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starglow-xx · 3 years

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hello! may i request headcanons for chuuya having a crush on someone who's dense? like he could ask them out in the most straightforward way possible and it would still go over their head?

yes, yes of course you may!

sorry this took so long! my computer was out of commission for abt a week (or two..??)

but this is also my birthday writing piece for chuuya!! (4/29/21) i even added a small drabble thingy in addition to the hcs for the occasion hehe

from where i am, it is about fifteen minutes past midnight so it’s officially chuuya day here!!

happy birthday chuuya i love you! you deserve the whole world and everyone is willing to fight tooth and nail to ensure your happiness! we love you! 💗💗

anyways, i hope you all enjoy this! i kinda had some writer’s block but it was still a lot of fun to write! there might be some mistakes, but i’ll scan over it again later. reader is gender neutral! have fun!

chuuya having a crush on a dense! reader

nakahara chuuya x gn! reader

im cackling somebody help him

he’s frustrated bc you can’t take a hint or a thousand but he can’t even be mad bc he’s whipped

“look at you all dressed up today, wanna go out later? my treat?”

“oh really? thanks chuuya-san! you’re such a nice friend. i’ll go invite the others right now, i’ll see you later!”

“...”

fast forward to later in the evening and he finds himself at a little restaurant with the black lizard + higuchi and akutagawa

sigh

in unison all of them go, “thank you for the meal chuuya-san!” (except aku and hirotsu are quieter & and gin just a nods hehe)

“no problem” (ꐦ ´͈ ᗨ `͈ )

gin only pats him on the back in sympathy

he spends a lot of time trying to think of ways to make it absolutely and undeniably clear that he has feelings for you

he always fails

“(y/n) i like you”

“i like you too chuuya-san”

“really?”

“mhm”

“t-then will you—”

“you’re a really great friend! and superior too”

“...nevermind”

“oh were you saying something?”

“nah, just forget about it”

tachihara is laughing in the corner of the corridor

dont worry, chuuya made sure to get back at him

chuuya’s been pinning after you for years and frankly, his failed attempts to woo you has lead everyone to the breaking point

and i mean everyone

yes, even aku

hell even dazai

but dazai also thinks it’s funny, so he doesn’t mind all that much

okay bye bye dazai-san this headcanon set isn’t abt you rn

PLEASE EVERYONE FEELS SO BAD FOR HIM

they knew even if he kissed you, you still might not get it

so they decided to help him

super secret mission get chuuya and (y/n) together is a go!

they’re still working on a proper mission name, don’t mind them

they had a super secret strategy meeting!

you can bet your ass that they nearly got nothing done

akutagawa & kaiji weren’t much help, neither was higuchi, mori, or elise

tachihara nearly got killed for a thoughtless comment

“just tell them chuuya-san!”

“i already fucking did you ass!”

gin, hirotsu, and kouyou were the most helpful !!

hirotsu and kouyou both agreed on the idea that chuuya should try courting with bouquets of flowers instead of flat out asking you bc they knew you found them pretty

(even if you don’t identify as a female, flowers are for everyone no matter gender or sexuality! so let’s normalize giving flowers to everyone <33 )

gin didn’t speak but she used cards to communicate

everyone knew that you weren’t stupid (you wouldn’t have survived in the mafia if you were) but they did know that you were only stupid when it came to all this lovey dovey stuff

i mean, if chuuya gave you flowers every so often, there’s no way that you wouldn’t piece it together at some point

right...??

but kouyou assured him that even though you wouldn’t get it right away, you’d appreciate the gestures and that he’ll stand out more

she even said that if someone gave her flowers, she would appreciate it, whether or not she reciprocated their feelings

it takes guts to be so up front with your feelings after all

gin and hirotsu only nodded with her explanation

once again, this only provoked a reaction out of tachihara

“what do you know gin? i get the old man and kouyou-san, they’re grown, but you? what do you know abt courting? or flowers? what are you a girl?”

akutagawa choked on his cough, higuchi on air, and on the other side of yokohoma at the ada, dazai is cackling

yes, dazai somehow placed a listening device onto chuuya’s hat and was listening in

don’t ask how, it’s dazai

“DAZAI GET YOUR BANDAGED ASS OFF THE COUCH AND STOP LAUGHING”

anyways

the next day, chuuya did what was barely discussed and for once, things actually started to look up

until they started look to down again

at first, it actually looked like you understood his intentions after he gave you a bouquet of flowers

literally everyone was leaning against the opposite hallway you two were in and then they got excited !!

especially chuuya !

but then your expression sort of changed...??

and then in their heads they simultaneously went, “oh no”

they knew that expression

it was very familiar when you tended to friend zone chuuya

but boy let me tell you what you said next made them facepalm and or make their jaws drop

“ah, so you really are friend zoning me huh chuuya-san; what a shame, i really did like you”

LEMME TELL YOU WHEN I SAY THAT CHUUYA WAS DISTRESSED I MEAN HE WAS DISTRESSED

you liked him??

him of all people??

he wasn’t complaining, no of course not, but he still couldn’t believe it

but that wasn’t what he was really focusing on right now

what in any form or language did it say he was friend zoning you?!

flower language apparently

chuuya chose to buy the bouquet of yellow roses, pink carnations, and yellow carnations bc he thought you would appreciate the brighter colors, and so that you’d remember them better (because remembering them, meant remembering him)

but ooh boy

altogether, they meant the exact opposite message he wanted to send

someone help him pls

“you see chuuya-san, yellow roses mean friendship, pink carnations mean gratitude, and yellow carnations mean rejection; sooo in a nutshell, these pretty much say ‘thank you for being my friend, but im rejecting you”

no one can tell if tachihara is crying or wheezing

and dazai is having the time of his life

yes, he started listening in on him again

and chuuya is just stunned

like speechless and unmoving stunned

is he just bad at this whole courting/dating thing?? it’s only been one day and of it and somehow he was the one doing the rejecting??

“thank you for the flowers chuuya-san, i’ll be going now; i’ll make sure to let this affect our friendship. i’ll see you tomorrow!”

you passed by the not so subtle group of people

“tachihara-kun..?? are you alright?”

just for context, he was leaning his forehead against the wall using his forearm

again, it was hard to tell whether he was crying or wheezing

“i-im okay (y/n)-san...i think c-chuuya-san has it worse than me”

“...okay..?”

BACK TO CHUUYA

he’s still frozen poor baby

but it’s okay bc after like 5 more seconds he’s chasing you down the hallway you were walking in

kouyou, with a knowing smile on her face, ushers everyone away towards the opposite direction

she received some whines (ahem, tachihara and mori) but silenced them by summoning golden demon

but it’s okay

if they run fast enough, they can see what happens through the security cameras

chuuya caught up with you and tried to explain everything but he was exhausted

emotionally, physically (bc since when did you walk that fast??), and generally just tired with the whole situation

he just wanted to call you his; was that too much to ask??

as explosive as he can be, he can be calm and collected too

and he really did try to be that way as he talked with you but it was very difficult at the moment

the dumbfounded and confused look on your face his face twitch with annoyance and his heart started beating faster bc god you were cute

BUT THATS BESIDES THE POINT RIGHT NOW

thank goodness after what seemed like years, you finally somewhat understood what happened

you didn’t understand completely but it was something

The two of you stood in the middle of the unusually empty hallway facing each other, you with the bouquet still in hand. It was quiet as you and Chuuya assessed the situation.

You looked at him skeptically and he stared right back you with his gorgeous blue eyes.

“...So you do like me Chuuya-san??”

“Yes”

“And you were trying to court me just now, not friend zone me??”

“Yes”

You got most of your questions out of the way, but there was something that you’ve been wondering about for quite a while.

“...So you’re not gay for Dazai-san??”

“Yes, im not wait—GAY FOR DAZAI?? THAT MACKEREL??”

Chuuya did a double take. What in heavens name made it seem like he liked that suicidal maniac?? Why would he choose him if he had you?

Like he would choose him anyways; or ever consider him as a possible romantic partner.

“Oh, so you are?”

“NO! I SAID I LIKED YOU DIDN’T I?”

“Well yeah, but I thought you liked Dazai-san too. As annoying as he is, he can be quite charming—”

He was out of patience at this point (nope definitely not because you were talking about Dazai who told you that?) and just decided to kiss you.

You immediately melted into the kiss and kissed him back with the same amount of love and feeling.

Letting the bouquet fall to the ground, you wrapped you arms around his neck and his put his on your lower back and brought you closer to him. After a few more moments, the two of you broke apart for air.

The two of you, slightly out of breath, leaned your foreheads against each other and just basked in each others presence.

Chuuya looked into your (e/c) eyes and asked you just a little bit above a whisper, “Now do you get my intentions and feeling?”

You blinked at him before breaking out into a grin, “Hmm I’m not sure; do you wanna do that again Chuuya?”

The red head only blinked back at you before rolling his eyes, a smile present on his handsome features, his heart fluttering at you using his name with the honorific.

“Dumbass”

Smiling cheekily at him, you pressed a kiss on his cheek and started dragging him towards the lobby to take a walk around the building perimeter, knowing that the two of you can’t be too far from work.

The way down to the lobby was mostly in comfortable silence until you said something that made Chuuya want to bash his head against the wall.

“You know, you could’ve just told me you liked me Chuuya. It’s not like I would’ve said no.”

Once again, as the rest of the more power mafia members watch from security cameras, it is hard to tell whether Tachihara is crying or wheezing of laughter.

omake !!

The two of you just started making your way around the building when suddenly a very familiar voice came from Chuuya’s prized hat.

“Chuuyaaaa!! It was about time you stopped being a chicken, Chibi!”

Removing his hat from his head, he started yelling at it not knowing exactly where the listening device was planted.

“TEME! HOW DID YOU—”

“And (y/n)! I would congratulate you, but I think I would rather offer you my condolences. Why him?! He’s just a slimy slug. OOH OOH how would you like to join me in a double suicide?! A shame it won’t be a lover’s suicide but it’ll annoy Chuuya so I think it’ll be worth it! ”

“YOU—”

“And please don’t kiss while I’m listening in. You made me lose my appetite! And it was such a shame! I was eating crab using Kunikida-kun’s money! Do you know what you’ve cost me?!”

“DAZAI YOU PIECE OF—”

“Ah! Kunikida-kun is here! I have to go!”

You can hear something is the background that vaguely sounds like, “DAZAI YOU WASTE OF BANDAGES STOP USING MY MONEY”

“DAZAI DON’T YOU DARE LEAVE IM NOT DONE WITH—”

*Click!*

The click sound from the hat revealed that Dazai disconnected.

Chuuya twitched and glared furiously at his signature hat hating that the voice he hated the most came out of it.

“Aww, I didn’t get to talk to Dazai-san”

Chuuya whipped his head towards you, a look of mock (or real) betrayal showing on his features.

You laughed at him before taking the hat out of his hands and placing it on his head.

He shyly looked away before muttering a thanks making you smile wider. Just as the two of you were about to start walking, a small explosion erupted from his hat; it was likely that Dazai made the listening device self destruct.

“DAZAI YOU BASTARDD”

At the Armed Detective Agency, a certain suicidal maniac hid from the wrath of his current partner as he thought about the wrath his old one.

“Hmmm I wonder if Chuuya would finally stop wearing his ugly hats if I blow all of them up...”

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xo-cuteplosion-xo · 3 years

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Hi hi again can i get scenario where dazai has a calm and polite s/o and they bump into chuuya, when chuuya finds out that they are his s/o he asks them why do they like him. s/o talks about he's so good to her and everything about dazai without knowing that dazai was listening the whole time and u know just some fluff please :)) thank you

Honey |Dazai x Calm/polite Reader|

Today’s sunset was extraordinarily beautiful. Maybe, it was the nice moment that you and your boyfriend were finally spending. The past weeks had been built with stressful turns and boorish circles. Tonight marked the end of such things. The red of the sunset fading as you step into the bar. It was normal for you to arrive early but for Dazai to get there moments before the clock turned to mark him late. Hanging your jacket up you walked over to the bar. Taking a seat you ordered the usual two drinks for you and Dazai. Thinking about it now this was a weird place for a date, though on another hand it wasn’t. He does often find himself at bars while you're off doing things. It’s a habit of his, but usually, it’s the Lupin he recommends. You had never been here before.

Deciding to down a drink or two while you waited, you struck a conversation up with the person working tonight's shift. You were always quite polite, if they asked you to shut up you would have. They never said such things though. How could they when you smiled so polite, flashing a brightness to their day. You even politely held yourself. The chime of the door opening caused you to politely bow your head before looking over to see who it was. Expecting it to be Dazai who was already just over a minute late you were shocked to see a different male. Without sighing or showing anything but a calm polite expression, you turned and faced back to the bar to further the conversation.

Asking for another drink you smiled sweetly, taking small sips as to not chug the drink. Looking at the clock you became slightly worried, it wasn’t unknown Dazai tended to be late to such meetings, but it was abnormal for him to be late to one of your dates. Especially since there is hardly ever time to spend much alone time together. “Waiting on somebody?” the ginger beside you asked as he ordered a glass of wine. Swishing it in his hand you made the connection.

Politely you nodded your head. Despite how you disapproved of the mafia executive you never showed anything but a clam polite expression. “I am, is there a reason a mafioso like yourself is interested?” you looked to him, keeping the polite tone to your voice.

Chuuya merely shrugged, leaning back to swallow his glass in one go. “Didn’t think you drank.” he shrugged, watching you shrug and turn back to your drink. Taking another sip you shivered already feeling light in the head.

Deciding to give the small male a reply, you set the glass back down, letting the ice clink lightly against the glass in the silence. “Well, I don’t normally drink, but dates do tend to wind up in quick places like this.” shrugging once again you lifted the glass to your lips again.

Chuuya may be a ball of fire ready to explode at any given moment, but he wasn’t an idiot, not a big one at least. It was a given that based on being here your date had to be somebody who didn’t mind places located in the middle of conflicts. Neither mafia territory nor safe, this bar was one of many who served cops, gangs, mafioso's, and even detectives. It had no obligation, so spilling information was never a problem. The only thing silencing them from spilling anything they heard, would be fear. If he had to make a wild guess, it would be somebody you worked close to, somebody with enough risk to end up in a place like this. Nearly spitting the drops of wine in his mouth from his lips, he swallowed coughing lightly. “Don’t tell me, somebody like you, a huge pushover, with Dazai?”

Turning to him, you tilted your head before shaking it lightly with disapproval. “First, it would be appreciated if you could be a bit polite. I’m not a pushover. I'm simply collected and know how to act respectfully, even to those who I don't agree with, such as you.” you paused to finish your glass and ask for another refill. Time had passed quickly, and you noticed Dazai was now four minutes late. “Second, Dazai and I are none of your business, Mr. Nakahara-san.”

It bothered him how weirdly respectful you were. Since everybody called him Chuuya, it was weird that he could never get you to use the first name. No matter how many times he screamed at you to just call him Chuuya. “Why do you even like him? He’s a suicidal maniac with no sense of loyalty.”

