#Chuuya x oc

[featherphoenixart]

Commission for Caffios via VGen.

[still-fatemeh]

"nothin' quite like how a dog loves"

Beast chuuya x OC

°•I’ve grown accustomed to it all, and have leaned to bear it but sometimes any degree of loneliness can bring you down•°

Chuuya's muscles were screaming at him. It felt like all the liquid in his body had evaporated, leaving the joints dry and painful. His head was the worst part. It was throbbing, begging him not to get up, to stay in that semi-peaceful slumber,

to rest.

He jolted awake in a familiar bed.

His own bed, his own apartment.

That assisted a tiny bit in soothing his nerves. He didn’t want to wake up in Port Mafia's infirmary, everyone would be there, looking at the unstoppable force that the executive, the right hand man of the boss, Nakahara Chuuya was, passed out and unable to move. Expressing pity at his state and saying they're sure he'd get back on his feet as soon as possible.

He tried to get out of bed in his hazy state, but a hand gently pressed him back down. He tried to resist it and fully get up, but he felt a light sting in his left hand. He groggily twisted his neck in that direction to identify what was causing him pain and try to get rid of it. He lifted his left arm, reaching to get the needle out of his skin and get up. But his right wrist was saized before he managed to get rid of the IV drip. He kept at it, still trying to get rid of the needle that pricked his skin in that ill state.

He needed to get up, he needed to go.

But where?

He heard someone click their tongue and he recognised her when she leaned down to whisper to him. The ends of her long black locks tickling his senses.

"Chuuya, can you hear me?"

Of course he could hear her! What has she taken him for? A retard?

His ears worked perfectly, or at least he thought they did, because as she moved closer and he could finally see her, he could see her lips moving but he couldn't hear anything. His field of vision was limited, and everything was blurred.

Has the lights in his bedroom always been this blinding?

His head was forcing him to shut his eyes, but he persisted, kept looking up at takako as she spelt out the words for him.

Three - hours - since - you - passed out

Don't worry - Don't move - everything's fine

Why was she talking to him like that? How dare she talk to him like she would do to a toddler! What's next, forcing a pacifier into his mouth to put him to sleep? Her audacity...

His lungs felt like they were on fire, and his ears cleared up a bit. He still couldn't hear anything but white noise. His ears were ringing, but the first thing he heard clearly was the sound of himself gasping, begging for air to get in that Godforsaken lungs of his so could finally breathe. God... He sounded so pathetic, choking like a dying animal, but he couldn’t help it. He needed air. He needed it more than anything else. But it was as if the air around him was devoid of oxygen, refusing to cooperate and go to his goddamn lungs.

"Please," He wanted to beg,

"This hurts..."

"So what?" He heard another voice say. He whipped his head in the direction of the voice so quickly that it felt like his neck had snapped.

"You've been through worse. Get up!" The voice barked at him. Despite the fact that it was eerily familiar, he couldn't place it. He had no idea who that voice belonged to or what it was.

"Or lie down and die."

He knew this one very well, the bastard who'd wormed his way into boss's seat. He needed to kill him, snap that puny neck of his, and get over with it...

"lie down and die."

Dazai whispered again, this time in a tone filled with melancholy, but chuuya couldn't see it as anything but condescension.

"lie down and die, chuuya."

It was as if that bastard was talking to a dog, ordering him around like that! He needed to kill that bastard, he had to-

"CHUUYA!"

Takako's voice came out harsher this time as she attempted to force him down again.

But he...

He wanted to kill that bastard. He needed to finish it this time. The rage felt excruciating to bear. It was blinding him more than he already was. He had to get up, to keep moving...

He jerked up his left hand, ripping the IV catheter out of his skin. Blood spattered the pristine white sheets that had replaced his black and scarlet bed covers.

Takako forcibly pushed him down this time, he opened his mouth to protest, to tell her to fuck off. Get the fuck out of his face, out of his house.

But before he could utter a single word, bile rose to his throat, and he retched.

He wished it was only dry heaving because no... he had to puke his guts out right then and there.

Disgusting, that was disgusting.

Some of it, no a lot of it got on ko's shirt. His hand moved aimlessly to try and push her away, to get her to stop looking at him and the pathetic little mess he was. But she just stood there, keeping a gauze on his vein after he ripped the needle out and rubbed soothing circles on his back.

He wanted it to end. He wanted to disappear.

God, he needed to get up.

