? He always found himself admiring Chuuya, that succeeded in keeping his humanity, even when he had the powers of a god. Dazai couldn’t even do that, he, a regular person.

Chuuya was more human than Dazai would ever be.

“…it forces the kid to fight with it.” Dazai almost missed the last part as he tried to escape from his shackles. He stopped his action at once. What did Yoko mean?

Suddenly, Chuuya jerked forward. His chains hit the metal bars of the cage and clinked; like the bells on a wedding day. It was as a veil had been put over Dazai’s eyes, over his intern logic. He felt physical pain by just looking at Chuuya, just by looking at his small partner struggling like a trapped animal, his body spasming uncontrollably. And, all Dazai could do was watch.

Chuuya cried in pain. He was breathing hard, almost chocking on something that was not there. His eyes were hollow; two white, milky spheres, showing no emotion, empty. There was a liquid rolling down his cheeks, from his eyes, something like tears, but with a coarse density. Chuuya was shaking and crying and Dazai could not do anything.

“See, this is the thing the drug does. He will die in no time.”

It still hurt. But, he got used to it. He was strong enough to do so. It was like he didn’t feel it anymore, actually.

No, this time, Dazai would not get over it. He just lost Odasaku. He could not lose Chuuya. Not him. Not him, not him, not him…

His head was spinning. He lied, he lied. Dazai fucking lied! He felt it all, he felt the pain, he felt the guilt of his past actions hanging around his neck, suffocating him every time he tried to go down, towards the mortal world, towards what he loves. He hated it.

Dazai fainted. Right then and right there. It was too much, too much, too much, even for him. Tears poured out of his close eyes; he had finally let his guard down.

The seagulls sang a song only for the two of them; only for Chuuya and Dazai to hear. The birds sang in their crooked voice; they sounded like a broken clock.

Chuuya fainted from all the pain shortly after his partner, but he knew he was not going to die. After all, he had somebody else to protect from death.

***

Dazai woke up in white room. To be honest, he had first thought that he died. That was how he always thought the afterlife would look like.

Well, he would have definitely be dead if there wasn’t a certain redhead lying motionless on the floor. Suddenly, the memories of the club, of the island, of Chuuya shouting in pain came back to Dazai and he ran towards his friend.

It couldn’t be… Were they both dead? No, no…

He knelt down and checked Chuuya’s pulse. There was nothing. But, his partner did look normal. He didn’t have the red stripes over his body anymore. But, he was not breathing. Did they really die? Was that…

Chuuya sit up straight, slamming his head into Dazai’s nose. The redhead coughed a fistful of blood and then wiped his mouth with a gloved hand.

“Chuuya~!,” screamed Dazai in surprise.

“What the fuck… Where are we?”

Chuuya looked around, clearly confused. Actually, what was there to look at? They were literally in a room (or maybe it was a white infinity) and the boy seemed even paler than before.

“Ah…” Chuuya shoved his head into his hands. “Don’t you tell me you actually convinced me to commit double-suicide with you!”

The redhead took Dazai by the collar of his coat and swung him around.

“Or, what stupid thing did you do to bring us into this kinda situation? I swear…” Dazai laughed wholeheartedly and Chuuya raised his fist. Ah, yes. The good ol’ fight between friends – or whatever they were.

“Chuuya, don’t! Wait, let me explain!” The little boy calmed down a bit. He took a deep breath and sat on the floor, cross-legged. Or maybe it was the ceiling or another wall. He didn’t even want to think about their situation. His head hurt already so bad, and he still had to deal with the nuisance in front of him.

“Ok, then go on, you shitty…”

“Shh, Chuuya, don’t use such words,” said Dazai, putting his index finger on Chuuya’s lips. The redhead looked at it and his blue eyes hid emotions Dazai could not recognize. But, whatever was lying there, he could for sure say that those ocean-like orbits were luminous. So bright and so lovely, Dazai would love to drown in them. A perfect way to die, he considered. He sighed; if only Chuuya would let him.

“OUCH! CHUUYA!” Dazai retreated his wounded finger and looked at his partner. There was a fresh, red stain on Chuuya’s lips, from the blood that had flowed out Dazai fingers; Chuuty really bit him!

“What are you, seventh grade? A dog should not bite his master!!” As Dazai was wrapping up a small bandage over his finger, Chuuya licked his lips; such a salty taste made him shiver for some reason.

“And, for you to know, it was not my fault. You tried to shut me up! From using cursed words or whatever… Fuck that, I always curse!”

Dazai made a tsk-tsk sound, but said nothing more. Chuuya looked at him and sighed, laying on his back. He thought about the situation they were in. It was most likely a dream caused by the drugs he and Dazai have been injected with.

He would not want to wake up.

“Chuuya, let’s play a game! I’m bored! Let’s play truth or dare!”

He would very much like to wake up.

“Oi, Dazai, shut up I am trying to think.” No, he wasn’t but Dazai didn’t knew that.

“Oh, ok, I’ll be quiet, you need after all some practice.” Chuuya did not say anything; every word would be like fuel to an already massive fire. He, for once, shut up.