Sighing you looked to the ceiling, taking yet another sip of the drink you’d ordered. “Why? That’s easy, he’s cold at first but underneath he’s kind. He’s closed off but if you can break into the shell there is so much there. He’s good-looking, strong, protective. He knows how to respect boundaries. He’s actually rather loyal when he wants to be. He goes to great lengths to protect the ones he cares about. His jokes can be cringe and dark, but they make me smile. Then, the suicidal part, he’s genuinely depressed, but it’s alright because I’m there for him now. He’s there for me when I break down, so I support him on bad days. He’s an amazing person once you get past all the walls.” there was a slight blush to your cheeks as you spoke.

Despite having so many more praises to say, hands hung over your shoulders. A pair of lips reaching to your ear. “Do say more~” it wasn’t meant to be seductive, more, a playful tease.

Turning red you turned to face the brunette you had been talking on and on about. His glimmering eyes looking to yours as he stood up straight. Chuuya was up and gone in moments. “I don’t have the energy to deal with you today.” Dazai didn’t pay him any mind. Taking the seat next to you with a smile.

“Sorry for being so late! I got held back at the office. Stupid Kunikida and his determination to get me to file reports.” pouting as he took a sip of the drink laid before him, you snickered. Moving to mess with his hair you moved past the initial embarrassment.

“Maybe if you did some of it, he'd be less grumpy all the time! A-also, how long were you there?” you mumbled, once more becoming embarrassed as you thought about him overheating all the things you said about him.

One of his deadly, overconfident, and almost sadistic smirks crossed his lips. “I was there the entire time~” he purred, leaning to kiss your cheek with his lips.

Huffing in embarrassment it was your turn to pout. “You could have come up to me and said hi when you walked in.”

He merely snickered, messing your hair up as he shrugged. “But it was so entertaining and heart-warming to hear you say such nice things about me!” he’d never say it, but his heart had paced a million miles and his cheeks had become roses themselves. He’d never received compliments or praise like that before.

The two of you spent the rest of the night exchanging laughs and pestering one another. Embarrassing the other in any given chance before leaving the bar to spend some cuddles and quality time together at your apartment.

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izanyas · 5 years

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I’d Love to Go Drowning

Written for Soukoku Week 2019, day 1: “Baby, then it’s only you can pull me from the waves.”

Enjoy this mysterious surprise AU fic!

Rating: T Words: 6,700 Warnings: guns, needles, suggestive innuendos.

I'd Love to Go Drowning

The cruise ship Atsushi brings them to is a delight.

Sleek metallic grey finish, indoor and outdoor pools on two different decks, row upon row of maze-like corridors opening to luxury suites. Dazai enters one of them on the highest of the decks, where the priciest rooms should be located; the bed is easily twice as big as the one in the beach hotel he slept in the night before, and the size of the jacuzzi in the en suite makes him whistle appreciatively.

"Do we have time for this?" Atsushi asks helplessly when Dazai opens one of the taps. The water is immediately at the right temperature when it comes out. Clear as crystal. The sound it produces when it hits porcelain is nothing short of heavenly.

"Maybe," Dazai replies. "If we're quick enough. You should enjoy this more, Atsushi-kun—it's all thanks to you that we're here after all."

"I feel bad for leaving Kunikida-san alone…"

Dazai plays with the water for a moment longer—sliding his fingers under it to feel the very texture and heat of it, running a nail against the silvery shine of the faucet. It's gaudy, but in a good way. He has seen his fair share of absurd luxury these past few years, and thought for a long time that nothing could surprise him anymore, but this…

Atsushi truly is a wonder.

"Don't worry about Kunikida," he says, turning off the tap. Atsushi grimaces at him when he rises from the side of the tub, which makes him smile. "He's a jack-of-all-trades, master of all," he teases. "He'll be fine."

"We still shouldn't waste time," Atsushi mumbles.

"You are, of course, entirely right."

They exit the suite one after the other, Atsushi following behind Dazai with his back bowed slightly forward, as if he fears that any moment he should be scolded. No one is going to scold him here, but Dazai elects not to say it out loud. Better for Atsushi to realize this for himself than hear it from him, and then take it as reason not to believe any of it.

Kunikida is downstairs with their mark still, making conversation with all the airs of a university professor delivering a lecture. Or at least, he was when they left him to it. He did not bother to berate them for leaving, not in front of the woman they have taken as a target, but the twitch of his left eyelid had said it all.

It is another flight of stairs before they reach the highest of the ship. Shadows loom behind the stained glass of the engine control room located there, and Atsushi bows a little more, looking ready to crawl his way past it, even though there is no door for those shadows to come out of. Dazai pats his back with a smile and directs him to the office a little further ahead.

"How do we get in?" Atsushi whispers at him.

"Check your pockets."

Atsushi does, and inhales in surprise when his fingers come out holding a white keycard. "When did it get here?" he says, staring at it in half-fear and half-wonder.

"Ah, the mysteries of the job," Dazai replies lightly.

"You put it there, didn't you."

"Now, don't go accusing me like this, Atsushi-kun. One would think me a criminal."

He did slide the card into Atsushi's pocket, though.

Atsushi shakes his head defeatedly and swipes it against the digital reader of the lock. The green LED blinks at them; the room opens with a click.

Behind it is a lavish office come straight out of crime drama. A carpet at least as thick as Atsushi's wrist spreads lushly over the floor. Above it sits a polished Louis XV desk complete with gold leaf finish, each of its four drawers locked, the papers on it sorted neatly. A black Montblanc fountain pen rests next to a leather writing pad—it shines greenly in the setting sunlight pouring in from the window.

"Very nice," Dazai can't help but say, stroking the spines of old and dusty books lined on wooden shelves around the room.

He sees Atsushi blush from the corner of his eyes.

They pull in the heaviest of the bookshelves together, freeing the wall behind it where the steel safe is ensconced. Dust rises with their movements; Dazai almost feels the need to sneeze.

"You know the code, don't you," he tells Atsushi.

Atsushi frowns at him. "How would I know the…"

But Dazai can see the confusion leave him before he can even finish his sentence. The, "Oh," of excitement he lets out then warms him.

He has so missed having a student. And Atsushi is much more eager for his teachings than the rueful Akutagawa ever was.

Dazai chases thoughts of Akutagawa from his mind quickly; this is no place to be having them.

"Take your time," he says, leaning against the bookshelf. The smile etched on his lips feels a little less solid now. "The weather still looks good."

Atsushi has the safe open within a single try—his memory is excellent as well. He is quick to recover the taupe folder hidden inside and open it atop the desk, where daylight will make reading it easier. He stays like this for a minute or two whilst Dazai examines the sheer detail of the office around him. He can smell the wood that Atsushi leans against, as well as the slight stuffiness that permeates the air. The windows are thick here, after all, to parry the strength of ocean storms. They do not open easily for ventilation.

Atsushi tries to hand him the files once he is done reading them, but Dazai shakes his head. "I trust you," he says. Atsushi's flush at this is immensely gratifying. "No need for me to double-check."

"I remember you telling me not to trust anyone, not even my own self," Atsushi replies blithely.

"And therefore you should not have trusted my words."

Atsushi must be starting to suspect that Dazai is full of mostly hot air. Still, he nods with only slight exasperation, and puts the folder back within the safe all by himself. A minute later they have locked it again and put the bookshelf back where it belongs, and the garish room and ancient-looking desk vanish behind the electronic door.

"So what do we do now?" Atsushi asks as they walk down the stairs to the first deck where Kunikida is. "Just wait?"

"You have this whole place as your playground, and you want to just wait?" Dazai replies. "Come now, don't be silly. Go have a swim in the pool, enjoy yourself. We've got some time left before we need to make a run for it."

"I don't really like swimming so much, though…"

Their conversation comes to a stop once they reach the restaurant. Although daylight is still high outside, every suspended lamp has been lit, and a golden glow bathes the wide room. Voices come to Dazai from all around the place: shards of words and indistinct phrases running one after the other, carpeting the dining room, softening the sound of waves outside. He can barely feel the swell of the ocean under his feet—up and down and sideways.

Then he looks over at the bar, at the glinting bottles lined behind a mustached man making conversation with two women, and stops walking.

Atsushi nearly walks into him. "Dazai-san?" he asks plaintively.

Oh no, Dazai thinks.

The delight within him now is of a completely different kind. It thrums through him from neck to toes and pools heatedly in his belly, knocking out his breath as blue eyes meet his across a mile of guests in dark suits and brightly-colored gowns.

It's terrible, truly, and Kunikida will have his hide for it, but Oh no is all the regret Dazai can bring himself to feel. He makes his way through the waves of guests as if wading through a current, almost swimming himself. Emerging from behind them feels like a breath of air after crossing the length of an olympic pool head-down.

Dazai reaches the bar. He places a hand upon it, the skin of it turned translucent by the light shining up through white stone. The man before him takes another sip of his glass, stains his lips black-red with wine. He doesn't say anything.

Finally, when he can't bear it anymore—when he's had his fill of looking him up and down and feeling his mouth dry—Dazai asks, "What are you doing here?"

"I think you know," comes the even reply. "You fucking idiot."

His voice alone is dizzying. Dazai closes his eyes to it, braced against the counter and feeling like he needs it to stay upright, like those words out of that mouth will be enough to make him fall.

"This is a surprise," he says.

He knows his own words are breezy. He knows Atsushi has joined them now, is looking between the both of them in curiosity, will hear just how raw he sounds with excitement.

He opens his eyes again. "Hello, then," he offers.

"Hello," Chuuya replies. Wolf-like and rough, his lips stained with the wine, his neck framed so lovingly by the harsh cut of his suit that it is mouth-watering. "You're a right mess, aren't you."

Dazai laughs.

Atsushi makes a faint and confused noise when Dazai sits on the free stool next to Chuuya. He moves accordingly, placing himself by Dazai's other side—behind his back—like an adorable duckling. Dazai would worry more about his lack of confidence if he weren't busy absolutely drowning in Chuuya's eyes.

"Dazai-san…?"

"We've got some time," Dazai cuts in, never looking away from Chuuya. Chuuya isn't looking away either, though he seems much calmer about it than Dazai himself could hope to be right now. "Sit down, Atsushi-kun."

Chuuya takes another sip of his wine as Atsushi shuffles to his own stool. Outside the light darkens, as clouds pass before the sun and spread quickly over the sky. The lighting changes; Chuuya's drink turns as black as night, and shadows wash over his face, sculpting deeper into every angle.

"Where's my hat?" Chuuya says conversationally.

"I wouldn't know," Dazai replies, still drinking in the sight of him. "I have to say, however, that you look much nicer without it."

"Bastard."

It makes him want to laugh again. It makes the glee in him swell until he thinks his own smile will become fixed on his lips forever.

He makes a gesture toward the bartender, asks for whiskey in so rough a voice that his throat aches with the word alone. Even this brief interaction isn't enough to pull his eyes away for more than a second, especially not when Chuuya says, "I wouldn't recommend the bar."

"Oh no?" Dazai replies.

"Wine tastes like crap." Chuuya shakes his glass at him empathetically. "This is the third brand I try, and I may as well be drinking vinegar. What kind of shit place is this?"

"Ah, Atsushi-kun was in charge of finding the location."

Chuuya leans forward and around Dazai—Dazai can't help but breathe in the scent of him, so achingly familiar, as he does—and stares at Atsushi.

Atsushi has turned crimson. "I'm not twenty yet," he explains, miserable. "I can't drink alcohol."

His eyes fly between Chuuya and Dazai in confusion, though Dazai knows he will not dare say anything without knowing what is going on first.

What an excellent apprentice.

"Do you pick them straight out of kindergarten now?" Chuuya asks Dazai, pulling back to his seat entirely.

"Akutagawa was younger than him when he started," Dazai retorts. "You and I were even younger."

"Right, because things went for all of us. At least tell me Kunikida's here to make sure this ship doesn't hit an iceberg."

As if on cue, the boat rocks a little more powerfully than before. Liquid sways within glasses and flutes; people lean opposite to the dip of the sea in order to keep their balance. No conversation stops for the disturbance except for theirs.

Outside, the sky is grey. Thick clouds soaked with water prepare themselves to burst open on them.

"Atsushi-kun is very, very good," Dazai says once the boat has stabilized. "But yes, Kunikida is here. If you're lucky you'll get to say hi."

"How he can handle you without me around, I'll never know," Chuuya replies. His voice is not so light now.

Behind Dazai, Atsushi has fallen silent and still.

Dazai's whiskey is brought before him. The color and gleam of it is not quite lifelike to the expensive brands that should be sold here, and he doesn't drink from it, but his fingers wrap round the glass anyway. Chuuya's hand finds the foot of his wineglass much the same.

"How long has it been?" he asks Dazai softly.

"Two years," Dazai replies.

Two years, a month, and twenty-seven days.

"Two years already, huh…"

Chuuya hasn't changed at all since the last time Dazai saw him, of course. His hair is cut the very same, he has on his fingers the same golden rings he had gotten on his twenty-seventh birthday, even the suit he is in now looks similar to the one he wore during their last meeting. But it has been such a long time that the details were forgot, and watching him now feels like discovering him anew.

God, Dazai has missed him. He misses him so much.

Chuuya's free hand is gloveless now. It rises to Dazai's cheek, touches it with just the pads of two fingers, cool against his fevered skin. It strokes down from cheekbone to chin and rests just shy of his neck.

Dazai's smile comes painfully this time. "No, don't do that," he tells him. "You are completely breaking character."

"Like I have a choice in the matter," Chuuya retorts evenly.

His hand doesn't move until Dazai takes it and brings it down himself. He traces with his thumb the fresh scar above the first knuckle of his index finger. It was left by a gun with awkward recoil just over two years prior.

"I missed your thirtieth birthday," Dazai says. "I do feel sorry for that."

"You mean you missed the opportunity to call me old for the two months it took you to catch up."

"Well, yes," Dazai grins. "But I also wish I'd taken you to Malta like I said I would."

"Then take me next year," Chuuya says. "Don't miss another one."

It hurts a bit, right into the soft of Dazai's heart, but it isn't this Chuuya's fault that he is feeling so maudlin.

Thunder growls over them all. Glass sounds echo as the suspended lights move, knocking into each other, as the boat rocks again headfirst into what feels like a giant wave. Wine and whiskey spill over the white-lit counter, reaching the mixed drinks that the barkeep has been preparing, staining the elbows of the man behind Chuuya who is staring soullessly into his coffee.

The floor below their feet floods with seawater.

"Dazai-san," Atsushi says, worried.

Dazai looks into Chuuya's eyes and strokes the scar on his hand. He hears Atsushi gasp as the people around them vanish without so much as a sound. He feels the shaking and trembling of the boat's skeleton, the unmistakable rumble of destruction as their time here runs out and the endless ocean surrounding them breaks open into a storm.

The glass doors at the end of the restaurant shoot open, and Kunikida walks in, drenched by the rain and thunder outside, blood staining the front of his suit jacket. Dazai tears his eyes away and looks at him above Chuuya's head.

"Dazai," Kunikida calls loudly into the now-empty room, "you better have gotten the—"

He freezes in his spot when he sees them.

Chuuya takes his hand back. He grabs the felt hat that has suddenly appeared on the countertop and shoves it on his head. If his glass had not rolled away with the heave of the storm and shattered, he would have taken the time to finish it, Dazai knows.

"Hi," he tells Kunikida after turning to face him, and Kunikida's face goes bloodless.

Surprise does not hold him for long. Kunikida is too rational a man for that. It isn't a second later that he bares his teeth at Dazai, his fists clenched so tightly that leather creaks on his fingers, all of him looking like a figure of myth, a harbinger of just fury.