He had to get up.

The vomit stained the bedsheets once more, and he felt like it wasn't gonna end.

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After he spilt out everything he'd eaten the day before he used corruption, he sat up straight as he attempted to get out of bed, dazed.

There was nothing in the world that he hated more than the recovery process that came after corruption.

But he just sat there as takako moved around, wrapping bandages around the area that was freshly wounded due to his stubborn need to pluck the IV needle out of his skin and pulling the sheets off the bed so she could replace them with clean ones.

"A nurse would've sufficed. Why are you here?"

His voice came out small and strained. On the contrary, his gaze was steely, his jaw clenched.

"Please... Do you think a nurse would've been enough to handle your antics?" She said, raising her hand to brush his hair away from his face.

He felt the soft pad of her finger against his skin as she brushed the copper strands of hair out of his face. She wasn't wearing any gloves. Her hand felt cold on his forehead, working its magic to cool the bonfire that burned away in his head.

[cryptydz]

whenever i see chuuya x oc art and chuuya is the taller one i have to sit there for a solid ten minutes trying to figure out how insanely short op's character is for this to even be possible

[anonymousewrites]

There's a Will; There's a Way Christmas Special

Dazai Osamu x Fem! Reader

Chuuya Nakahara x Fem! Original Character

Christmas Special

            “Your snowman is as short as you, Chuuya!” said Dazai.

            “Shut up, Mackerel,” said Chuuya. He summoned his ability, and the Dazai’s snowman crumbled with gravity.

            “Hey!” whined Dazai.

            “Leave him alone,” said (Y/N). “Just like the cherry blossoms, they can be at the park during the winter.”

            “You’re so nice,” sighed Dazai.

            “Hey, why do we like her?” said Akira from where she was making a snowman with (Y/N).

            “I thought for my good looks and charm,” joked (Y/N).

            “You definitely have a lot of that,” said Dazai, kissing their cheek.

            “Ew,” said Chuuya.

            Dazai flipped him off.

            Over to the side, Atsushi sighed. Akutagawa hit Atsushi.

            “Focus!” said Akutagawa. If Dazai was making a snowman, so would he.

            “Don’t hit Atsushi,” scolded Yosano.

            “They’re just having fun,” said Jun’ichiro, smiling with Naomi.

            “Why are we fraternizing with the Port Mafia?” said Kunikida.

            “Because we’re just here to enjoy the snow, too,” said Hirotsu.

            “Right,” said Higuchi, smiling.

            From beside her, Tachihara sweat-dropped. “Not that there is a lot of enjoyment…”

            Chuuya and Dazai were squabbling again.

            “(Y/N) will handle it,” said Yosano.

            “The nice one?” said Higuchi.

            “Is that what she’s known as?” said Kunikida, sighing.

            Gin shrugged.

            “She’s tougher than she looks,” said Yosano, smiling.

            “Hey, Akutagawa~ Look over her!” said Dazai.

            “Yes, Dazai?” said Akutagawa, snapping to attention.

            Whoof!

            A snowball hit him in the face, and Dazai laughed out loud.

            Whap!

            A snowball hit Dazai’s face, and he had a comically shocked expression. Akira cackled happily. Akutagawa swiftly grabbed snow to hit her, and Atushi was balling snow next.

            “Oh, dear,” said Hirotsu and Kunikida simultaneously.

            Within moments, the entire park and all of the ADA and Port Mafia were engaged in a giant snowball fight. Atsushi and Akutagawa were throwing snowballs at Akira and Dazai (strange team ups, but that was the truth). Yosano, Higuchi, Naomi, and Gin were whipping up snowballs faster than most people could think and throwing them at whoever they spotted. In a defensive move, Jun’ichiro and Tachihara moved together to hide from their sisters and friends. (Kouyou just grabbed Kyouka to remove her from the line of fire).

            “Hey, (Y/N), want to step in on this chaos?” said Kunikida.

            (Y/N) looked at him, back at the park, and back at him. She grinned.

            “Oh no,” said Kunikida.

            “Not stepping in?” said Hirotsu.

            “She is not,” sighed Kunikida.

            “Chuuya, what do you say to teaming up?” said (Y/N).

            Chuuya considered for just a moment before grinning. “Sounds like a plan.”

            (Y/N) and Chuuya looked at the crowd. Green and red glows appeared around them as There’s a Will; There’s a Way and Upon the Tainted Sorrow activated. A giant barrage of snowballs formed through their abilities.