Did he think that Dazai would leave him alone? Yeah.

Did Dazai leave him alone? Nope.

“Chuuya~! Let’s play, please!! I’ve got some really good questions!”

The redhead ignored him at first, pretending to be asleep. Of course Dazai hadn’t fallen for it. The brown-haired man decided that if that was how Chuuya would play, then he wouldn’t be nice either. With only a war-like scream, Dazai hurled over Chuuya and started to tickle his sides. Chuuya burst out in laughter, trying to push Dazai off, but without succeeding.

“Dazai you ~haha~ little brat, if I put my hands on you!!~stop –hahah- don’t tickle me there!”

“I’ll stop if you play Truth or Dare with me.” Chuuya continued to laugh and he chocked, but Dazai had no mercy. He tickled him until his fingers hurt.

“Ok, ok, ~hiC~ I’ll play, get off you mother ~HIc~fucker…”

Dazai got off in an instant, clearly pleased with himself. Chuuya tried to catch his breath; the touch of Dazai’s fingers still felt so real to him. There, on his left ribs, a little lower than his heart, where he was most ticklish. There on his stomach, where Chuuya didn’t like to be touched (he didn’t mind now tho). There on…

What was he thinking?

He got up, sitting with his legs crossed again. He eyes Dazai that was also standing like that, at only 4 inches away from him. He reached out and punched his friend.

“I’ll kill you, Dazai, you shitty suicidal maniac, if you ever do that to me again!” Dazai only laughed; he was already good friends with these kind of threats; that he knew would never actually happen.

“Ok, Chuuya, you go first!” Chuuya sighed.

“Geez, I feel like a seventh grader, not that I’ve actually been to school before…”

“You do have the behavior of a seventh grader, but unfortunately not the brains of one.”

“Do you want to have no brains at all?”

“Is this the question you are asking for the game? Then, no I don’t really, but I would rather blow them up myself. Not the best way to go, but it’s an option, I guess.”

Chuuya shook his head. How did he end with such a moron?

“How can we play when you are making this so difficult?” yelled Chuuya, suddenly wanting to slap Dazai. In fact, no, it wasn’t suddenly, he always wanted to slap Dazai, yes, the urge was always there. And moments like these was what it took for him to actually do it.

“Chuu~huya, it’s not your turn anymore!” sang Dazai, smiling and provoking Chuuya with his gaze. The redhead calmed himself; he should not use his energy on that bastard after all. He sighed again; he felt like he did that too often when he was around Dazai. He did it rhythmically, like the sound of a good, completely functioning clock.

“Ok, then you go now.” Dazai beamed and Chuuya’s heart sink; was that what made him happy?

“Chibi…”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Shrimp…”

“If you call me that, I’ll call you mackerel for the rest of our lives.”

“My life won’t last, I’ll make sure of it so I don’t really care.”

“Just ask the question already.”

Dazai shot Chuuya an evil smile. The evilest smile Chuuya had ever seen. His brows furrowed. He was getting kind of scared…

“Truth or Dare?”

“What?” asked Chuuya, still a little bit lost into his thoughts.

“That’s how you play the game, chibi. Or did you not have someone to teach you that?”

“O-of course I played before!” stuttered Chuuya and he tried to show Dazai that by looking directly into those brown-red eyes, eyes like the withered camellias in Chuuya’s room that he forgot to water. His lie didn’t get past Dazai; but the boy decided to drop it or else Chuuya might really beat him.

“Ok then Truth or Dare?” Chuuya thought for a second.

“Truth.” Dazai closed his eyes and put his hands together as if he was meditating. Chuuya rolled his eyes, but the corners of his mouth were still lifted upwards. Just a little bit.

“Hm~It has to be a really good question…” Dazai sat like that for several minutes in which Chuuya just looked at him.

He always thought Dazai was beautiful. Like a withered camellia. Don’t ask Chuuya why, he wasn’t good at poetic descriptions, Dazai just seemed like a camellia person. His hair was soft like the small petals of his favorite flower. He was even built like a camellia; slim and tall (Not so tall that Chuuya couldn’t outgrow him someday, though), a slender silhouette, that Chuuya felt like he should take care of everyday.

Else, it would wither away.

“Ok I know. Say Chuuya, is it true that a few days ago, when you screamed in the middle of the night was because Koyo waxed your leg?”

Chuuya chocked on nothing. Well, that was true, but how did Dazai find out?

“Uhm…Yeah, it’s true. It hurt like a bitch. I don’t know how women do that on a regular basis.”

Dazai laughed out loud, startling Chuuya.

“Why are you laughing, you miso-“ Dazai wiped a tear and lied down, looking at Chuuya upside down.

“I am not laughing at women, I am laughing at you, ‘cause I didn’t expect you would admit it. Either way, I already knew because I was the one who set it up. I have also filmed it!”

Chuuya was confused. He felt like Dazai would do that, he could really see him, but that was also something that he did not expect.

“You… what?”