"Dazai," he says.

His voice shakes and groans with rage. Dazai smiles at him faintly.

"Looks like it's time for you guys to run," Chuuya says conversationally. "Nice touch with the storm and all."

"You flatter me," Dazai replies.

"Not on your life." Chuuya fidgets with his own gloves, looking once between the both of them—Dazai and Kunikida—before turning to the only other person around. "Atsushi, was it?" he asks.

Atsushi has the air of someone trying to shake off a daydream. "Ah, yes," he replies, very nearly panicked now.

"Place looks great," Chuuya tells him. "I don't know where Dazai found you, but you're made for the job. Just get the wine thing fixed and you'll be good to go."

Chuuya is never less than absolute about giving praise where it is due. It has made quite a few people flustered in the past, most spectacularly of all Akutagawa, and Atsushi is no exception. Even through his confusion, the boy cannot help but blush. "Er—thank you?" he replies.

"I look forward to meeting you topside," Chuuya says. He smiles kindly.

Then he shoots Atsushi between the eyes with the gun he just procured from a holster under his arm.

Atsushi's eyes go white, then close. The hole in his forehead has only just enough time to leak a few drops of blood before his body falls with a splash to the flooded floor.

"Ouch," Dazai says, wincing. "That was a little rough, Chuuya."

"You've gotta take off the kiddie wheels at one point and you know it."

"Dazai."

Dazai and Chuuya turn to Kunikida as one at the call. Kunikida shudders bodily when Chuuya faces him, seemingly unable to stop looking at him, no matter that anger distorts his face every time he does.

"What the hell," he says, nearly breathless. "What the hell is this?"

"I was surprised too," Dazai replies. "It's not like I planned for him to show up."

It is no defense at all. Judging by the face Kunikida makes at him, he is all-too aware of it as well.

Dazai can see Chuuya very well from his side. He hasn't really been able to stop looking at him, not even with the whole world collapsing around them as it is doing now. If he were still new at it, he would be falling and trying desperately to keep his balance. None of them is less than dreadfully experienced at this whole game, however.

Because Dazai is looking at Chuuya, he sees the color of the smile that Chuuya directs at Kunikida. He feels between his ribs a pang of such longing that not even seasalt can wash away the taste of it.

"Kunikida," Chuuya says.

Kunikida shudders again, anger and grief warring over his face. "I don't want to hear it," he cuts in. "Not from Dazai's pale imitation of you. Next time we talk, it'll be face to face, so shut up."

The admiration in Chuuya's smile and eyes is entirely Dazai's.

Kunikida kills himself cleanly, adding barely a touch more blood to the mess over his clothes that must have come from their target's projections. His body falls and vanishes as Atsushi's did earlier, and Dazai finds himself alone in the collapsing dream, his own wishful thinking staring at him with Chuuya's face.

"I hate goodbyes," he tells the projection futilely. "Don't go mushy on me now."

"I wasn't gonna say goodbye to you anyway," Chuuya replies with a shrug.

His gun is once more lifted. It comes to rest at Dazai's throat, cold and familiar. It kisses up his neck and chin, warms itself at his cheek, the way that Chuuya's lips did whenever tenderness stayed their frantic lovemaking.

"You'll find me, won't you," Chuuya says.

Dazai can't stop himself from reaching out and framing his face with one hand. It has been so long that he hungers for anything, even for a shade, but nothing here can satisfy him. Not the feel of Chuuya's skin, not the softness of his hair. He presses a thumb to Chuuya's mouth and thinks only of how lacking this is compared to the real and living thing. "Who do you think I am?" he replies.

He doesn't close his eyes when the gun's mouth touches his forehead. Seawater floods his legs to the knees as the ghostly ship they are on sinks into the ocean, but the only wetness he feels comes from Chuuya's tongue flicking against his finger.

He doesn't hear the gunshot at all.

There was a time when reality felt like the dream rather than the other way around when Dazai woke up like this. Yosano used to mutter that it was due to just how young he was when he started doing this, to just how much his mentor at the time benefited from him being in that state of confusion. Dazai used to blink and linger on couches, on hotel beds, in the luggage compartments of trains, his mind fogged with the same haunting question: am I still dreaming?

Then he met Chuuya, and the problem disappeared entirely. Chuuya never mistook dreams for reality, no matter how much time he spent roaming mazes and making gravity bend to his will. Chuuya never longed for the freedom of dreamscape after waking up. To Dazai, Chuuya felt a little like reality made into a human being. Like a five-foot-three totem with sharp eyes and a filthy mouth.

Dazai wakes up for the first time in years with that age-old grogginess in him, blinking tiredly at the ceiling of the beachside hotel where they chose to conduct the extraction. He sees Atsushi in no better state next to him, shaking as he checks his own forehead for a bullet hole, and Kunikida at the other side of the room, behind where the woman they robbed lies unconscious.

Kunikida is quick to make away with the needle in his arm and rise from his armchair. Fury still paints his face white and red, and his eyes are fixed onto Dazai with an intensity he has not felt in years. He is nothing if not a sticker for hygiene, however, so he waits until Dazai has shaken off the langor and taken out the needle in his own arm before he storms over and grabs him by the collar.

The paintings hung from the wall shake and rattle in their frames when Dazai's back hits the plaster. Kunikida is a meticulous man about many things, perhaps especially the health of his body, so he is strong enough after years of regular working out to almost lift Dazai off the ground entirely.

"What," he breathes onto Dazai's face, "was that."

Atsushi calls their name worriedly from his side of the room. Dazai sends him a smile, says, "It's fine, Atsushi-kun," before Kunikida shakes him again.

"Dazai!" Kunikida snaps at him.

"It was just an accident," Dazai tells him. "Just a one-time thing. He didn't cause any trouble, did he? Sweet as a lamb as always."

"You don't fucking know how dangerous this is—"

The woman on the bed groans, cutting their words short. They all turn to look at her in unison.

"Don't think this conversation is over," Kunikida murmurs threateningly after he is sure that the sedative has not worn off yet. His fingers tighten at Dazai's neck. "Don't you think I'll let this slide."

"I wouldn't dare," Dazai replies.

Kunikida drops his collar, allowing Dazai a brief second to massage his own neck while he asks Atsushi to get their things in order.

It barely takes more than a minute. Atsushi is still too new at it to truly know how to proceed outside the dream, so he collects their coats and watches from the side as Dazai and Kunikida fold the PASIV back into its case, as they place the woman onto her bed properly and clean away any trace of their presence.

The weather outside is lovely. Dazai has no fondness for the sort of luxury resort they are in right now, but the Mediterranean is always a good place to be at this time of the year. Warm wind sweeps into his hair as they walk out of the hotel—giving the last of her bribe to the woman in the lobby downstairs—and every breath he takes smells of cooked sand and calm water. Food stalls soon replace terrace restaurants as they reach the harbor. A majestic cruise ship waits there, glinting in the sunlight, but only Atsushi's eyes linger upon it for longer than a second.

"Magnificent work, by the way," Dazai tells him a few hours later.

They are on the evening train to Madrid, crammed within a compartment in company of an old man who slumbers deeply enough to look dead. Kunikida reluctantly looks up from his book to nod at Atsushi, avoiding Dazai's eyes so as not to give him a hint of an approving face.

He is so, so angry still. Dazai knows he should feel worse for slipping up like this, but he got to see Chuuya again. It kind of trumps any remorse he could experience about it.

"I've never seen so many details before," Dazai continues. "The water, the desk... most people will tell you that it's the trinkets that are difficult to get right, but truly, they've never had to recreate the feel of water on skin or the lines on wooden furniture. You are extraordinarily talented."

Atsushi has gone red to the ears. He squirms in his seat, looking quickly at the train window, as if the idea of jumping out of it is one he should consider. "I'm sorry I messed up on the wine, though," he says awkwardly.

"Oh, don't worry about this. Our target this time didn't drink." He smiles and adds, "And you kind of fell on a picky customer."

Kunikida's hand tenses. The hardcover of his book gives a faint cracking sound.

"Um, who was he?" Atsushi asks him uneasily. "The man at the bar. Was he one of that woman's projections?"

"No, that one was mine," Dazai replies. "My apologies. I'll be sure to keep my own subconscious in check next time."

Atsushi isn't impressed with the wink Dazai gives him, and probably even less with his words, considering how much of a point Dazai made to teach him that one's subconscious isn't controllable at all.

Truly, Dazai has missed teaching.

"I thought only the target could populate a dream," Atsushi says. "That's what you told me."

"Normally, that's the case," Kunikida answers, finally breaking out of his silent treatment. He snaps his book closed when Dazai opens his mouth, cutting him off, glaring at him all the while. "But dreamsharing isn't an exact science," he goes on. "We all brings things to the dream, so it's not unheard of for objects or people to appear. They're not usually this talkative, however."

"That man looked a lot more real than the projections…"

Dazai leaves them to discuss the intricacies of compounds and machines and experiences. He looks at the dry landscape unfolding around their train like the décor of a film. He drinks from the sparkling water shoved within his bag.

He thinks about Chuuya.

Their hotel is Madrid could be called miserable next to the one they exited that morning, but it's one Dazai likes, and it has the advantage of a wide rooftop under the stars where no one ever goes. He takes Kunikida there after they leave Atsushi in his room for the night and remind him to set his alarm for six. They have a plane for Tokyo booked the next day, and local authorities to avoid in case their client decides to jump ship and deliver them to the police. The earlier they get across customs, the better.

It wouldn't be the first time someone decides that their information is lacking. This client has paid them in full already, but he has not yet replied to the message they sent, detailing their target's plan about the energy conglomerate she works for. Dazai and Kunikida both have gotten used to being careful.

Kunikida sits nervously on a wooden bench of the rooftop that has been in this exact same spot for years. Dazai wisely chooses not to tell him that he once sucked Chuuya off right there.

"So," Kunikida says darkly. His eyes are like a hawk's even in the penumbra. They look over Dazai sharply, no less impressive for the height that Dazai has on him now that he is seated. Dazai has thick enough skin not to fidget or squirm, but it's a close thing.

"So," Dazai replies, "I miss him. You can't blame me for that, can you?"

It will not be enough to soften Kunikida up, and he knows it. No matter how much Kunikida misses Chuuya too.

"You've been missing him for two years," Kunikida says, implacable. "You've never let a single projection of yours invade a dream before, no matter how wishy-washy you can get."

"There's a first time for everything."

He can almost hear Kunikida's teeth grind together. Any other day and Dazai would be cowed by just how incensed he is, by the fire in his eyes which has become so rare ever since they met and Kunikida settled into healthier living habits, but not now. Not today.

He can still hear Chuuya's voice in his ears. He hadn't been able to recall it to the fullest, in all of its rough quality and depth, before his own subconscious tugged the memory to light. His skin feels swollen still with the sound of it, with the touch of Chuuya's fingers on his face. He has never craved anything as much as he does this touch—deprived of it for two years and then given a brief, so brief, taste of it again.

It has been two years, one month, and twenty-eight days since Chuuya disappeared. Two years, one month, and twenty-eight days since he last felt Chuuya's touch.

He thinks he understands, now, why most of his colleagues say extractors always lose their grasp on reality.

"What is going on, Dazai?" Kunikida asks.

Dazai doesn't answer him.

Kunikida sighs. He brushes a hand over his own face in a gesture as annoyed as it is exhausted. Weary. "Why Chuuya?" he tries again. "Why now?"

"Must there be a reason?"

"Yes," Kunikida seethes. "With you, there must be."

Dazai feels on his lips the same smile that his projection of Chuuya gave Kunikida in the dream: admiring and mellow and only the slightest bit enamored.

"I'm sorry, Kunikida," he says.

He grins when Kunikida flushes and looks away from him. Kunikida never did fully make up his mind about Dazai's offer—or Chuuya's, for that matter.

Chuuya vanished before Kunikida could give it a proper answer, and, well. It wouldn't feel right without him.

Kunikida's face has gone lax and morose. He looks above the low barrier surrounding the roof, his skin basked in the glow of streetlight, his hands linked above his thighs in such a tight grip that his knuckles have gone white. He slouches forward, but Dazai has not a doubt that if he were to touch him now, he would find every one of his limbs as tense as steel cables.

It is what makes the decision for him, truly: the sight of Kunikida so burdened with misery after seeing Chuuya again, and the crawling knowledge that he would never have been able to resist anyway.

He never even considered resisting.

Kunikida blinks when Dazai hands him his phone. The light of the screen is too bright after minutes spent in darkness; he squints at it after taking it in hand, and fetches his glasses from the breast of his jacket.

Then he reads Mori's message and inhales in shock.

Dazai waits him out calmly, touching his wristwatch habitually, stroking the engraving under the case where it fits snugly to his skin. It has been a long time since he has needed his totem like this.

"This is a trap," Kunikida says eventually. Dazai's lips curl; nothing comforts him more these days than how predictable and solid Kunikida is. "You know it's a trap," Kunikida adds, giving him back his phone.

His face is no longer stricken with misery, however. He looks at Dazai in worry instead.

Dazai pockets the device. "I'm willing to take the risk," he replies.

"It's impossible to do."

"You and I both know that isn't true."

"We'd need a team of at least five people, plus the amount of money and connections—"

"Kunikida," Dazai cuts off. "Breathe."

Kunikida does so after a moment of stillness. He chokes on it, as expected, having not realized just how close he came to hyperventilating in the past twenty seconds. Dazai is used enough to how anxiety manifests through his friend that he feels no hurry, waiting for him to find his bearings, listening to his coughs as he clears his airways.

Two years ago, Chuuya would have sat by Kunikida's side and patted his back with a frown until he quieted.

Kunikida manages on his own. He breathes in, breathes out, his head hung between his knees until finally, he calms down. His face is flushed and sweaty when he lifts it again.

"If we do this," he tells Dazai in a rough voice, "we're going to need the best of the best."

"I happen to have found us a miracle architect," Dazai replies, jovial.

"Atsushi's only done this once."

"But you saw it. You felt how perfect that dream was. You should've seen the tap water, Kunikida—I couldn't tell the difference at all. That's never happened with anyone I worked with in the past, even Mori."

Kunikida frowns upon hearing that name, worry once more creasing his brow when he looks over Dazai, but Dazai ignores it. He crosses the distance between them and sits on the other end of the bench, leaving enough room for their thighs not to touch.

"It was only his third time dreaming at all," he says. "His first time doing actual extraction. Think of how perfect he could become if we went two or three levels down."

"You madman," Kunikida mutters, looking away. "This is why Fukuzawa-san didn't want to give him to you."

Dazai laughs. He doesn't deny it.

There is a light flickering at the edge of the rooftop, orange rather than yellow, a thing as old as this whole hotel is. Dazai can remember just how Chuuya looked under it the first time they came here, how his red hair had shone in the crushing heat of summer, unbearable while they kissed, sweaty skin on sweaty skin. He had forgotten the smell and taste of him until that projection showed up and pulled the memory out of his very guts.

It feels like drinking again after years of abstinence. The alcohol is down his throat, down his belly, digging a space for itself that Dazai will be febrile to fill again once it runs out. He feels parched already.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Kunikida asks then.