            “Three…two…one,” said (Y/N).

            “Go,” said Chuuya.

            They threw out their hands, and snowballs attacked the rest of the teams, who yelped at the new attacks and dove for cover.

            “Traitor!” cried Dazai, receiving a snowball to the face.

            (Y/N) laughed. “Just strategic!”

            “I’ll cover you, take her down!” said Akira. “Then I’ll get Chuuya.”

            “Try me!” said Chuuya, grabbing another snowball. Akira dodged the next throw, scooped up snow, and pitched it at (Y/N).

            (Y/N) ducked, and Dazai tackled her. They landed in the snow, and (Y/N) laughed as Dazai smothered her with snow. She flipped them over, but Dazai kept a tight hold of her waist, and they rolled down a hill of snow together. Dazai chuckled as he hugged her.

            “You’re not getting away from me!” he said.

            “I’m still winning this,” said (Y/N), grabbing snow and pushing it into his face.

            Dazai spluttered but smirked. Pulling (Y/N) in, he kissed her.

            “Ah, your lips are cold!” said (Y/N), pulling back.

            “Aha, a weakness,” said Dazai.

            (Y/N) chuckled and pulled him in. “I’ll just warm them up.”

            “Tease,” said Dazai.

            “You love me,” said (Y/N).

            “I do,” said Dazai, gazing at her adoringly.

            (Y/N) smiled and promptly shoved a handful of snow into his face again. Dazai blankly stared as she wiggled out from under him and laughed.

            “I win!”

            Dazai gazed up at her with a soft smile. Yes. My heart. Every time.

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@snowy-violet

[thatkarleesidraws]

Ugh, they make me sick…

OCxCanon!

No hate on Ann please! >:(

[universesweetheart]

Washed Up (Chuuya x Reader)

Just look at him! So cute, I just wanna love him up!! 

Anygays Nice to meet y’all I’m Mars. I really hope you liked this and I am open to requests because I want to start posting on here. 

We basically wash his hair and pamper him because he’s best boy and he freaking deserves it! I love this short king so much, all the kisses to him. P.s we have the same height.

Bye now - Mars ♡

Chuuya stares at your naked body with a flushed face, honestly when did he get so lucky. All the words you were saying lost to his ears until you snapped your fingers a couple of times.

“Where did you go?” You tease and offers him your hand, “Come on get out your clothes and in here” smiling sweetly at him.

You and Chuuya have been dating for almost a year now and it has been one hell of a ride. He was such an amazing lover, always so kind and caring and you felt the need to overcompensate to pay him back. He spent too much money on you. At this point you were convinced he just had a shopping addiction and was using you as an excuse.

You sat down in the bathtub, smiling as you remembered how he teased you for choosing the last pink bath bomb earlier.

Chuuya strips eagerly and steps into the bathtub and sits down between your legs, resting his back against your chest and allowing his head to fall onto your shoulders.

“Chuu-“

“Just let me stay like this for 5 seconds darling” he whispered and when your eyes fell upon his face, he had his eyes closed and a slight smile on his face.

The urge to kiss him was too strong to resist so that’s what you did, you kissed him on the tip of his nose. The action seemed to take Chuuya by surprise as his eyes shot open and stared at you.

“Giving into an impulsive thought, you didn’t even look that cute” You defended yourself and he laughed and sat up. “Oh please you know you love me”

“I will think about that and get back to you within 3 to 5 business days” You teased and wet his hair, applying some shampoo to your hands and rubbing them together, “Tell me if I’m being too rough” Applies the shampoo to his wet hair and massages his scalp gently.

He lets out a soft sigh and lowers himself again onto your chest, the back of his head smashing against your breast. “feels nice” he comments shutting his eyes and resting his hands on your legs.

“Don’t fall asleep on me now or else I’ll pull your hair”

“Don’t mind, like that” He smiled with his eyes stilled close basking in his little moment of victory.

You rolled your eyes even though he can’t see, “I can’t stand you”

“I’ll make you levitate then” he cuts back clearly liking this back to back banter the two of you are sharing right now.

“I’ll rub shampoo in your eyes” You whip, clearly enjoying this more than you’d like to admit. “Does it feel alright?” Still massaging his scalp, you gently stroke your fingers through his hair.