***

“Dazai, I think that’s enough drinks you had there,” said Oda, visibly concerned for his friend. The bar smelled like his favorite whiskey; Dazai held a glass in his hand, the bottle the bartender had bought more than three quarters empty.

“BOOO, you shut up, you just a hallucination…” Dazai looked at Oda through half closed eyelids. The clock on the wall made a ding-dong sound, reminding them that the midnight had come. Dazai almost jumped off his chair.

“Dazai, stop…”begged Oda, but the brown-haired man didn’t even cared as he chugged down the bottle.

“No, Oda, I am not here to listen to you, you are here to listen to me.”

`I have listened to you enough. I changed my life because you said so. You can also listen to me right now.`

Dazai didn’t say that, but it wasn’t necessary because Odasaku heard it anyway. After all, he did live in Dazai’s head.

***

They played Truth or Dare for hours. Days maybe? They didn’t know. It was like a dream; with each question, Chuuya and Dazai would insult each other more, would find more dark secrets about each other.

With each question, Chuuya and Dazai would love each other more.

Right now, Chuuya was standing in Dazai’s lap, the taller man (though Chuuya still had time to overgrow him! Let’s not forget that) combing his long fingers through the red hair. It wasn’t silky, but not wiry either. It smelled like strawberries.

The room they were in wasn’t white anymore. It was filled with their stories and with their laughter, with their love, with their hate for each other. It was more like a pretty orange-pink shade. Their voices echoed in the colorful infinity.

“Chuuya, it’s your turn.”

“I feel like we don’t even have what to ask each other anymore.” Dazai started braiding Chuuya’s hair gently, careful not to hurt the boy in his lap.

“Come on, think of something.” Chuuya closed his eyes and scrunched his nose.

“Dazai, do you really want to die? So bad that you…” Dazai’s hands stopped their movement and the room seemed to become colder. He cleared his throat; he was afraid that his voice would break when he gave Chuuya the answer. He gathered his courage and finally admitted to somebody else than himself.

“Yes. But I’m a coward. I can’t do it. I love this world, even if it scares me. Even if it hurts. There are so many beautiful things here. And I’m just too afraid to leave them here.”

Chuuya didn’t say anything, just placed himself better into Dazai’s lap.

“I don’t think you are a coward. I think what you are doing is an act of dumb courage.”

“Really?” laughed Dazai, starting to braid Chuuya’s hair again.

“Yes. To decide to live into this world, to just live here alone… You feel lonely, don’t you? Since he died.”

Dazai gasped. He knew who Chuuya was referring to. Was it yesterday that Odasku died? Or was it better than a week since then? Dazai couldn’t tell. But it hurt like hell. And it was still stinging his heart, like an open wound that will leave a very big scar.

Dazai lied.

“He was just a friend. I will get over it. I am used to this.”

Chuuya suddenly reached for Dazai’s face and touched it with his gloved hands. It was as if they were high; high on their secrets, stories and whispers only they had ever heard.

“Don’t lie.” Dazai averted his gaze.

“It’s my turn. Truth or Dare?” Chuuya felt his heart sink.

“Dare.” Dazai looked down at Chuuya again and got closer. Chuuya’s hair was half braided.

“I dare you to kiss me.” Chuuya blinked and he looked into Dazai’s eyes. He saw it then; that sad happiness. He would do it; he wanted to. He wanted so bad to do it.

“Ok.” Chuuya lifted his head and Dazai lowered his. Their lips found each other, almost clumsily and it was only a brief touch but both their hearts felt like they would jump from their chests and ran off together, lost into the colorful infinity that only the two of them had built.

They alone. They were alone together.

They kissed delicately, and the next thing they knew, they were back into the cage on the beach. Back to reality and their separate loneliness.

***

The sun was setting lazily behind Dazai. He opened his eyes and he felt his head hurt. The smell of slat and the sound of waves. His wrists hurt. He took a deep breath and vomited.

“Oh, finally! I thought you were dead!” Yoko Ogawa’s voice was like a harsh ringing in Dazai’s ears.

“I would love to, trust me…” The brown haired man looked around him; he was still in the cage, but he could now move his body somewhat. Chuuya was in front of him, though he looked paler than before. His arms were tied up, but the metal gloves around his hands were no more. Probably from all the gravity pressure he and Yoko exerted. Chuuya’s head was resting against the metal bars and Dazai sucked in a breath.

One of his eyes was blue and wide open, but dark somehow; looking dead. The other was still a white ball, the light reflecting on its shiny surface. There were tears of blood coming down on Chuuya’s cheek from his blue eye; from the other, something as tears but much more dense. Dazai wanted to reach and wiped them away, he wanted to so bad.

His face, his body, every inch of skin Dazai could see was covered in those red stripes, like camellia petals. He felt like he would vomit again. They were a dark nuance of red, an ill light still coming to the surface from under them.

Dazai had a lot of time to think in his dream (which he could not remember very clearly) One thing he knew, he and Chuuya came up with a plan to escape. Well, it was based on Dazai’s guesses about Yoko’s ability, but if what he thought was true, then his plan was flawless.

Kind of. He hoped so.