Dazai doesn't need to look to know that he has a hand in his pocket, touching the small notebook there which serves as his totem. He can barely stop himself from sliding a finger under his watch again.

"I got the email only a few hours before we had to go down," he replies. "I didn't want you to be distracted. Your distractions tend to cause avalanches."

Kunikida shudders. "At least I wouldn't have brought Chuuya to the dream," he spits back. "That was barely even him at all. He'd kill you if he knew about it."

"I know."

Another silence, broken only by tepid wind rushing through foliage.

"Dazai," Kunikida says once he is done making sense of his own thoughts. "We'll need Akutagawa for this."

Dazai breathes quietly. His tongue runs over the two fake teeth in his mouth, and he feels almost as if they ache again. "I can forge well enough," he replies.

"Not well enough for this."

The problem with Kunikida is just how reasonable he is. He used to be somewhat more malleable; back when Chuuya was around to act as a pillar for Dazai's sanity, Kunikida could occasionally be swayed into agreeing with stupid ideas. He could have faith in Chuuya's ability to be rational in both their steads. Since Chuuya went missing, Kunikida has been as unmoving as a cliff. He has been the epitome of prudence.

"Akutagawa is in Yokohama," Dazai concedes with a grimace. "With Mori. Yosano should be there too, though definitely not with Mori."

"Do you think Akutagawa knows already, then?" Kunikida asks.

Dazai shakes his head. "Mori's probably keeping him because he knows we'll go get him ourselves, and he won't miss a chance to see me," he says. "If Akutagawa knew, he'd be long gone already."

Akutagawa would be the kind of idiot to try and do this all alone.

The last time Dazai saw Akutagawa was in Shibuya, after shooting the both of them out of a dream whose target had vanished without a trace. After an hour spent roaming the halls of a maze created by Dazai himself, looking futilely for the Russian man they were supposed to steal from, understanding too late that something had gone wrong.

Understanding too late that the Chuuya who followed in their steps was only a shadow.

Akutagawa had all but screamed as he tore the needle out of his arm and ransacked the hotel suite, as he ran out of the door in the footsteps of their target, who couldn't have been gone for longer than a few minutes.

Dazai hadn't followed him. He had looked at the desk chair where Chuuya had sat only moments ago. His hat had still been there, right where Dazai had put it after taking it off Chuuya's head.

He had been the one to hand him the compound, to clean the crook of Chuuya's arm and put him to sleep. "Wake me up with a kiss if you get back before me," he had said then.

"Sure," Chuuya had replied. "After I kick the chair from under your ass."

When Akutagawa had come back, empty-handed, and found Dazai sitting there in silence, he had punched out two of his teeth.

"We're doing this," Dazai says.

Mori's email has been burning against his thigh, through the pocket where his phone is hid, since he received it the night before: I know where Chuuya-kun is. Work this job for me and I'll tell you.

Refusing was never an option. Dazai had replied immediately, and then received the details of what Mori wanted out of him.

Kunikida sighs deeply. The very sound of it tenses through Dazai's throat, makes his chest ache in empathy, but he is not afraid. He hasn't been afraid of Mori since a young man with red hair first waltzed into his dreams.

"I miss him too," Kunikida says. Forlorn and more open about this than he has been even when Dazai called him years ago, saying, Chuuya's gone. "But we don't even know if he's alive."

"He is alive," Dazai retorts easily. "He's of no use to that man dead. Chuuya is way too good at what he does, you'd have to be stupid to kill him."

"If he knew how easily you praise him when he can't hear it…"

It tears a smile out of Dazai again.

Next to him, Kunikida stretches his shoulders. He cracks his knuckles, then his neck. He leans back against the wooden bench until his eyes find the glowing Madrilean sky, and Dazai remembers Chuuya doing the same thing with his hand in Dazai's hair, as Dazai kissed the hot skin of his belly.

"We'll find him," Kunikida says resolutely.

"We will," Dazai agrees.

He knew this since the second Chuuya vanished. They would find him, no matter where he was hidden, no matter how long it took. His certainty in the matter has not weakened in the least.

Inception, he thinks, touching his wristwatch. Stroking the engraving under the platinum case of the dial.

It's probably easier to achieve than it sounds.

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YEAH I KNOW I AM LOUD AS HECK BUT DO YOU HAVE ANYTHING IN THAT FEM SOUKOKU BAG OF YOURS FOR AN ALPHA OMEGA UNIVERSE WHERE FEM DAZAI IS AN OMEGA AND FEM CHUUYA IS AN ALPHA (PLEASE HELP ME I M LOSING MY SHITS OVER THIS AU AND YOU ARE THE ONLY ONE, GOD SAID CAN HELP ME ALONG WITH @karkey ; A;) SLDIUGHFISZFF I WANT TO DIEEEEEE PLEASE VIOLENTLY ASSASSINATE ME WITH YOUR CONTENT

Please scream and be loud as much as you want because otherwise, I have to worry if you’re okay (;Д;) Sooooo~ I’ll try my best to satisfy your wish!!

Just let me take a look into my magical bag

Okay, first I’ll go with a few basics that aren’t SKK-Exclusive Headcanons just to get the base down for the rest under the cut c:

Female!Alphas usually have smaller breasts (around A/B) while female!Omegas usually have C+

Female!Alphas are quite rare but also not highly seen from the male counterparts

They can kick your ass nevertheless if you touch their omega

I always kind of imagine that the connection between two persons in an omegaverse is like a soulmate connection and

You can be together with other (sex) partners but there is only one scent that makes you the most comfortable

There are no visible signs you just feel it over the time you get to know the person

female!omega have their first heat later than males around their 18th/19th birthday and after that the circle is individual

Alphas get ruts only if they are around an omega they personally think is worth them and have their heat (it happens rather rarely to alphaxalpha-couples to have a rut)

Now get blown away by the SKK-Stuff for you and I hope you’ll survive and I’ll survive and you will love it!!

Opposites attract

With a deep sigh, Chuuya fell down on the bed. It gave a squeaking sound when she fell down on her back and for a moment she simply stared at the phone in her hand. It still showed an incoming call from her bigger sister Kouyou. Not that they were blood-related but she really looked up to her in many ways. Sighing again, she swiped the button to the right and answered the call. “Ane-san, what a surprise!”, she tried to sound surprised but it was not hard to predict that she would call. It was only a matter of time because Chuuya’s birthday would be in a few days.

Through the phone was the shifting sound of clothes audible followed by a quiet coughing sound before she spoke: “It took you a long time to answer the call, Chuuya. Did something happen?”

Chuuya rolled her eyes and shook her head. “No.” Expect that she didn’t want to hear anything Kouyou would tell her in the next minutes. The following would be the easiest lie of today. “I was on the toilet and-”

“No further explanations, please,” Kouyou interrupted her and Chuuya chuckled over her reaction. “It’s your eighteenth birthday on Saturday.”

Pressing her lips into a thin line, she didn’t give Kouyou an answer. Of course, she knew about her own birthday. It wasn’t like it was easy to forget because she was an Alpha and her parents wanted nothing more than finally see her with another male alpha mate and bothered her the last month with it.

“We have a few candidates for you,” Kouyou spoke further when Chuuya didn’t answer and it sounded like a stupid omiai. She didn’t want to mate with some random dude she didn’t know even less loved. “You’re free to-”

“What if I already have a mate?”, Chuuya interrupted Kouyou and the next moment she wasn’t sure if she regretted the answer or not. It was the bluntest lie she ever told right in Kouyou’s face - almost in her face. It didn’t change the fact that it was a lie.

“Then-” Kouyou seemed surprised about that sudden information. “Who?”

The question was simple but her brain only gave her a huge blackout. What was she supposed to answer? Chuuya swallowed hard and looked around her room like it was possible to find an answer in it. “It’s- you know-” She licked over her dry lips and took a deep breath. There was no way she could take her words back. “It’s Dazai.”

“Dazai?” The disbelief in her voice was clearly audible even though she seemed to try to hide it. Of course, she knew about their friendship like her whole family did but hearing that they were mates was probably unexpected for them because Dazai was an omega.

Silence followed.

Everything inside Chuuya turned upside down and she suddenly felt like she needed to vomit her dinner. Her answer was a nod, only realizing a few moments later that Kouyou wasn’t able to see it so she answered with a simple “Yes.”

“Well, that comes quite unexpected but you could have told me earlier.” Kouyou sounded hurt, probably because she had to learn about it now and Chuuya not coming directly to her to tell her the news.

“Sorry.” She felt even worse now. “It’s just- just- it felt so fresh and personal- I didn’t know- I wasn’t sure how to tell you.”

Again silence fell over the two of them and Chuuya didn’t know how to talk further without spinning more of these lies.

Another sigh from Kouyou before she spoke again: “Then I’m glad you finally introduce her as your mate the upcoming weekend.”

Chuuya blinked a few times at her words. Oh fuck. “Yeah,” Chuuya agreed. How should she possibly ask Dazai to play her mate at the family gathering? Dazai was her best friend but it felt wrong to pull her into the lie when she already had a crush on someone else. More importantly, Chuuya didn’t want to make things awkward between them because Dazai would definitely find out about her crush on her with all the affection they would have to share that weekend. “I’ll write you the time we’ll arrive later these days but now I have to do some chores, so see you Friday, Ane-san, love you.” she didn’t even let her answer before the phone call was ending. Chuuya could literally see how Kouyou shook her head in disbelief because there was no way she would do chores on a Monday at ten in the evening.

-☆-

Staring at her hazelnut cappuccino and drumming her fingers on the cup, Chuuya felt like it would mock her. She had met up with Dazai in the city after school like they did every day because they weren’t on the same high school. They were sitting around for ten minutes now without her saying a word while Dazai talked non-stop about Oda, her teacher for Japanese Literature and obviously her crush since the new school year had started.

“Oh, and he helped me to choose your birthday present!” Dazai beamed happily at her. “I didn’t know what to get for you but now I have the perfect one!” She wagged with her cake fork in front of Chuuya’s face and a moment late she shoved the pastry in her own mouth second later and appreciative chewed on it. “Delicious!”

Usually, Chuuya would snitch Dazai’s fork and try a bite of the cake but she didn’t feel like it today. Especially all the talk about Oda let her feel even worse about her lies. “You know, my birthday is a good point.” She took a sip of her hot drink and let it calm down her stomach, Dazai looking at her with her cheeks full with cake. Without holding eye contact, Chuuya asked: “Could you pretend to be my mate over the weekend?” When the question was out, she was about to drown herself in the cappuccino cup and she still didn’t dare to look Dazai into her eyes, anxious about her immediate first reaction.

Surprised, Dazai swallowed the cake in her mouth and put her fork down to grab her hot chocolate. “Where comes that question from?” She ate the whipped cream on it and smacked.

Chuuya could feel the embarrassment creeping into her face and for a brief moment she looked up to Dazai. “Yesterday I may or may not have told Kouyou that you’re my mate.” Even though she didn’t want Dazai in her web of lies, she couldn’t come up with another plan either.

Frowning at her cup for a moment, Dazai looked over to Chuuya and raised an eyebrow. “Why would you do that?” She sounded like that was the most ridiculous thing she ever heard but in an amused way.

A deep sigh was the answer. She had never told Dazai about how persistent her parents were over the last months to get her a mate to her eighteenth birthday. “I panicked, okay?” Chuuya’s face was a bright red and she wanted to hide so bad. “My asshole grandparents wanted to introduce me to other potential mating-candidates and I- I don’t want that!” Only thinking about some of those would touch her gave her goosebumps.

Dazai was silence for a while and the moment, Chuuya wanted to add something, she answered: “We have a deal when you pay my cake for the rest of the year.” Dazai smirked and reached her hand out for a handshake.

With her heart almost jumping out through her throat, Chuuya stared at the hand in front of her, with those long and slim fingers ready to touch her own small hand. When she reached out to grab the hand, Chuuya wasn’t sure how good the contract she was about to sign really was but she was relieved, Dazai wasn’t saying no. “Deal.”

The rest would work out somehow. She would do her best that Dazai wouldn’t find out about her crush and convince her family that they were mates. Lucky, Dazai hadn’t her first heat yet so they wouldn’t have the problem of a mating bite symbol as a proof. Also, how things would go on after the weekend was a deferrable problem for now.

“If we’re finished, you have to come home with me, Chuuya!”

Confused, Chuuya looked up to her friend and frowned at her. “Why?”

“I still couldn’t decide on which dress I should wear to your birthday ball and you have to help me with a decision!” She looked at Chuuya with her huge brown puppy eyes and had her hands folded in front of her pouting lips. “And we have to talk about the details of our relationship.” A cheeky grin was on her face.

With the word relationship, Chuuya’s face heated up again and her eyes flew down on her half-empty cup. Maybe it was wrong and maybe it would break her heart after the weekend was over but a small part of her brain was really looking forward to all the affection they would share those three days. “Okay, I’ll help your lazy ass out.” Suddenly, Chuuya wasn’t sure if this weekend would end better or worse now.

“Yay!” Dazai clapped her hands together in happiness and smiled brightly.

-☆-

Chuuya sat in Dazai’s beanbag chair after they talked about their relationship story and watched her trying on different dresses and Dazai had a shitload amount of dresses. Adding the fact that Dazai was standing in front of Chuuya only wearing her underwear made the work hard because her eyes always wandered to her breasts as soon as she was out of the dress again.

The last one Dazai put out of her wardrobe was an elegant blue dress. She was talking about how she had bought that dress because she liked how smooth it was on her own body but never had a chance to wear it. Now she was eager to hear Chuuya’s opinion on it. A few moments later, she held it in front of her body and showed it Chuuya. The blue flattered her skin tone before she even wore it but

“Stop staring at my boobs, Chuuya.” Dazai laughed and put the dress on. It reached down to the floor and covered most of her scarred skin.

The only problem next to her reddening cheeks and ears was that Chuuya couldn’t concentrate on it because all she was doing was staring at how beautiful Dazai looked in the dress and her crush intensified hundred per cent at least. Chuuya was doomed. Dazai looked like a princess in the dress. Maybe she should just think about wearing a suit instead of that black dress she got from her cousin Aya for Christmas and planned to wear. She would look like a potato in a dress next to Dazai and not like she was the main person of that extravagant event.

Dazai raised both of her eyebrows and looked at Chuuya in anticipation. “And~? What do you think?” While her cheeks were red due to her excitement, she spun herself around and stepped closer to Chuuya. “It’s probably too much.” She plugged the fabric and sighed.

“No, it looks- you look beautiful in it! You definitely need to wear it!” Chuuya complimented her with a slight blush on her own cheeks. “At least one of us will look good in a dress then.”

Humming thoughtful, Dazai put her index finger on her lips and looked up at the ceiling. “I could borrow a suit from my cousin Yumeno if you’d be more comfortable.”

“Isn’t he like 14 years old?”, Chuuya asked confused and frowned at Dazai. She wasn’t against the thought of wearing a suit instead of a dress but her grandparents would probably kill her on spot for that and she didn’t want their wrath on her more than she already had.

“Yeah, should be exactly your size.” Cheeky, she stuck out her tongue out and dodged the teddy bear Chuuya threw at her. She slipped out of the dress and put it back on the clothes hanger and with that on her wardrobe door. Because she was wearing only underwear again, Chuuya couldn’t look at her. Then out of nowhere she jumped on Chuuya’s lap and grinned at her.