“Doin’ fine love”

Rinsing out the shampoo and adding conditioner to his hair you continue massaging it in. The silence in the room being comfortable and relaxing. If it wasn’t for his hands gently stroking your thighs you would have assumed he fell asleep.

“Like doing this for you” you comment as you wash out the conditioner, “want to pamper you a lot you work so hard” at this point you’re whispering. For why? You don’t know, your walls aren’t thin because surely one of your neighbors would have filed a noise complaint already with the way Chuuya have you some days or rather… some nights.

Chuuya only hums, clearly relaxed and enjoying this, you lean down and kisses his forehead, “when I adopt my pup I’m not spoiling you like this anymore” you can’t help but want to rile him up. His reactions are always so cute. You and Chuuya talked about getting a puppy together. You both thought it would be a good idea to have a little fluff ball running around the apartment.

“You’d neglect me over a dog? And here I thought you loved me” he says dramatically placing his palm over his chest.

“I do love you but I just know I’ll love my baby more” you giggle when he opens his eyes and looks up at you with a scowl on his face. “I’ll go down to the pet shop and tell them we’ve changed our minds.”

You stare at him with wide eyes, “You wouldn’t dare” Logically you know he wouldn’t. That man was smitten for you, he would never do something like that when he knows how happy it’ll make you.

“Promise to never ever ever stop pampering me?” he smiles sweetly like he wasn’t threatening to take away your, yet to be adopted, child.

“Now you’re just exploiting me” you turn your face away and whisper a small ‘fine’.

“Didn’t quite hear that, some water must have gotten into my ears” he chuckles, “I said fine you bastard” you bend down and kiss his lips feeling him smile against you before kissing you back, “Fine I will continue to spoil you rotten you big softie”

“I will drown you in this tub” Chuuya threatens.

“Love you too sweet cheeks” you bite his right cheek playfully.

[elvestoneanzelote1]

May I please have a yandere chuuya x pm!moon please (info on her is on my blog)

𝘈:𝘯- 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵! 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘰 𝘖𝘤 𝘹 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵.

𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦.

𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭.

𝘗𝘮! 𝘔𝘰𝘰𝘯 (𝘰𝘤 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳) 𝘹 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘊𝘩𝘶𝘶𝘺𝘢 𝘕𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢.

𝘐𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘧 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘵.

Her smile was like the crescent moon which is a sight to behold.

Her green eye can be compared to the jade. Maybe more precious than that of the jewel.

One may find her height intimating. Yet at the same time who can adjust their height either way. Besides she walks in such grace that criticism are like compliments and adding up to her beauty.

Her ability is also worth a praise.

A very scary ability which... This can also be the reason why she and the gravity manipulator Chuuya Nakahara get along in the first place.

At first he to be truth intimitated to approach her.

Besides being in the same organization. He didn't felt in love at first. He isn't one to be that but he did felt attracted to her.

Her hair that sways with the wind as she walk graciously in the sunglight with her umbrella covering for her from sunlight despite her using a hat.

The more time he knows more about her the more he want to be... No know her more.

He felt envious of his partner Dazai as he brought a smile on her face. Their relationship... Was sweet. After all he help her in ability control which in fact he himself have no control of his own ability either.

The most beneficial was Mori but we don't talk about him here now do we?

And besides.

It was worth it.

These patience he held to hold her hand.

The patience to slowly let her open up.

The patience... Was agonizing precisely cut the hearth of his.

But now he have her...

He is with her now.

None matters.

His reward has always... Been the sweetest till today.

"Chuuya... You seems at daze did something occurred?" Moon asked him while his arms around her waist hugging her closer as he hummed in thought.

"I'm just reminiscing"

"About?"

"That how much we have come through" he said as he twirl her strand of hair on his finger and smile softly while kissing it.

"I suppose we did came along way"

"Yeah..." He said as he lean up towards her as she lean down to him.

As tender as the kiss was Chuuya can't help but smirk as his eye on the corner took notice of the certain brown eyes that seems to widen and have a conflicted look.

"I will never let you go... Moon" he whispered to himself after breaking from the kiss as she looked at him confused yet Chuuya just smiled in satisfaction while in the corner of his eye watching the brunette that had left the cafe.

It doesn't bother him if someone watches them and the fact the cafe already is booked.

Oh the satisfaction for him to see his ex partner and moon's ex boyfriend.

To be past by and saw them from the window pane.

It was worth it to take the seat beside the window pane after all...