“How long have we slept for?” asked Dazai, but expecting to not be answered.

“About three hours. “ Hm. It felt like a lot more time to Dazai. He wondered if Chuuya had the same dream… He shook his head. It was impossible.

“Why didn’t you kill us while we were sleeping? It would have been easy.” He heard the sound of feet on sand and he looked down. Finally, he could see Yoko. The woman looked up at him, a malicious smile stretching on her purple lips. Kind of the worst combination possible with the orange light of the sun setting on her face.

“Well, where would be the fun in that? You have to watch your friend die first.”

Dazai scoffed. Did the people around him thought that he could not take it? That he was not strong enough to?

Maybe they were right, but they would never know. Because Dazai never cried. There was always someone that would see him; he had to always be ready, he could never let his guard down. Even when he was alone, he was not. His fifteen year old self was laughing at him from the mirror, and his head was stuffed with voices that were not his own. Or maybe they were?

And then there was Oda. Since he died, he followed Dazai like a blood ghost, guiding him, protecting him and making the voices from his head go away at times. Even now, he was standing in the cage, dripping blood from his wound.

“Do you have a plan?” Dazai ignored Odasaku and responded to Yoko instead.

“I already watched my friend die. Actually, no, I watched my friends die. There were more. I am the only one left as you can see. Chuuya is not my friend.”

Yoko remained silent for some time and then pointed her index at Dazai.

“You are just a kid; you know nothing about this kind of things, but you still think you do. You still think you are above the world. You think that…”

She stopped mid-sentence and flicked her wrist. Dazai’s shackles tighten around his hands and he felt as if they were almost chopped off. Blood started to drip on the metal floor, mixing with the vomit from earlier. Drops of the strange mix trickled down onto the sand. Dazai held his screams in.

“You think that you know how this world is! You know NOTHING!” Yoko twisted Dazai’s left wrist. He squeaked in pain and like that, with his eyes shut close, he did not see Chuuya slowly getting up. Neither did Yoko Ogawa.

It was as if the woman had gone mad. Yes, she was crazy, there was not a single thing about her that could be described as sane, but what happened to her?

Dazai didn’t know that, like him, Yoko Ogawa heard voices, he didn’t know that he was followed by her own ghosts dripping in blood that she spilled.

“Kill them…” “Yes, now…like you did to us…”

“Murderer….! I hate you.”

“Mama, don’t! Mama, mama, hahaha…”

“Do it, darling, kill them, kill them, kill, kill, kill…”

“Kill, kill…”

“Mama!”

Yoko ignored them and broke Dazai’s left hand. Tears rolled down her face. The voices of her family hit her like the waves hit the island. A storm was coming; the sky was getting grayer, darker and it was not long before rain started pouring. It hit the metal cage violently. Yoko’s makeup didn’t seem to be waterproof; her mascara was all over her face and she was still twisting Dazai’s arm, without mercy.

The boy closed his eyes and bit his lips and did not make a sound. It was raining as that day.

“Do you have a plan?” Odasaku would just not leave him alone.

“I do, I do… Now quiet.”

Suddenly the metal cage shuddered and Dazai opened his eyes only to see a red flash in all the grayness surrounding him. It was Chuuya, it had to be! And yes, here he was indeed! It seemed that Yoko could not control two things at a time. Dazai’s guess was correct. His plan didn’t involve in getting his hand destroyed though, but it didn’t matter anymore. He was just glad that it worked out.

He heard Chuuya grunt and he watched down to see his friend trying to reach at Yoko, a fight where both sides had gravity as their ally. Who would win?

Chuuya looked up at Dazai. His eyes were not hollow; they were both blue and full of live and he smiled as he pushed harder and harder until Yoko was half buried in the wet sand. The sea was ragging.

But, suddenly two women came running. They were behind Chuuya, so he didn’t saw them, but Dazai did. His shackles were now merely some pieces of chopped metal. And he still had one good arm. He quickly escaped from them and jumped off, holding his gun pointed at the women. They looked at him surprised and then at the cage, at Chuuya and at their boss and exchanged a look.

They charged forward and Dazai shot them. He missed. He missed and the women could have killed him, but there was no need. They ran towards him but did not stop. One of them pulled out a blade and cut Dazai’s stomach. He collapsed and cursed his weakness. But, he did not cry.

He caught a glimpse of Chuuya being thrown over and that was all. Then he fainted again.

*** “Well, you sure fainted very much in this story,” said Odasaku, looking at a half-wasted Dazai from across the table. He didn’t even try to stop him anymore. Chuuya would come to pick him up afterwards anyway.

“Yeah~!I was ~hic~ dipressed.” Dazai’s head was spinning, but he wanted to finish the story. There was only a little bit to it…

“You mean depressed?”

“Yeah, what~hIc~ever now shut up and listen, Oda! This is a legendary story! I bet those kids of yours will love it!” Odasaku sighed and looked at the watch on his wrist. It was a little bit after midnight. He nodded towards Dazai as his friend started to narrate his love story again, interrupted only by his hiccups and the sound of a broken clock.