“Wha- Dazai?” Her cheeks were instant dark red and her heartbeat sped up like she just ran a marathon.

“There is one thing we still have to do in order to achieve believableness over the weekend,” she started to explain and positioned herself better on Chuuya’s two legs, her boobs right in front of Chuuya’s blushing face. She looked down to Chuuya and lifted her face by pushing it up with both of her hands put around Chuuya’s cheeks.

Chuuya’s eyes wandered over Dazai’s face and when their eyes met, Chuuya swallowed. Her lips were getting dry and her hands started to sweat while her heart decided to speed up even more and started to skip beats. She bit on her bottom lip and with her thump, Dazai stroked over the soft red skin of Chuuya’s lips.

“It’s just practice don’t get so nervous, Chuuya~”, Dazai teased her friend and had her typical smug smile on her face when she tilted her head slightly and closed the gap between their lips with closed eyes.

Shutting off every function of her brain with the kiss, Chuuya wasn’t able to react. She always wished to have her first kiss with Dazai but now it felt so wrong that her heart ached. It was just an exercise for the weekend for Dazai there were no feelings within the kiss from her side. Nevertheless, she slowly started to kiss her back, putting her shaking hand on her cheek while the other was laying on her hips.

Dazai was the first to break the kiss between them and a thin strand of saliva ripped between them. She happily smiled at Chuuya. Suddenly smirking, Dazai looked at her best friend. “To let it look believable you definitely need more practice.”

Chuuya clicked her tongue. “Fuck off.” She pushed Dazai off of her lap. She licked over her lips and still tasted the sweet taste of Dazai’s lips on hers.

“Ouch, Chuuya!”, Dazai whined and rubbed her butt with both of her hands.

“It’s not like- like we have to-” She failed to swallow the lump in her throat down and when she spoke again her voice was less noisy: “kiss in front of the others.” Chuuya didn’t dare to look at Dazai again and pressed her lips into a thin line.

Crawling on her knees towards Chuuya, she pulled her down on the ground too. “You could stay overnight if you want?”

“I have nothing with me except my school stuff?” Chuuya threw an incredulous look at Dazai. The alternative was to sleep in her small student room but driving home and back was stupid too.

Pouting, Dazai looked at Chuuya. “As if you couldn’t wear my stuff for sleeping and I think I’ll have a spare toothbrush too.”

A resigning sigh was the only answer Chuuya gave Dazai. “You won’t give up, right?”

Smiling innocently at her best friend, Dazai put her hands together under her chin, spread the fingers and just glimpsed at Chuuya.

Chuuya groaned and threw herself on Dazai, both falling back and Chuuya landing on Dazai. “You’re the most annoying thing I know,” she complained and closed her eyes. She smelled so nice and innocent. Like the first warm days in spring, that warm up your winter frozen heart and fill you with new energy.

“I love your hair,” Dazai complimented her hair for the thousandths time since they knew each other and stroked through the soft orange locks.

She always hated the color because she got bullied for it and it always stood out in masses also it was stubborn to care for. With Dazai she learned to love it. “And I love your boobs as a pillow.” It was supposed to be a joke but Dazai’s awkward laugh made Chuuya blush again especially because her brain reminded her of the fact that she still only wore a bra and her panties. “I mean- you know-”

“It’s okay. It’s nice to know someone appreciates them more than as milk bags for a future child I have to bear.” She put her arms around her friend.

Chuuya hugged Dazai slightly in this awkward position. She knew Dazai was anxious about her first heat coming closer like her own birthday and fate. Only that her problem was more unpredictable due to her being an omega. “If ever someone you don’t like lays a hand on you I’ll kill them personally.”

Dazai smiled. “Thank you, Chuuya.”

-☆-

Friday came faster than Chuuya was willing to accept. She was only at home once since Tuesday to get some fresh clothes and everything she would need over the weekend. The journey with the shinkansen was quiet and relaxed too. As far as relaxed could go when your crush fell asleep on your shoulder and slightly drooled on your shirt because they dreamt and mumbled something about the world largest cake. Chuuya herself listened to her favorite rock bands and stared out of the window.

It was weird having a three-day-relationship starting today especially because she never was in a real relationship before either. In addition to that, they have to convince her family that Dazai really was her mate and it wasn’t just a made up lie to escape her grandparents choice of mate. She closed her eyes and leaned against Dazai’s head for a brief moment. Her soft brown locks smelled sweet and tickled her cheek. Chuuya’s brain still screamed at her that she should make the best out of it and at the same time how much she risked and how stupid she actually was. She agreed with the last one the most.

“Dazai?” Chuuya joggled her friend awake, straightened herself better and stretched her body.

“I slept so well, why did you wake me?”, Dazai mumbled sleepy, rubbed her eyes and yawned with her arms stretching in front of her chest.

Why was that girl so cute? With a slight blush on her cheeks, Chuuya answered: “We’re almost there, sleepyhead.”

Like they wanted to agree with Chuuya the name for their station was announced as the next stop in a few minutes.

Chuuya packed her earphones into her small backpack while Dazai put her sweet titbits away. She had snatched a few of the waffles while Dazai was asleep but Chuuya was pretty sure she was eating more of that stuff than ever. Her stomach was a black hole for sweet stuff for sure.

With their small luggage, they made their way to the doors of the shinkansen and waited for it to arrive. Chuuya’s tension rose from zero to maximum. Her heartbeat ran amok while her hands got sweaty and her lips dry. She really wished her confidence would be as high as it was usually but with the pressure of her grandparents in the back, she felt nothing but uncomfortable.

Dazai grabbed her free hand and squeezed it. “Don’t worry.”

She took a deep breath. “I don’t worry about anything,” she lied and freed her hand from Dazai’s grip. It was embarrassing in front of strangers.

“Who do you want to deceive?”, Dazai asked and patted Chuuya’s head, then she waited until the door opened and jumped out of the train. She turned around and took Chuuya’s luggage out of the train, too.

Somehow they weaved through the crowd out of the station and walked towards the bus station where they would take the bus to the Nakahara-Ryukan. They had to wait around ten minutes for the bus and a drive of like forty minutes before they arrived late afternoon. From the bus stop, it was only another three minutes walk to the big wooden gates and Chuuya hesitated half a second before she rang the doorbell. What could possibly go wrong?

“Good Evening, Nakahara-san-” The blond girl which opened the gates for them bowed slightly in front of Chuuya “-and Dazai-san.” She nodded at the brunette girl and took their luggage. “I’ll take care of that. Your grandparents are already waiting for you.” Her voice was tense and she probably felt relieved not to have to go with them.

“Thank you, Higuchi-san.” Chuuya turned around to Dazai and smiled warily at her. “Come on.”

While walking, Dazai intertwined their hands and Chuuya let it happen. It could help to make their point clear. They made their way through the ryukan in the back courtyard and into the big family house. From there they were guided by Kyouka Izumi, a young girl under Kouyou’s care. They didn’t exchange one word on their way through the long floors and when Kyouka had left they were alone in a room with Chuuya’s grandparents and Kouyou.

Chuuya hadn’t realized her grip around Dazai’s hand has gotten tighter with every meter they had walked but when she saw the smile of Kouyou she relaxed a little bit - only to double up her tension when she saw the blank expression of her grandparents.

Her grandmother stepped forward and wrinkled her nose up when she looked at Dazai before she put her attention towards Chuuya. “Your clothes are a disaster.” Her eyes wandered from her head with the beanie she wore down to her shirt with the logo of her favorite rock band on it and her ripped jeans combined with red boots. Chuuya flinched back when her grandmother put a hand on her cheeks and roughly turned it towards her. “And you still don’t use make-up and take care of your chapped lips, girl.”

“Chuuya-”

Dazai wanted to stand up for her friend but her grandfather stepped in before she could say a word more. “I don’t want to hear a word, omega.” How he spit out the last word made clear how low he thought of Dazai. Usually, Chuuya only brought her with her if he wasn’t around but this year was special so all of them were here. She knew how low he thought of Dazai and it hurt to be reminded of it after she drowned that thought successfully.

“Don’t talk to her like that!”, Chuuya growled at her grandfather and stepped in front of the taller girl. Her eyes flashed and her usually bright blue iris got dark like a thunderstorm appeared over the sky. Her body was in an attack position and she was ready to defend her girl.

“Good grief.” Kouyou stepped between Chuuya and her grandfather before it could escalate and laid an arm around her shoulders, the fabric of her kimono stroking over Chuuya’s back. “I’ll make sure she changes into proper clothes and we’ll meet for dinner.” Pushing both girls out of the room, Chuuya only relaxed when they were back in the ryukan.

They walked in silence to what Chuuya thought was their room for the weekend but when she only saw her own luggage in the room together with one futon, she angrily turned around to Kouyou. “Where is her stuff?”, she demanded to know, pointing at Dazai and almost jumped at Kouyou’s throat but could stop herself. Her level of anger was still too high for her own likings.

“She has her own room,” Kouyou explained with a calm voice and entered the room to shuffle some of the fabrics in the wardrobe around and pulling a kimono out of it.

“What the fuck?”

“Chuuya, language.” Kouyou hung the kimono on the outside of the wardrobe and sighed. “You’re grandparents decided that after I told them about your relationship with Dazai.” She threw a glance at the other girl who was only looking around like she wasn’t the main topic right now.

“I fucking don’t care?!” Chuuya’s anger just built up more and more with every second passing.

Dazai stepped behind her and patted Chuuya’s head. “It’s okay, Chuuya.”

“No!” She pushed the hand away and turned around to her fake-mate. “I won’t accept that.”

Kouyou chuckled behind her hand. “I never saw you that possessive, Chuuya.”

The sudden realization made her blush. “I-” She swallowed hard. “Of course- I mean-” She looked over to Dazai but wasn’t able to read her expressionless eyes. “She’s mine and I do- I’ll fight for her.”

-☆-

After a catastrophic dinner, Chuuya had switched back into more comfortable clothes and watched the stars on the ryukan roof the last hours. It calmed her down even though her thoughts were still a storm inside her brain. The dinner was only to describe as a complete disaster because Dazai was the only omega on the table. Her grandparents and Kouyou were all three alphas and Chuuya was more than once ready to threw her knife at her grandparent’s throat, accidentally of course. Those old bastards made it clear that Dazai was not suitable as a mate for Chuuya and they never let her form a whole sentence.

“You were pretty cool, you know?”

Chuuya got up in a sitting position and turned around to Dazai. The dimmed lights of the onsen were the only thing spending them some light next to the stars on the sky. “Stop teasing me.”

Dazai sat down next to Chuuya and smiled at the sky. “No, I mean it.”

Letting her head down on Dazai’s lap, Chuuya watched the stars on the sky. “I’m sorry it’s my fault because I lied to Kouyou.”

Stroking the soft hair out of Chuuya’s face, she smiled down on her pretty friend. “And I agreed knowing how they feel about me.”

“But it’s even worse now…”

“You’ll get wrinkles if you worry even more,” Dazai teased her and poked her cheek.

Chuuya pulled a sulky face. “I’m getting old in a few minutes anyway.”

“Yeah,” Dazai agreed. “Like eighteen is that old.”

She sat up and turned towards Dazai. “It is! You know what that means!”

Dazai hummed in agreement and smiled at her. “I know, I know but could you please close your eyes for a moment?”, Dazai asked after she had looked at her watch and had the most innocent expression Chuuya ever saw on her.

That made her doubt everything but she closed her eyes nevertheless. The sudden blindness made her nervous and she clung to her sleep pants to calm down a little. What was Dazai planning now? Suddenly she felt something cold around her neck and she was about to open her eyes but Dazai put her hands above to stop her. “Happy Birthday, Chuuya,” she whispered in her ear and Chuuya could feel how her whole body was covered in goosebumps.

“What-” She wanted to ask when she could open her eyes and see the necklace Dazai had put around her neck but her sentence was stopped when she felt Dazai’s lips on her own. It felt soft and sweet the second it lasted.

“Girls, get down from the roof!

Hearing Kouyou’s voice, Chuuya instantly flinched and understood the meaning behind the kiss. It was just to show off in front of Kouyou. Sadness washed over the happiness. "Coming!”

Both girls easily jumped down from the roof and landed in front of Kouyou. “Don’t let that see your grandparents, Chuuya,” Kouyou scolded her lukewarm. Chuuya wasn’t sure what exactly Kouyou meant. The jump or the kiss? Probably both. Kouyou walked towards Chuuya and hugged her tightly. “I wish you all the best for your birthday, Chuuya. May all your wishes come true and your courage never leave you alone.”

“Thank you, Ane-san.”

-☆-

Even they managed to share a futon overnight - and Chuuya couldn’t sleep for a full hour straight, they were separated the whole day.

Right after the breakfast, Chuuya was busy with the obligatory presents she got from all her family members and family acquaintances. After that, she was taken in for hours of dancing lessons with a teacher they booked especially for today - of course, another alpha. When she finally was able to do the basics of the basics without stepping on his toes, Chuuya got caught for make-up and putting her into the dress. Every time she was about to pass Dazai, she was pulled away before they were able to exchange words.

Even she was always around others she never felt more lonely than today.

When she stared at herself in the mirror she couldn’t believe that was her in the mirror. Kouyou was stepping behind her and had the most precious kimono on her while she herself wore a beautiful black dress with blue accents. “It’s the same blue-”

Chuuya already rolled her blue eyes. It was obvious that her grandparents chose stuff to give her eyes more attention. “I know, I don’t want to hear it now. I think that was the most horrible birthday so far,” she groaned and stepped a few steps backwards, holding the long back part of her skirt up high so she wouldn’t step on it with her high heels accidentally.

“Even worse-”

“Yeah, worse than my tenth birthday when I fell down the ladder and broke both my arm and my leg,” Chuuya interrupted her and when she heard the laugh behind her, Chuuya’s face instantly turned red.

“You never told me about that, Chuuya.” Right in front of her stood Dazai in that beautiful dress she already knew but with having her hair done and with some light make-up - both carried Kouyou’s thumbprint - she was even more gorgeous than last time.

The only thing Chuuya could do was staring at her unable to put words on the way from her brain to her mouth. Then she saw the necklace around Dazai’s neck and it was the same she got as a birthday present from her. With that thought in her mind, she dashed towards the commode and looked for her’s. She was pretty sure, she had it with her other jewellery for today. Panicking because she couldn’t find it, she turned around when Kouyou touched her shoulder.

“It’s here, Chuuya.” Kouyou held it up and smiled when she saw how relieved Chuuya was seeing it. “Come, I help you with it you.” With her long and gentle fingers, she put the necklace around her neck and kissed her hair.

Kouyou’s cold finger on her skin let Chuuya shudder. “Why aren’t you against our relationship?” The question was in her head the whole day but she didn’t plan on asking it right now, it just slipped.

“Why should I be against your happiness?”

Chuuya couldn’t look her into the eyes. She had to tell her the truth tomorrow before they would travel back home. Her stomach never felt worse than knowing she still lied straight into Kouyou’s face. “Yeah, right. We should go. I still have to do the opening dance.” Her blue eyes flattered to Dazai for a moment before she intertwined their fingers and squeezed them slightly.

It would be hard being the focus with Dazai as her dance partner because literally no one had accepted her as her mate but not even her grandparents would break the tradition that the opening dance was with the birthday alpha and their mate. Adding to the problem was that she still struggled a lot and she had to lead the dance because she was the alpha.