He won her heart now and he will not let anyone come in between them.

She is with him and that's all it matter... And nothing else matter in his eyes.

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A:n- that's all! Take care good night/morning I hope it was up to your liking.

[suukidraw]

Soooo I ended making an oc comic strip ig, am terrible at panelling and I didn’t wanna do bg, I do better next time :,,,)

[nouveauxamoris]

having a girlfriend is really ruining chuuya’s reputation

RBS APPRECIATED!

[myluckymoon]

Just imagining chuuya with his head on pm!moon's lap as she cards her ungloved fingers through his hair.

Both of them on the expensive fluffy carpet that they have in the pent house. The fire that is going keeping them both warm.

Chuuya is barely staying awake and moon is so close to just picking up her short lover and taking him to bed. God knows he needs the sleep

[still-fatemeh]

...Passion Is the Gale.

Still baring the pain...

16! stormbringer chuuya x oc

(I decided to keep takako as character's name because I've already posted the first one with that name, but it doesn't necessarily nod back to the real takako ueno)

(The fanarts credit goes to the creator)

Her gaze was fixed on her own reflection in the bathroom mirror, the toothbrush hanging idly on her bottom lip, eyes searching for something but there wasn't anything in that reflection, there was just a corpse staring back at her. Her hands clutched the hem of her shirt in a desperate attempt at calming down her nerves and stop the thudding of her heart in her ears.

All five of The Young Blood at once and without any hardship, probably he didn't even struggle...

THAT was something else entirely, in it's own league. He was no normal human, that was for sure but only a monster can take out all five of them at the same time. Her head hurt, she felt sick to her stomach.

Chuuya didn’t wanna talk to her. He didn't even look at her texts.

That wasn't the problem

She understood. The texts were more out of formality than anything else. He probably didn't even spare his phone a glance, his head a mess. Chuuya wasn't the best at dealing with his emotions, he didn't know how to grieve for them.

Grief is like the ocean; it comes on waves ebbing and flowing. Sometimes the water is calm, and sometimes it's overwhelming. All you can do is learn to swim and he's an avid swimmer. Well, not by his own record but thanks to albatross who felt the need to drag the poor boy out in the middle of the night to god knows where in the port.

Takako spat out the toothpaste in her mouth, looking at the blood mixed with it as it went down the drain. She couldn't remember the last time her gums bled while brushing her teeth, maybe when she was eight and brushed her teeth with one of those singing toothbrushes. She felt like she was looking at the rotting corpse of that little girl and those memories were those of another person. A girl who knowingly threw herself in the pit of demons instead of dying with dignity. Dignity is as essential to human life as water, food, and oxygen. The stubborn retention of it, even in the face of extreme physical hardship, can hold a person's soul in their body long past the point at which the body should have surrendered it. She had to survive, she didn't even know why but she had to. She could almost hear the sound of his jaw breaking, as the man pressed his shoe into her brother's skull. She didn't scream, just trembled as she watched the man in black shoot him three times. BANG BANG BANG. That's how her brother became a corpse, a ghost of the past.

Fear is a part of life. It's a warning mechanism. That's all. It tells you when there's danger around. Its job is to help you survive. Not cripple you into being unable to do it. She wasn't afraid of death, she never was. She'd grown up accustomed to it. Felt its ominous shadow looming over her at all times.

Kouyou's girls called them port mafia's singles. Heh, oh God. Then it became port mafia's singles AND chuuya. She remembered albatross' lively cackling and chuuya's muttered curses as they walked together. Chuuya hated too much noise and albatross loved parties. A match made in hell. The blond was the most cheerful guy she knew in this shithole, a sweetheart and she could almost imagine chuuya's betrayed look if she ever said that to his face.

Before her mouth could curve up into an absent smile, the damn toothbrush hit the bathroom tiles with a loud thud.

She clicked her tongue, bending down to pick it up. She had to double check 'cause the thing was so goddamn bloody, there was no way in hell that all that blood came of her mouth.

She dropped it in the sink with an annoyed huff, she could just throw it out later.

Takako rinsed her mouth, watching as blood dripped into the sink. What the hell...

She stomped out of the bathroom, her room drenched in darkness. The only source of illumination was her bedside lamp that didn't even have enough light to attract flies.

She wanted to turn on the TV, pick her phone, pick up a Goddamn book to get her mind off of the fact that she had deliberately left chuuya alone. She knew he didn't want her beside him now, that would be so bitchy of her to not give him the needed privacy.