***

Dazai woke up with a stinging pain flowing from his arm, exhausting his whole body. A seagull was picking at his hair and only for that reason did Dazai sprung up and made the bird fly away. His whole body was feeling hot; did he have a fever?

He tried lifting his right arm, but it was too hard. He looked down at it and the sight of Chuuya’s fingers being intertwined with his made him recall everything that happened. He quickly checked Chuuya’s heartbeat; it was there, and Dazai let out a joyful breath. It was weak, but it was ok, everything was going to be ok…

Dazai got up and put Chuuya’s arm over his shoulder. His left arm was completely ruined; it didn’t even hurt anymore, there was only a sense of numbness. It was going to be alright, repeated Dazai to himself, struggling to walk with Chuuya hanging on him

He would go and leave the Port Mafia. Maybe Chuuya would want to come with him. Maybe they would go overseas and start their own business. Maybe something like an orphanage, maybe they would buy a house and they would stay there.

Chuuya wouldn’t have to use his ability anymore. They would be normal, they would be good people, better than they are now. Yes, and maybe he and Chuuya could go watch the pink cherry flowers bloom, they could make snowmen in the winter, they could everything neither of them got a chance to as a kid.

They could watch the moon on a windy autumn night, while the pie they had tried to cook for hours is burning in the oven they set wrong. The moonlight would illuminate Chuuya so beautifully, accentuating his blue eyes. And maybe Dazai could lean down and…

“DIE! Die you filthy bastards, you motherfuckers, you gross me out! Die, die, die!!” Yoko Okawa’s voice startled Dazai as the woman came towards them. Her hair was a total mess, and her purple lipstick has been replaced by red stains of dried blood. Only now did Dazai see the other two women lying lifeless on the sand, face up, eyes open, their throats violently split by human hand.

Dazai tried to go out of Yoko’s path but he felt an overwhelming force pinning him down. He looked at Chuuya who opened his eyes. They were not full of freedom; there was nothing else than pain and anger there. He didn’t know where his friend gathered all that energy to keep going.

It was a mystery for him.

Yoko approached, her legs trembling.

“Die, die, die!” cried she as tears ran down her face, as her hand was gripping on a pointy rock as she was slipping on the blood the ghosts around her left behind them.

“Mama, come to us…”

“Don’t kill them, mama! We love you!” “Darling, we are waiting. Come to us.”

She stumbled and she fell face forward on the rock she was holding. Dazai winced; blood splashed on his clothes and he heard the woman murmur:

“I am coming, my kids.”

And then the island fell silent. Chuuya coughed and Dazai looked down to see the red sand before him. The redhead did not stop and only now did Dazai notice the wound on his torso. It seemed like a knife cut and even if Chuuya tried to suppress the hemorrhage, it was still bleeding pretty hard. His friend went numb in his arms again and the island disappeared right before Dazai could assure Chuuya it was ok.

***

They were back in the club. The people around them seemed to not notice anything unusual about the two members of the Port Mafia.

Dazai’s mind was finally starting to function. He needed a hospital for Chuuya, quickly or else it was possible for him to…

No, he first had to get out of there. The music (who the FUCK plays such bad music, now let’s be serious!) was making his head hurt and the smell of piss and beer didn’t help either.

He took a deep breath as soon as he was outside. His muscles were sore and his left arm started to awake. But, Chuuya was his priority. Dazai rummaged through Chuuya’s jacket and he pulled out the keys of the motorcycle (Jenna, that was what Chuuya named her) and smiled tired. He clicked the red button and he heard a ding-dong noise.

He loved Jenna! It was on her way to Dazai and Chuuya. The brown haired thought; once he had Jenna, he would bring Chuuya to a hospital. What was the closest one? Hm…

“Dazai…” Chuuya’s voice was hoarse as he spoke. “Dazai, please don’t leave me…” Dazai looked down at his friend surprised and chuckled. He brushed Chuuya’s hair out of his face.

“But, you are a god and I am human. We can’t be together.” Dazai felt a stinging pain in his heart as soon as his words left his lips. It hurt him more that the pain in his arm, more than anything he ever experienced.

“Then, from now on… you’re no longer human. So, just stay with me.” Dazai’s heart twisted in his chest and he nodded, even Chuuya could not see him.

“Ok, Chuuya. I’ll stay with you forever.”

***

“And this is how I got the name of my ability,” finished Dazai, smashing the empty bottle of whiskey on the counter. Odasaku nodded.

“Hm, I guess it could have been worse.”

“You, shut up! You old hag ~HIC~!!” Dazai covered his mouth. “HGG, I feel like throwing up…” Odasaku sighed and pated his friend on the shoulder.

“Well, I should go.” Dazai sprung up and pointed accusatory at the man in front of him. The empty room smelled like Odasaku’s favorite whiskey.

“You will leave me here? In this ~bleaghh…” Dazai had thrown up on Odasaku’s shoes and the man looked indignanted at the only one that was still keeping him alive. He smiled and he exited on the door.

“Don’t worry, I’ll always be with you. And, don’t forget that there is someone else you are waiting for.” Dazai didn’t hear those words as he was already asleep.