The way to the hall felt like it was too long (thanks to her shoes that made her closer to Dazai’s height because Dazai was wearing almost flat shoes) and too short (because her stomach killed her) at the same time. Also, she was embarrassed because her hand sweated so much that Dazai just squeezed it tighter to give her wordlessly more courage.

When they entered the hall, everyone was looking at them like they had waited for the entrance and Chuuya’s stomach twisted even more now. With as much confidence as she could scrape together, she walked towards the smaller stage in the middle of the hall where she would open up the evening together with Dazai, still hand in hand. “Are you okay?”, she whispered over the calm piano-violin music and glanced at Dazai for a brief moment before she took the steps up to the stage without stumbling over her own two feet.

“Probably as much as you are,” she answered with a smile at Chuuya.

On the stage, Chuuya put her hand on Dazai’s hips, the other still intertwined with each other. The music got louder and suitable for the first dance. Her heartbeat sped up to the tenth at least and she took a deep breath before she took the first step forward to lead the dance.

In the beginning, Chuuya concentrated only on her steps but it didn’t take them long to get their own pace suitable to the speed of the music without being out of tact and she thought, that she really enjoyed it for the first time. Though, she wasn’t sure if Dazai did take the lead secretly but either way it was great. She felt so soft and like it was really her day today.

Slowly other couples started to dance around them, Chuuya wasn’t sure who all those people were but she didn’t really care either. They blurred out into some background noise while she danced a second and a third dance with Dazai before they left the smaller stage to blend in with the other couples. At least that was the plan but when she was about to go down the few steps, someone bumped into her. “Sorry-!”, she apologized automatically and flinched back when she saw that spiteful gaze of the man. He was another alpha that made his aura more than obvious.

“Oh, you’re that petit alpha girl.” The bulky man laughed mockingly in her face and then his gaze wandered towards Dazai, clearly visible to her breasts. He was at least a head taller than Dazai and his body was broad under the black suit he was wearing. “Mating with an ugly cow - not really alpha-like.”

A few more people are staring and whispering now.

Chuuya angrily stared at him. She didn’t know who that guy was and she gave a fuck for the info. She would almost bet all her hats that he was someone her grandparents wanted her to pair up with. “Oh, I don’t think that’s one of your concerns.”

“Let me touch her huge funbags.” He was about to squeeze Dazai’s breasts when he suddenly flew through half of the hall.

Chuuya growled at him. “Touch her and I’ll kill you here and now.” Dazai laid a hand on her shoulder to calm her down but it didn’t help at all. “You filthy scumbag won’t lay a hand on her!” Maybe she was small for an alpha but she wouldn’t let anyone ever touch Dazai.

“Chuuya, stop that. Everyone is staring.” Dazai was right. Everyone was staring and even the music stopped.

The small girl looked around her, stepped closer to Dazai. “I suppose you and your three-centimeter dick know what a true alpha is!” Chuuya clicked her tongue and blew a loose hair strand out of her eyes. Still, with all the adrenaline in her body, she grabbed Dazai’s hand and dashed out of the hall with her. She pulled her along until they were out of sight for everyone and the cool air outside helped Chuuya to get a fresh head.

Chuuya turned around and wanted to say an apology to Dazai but before even one letter was out of her mouth, she had Dazai pressed against her lips, both of her hands cupping Chuuya’s face. Her feet gave up on her weight and both girls fell on the ground still kissing. Chuuya closed her eyes and kissed Dazai back. Her heart screamed, her cheeks were flushed red and her whole body was trembling while she clung onto Dazai’s dress and she couldn’t tell if it was due to the fresh evening air or her nervousness combined with the vanishing adrenaline. "Chuuya-“ Dazai said breathlessly when they broke the kiss to catch some air. "It’s not fake, you know? It never was from the beginning and I’m so sorry.”

Confused, Chuuya looked at Dazai. “What- I don’t understand?”

“I have feelings for you and I couldn’t hold back after you were so protective.” Her smile was a mix between happiness over what has happened and sadness over her own weakness. “Probably since you rescued me from that filthy asshole in our first middle school year.”

Working like crazy, Chuuya felt like her brain would explode any second. “You don’t have a crush on Oda?” That wasn’t what she wanted to ask, it wasn’t even a thought in her brain and still, she said those words like it was the most important question.

“Huh? No? No way. He is way too old for me. Urgh.” She shook her body like it was unbelievable that Chuuya thought something like that. “Besides that, I’m not into men. I really thought you knew that.”

“But-”

“But I was happy with our friendship as it was, that’s the reason I never confessed. Your an alpha and your scary-as-shit grandparents wanted to see you with another alpha- they already made that clear to me the first time we visited them.”

Chuuya looked down on her lap and fiddled with her finger. It was probably able to cook fried egg on her cheeks. “I don’t know what to say, can I just kiss you again?”

Dazai started to laugh and couldn’t stop. “Chuuya- your face-! Hilarious!”

Furiously blushing, Chuuya wanted to make her stop by pushing her own hands over Dazai’s mouth but she slipped with her foot over her dress and crashed into her, Dazai just laughing more and hugging her tightly.

“If you’re my alpha, I may even look forward to my first heat.”

Chuuya just hid against Dazai’s body. “You’re stupid.”

-☆-

It was Sunday and Chuuya was alone in her room because Dazai was playing chess against Hirotsu, one of the Nakahara’s butler. She still needed to pack her stuff but everything she was doing was staring blankly at her wall. She still wasn’t over the fact that their whole fake relationship was the starting point of their real relationship.

They didn’t sleep that night and talked a lot about their past and feelings and it ended in many embarrassing topics Chuuya rather wouldn’t speak about but all the snuggling and kissing made up for it.

A knock on the door threw her back into reality.

“Come in!”, she called and looked surprised at Kouyou. “Oh, good morning, Ane-san.”

“Dazai said, you wanted to talk with me?”, she asked and entered her room and sat down next to her after Chuuya nodded.

“Yeah-” Even if she thought, she would have more time to prepare herself and not so suddenly. “I wasn’t honest about Dazai as my mate.”

Kouyou chuckled. “You can be so straightforward now. Did it change?”

Chuuya nodded again, not able to look her into the face. “I felt bad for lying and-”

Crawling next to Chuuya in her kimono, Kouyou hugged her slightly. “You really thought I’d bought that lie? You’re the worst when it comes to lies. Though- your crush on her was amusing to watch.”

“No- Ane-san-!” In horror, she looked at Kouyou.

“Revenge for lying at me.” She patted her still damp hair and her smile was sad. “When everything calmed down I want to tell you my story but for now enjoy your time with Dazai.”

Then suddenly the door crashed open and Dazai stumbled inside. “Chuuya! Look! Look! Look!” She held a crab plush in the hand. “I got it from Hirotsu-san for winning against him in chess!”

Chuuya smiled at her girlfriend. She could remember the first time she won against him, she got a sheep plush from him. Now she asked herself how he always knew about their favorite animals?

“In two hours I’ll drive you to the train station so be ready by then,” Kouyou said and left them both alone in the room.

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dontdropthattuturu · 7 years

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Normal morning, normal thoughts and normal problems

I finished this at 3 am this morning so it's probably Really bad and i want To apoligize but Please suffer through it. Day 7 of soukoku week Prompt: Free Day Warnings: slight language, in the end i Really didn't know what i did anymore Summary: Fluffy morning and then my creativity barged in and set everything on fire.

Slowly blinking Dazai awoke. Smiling content as he takes in the sight in front of him. Even as a normal occurrence Dazai was still stunned at the sight of his petite partner sleeping beside him. The brunet had made it a habit to wake up before Chuuya. He loved peppering Chuuyas serene sleeping face with soft kisses, languidly combing through russet locks and to relish in the tiny noises of comfort uttered by the redhead. This went one for a few more minutes until blue eyes slowly cracked open. The redhead blinked a few times, bathing in the light touches of his lover. Tiredly he looks up to meet two warm brown orbs scoffing as he sees the lazy smile painted on his partners face:” Were you watching me sleep again pervert?” Dazais laugh floats through the air:” My, my why so grumpy so early in the morning Chuu-Chuu?” Chuuya just grumbled angrily in his pillow for a few seconds until he decides now that he is awake he might as well get up and make breakfast since the mackerel sure as hell won´t do it. Just as he tries to move out of the bed a bandaged hand grabs his wrist and pulls him back down. Now again cuddling with Dazai he sights:” Shitty Dazai let go of me.” “Nope Chuuya´s so tiny your degraded to my personal snuggle item!” At this the smaller one cried out frustrated and struggled to rid himself off Dazais dead weight. Sadly Dazai had him in a death grip and after a few futile seconds of struggling he gave up his resistance, it wasn´t as if he didn´t enjoy this clingy side of his lover. The smaller men almost dozed off again when suddenly a loud noise interrupted their docile morning, laughing he wheezed out:” Now, if you would let go off me I could go and make us breakfast and your stomach wouldn´t need to scare me this much again.” With that he gave his lover one last push and ventured off to the kitchen. All the while the brunet gulped down his slight embarrassment and decided to instead let his gaze follow Chuuyas retreating figure, appreciating his mussed hair and beautiful figure clad only in one of Dazais shirts and his boxers. The brunet wasted more time laying in bed until his stomach decided to remind him that he was supposed to join Chuuya for breakfast. Sighing he gets up and follows the delicious smell to the kitchen, where he finds Chuuya making French Toast for breakfast. Upon his entering the redhead looks up with a faint smile, which only intensifies when he sees Dazai struggling to keep in a yawn. The taller men ventures over to Chuuya unable to keep his hands to himself. So instead he snugs them around the smaller ones waist and rests his head atop Chuuyas.” So small and comfortable!”, he coos. Not dignifying this with a response Chuuya just keeps cooking, happily humming some French song and somehow managing to brew some coffee for Dazai and himself while doing so. Eventually the redhead finishes and the two men settle down for breakfast, their playful banter never dying down. Shortly after breakfast they both finish their morning routine and part ways right outside their apartment complex with a chaste kiss. Chuuya walking towards the headquarters of the port mafia thinking about their domestic morning, how he wishes they could stay like that forever. It pains him to admit it to himself but Chuuya still can´t trust Dazai again completely. Not so shortly after four years of separation. Something dark, spiteful still saying that Dazai will just leave him again, that he wasn´t enough last time and still won´t be enough. He couldn´t go through something like this again, not after last time. Painful memories swell up, memories of him trying to pick himself up again after Dazai left. Crying himself to sleep, waking up from nightmares, drinking until he passed out, sleeping with random strangers in search of comfort and this cruel voice in his head telling him that he isn´t good enough, that Dazai never felt anything for him, that he was stupid and got used, that this is payment for the sins he committed and that he should subdue to darkness inside of him. Still Chuuya had struggled and fixed himself again, but he wasn´t sure if he could do so again so he kept a tiny bit of himself guarded and didn´t let himself fall for Dazai completely again. It doesn´t help that Dazai refuses to tell him why he left. He doesn´t trust you the voice in his head crackles but he decides that he wants to trust Dazai for now. At the same time Dazai heads for the ADA, also lost in deep thoughts. The brunet thinks about how many more lazy mornings he will be able spend like this with his little hat rack, the truce will come to an end eventually and then what? They would be working against each other. Can a relationship really work under such circumstances? And there where other factors to be regarded as well, what if Mori finds out and uses Chuuya against him. Dazai shakes his head he could find solutions to those problems when they worked together and put their minds on it, far more dangerous to their relationship where his insecurities eating him inside out. He didn´t deserve Chuuya not after he what he put him through. He shouldn´t question Chuuyas dedication to him after all this but still he can´t help himself but to think that someday the redhead won´t put up with his quirks anymore and that he will leave him. The brunet doesn´t know if he could take that now when he finally learnt to admit to himself that he was human.That he had emotions. That he loved Chuuya. Again he shakes his head and decides to go for a refreshing drowning to get his head free, maybe the lovly maiden walking before him would even join in?

Later that day when they where in their home again Chuuya and Dazai sat down and decided to discuss their relationship seriously. No more hiding, if this should work they had to work out their issues. Even though there had been screaming, fighting, tears and breakdown the next day they woke up next to each other and maybe their relationship wasn´t magically perfect but now they both believed in a future together,

Notes: I am so sorry. Kill me Now!

#skk week #soukoku week 2017 #osamu dazai #nakahara chuuya #dazai x chuuya #day 7 #free day #fluffy #at first

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chom-raaa · 8 years

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A long winding commentary on Home is Where the Heart Is Ch14 (by setosdarkness)

@athina39 whoops this got really out of hand…

This week a lot of my favorites fics have updated and I’m like hmmm HIWTHI will probably update any time now. I have zero self-control when I read this fic, so I spent my whole break, and most of my commute reading. And most of my evening to write this because I did not expect it to be so big (^v ^;)

“…I could hear the number of exclamation points on that. Is that not acceptable?” Tachihara is so adorable, and I love how he’s similar to Atsushi when it comes to Akutagawa, and how Chuuya learned “life skills” from Atsushi lolololololol!! But dammit Chuuya, so clueless, thinking that Tachihara is “such a nice guy” and a “great kouhai” even though he’s acting like Atsushi, even though he knows Atsushi is madly in love. But then I guess Chuuya doesn’t see why someone would love him Q.Q Also, I like the mention of how Chuuya could predict Tachihara’s response “even if he doesn’t have Flawless.” The way flawless and Oda just kind of slip into his thought process kajsdhfajks

I love how Chuuya’s apartment has become all colorful and vibrant with flowers and nice things jdaklhfdkjadshf and DAZAI IS JUST A PART OF IT!!!!

And when the waitress was smiling at Chuuya for dabbing his napkin at Tachihara’s face and he assumes it means she’s approving of that “normal action”, because he thinks it’s normal when Dazai does it. Because apparently he’s not anything special to Dazai so what Dazai does with him is normal, not anything particularly special CHUUYA PLEASE

Also I think everyone reading this fic has adopted Higuchi’s dying seal sound *nods*

Chuuya’s still concerned about his little outing with Dazai after his date awwwwwwww

Dazai knowing Chuuya’s schedule better than him, making all these arrangements for him (“blackout curtains and the hypoallergenic bedding” whooooa), practically managing his life for him what a waifu <3 I also love the thing where Chuuya throws forks and knives at Dazai who effortlessly deflects all the attacks with a spoon, how married they are *Higuchi squealing noises*</p>

YURI ON ICE. YURI ON ICE. That’s all I’m gonna say.

I love love love how Chuuya goes to pray for Dazai’s safety while Tachihara wondered if he was planning sea travel and how it mirrors one of the previous chapters and aaaaaaaaahhhhhhh

ANGST RANT #1

Chuuya feels left out of the loop because all these things are happening without him: everyone on some secret assignment and apparently it’s not important that he knows. “He—he’s useless when it comes to strategies and planning.” And he’s just trying to justify all of it, because he’s just not good enough to be included or something like that (but no Chuuya you’re such a good boss!!!!)

Moving on to Chuuya’s expectations. He can’t seem to expect anything good from Dazai and even when good things happen he just assumes it’s temporary and something else is coming later (poor baby).