She wanted to rip off that poster of lippman in her room, the one from his most famous romance movie. The man was gorgeous. Lippmann was an extremely powerful skill user with an ability that reacted to and countered an attacker's thirst for blood. Therefore, it would be impossible to kill him without leaving behind any evidence. If his killer's name got out, every major news organization the world over would be chomping at the bit to expose the person's history, motive, and who was backing them. Whatever organization ordered the hit would lose any privacy it once had, and that would spell its end. Murdering Lippmann was a death trap- a bomb that would go off the moment he died hence why nobody had the guts to lay a hand on him.

But there he was. Another corpse ready to to be swallowed by the dark pit of this city's underground.

And piano man? The executive-to-be?

Even Ice man the assasin?

Even Doc?

The five of them together were a force to reckoned with but...

All of their skills apparently paled in comparison to Europe's king of assassins.

Why the hell would the killer of two of the English queen's personal guards be in yokohama in pursuit of chuuya?

Just what was this boy?

She had heard of the explosion, the reports say that it was hell on earth. The casualties were minimum, not that many deaths. But one side of a nearby eight story building had just vanished, completely and utterly gone. Melted streetlights, parked cars, asphalt...

Black flames, the same ones who burnt a hole so big in this city that it can never recover. Suribachi city, where she was raised. The same flames that were associated with the appearance of the previous boss last year, that led to the death of her superior, Randō. He was a sub-executive at that time and apparently a traitor, which was impossible. The man who was always cold, a traitor?

He was killed by that wraith, dazai and chuuya. Apparently, he was the one who brought back the previous boss, but the details on this case were a lot less clear.

And now...

Those black flames were back, and in the middle of it, was chuuya.

Oh God, just who was this boy?

He never told her anything, waiting so she could figure it out herself or maybe just keeping her in the dark. It wasn't how she liked it at all, it was a burden that both of them were supposed to bare, not just his alone. That was the whole point of a relationship, to share the burdens on their shoulders so the weight would lessen. She knew one day he'd tell her everything, just like she told him about her unsavoury past, but apparently not that soon.

She sighed, reaching for the drawer on the nightstand next to her bed to take out a pack of cigarettes.

But that was when she heard it. Someone was knocking on the door to her apartment, the sound was subtle. It couldn't have been chuuya since he probably wouldn't want to see her now. He'd never knock like that. He always knocked on her flat's door expectantly, as If he would take it off hinges if she didn't open it at the moment's notice. It couldn't have been gin-chan or amane or any other one of her friends, they would have definitely called before appearing on her front door in the middle of the night.

The knocking was calculated and very polite. She had no idea how knocking could sound polite, but it did.

"Who is it?"

She shouted harshly but was met with no answer.

Whoever that was knocking at her door was very persistent.

An enemy? No, why would they come for her of all people in this high-end apartment complex.

She got off her bed out of curiosity, putting a dress shirt over her shoulders and reaching for her sliver pistol to shove it in the wristband of her sleep shorts. She cursed anyone who made these doors and was dumb enough not to put peepholes.

She walked to the door silently, gently opening it and peeking to see who was it that was knocking.

And the moment her eyes fell upon him, she lost it.

A blanche, pallid expression came over her face, losing the little hint colour that it already had. Her palms felt clammy as she tried to slam the door shut but he put his shoe in front of it, preventing the door from closing, her heart pounded in her ears as the bile rose in her throat.

"Hello, you must be takako ueno, right?" He said sweetly.

The king of assassins was tall. A blonde european man with a pork pie hat similar to that of she'd seen with chuuya. He wore a suit the colour of midnight sea.

Her mouth was dry, her throat felt swollen. This was the guy who took out all five of the flags at once.

Damn it, say something! At least deny it! Yell at him that you don't know who the fuck takako is!!!

She could only look up at him in abject horror as the man smiled. A mischievous smirk that made her stomach churn with fear, judging from his playful way of analysing her face, he appeared to be enjoying what he saw.

"Oh, cat's got your tongue, sweetheart?"

He said mischievously, shoving a bouquet of flowers in her face.

What the hell?

She absent-mindedly caught the flowers, whispering: "You're Paul Verlaine, right?"

He nodded his head, amused.

"Certainly, would you happen to be accepting any guests?"