***

In the other part of the town, a phone rang. The man who owned it put his glass of wine down and answered.

“Who is it?” The man listened closely to what the one who called him had to say. He nodded a few times and then said:

“I understand. I’ll be there in a moment.”

Chuuya went into his garage and pulled Jenna out and as he was thinking about what he was going to do, he smiled. That dumbass.

***

The door of Lupin opened as the clock struck midnight again. It was definitely broken. Chuuya eyed his former partner, that was sleeping on the counter, his hair covering his closed eyes. Chuuya approached and he felt something slippery under his feet.

Of course he had to walk straight in Dazai’s vomit. Of course there was no other way. The bartender appeared and greeted Chuuya, smiling at him. The redhead nodded.

“Thank you for calling me. Do I have to pay for anything?”asked Chuuya, already drawing his wallet out of his jacket.

“No, no, it’s ok.” Chuuya frowned at man and slammed 50 bucks on the table.

“For dealing with this idiot for such a long time.” The bartender smiled and sighed.

“I see you know how…peculiar this man can be.” Chuuya burst out in laughter as he drew Dazai’s arm over his shoulder and exited from the bar in the cold night.

“I know better than anyone.” He walked with Dazai to Jenna and he tried to wake up the man. By slapping him hard on the face. It worked.

“Ouch, what was…” Dazai’s face lighted when he saw who had come for him. “Chuuya! I’ve been waiting for you!” Chuuya rolled his eyes and raised his palm warningly.

“Hop up right now or I’ll slap you again.” Dazai looked at his friend and he chuckled. He sat up on Jenna, almost falling once, but Chuuya put him back in place.

“Chuuya~!”

“What do you want, motherfucker?? Isn’t it enough that I came to pick you up, drunk, at such an hour!?”

“Can I sleep at your place?”

Chuuya hoped on his motorcycle and almost punched Dazai. He started Jenna and screamed over the sound of her motor:

“You are crazy!”

“I am!”

Dazai smiled and nestled himself into Chuuya’s body. It smelled like peaches and wine. He closed his eyes and let himself fall back into sleep.

“I’ve been waiting for you, Chuuya” murmured he as his eyes close one more time. Chuuya remained silent as they left Lupin far away behind them.

Waiting for you sounds like a broken clock.

****

End Notes

And, yes, while they stayed in that white room (i leave it to you to decide what that was) dazai did tell chuuya that he was leaving the port mafia. and yes chuuya did punch him and he also told dazai that he cant come with him and refused to explain further. for that, he had to let dazai tickle him because i REFUSE to believe dazai left like that he cant he is better that this

i think? ok hope you liked it bye bye muah

#soukoku #dazai x chuuya #dazai osamu #chuuya nakara #bungou stray dogs #fanfiction #bsd fanfic #my AO3

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I think I lost my mind...

Summary: ((Couldn’t think of a summary, sorry about that.))

Rating: T

Tags: body horror, maybe??

The fire monster was reconsidering his life choices so far as he stood in front of the body less, grinning idiot that was Gaster’s skull. Why did he thought Gaster was in actual trouble when he sent a Whimsun to call for help? Rushing through the market, trying not to bump or shove the other monsters and human, he made his way to the tower where the labs were. Opening the door loudly, he called for his friend only to be greeted by a surprise jump scare from one of the cabinets.

“Hahaha! You should’ve seen your flame, firefly! It went all WHOOSH! It was amazing- hey! No, wait! Don’t go! I do need help!” Gaster said, calling back to Grillby who was already halfway out of the room. Managing to teleport his head into a nearby table, he kept talking. “Um… as you can see… well, I seemed to have lost my body…”

“How... do you lose your body?” The fire monster said exasperated, not daring to hold his friend’s skull. “How CAN you lose your body, Wing Dings? Of all the things…”

“It… um… I don’t know.” he answered, looking to the side pensive. “When I woke up I was already like this…”

“So someone pranked YOU… huh, justice does exist in this world.” The flame chuckled.

“How mean, Grillby. Here I am reduced to just a skull, and you can’t find it in your soul to even pity my situation.” Gaster faked sobbed. By the time he realized, Grillby was walking out of the room. “HEY!!” in a fit of panic, he teleported in front of the fire monster, only to almost fall down if it hadn’t been for Grillby catching him on time. He forgot he was just a skull and was glad for his friend’s reflexes. “Nice save…”

“I should’ve just let you fall… for that thing you pull back there...”

“Grillby, this is serious! I- I really don’t know where my body is… if you can’t help me I could ask Cambria but... she’s been so busy lately…” the skull looked downright pitiful as the edges of his eye sockets started to wet from tears.

Holding Gaster a bit too carefully for someone who was annoyed, remembering that yes, the doctor was somewhat a nuisance most of the time and could get downright irritable with his jokes and pranks but none were mean spirited or with bad intentions. Most happened when Grillby was in a bad mood to “lighten him up” or just the moment was appropriate like a few minutes ago. Grillby sighted. Annoying as he was, -at least for Grillby, - Gaster considered him a friend and what kind of friend he would be if he left the doctor in a bind like this. He did looked shaken, who wouldn’t be?