“I try not to expect Dazai’s good behavior whenever possible” Because Dazai let him down too many times Q.Q

And how he just savors every moment they have together because who knows when it will all just come to abrupt halt?? Like that scene where Dazai booked a room with only one bed and he just enjoys the moment because “after all, once Dazai decides that he’d like to leave again, there will be no repeat performances of this comforting closeness anymore”. And when they screw up the ice skating tournament and it was all such a mess but Chuuya saw it as “a chance to dance that closely, intimately, with Dazai, but that’s neither here nor there”. He perceives it as a “chance”, an opportunity, something good that he wants to hold on to. Despite being so involved in each others’ lives it’s like Chuuya is falling the whole time and bracing for impact, preparing himself for the worst, but then it’s only natural.

And once again with how Chuuya rationalizing Dazai’s behavior. “Dazai laughs - but it’s soft instead of grating. Though that’s probably because…” and there’s always a reason because it simply CANNOT be what he wants it to be. All the excuses are better than making assumptions, because look where that got him in the past.

Poor Chuuya just avoiding the route with the greatest potential of pain QAQ It’s so sad that someone who usually takes things head-on would distort his thoughts ignore some really obvious signs because it’s brought him so much pain.

When Dazai talks about them spending the next New Year’s together “Chuuya smiles, because that kind of promise is nice, but ultimately means nothing. It’s nice, if only in this moment though.” OMG he wants this so bad but he’s so resigned to the fact that Dazai’s just going leave at some point alksdjalksdjf

I love the texts Chuuya gets from everyone. I love how distinct their voices are <3 Atsushi freaking about chazuke, Aku thanking Chuuya for helping him make chazuke (gimme all the akuatsuuuu). Aku warning Chuuya about Dazai, I just love the way he talks about Dazai now go Aku!! Yosano and Kouyou? Ranpo wants to give Poe gifts akjsdfhkajdshf! </p>

Some notes on Dazai: “Does that guy need anything aside from your company anyway?” *more dying seal noises* I just love the way Steinbeck says that like it’s common sense and that the oh-so-tricky Dazai is so obvious and predictable in his affections. And Dazai always replying to texts if they’re from Chuuya, trying to be there in his own way I guess *cheering Dazai on*

“I am helpless against your beauty and I’ll need your company to cure me of this lovesickness” OMG I almost died of laughter (maybe we all kind of have that feeling for Chuuya tho), but then I read the next part where Chuuya thinks it’s some kind of code and then later: “Did you just fucking imply that my looks made you sick?!” aaahahahahahaha I’m dead XD

ATUSUSHI SASS APPRECIATION

“Ah, so the man-tiger really sounds threatening when said by mafia members. I thought it was just Akutagawa.”

“Do you really want to know what i call him, Chuuya-san?” I love Atsu’s not-so-innocent side

And when Chuuya denies missing Dazai and Atsu’s all like"Are you excited about Fukuzawa’s return then?“ LOLOL

Aku’s "I’m going to the hospital” comment. Period.

ANGST RANT #2

OK so the mistletoe, which has all sorts of romantic connotation and stuff, sacred plant of a goddess of love, all magical and etc etc, but then Chuuya says “Mistletoe are parasites, pests….They…kill trees. And stuff” as if he’s talking about how loving Dazai was killing him.

And before they have their indirect “kiss” there’s “Because things have ultimately not changed, have they? They can’t change–because that would mean—“ and he’s just not ready to accept that yet. Not an actual kiss. Puh-lease.

Back to my earlier point on Chuuya anticipating loss and disappointment; he knows he wants this with Dazai, he slowed down all of those moments he had to be close to him, but he just can’t see a happy ending. And Dazai just kind of confirms it too, telling Chuuya he’s going to Russia with Mori and Fukuzawa last minute and leaving just like that. Not really telling him the details of his mission.

And “Dazai siphons the life out of him, leaving him with work, work, work. It’s just like before, only with more phone contacts and more Facebook friends, this time. He wonders if he should feel happy for expecting this all along.” Draining him LIKE THE DAMN MISTLETOE.

Dazai not telling Chuuya that he’s really moved in with him. How Atsushi knows, everyone knows, but not Chuuya. Once again left out of the loop.

ANGST RANT #3

“Dazai claimed to never lie on negotiations and what happened back then–was a negotiation, nothing else……Dazai Osamu is a fucking liar” The way he rejects Dazai’s confession, the way he’s forced himself to see their relationships ajkdfhajksdhfkajsh

“Chuuya’s heart beats staccato beats of misery and hurt, as he watches Dazai’s face remain impassive, in control. He hates it.” This contrast between Chuuya’s turmoil and Dazai’s perceived calmness, Dazai sort of making his decisions for him, running him in circles just because he could predict his reactions. How frustrating, how unfair. The table flip was so impactful in this scene. How can he struggle for autonomy against someone who can grasp everything in the palm of his hand?

Dazai’s trying to be careful but his lack of transparency is one of their biggest problems, way to go Dazai. Just because you know he’s going to reject you doesn’t mean that you can just hide things and not let him do it. Let this poor man decide T.T I do acknowledge his effort though.

Chuuya’s three years of trying to be normal falling apart, I love how he corrected it to eight years, because he’s been struggling for so much longer.

(Mori asking Dazai to be the PM’s new Boss? Ouch, OUCH)

“’And I’m just the sharpest tool in your box.’” He’s been holding that one in hasn’t he? The way Dazai was his world while to Dazai he was just an object to be used.

And holy shit Dazai, telling Chuuya that they can’t have normal things because they’re monsters. Chuuya’s been struggling so long to find self-worth, to finally deserve to live among normal people…I would imagine that he would have these feelings for sure, being such a kind person doing such wicked things, but then it was because DAZAI was the one who said it, who invalidated his feelings, that hurt him the most. *sobbing*

Chuuya’s actually crying now, finally falling apart after keeping it together for so long, but Dazai can’t just kiss those tears away now like he did after his nightmare. Because all of those insecurities and scars are coming right back to reality now.

“Eight years ago and Chuuya would have carved out his own, beating heart, the moment Dazai said that it’s part of the plan.” The way this was written, from the wording to the buildup from the previous paragraphs, was so raw and painful I had to stop reading for a moment because sweet Mother Theresa on the hood of a Mercedes Benz Chuuya needs so much love.

He wants proof, perfectly acceptable because there is overwhelming evidence of Dazai hurting Chuuya. The little bits of him caring for Chuuya are overshadowed by Chuuya’s Dazai-is-pain-I-can’t-come-close-or-I-won’t-be-able-to-bounce-back-again mode. Especially when Dazai is STILL hiding things from him. Still making his choices for him. And despite all of his efforts he feels as if nothing’s changed. Dazai’s still lying, he can’t be normal, can’t escape from the past, “He’s the only one truly disgraced here, tainted with darkness, tainted with the budding light of hope that will never fully bloom.”

Dazai asking for him to just believe even if there’s no proof is outrageous at this point.

But then akjdhfaksjhfaksjadfh Dazai’s all desperate and just pleading for him not to push him away how heartbreaking.

They’re going to need a catalyst to get back together right? Please send help!

Thanks so much for this wonderful update!! So intense adfasajkfhaskjhdjk, I can’t wait to see how the characters handle this. (I did not proofread my comment so sorry if I rambled too much)

#bsd #soukoku #fic #commentary #review #chomra blabs #oh no this got way out of hand

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atsooshis · 8 years

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the bsdxace attorney and ace attorneyxbsd au no one needs but is here

bear with me i love both, this is super long and i’m clawing at grasps with the AAxBSD part but i tried

BSD x AA: still takes place in yokohama

the ADA is all one big law office and for some reason most of the cases they end up catering to are murder cases

fukuzawa is the big boss lawyer and values justice

kunikida is his apprentice, he learned most of his techniques from fuku. kinda stands as the boss whenever fuku isn’t around

dazai is kunikida’s co-council, but in the past he was a prosecutor who had pretty crooked ways- he was a mole prosecutor working under the port mafia before. he gave up his job after defeat at the hands of fuku and kuni who worked side by side on a case against him, where he was trying to indict a falsely accused defendant for the death of odasaku. he’s trying to become a defense lawyer under fuku’s discipline.

tanizaki and naomi are assitants of sorts in the office, they’re not interested in becoming lawyers or anything, they just really like the idea of bringing justice for people who deserve it

yosano’s an injury lawyer but for some reason she landed a job in the nutcase agency and has to take up murder cases, which she doesn’t mind. her additional medical knowledge helps her understand autopsy reports more.

kenji often drops by the office after fuku helped him with a property dispute in his hometown, often brings fresh produce and food for the lawyers. now knows legal lingo for his own good despite no actual interest in law as well

ranpo’s a private investigator of sorts, he’s not entirely hired by the agency, but he has his own desk in the agency because he helps them a lot, in return for fuku defending his ass in the past. he’s with the police department but tends to work on his own, as he figures out mostly everything out in a minute. makes the correct arrests. he helps the lawyers investigate cases they get even though he isn’t involved, but doesn’t really talk about the actual answers though, because he believes they should be doing their job instead of him handing them the answers.

atsushi’s a fresh law school graduate and can barely argue without crying, but fukuzawa is his inspiration as a lawyer after the man defended him against false charges after the murder of the orphanage headmaster. will fight for what is right and generally the phoenix wright of all of this, except internal tears are 100% present. he’s a good lawyer at heart and he does handle his job well but trembles after trials. believes in his clients.

kyouka’s a spirit medium from the kurain village despite taking on a different surname rather than ayasato (jp’s version of ‘fey’). atsushi had to defend her after she was accused for assassination, where she was framed by the port mafia. has grown close to him in the process and acts as a co-council of sorts for the new lawyer.

the port mafia is still there and they have moles in the prosecutor’s office and the police department

namely akutagawa, a prosecutor who has never lost a single case until atsushi comes along. while he takes on numerous cases, he’s respected enough to be able to pull strings to prosecute port mafia cases in order to indict wrong suspects involved in port mafia businesses

higuchi is in the police department as a detective, whom akutagawa constantly has to work with, much like edgeworth and gumshoe

chuuya’s also a prosecutor, while being a mafia executive

basically everything else with the mafia is the same just aku and chuuya’s in the prosecutor’s office

black lizard squad..... but in the police department. hirotsu’s a high ranking officer, tachihara and gin are officers that closely work with him

the guild is a smuggling ring honestly imagine that fucking smuggling ring in AAI god i hated that

AA x BSD: still takes place in japanifornia

anything detective agency, a specialized detective agency whose members have supernatural abilities

phoenix wright - Rise from The Ashes, heals him upon taking fatal injuries. gets hit by a car? no fucking problem. runs on a burning bridge and falls down more than 10 feet into cold rushing water? no problemo. kinda like yosano’s ability, but people and him just have to be fatally injured. additionally still has a magatama maya gives him

mia fey, maya fey, pearl fey - all three share the same channeling ability due to their fey blood. feys still have the fame from spirit channeling, it’s just not much big of a deal as it was in the AA universe. additionally, mia can manipulate her scarf. think rashomon, but not as harmful- more of a shield and an extra hand.

miles edgeworth - Logic Chess, allows him to realize what the person he’s talking to will say next depending on what he will say. also lets him deduct possibilities in a case which helps the agency in their cases. kinda like oda’s ability, but more on verbal probabilities, rather than probabilities in the future, plus ranpo’s super deduction, just super limited.

gumshoe.... is their actual detective, a private detective for them. not actually gifted, but aids edgeworth on his cases. he used to be a detective under the police department until edgeworth invites him into the agency after finding out that his failures in his job has cut his salary a lot. he’s bad at being detective, but edgeworth brought out his best after he stayed with the agency.

ema skye - a forensics expert, helps within the agency. sometimes tags along with edgeworth and gumshoe whenever she’s needed for her expertise. can see bloodstains without the use of luminol, but she has to wear her funky glasses. can also tell whose blood it is as long as she sees other comparative blood samples.

franziska von karma - a prosecutor that works with the skilled ministry. unnamed ability grants her super strength as long as she’s annoyed/angry, which is often.

godot - Fragrance of Dark Coffee lets him dispense drinks out of fucking hammerspace. any drink, really. but mostly dispenses coffees of his own blends. throws dark coffee at enemies honestly and it throws them off guard but man can he fucking fight

apollo justice - Chords of Steel, his voice enables him to unleash destructive sonic waves but he has it under control. still loud as hell but minus destruction unless he means to. additional perception ability from the gramaryes.

trucy wright - adoptive daughter of phoenix after her dad, a suspect in one of the agency’s cases, disappears. a magician still. Magic Panties lets her pull out anything and lets her put anything in it. even people. she can manipulate the space fabric containers honestly, but prefers to use the panties for her shows. despite her magic panties being her main ability, she still has the heart of a magician and devises all tricks as much as she can.

klavier gavin - Guilty Love lets him use any sound he causes to unleash destructive sound waves as well. same as apollo honestly, but more control. can make a needle drop more destructive than it should be. still a famous rock star.

thalassa - has the same perception ability apollo has. Siren’s Serenade allows her to enthrall people with her singing, making them focus only on her. not part of the agency but often visits for trucy and apollo.

athena cykes - resident psychologist of the agency. Mood Matrix allows her to hear the voice and turmoils of your heart. honestly the same thing in the AAverse, and can choose to switch her ability on and off with widget’s help. also, for some unknown reason, the agency’s best hacker.

simon blackquill - another psychologist in the agency but works with edgeworth sometimes to manipulate possible suspects into fessing up. no ability, but can cut your throat

clay terran - apollo’s best friend and assistant of sorts. not an ability user, but this guy has learned how to map the stars and impresses everyone in the agency with it. he’s actually very helpful to them and everyone appreciates him despite being not an ability user. sometimes spends time with ema and gumshoe.

juniper woods- is not part of the agency but a student in Themis Legal. has an unnamed ability that allows her to grow flora or reverse the growth of plants. generally plant-based ability, but it tires her out pretty quickly. visits the agency and gives them all treats from her garden in the mountains after they help her avoid being falsely arrested.

the Phantom - Phantomime... generally enhanced imitation ability. the same thing in AAverse honestly

nahyuta sadhmadhi - no ability but honestly has the power of the Holy Mother™. the whole defiant dragons and khura’in’s shitty history doesn’t happen so he isn’t a prosecutor or anything, but he does fly to the US to visit apollo to see how he’s doing in that weird agency he got himself into

rayfa khura’in - enhanced insights anywhere as long as there’s water she can dance around on honestly. her insights aren’t as dull as they were in the AAverse, and while she can let images appear in the water, she experiences the victim’s last moment herself within her mind, and this lets her make correct judgements whether a defendant is guilty or not.

idk what else i was gonna write more about the port mafia counterpart in this but this is so long already honestly and i have no idea what to do with that

#luna mumbles #bsd #bungou stray dogs #ace attorney #aa #gyakuten saiban

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This week plunged us right back, head first, into the story of an old god of destruction, the ghost of an evil man and fifteen year old Chuuya and Dazai chasing after them. Almost immediately, I prefered this episode to the last. And that’s saying something because I quite liked the last one.

Do you guys like my gif. I’ve been making them lately. Also – all the spoilers, if you haven’t seen the episode, it’ll be like you did after reading this!

oh why thank you…ok, so this review is going to be positive..I mean, you can’t buy me!