Getting back in the room, he set Gaster on the nearest table again. “Okay… okay… I’ll help you out. Do you remember… what you were doing… before you fell asleep?”

“I was here reading my notes, just comparing the results from yesterday’s training regimen when I got too tired and said: I think I’ll take a small break, and then I fell asleep.” he said, his face ten times more expressive.

“So basically, no leads…” Grillby’s shoulders dropped.

“Sorry…”

“Don’t need to apologize.” considering him for a moment, he lifting him up. “Can’t you sense your body… or something?”

“I can only use a small fraction of my magic. If what I had lost an arm or leg, I could easily find it but since I’m literally missing most of myself, I can’t access my magic. If I was a short distance from my body I might be able to even move it…”

“So… do we… ask around? Walk around the castle and town... see if you can pick any sign of your body?”

“Seems like the most reasonable solution.” Gaster answered defeated, noticing that his friend seemed to be looking for something. “Something wrong?”

“I’m not carrying you all the way…” he spotted a bag on one of the opened cabinets.

“Don’t you dare, firefly.” Gaster warned.

Turns out, keeping Gaster’s skull inside a bag was far more irritating than just carrying him around in his hands.

Walking around the castle grounds, everyone they passed by looked at them with odd expressions; some laughed, some got scared or worried. Some of them commented with hushed tones about how it suited the skeleton monster that look better. Those reached Grillby’s ears and was not pleased by it. Whenever someone laughed or murmur, he glared at them, most not really wanting to pick a fight with an elemental. A fire elemental to be more precise. Some knew of how temperamental his kind was; of how easy it was to make them mad.

“How about you wear me as a helmet and really give them something to be truly afraid of?” Gaster said in his hands.

“Huh?”

“I can’t really see your face right now but you’re hands feel hotter under these gloves you’re using. They need to be cleaned, though…” he said, moving a bit in Grillby’s grip.

“You can tell…” Grillby asked a bit surprised.

“For me to learn, I observe. I analyze. We spent a lot of time together so of course I can tell you're upset. What kind of friend would I be if I couldn’t?”

Grillby stopped in the middle of the hallway. Brushing a thumb on the skull’s jaw, he couldn’t help but smile, besides himself. He was just glad Gaster was incapable of watching.

“Your welcome, Grillby!” he said, happily bouncing on Grillby’s hands. “Your hands got warm.” both laughed, wiping away the heavy atmosphere they had.

After a while of walking, the fire monster became silent again. “... maybe… you could find your body… if you have another one…” that had confused Gaster, asking to explain further. “I could wear your skull… like a helmet. Maybe my magic can help you… since passing my magic to you through my hands… isn’t working at all.”

“That… might work, yeah!” Gaster laughed.

Leveling Gaster’s head to his own, Grillby paused for a few seconds, figuring how he was supposed to put his friend’s skull -who tried a few times to persuade him if he wasn’t sure. Closing his eyes, he let the fire in his head absorb Gaster’s skull without hurting him.

Opening his eyes, their eyes, he could see normally but it bothered him how the edges around his eyes were covered in darkness. “Gah! Whoa…. it- it feels so weird!” Gaster said through Grillby’s fire. “Are you alright? Does it hurt?”

“... just hurry up… i’m fine...” he said, his voice disembodied from how he used to sound.

“Okay, okay.” Gaster closed his eyes, effectively clouding Grillby’s view. “Oh! Oh hoho! Grillby you’re a genious! I can feel my body!”

“Great… you know where it is...” Grillby asked, trying to not push the strange limb from his being. It was such a hard task especially considering how cold Gaster really was. He never had really experience a drop in temperature that wasn’t caused by himself when reducing the heat he produced. Not even in winter did he felt that cold. Gaster was many, many degrees lower than himself, making his body compensate for the change in temperature. There was something tingling on his fire and he didn’t really knew what it was.

“Yes! But it’s weird… why would it be there-” he didn’t get a chance to finish before he was pushed forcefully out of Grillby’s fire. Rocketing backwards, he teleported somewhere safer out of instinct, slamming on Grillby’s chest who almost didn’t had the chance to react. “HEY! What was that?! Did you- did you sneezed?!”

Making a hissing sound that almost sounded like a sniffle, Grillby shivered. “Probably? I don’t know… I’ve never sneezed before…”

“Oh stars… Let’s get my body so I can check you to see if maybe this was a bad idea.”

“Where is it?” Grillby sniffled again.

“In mine and Cambria’s room…”

Grillby almost let Gaster fall.

On their way to his room, they had the bad luck of stumbling into Cambria, who was actually just coming out of a mess hall. Grillby had to dodge her as he was running a bit too fast to stop so suddenly, that he almost tripped with her. Somehow, the Captain managed to maneuver him to a standing position, without looking away from Gaster’s skull.

“WHY IS MY HUSBAND JUST A SKULL?” She asked, crossing her arms.