We open on a dizzyingly well animated action scene as Chuuya and Dazai have to deal with the armed welcome committee they encountered at the mansion. Of course I always knew that Chuuya has an extremely powerful gift, but I had never quite gotten my mind around all the potential applications. Seeing him fight multiple enemies with childish glee was impressive and mesmerizing. It gave me a new appreciation for just how cool gravity manipulation is.

And a few minutes later, I got a whole new appreciation for just how terrifying Dazai is. There’s always been something uncomfortable about Dazai’s character. Bungou Stray Dogs tends to be bloodless and lighthearted in general so his personality has always been skimmed over or used for laughs but Dazai is not o.k…. Not at all. He pushes way past anti-hero into actual villain territory pretty often. I guess what Mori said last episode was true. Those two really are alike.

and we had started off so well…

About 5 minutes in and I was fully captivated. The visuals were stunning, the character developments riveting and the atmosphere somehow managed to be disturbing, ominous and yet cheerful all at once. Superimposing ll that violence over such a beautiful lush garden on a sunny afternoon. Good move.

I don’t remember exactly when it cut in, but we also got an OP for the first time this week. It was decent. I quite liked the song. The visuals were mostly stylized still images. No special but good.

Turns out the ability user they were visiting, and those armed guys were trying to take out, was none other than Rando. I had to look it up last week to find out it’s actually Arthur Rimbaud (french poet – good one – died quite young). There was something both sneering and incredibly fitting at watching the eternally cold Rimbaud dispassionately throwing books into his fire lace to keep warm. As a big fan of the poet, that scene resonated with me. I like to think that he would have enjoyed it.

is the state of the mansion a reference to how Rimbaud died in poverty? ohhh I made myself sad.

Basically this s what we know so far. 8 years ago, a god like creature named Arahabaki almost destroyed an entire city with an explosion of *black flame* then disappeared. In the past weeks, there have been sightings of those black flames again with the Port Mafia’s old boss at the center. Rimbaud was a witness at one of the last sightings.

Dazai is pretty sure the whole thing is an elaborate hoax. A simple chemical reaction can make ordinary flames look black and there are many ways to make people think they saw someone who isn’t there. Especially in stressful conditions. But who would be putting on this hoax.

As for the armed guys. They’re just a rival faction. Rimbaud’s new loyalty to Mori is helping calm down and unify the Port Mafia. If he were to suddenly be dispatched (especially in a see of black flames) that could spark mutiny in the ranks and greatly weaken the organisation. I dunno why I bothered writing about these guys. Chuuya already took care of them.

wait, you’re getting ahead here

Dazai isn’t the least bit thrown off when Rimbaud tells him what what he saw was definitely not a hoax, but it wasn’t the od boss either. He describes his encounter with Arahabaki and is visibly still shaken by it.

At this point I was intrigued. BSD is very loose with it’s rules. There definitely could be a great old god out there. Heck, there could even be a vengeful mafia boss ghost. This should really not be playing in the show’s favour. Universes where everything’s possible tend to get boring, and flashbacks with characters we know have no long term stakes. Yet, I’m eating this up so far. It’s well paced and interesting. They manage to make this bonker story just convincingly enough for me to want to find out what happens next.

Well what does happen next is some comedy relief banter between Chuuya and Dazai. Chuuya has a running gag that he’s only 15 and is going to get taller. it’s cute. They also make some silly bet at an arced, because they’re kids. Whoever figures out who’s behind it all first, get to boss the other one round. It’s always hard to tell with Dazai, but I think he might actually like Chuuya.

oh Chuuya…so easy…

Some bad timing means that Chuuya has an unfortunate encounter with some Sheep members and gets himself thrown out for collaborating with the Port Mafia. One thing I noticed throughout the episode, is that everybody seems to know Chuuya. No one knows Dazai. I wonder why he’s so popular!

Usually when shows have genius characters that can figure/plan everything out, there’s a fair bit of contrivances and intuitive leaps going on. It’s very difficult to consistently write these archetypes in a satisfying way. Dazai is no exception. But this time it worked. Because it was very simple. That’s the key to making your mysteries impactful. keep them straightforward.

and to the point

Dazai is throwing Chuuya a party to celebrate his new freedom with Rimbaud as the only guest. Let’s face it, neither of these guys have many friends. While waiting for the guest of honor Dazai an Rimbaud chat a bit and the conversation falls n the bet. At this point Dazai reveals he’s won and he knows the culprit.

In traditional sitcom style, Dazai calmy points at Rimbaud as the traitor both men just pleasantly chat while Dazai explains. This is where I was expecting a flood of coincidences and hard to follow mental contortionist but no. Simple answers are the best answers. Rimbaud’s description of the events of the previous week insisted on him seeing the sea. Yet he would have been in the middle of the crater. The sea is clearly not visible from there. The scene he described, could only have taken place before the xplosion 8 years ago.

And speaking of explosions, Chuuya sure knows how to make an entrance.

congratulations, you’re guilty!

Seems Chuuya also figured out it was Rimbaud behind it all but how? He simply says that all the other witnesses described seeing the boss’ face while Rimbaud described the actual Arahabaki and is simply not possible….

The episode ends on a shocking reveal. The fact that there was something that Dazai had not anticipated! I know, jaw dropped!

right!!!

But you must be asking yourselves. What exactly aren’t you ready for Irina??? Well basically this felt like an ending. That season 2 opening arc I keep droning on about was adapted from a light novel rather than the manga proper. It was a side story meant to give Dazai a bit of background. Thi explains the shift in tone and pacing. It was riveting. A bit of research has revealed that the present episodes are also adapted from a light novel. It’s entirely possible that the last second reveal marked the end of this particular journey and that next episode will bring us back to the present.

And I’m not ready. Sure I would love to see the rest of the gang again but I still have so many questions. I can guess Rimbaud’s motivations. He was not quite as loyal to Mori as he seemed and considering Mori staged a coup, he’s made plenty of enemies. There’s no need to go into that much deeper but, what about Chuuya. His character is up in the air right now. Not to mention Dazai who is rather worryingly unhinged at this point. Why did Mori bring them together in the first place.

And beyond the questions, I’m still enjoying this more mature and severe story. It has consequences and a lot of questionable morality. I enjoy shades of grey. I’m not ready to say goodbye to the comedy duo of angsty teenage Dazai and Chuuya. I hope to see them again next week. Fingers crossed!

agreed

in the meantime, you can see them in the dozens of screencaps I took!

Bungo Stray Dogs 3 -2 : I’m Not Ready This week plunged us right back, head first, into the story of an old god of destruction, the ghost of an evil man and fifteen year old Chuuya and Dazai chasing after them.

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10 for shin soukoku please?

10. staring at the other’s lips, trying not to kiss them, before giving in

this kinda falls into Thread After Thread’s vague continuation

i am no longer taking prompts don’t send any please thanks

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For a good few minutes after the virus had gone out of his bloodstream, Akutagawa didn’t feel any different. He was too used to sickness to mark individual symptoms apart; his asthma had been so bad as a child that he could hardly breathe, and it was still bad enough as an adult that brute physical exertion cost him like nothing else. It was a weakness he had to make up for in power. In the wake of the ability-virus’s disappearance, his best indicator that his body felt lighter was Nakajima’s own newly-flushed face.

He had gone very pale in the few minutes previous. Blue-lipped and and blue-veined. Akutagawa had been too weak to do more than watch him fall to the ground and writhe, as the tiger’s regenerative abilities struggled against that man’s gift.

“We should go,” Nakajima grunted eventually.

He was still laid onto the stone ground amidst fallen debris. His elbow shook when he pushed himself into a sitting position; he had to twist around to look at Akutagawa.

“Then go,” Akutagawa replied, meeting his eyes. “Your presence is not in any way required or wanted.”

“Can you even move?”

He couldn’t. “Rashoumon—”

“No,” Nakajima cut in. His breathing was loud, wheezing, and Akutagawa gathered that his ribs must still be broken; still he stood on his own feet and made his way closer, and Akutagawa couldn’t mask the hiss of pain he let out when Nakajima’s foot prodded his side. “God, you’re a mess.”

“You think I care what you—”

His words were interrupted by the bright and irresistible need to cough, burning in his throat and mouth and nose. The fit made the ache in his belly worsen, and soon Akutagawa was folded in two over the ground, unable to breathe in more than was needed to cough back.

He felt something touch his shoulder through the haze of pain, heard Nakajima’s faint voice, “Hey, oh, oh God, Akutagawa are you—”

“Shut up,” Akutagawa rasped out.

There was metal on his tongue, slick and warm. Akutagawa swallowed the blood down despite his nausea. He rubbed his tongue over his teeth until he was relatively sure that they wouldn’t be stained with it.

Then he stood up, pushing away Nakajima’s utterly unhelpful hands. The world only wavered around him for a few seconds.

“You don’t look good,” Nakajima said.

“Neither do you.”

“You…! You know what, whatever. Fine.” The boy sucked in an irritated breath—it still rang too loud in the silence of the cave, hollow, like the inside of a cathedral. “Walk on your own, you idiot.”

That was more familiar at least. Akutagawa could deal with Nakajima’s aggression easily, could deflect it and throw it back and walk away unscathed. He had no idea what to do with Nakajima’s sympathy.

He had no idea what to do with his own sympathy either. It seemed every time he blinked he could once again see the face Nakajima had made then—could hear him say, “He’s not dead,” about the man who created him. Wide-eyed, meek, stilled by age-old terror.

Akutagawa didn’t want to think about how easy it had been to let Rashoumon fit around the man-tiger’s body after that.

“I think my ribs’re okay now,” Nakajima muttered as they walked toward the exit. A glance toward him told Akutagawa that he was, indeed, poking them with his fingers.

“I can hear your broken bones,” he replied dryly.

“That’s just me being afraid to breathe right, though. See—” he inhaled loudly, theatrically, holding the air in for a long second before releasing it. His grin was bright despite the blood and dust sticking to his face. “All good.”

“I’m not interested in hearing you gloat,” Akutagawa said between his teeth.

“I wish there was a way I could transfer it to other people,” Nakajima mused, ignoring him entirely. “Like when you used Rashoumon with me earlier. That was pretty cool. I could heal you up in no time.”

It gave Akutagawa pause; his steps faltered, coming to a stop before he realized it. They were still far enough from the entrance that the only light around came out of the emergency lamps scattered along the tunnel.

“Why would you want to heal me?” he asked.

Nakajima met his eyes with confusion. “I just—it’d be practical, you know? If I could heal you. It’s a little unfair that I’m the only one who can.”

“Will you also try to heal me when I decide to beat you to death, man-tiger?”

“You’re not going to kill me.”

Fury shook through Akutagawa’s bones, then, stronger than the coughing earlier—stronger than Nakajima’s grief in his belly as they both sank through mud, gasping breath after breath.

“I will kill you,” Akutagawa said, voice closer to a growl than a whisper. He forced himself to cross the distance between them and grab Nakajima by the torn collar of his shirt. Nakajima’s hand wrapped itself around his wrist immediately, fingernails turned to claws but not sinking in yet. “And when I do, you will wish you had never spoken of healing me.”

“What’s wrong with you?” Nakajima spat out, irritated and—tired, Akutagawa though, some hint of desperate confusion making his shoulders slump. “We just fought together. We’re stronger together. I know you felt it too.”

Akutagawa didn’t need to ask him what it was.

“We’re not allies, man-tiger—”

“Call me by my name.”

“No,” Akutagawa said. “We are not partners.”

Akutagawa had seen true partners in the past. He had witnessed the depth of Double Black’s bond, the underlying current of trust between Dazai and Chuuya, one which had held true for years through fight and opposition. He had spent too long in the shadow of that connection not to understand that he could never obtain anything like it.

No matter that he had wanted it, for a second, seeing himself in the shadow of Nakajima’s fear.

Nakajima raised his chin defiantly, and Akutagawa couldn’t help but look at his mouth again. It was no longer deathly blue. No longer wet with blood.

“I do not need you to accomplish anything,” Akutagawa said, watching as Nakajima licked his lips, baring his sharp teeth for a single second. “I have never needed anyone.”

“Needing help from time to time isn’t a weakness.”

Akutagawa looked back at Nakajima’s eyes. They were striking even in the dark, entirely purple for lack of light to make them shine gold, but it didn’t matter; Akutagawa knew that they did.

He didn’t move as Nakajim’s other hand, fully human, came to rest on his shoulder.

“Why are you so upset that someone wants to heal you?” Nakajima asked quietly.

It was so very easy to imagine it. Akutagawa could almost feel the headiness that came with being painless after too long nursing wounds. He could imagine Nakajima finding a way to transfer the tiger’s regeneration to him, healing him after every fight, after every training. He could imagine never again being made to walk home on broken legs.

Nakajima’s hand tightened around his collar, mirroring Akutagawa’s hold on his. His eyes weren’t looking at Akutagawa’s anymore.

This was, also, easy to picture.

No, Akutagawa thought. It was barely loud enough to be heard by himself.

“I don’t want that beast anywhere near me,” he said.

“You’re lying,” Nakajima accused, winded.

“I don’t lie.”

“Right.”

Akutagawa clenched his teeth. “I hate you,” he said, tugging Nakajima closer harshly, regardless of the fact that he sounded as if he were trying to convince himself of it.

Nakajima looked up from infinitely reachable distance, his eyes dark and his mouth curved softly. “Right,” he repeated.

He inched closer tentatively nose-to-nose then lips-to-lips, not quite touching. Akutagawa felt him withhold his breath and steady his grip, and it wasn’t surprise that kept him from moving away.

He closed his eyes and leaned down.

Nakajima wasn’t smiling anymore. If anything he seemed stone-still under Akutagawa’s touch, his lips stripped of all bravado to make way for what he guessed to be inexperience. His hand was bare on Akutagawa’s neck, though, letting go of cloth to press directly onto skin; and when Akutagawa grabbed his hair to place him better, to fit their mouths together more firmly, all Nakajima did was hum in appreciation.

He was strikingly shy at this. Akutagawa had only one other person to compare him with, and he had known that they would be nothing alike—Chuuya was assured in everything he did, confident to a fault, broader than life itself. His kiss had been nothing more than a gift, a thank you. He was not someone Akutagawa had ever hoped to keep for himself.

This, though, he thought dazedly; Nakajima’s want-laced anger, his thirst for belonging, his attempts at companionship that were harder and harder to resist; the hitch in his breathing, the heat of his flushed skin in direct contact with his own; this, Akutagawa could claim as his.

He hadn’t wanted something so strongly before. Not while fearing it so much.

Nakajima pulled away first, his gasp dying over Akutagawa’s lips, and if he had been pale with sickness earlier now he was crimson from ears to neck. His skin would be fever-hot if Akutagawa were to touch it again.

He didn’t.

“Let’s go,” he said. Every beat of his heart was painful against his bruised ribs.

“Akutagawa—”

“Not now, Nakajima.”

It was enough to shock him back into silence. Akutagawa turned away from him, only slightly regretting the warmth of his body once the tunnel’s cold air surrounded him again.

A name was a small price to pay for the peace necessary to cut his yearning in the making. It didn’t matter that his lips stung at the sound of it, damp as they were from Nakajima’s own.

#bsd #shin soukoku #akuatsu #akutagawa ryuunosuke #nakajima atsushi #answered #anon #tumblr fic #fic: thread after thread

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