“Well, you see, dear-”

“It’s not much of a difference, if you ask me…” Grillby said, drumming his thumbs on the skull’s jaw.

“Hey!”

“TRUE.”

“Cambria?!”

“WELL? I’M WAITING FOR AN EXPLANATION.” She said, shifting her weight to one leg. Grillby didn’t want to talk, so it fell onto the resident chatter box to narrate the story. “YOU LOST YOUR BODY? i mean… AT THIS POINT I BELIEVE IT, DON’T KNOW WHY I’M SO SURPRISED.” she shrugged.

“It seems it might be on your room.”

“OUR ROOM? HOW DO YOU KNOW?” There was an awkward silence that run between them for a couple of seconds. “THAT’S… NOT IMPORTANT THEN. COME ON! I’LL HELP YOU OUT!”

“Really?!” Grillby saw stars on his friend’s eyes.

“YES! I WANT TO MAKE SURE. I DON’T WANT TO HAVE’TA CARRY YOU AROUND EVERYWHERE! WOULD LOOK COOL HAVING AN EXTRA SKULL ON A SHOULDER PAD OR HANGING FROM MY BELT, BUT I RATHER NOT HAVE TO BE AFRAID OF LOSING YOU SOMEWHERE.” she said, rubbing her chin thoughtful.

“You could keep me in your inventory.” Gaster laughed, amused by that.

“HAH! NO.” she deadpanned with a big smile on her face.

As they got closer to their room, Gaster could start feeling his body faintly at first. Hurrying in, he looked around, trying to spot where it might be. “In… in the closet??”

“Why would your body be in the- oh! I get it… why am I sure that this… is just another prank of yours?” Grillby set his friend on the bed.

“Why would I put my body in the closet?!”

“I don’t know. You’re weird like that.” he took a few steps towards the closet. Looking at Cambria, he noticed she was still standing by the door. It hadn’t been that long he met the Captain and didn’t know her that much, but he was sure there was something strange in her eyes.

As he was about to pull the closet door, he stopped. “You were the one… who placed his body in here, right? Captain?”

“WHY? BECAUSE IT’S MY ROOM AS WELL?” she said offended, but the glint in her eyes didn’t go away. Grillby only lifted an eyebrow making her burst in laughter. “PFFF! GAHAHAHA! OF COURSE IT WAS ME! WHO ELSE WOULD’VE DARE DO SUCH A THING?”

“Wait- but why?? How?!” Gaster said, more intrigued than actually offended. “You have to cross the training grounds and mess hall to get here. How you do that?”

“A LADY NEVER REVEALS HER SECRETS!” she said proudly, standing akimbo as she laughed. “AND AS TO WHY, WELL. DO YOU REMEMBER THOSE TIMES YOU STARTED HIDING MY STUFF FROM TIME TO TIME OUT OF LITTLE, INNOCENT FUN?” Gaster froze as she walked towards the bed. “WHAT DID YOU START WITH? ONE OF MY BOOTS, NO?”

“M-m-maybe?”

“THEN IT WAS A SHOULDER PAD. THEN A GLOVE. MY SWORD.” she remembered, lifting his head to face level. “DIDN’T YOU ALSO HID ONE OF MY HANDS, LOVE?”

“Did I? I d-don’t remember...”

“BUT DO YOU REMEMBER I TOLD YOU, ONE DAY I WOULD REPAY YOU BACK IN FULL?”

“Did you? Heh…”

“YUP. NOW. WE’RE EVEN.” she said, booping him on the noise. She turned her eyes on Grillby, who was leaning on the closet watching the strange couple from a safe distance. “sorry for dragging you into this, grillby.” she said in a lower, more apologetic voice than the menacing one from before.

“It’s okay.” he sniffled again. “I’m just glad… I don’t get to carry him anymore.” he said with no reproach on his voice.

“HAHA! GOOD! NOW, I THINK I HAD MY FUN FOR TODAY.” Cambria said, still holding Gaster’s head as she went to open the closet door. Instantly, a body fell down from it, twitching a bit as the magic connecting it to the head grew stronger again. “WELL, THERE YOU ARE, LOVE!”

Grillby was really, REALLY, considering his life choices again.

“Sigh… good thing you love me, Cam… if this is how you threat me, I don’t want to know what you’d do if you’d hated me.” Gaster said as his body stood up itself, dusting his robe and pants.

“PRETTY MUCH THE SAME.” she laughed, handing the head back to it’s rightful owner.

At the moment Gaster was about to place his head back, Grillby decided to leave the room before he had to see his friend reattaching himself. That of course, didn’t stop him from listening to him popping and cracking the bone in place. He waited for them outside, feeling like he had intruded into their private space long enough.

“Ah! Much better. But really? How did you moved my body up here?” he heard Gaster ask, followed by a soft chuckle he rarely heard from Cambria.

“don’t lose your head thinking about it, love.”

And with that, Grillby was off, too tired to stand any more skeletons and their ridiculous antics.

#asktheasterfamily #fanfic #undertale #backstory #body horror #oc #gaster #grillby #cambria

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