She couldn't process what was going on but played along. For this man, killing her was a piece of cake, probably. Her thoughts were going a million miles a minute, weighing each and every possible option and possibility. There were not many delightful ones though. He was here to kill her, there could be no other business.

But fucking WHY?

"Yeah... I'm takako. Why are you here?" She mumbled like a deer in headlights, her fingers loosely holding onto the flowers as she swallowed thickly.

"I'm just here for a little talk, takako."

He said elegantly, waiting for the light upstairs to finally turn on but the problem was the lights in her mind were already going out, flickering on and off hundreds of times a second.

She finally snapped out of that fear-induced trance as she asked him with narrowed eyes: "What exactly do you wanna talk to me about?"

Takako Ueno, the girl in question was short in stature and was eyeing him with a venomous gaze. The madmoiselle had slick black that each lock curled near the ends. Big bluish green eyes that were like turquoise stones, glassy and doey. He could easily see the appeal that made chuuya choose her, for a girl her age, she was really beautiful.

"Oh, I think we can talk inside. It won't be so polite of you to keep your guest waiting outside." Verlaine said smoothly and the girl's jaw tightened, gritting her teeth in frustration.

"Gatecrashers don't get to come inside. Just what the hell could you want from me? Why are you after chuuya?"

She observed the flowers in her hands, presumably checking for poison and then cast him another dirty look.

"Oh little lady, let's cut the chase. I'm just here to meet the girl that has stolen my little brother's heart."

"Little... brother?" She questioned with a grimace.

"Unfortunately for you, creep; chuuya doesn't have a brother or a family of his own, if he did, he would have told me."

"It seems like he's lied to you."

"Or you're simply bullshitting." She spat out with certainty and that made verlaine's lips curve up into a faint smirk.

"What makes you so sure of his honesty?"

"It's obvious, really. I would believe his words over yours any time of day."

verlaine's smirk broadened.

"Interesting..." He mused.

Takako chose her next words carefully.

"Why did you kill the Young Blood? Are you here to... kill me as well?"

Takako swallowed her fear along with her disdain so she could look him in the eyes for a moment.

Empty brown eyes, ones that despite the spark of mischief in them, were clouded over with unimaginable grief. The eyes that had absolutely no humanity in them, she was definitely looking a monster in the eye.

"Yes indeed. You're quite sharp, aren't you?"

That was it, her death sentence. As much as he tried to sugar-coat it with his tone, she could feel her body going numb and shivers running down her spine.

She moved aside to let him in, still holding the bouquet of red roses with an uneasy grip, her hands trembling.

She felt like a lamb in the slaughterhouse while standing in the hallway of her own apartment. A lamb with a knife pressed against its throat. She knew the more she struggled, the more painful her death was going to be.

And The King of Assassins happily invited himself inside, striding forward as he observed her place with curiosity.

Fumi hurriedly slammed himself into the cage's walls, alarmed. Verlaine observed the canary with his head tilted to the side. A bird? Interesting...

His eyes trailed to the polaroids and photos on a shelf, on display. There were photos of the girl among a group of girls, presumably her friends. There were even a few ones with the bird. And photos of her and chuuya. A lot of them.

A photo tucked in the back of her and an older man standing together, they shared similar features and he had her hands on her shoulders, she was smiling ear to ear.

She looked so happy in all of the pictures, a concept foreign to the likes of him.

But... Chuuya was also smiling in a lot of them. They were newer, like the photos with her friends.

In one of the them, he was smiling widely while a holding a champagne glass, clearly intoxicated to an extent. His eyes were squeezed shut and he was giving the camera a precious smile. His attire had gotten messy, clearly due to his inebriated state and he simply seemed... happy

In another one, he was, for unknown reasons, trying to tie Dazai to a chandelier by his ankles with a rope and dazai was hanging upside-down without protest.

In another one, he was pressing a chaste kiss to takako's cheek while holding her waist. Another one of him pushing her in a lake. Them eating together at a restaurant...

There were a lot of them. A lot of memories. They happened to chuuya, and he seemed happy that they did. He seemed like he belonged with them. But, his happiness wasn't going to last long.

Verlaine knew that chuuya must have felt othered and alienated by these people. Chuuya was different from them, that was how he was supposed to feel. He understood more than anyone realized how chuuya must have felt when someone told him "They loved him". And he understood how he trusted her who gave affection. Really, he did. But his trust in the girl will only cause him to suffer because she will eventually betray him.

But verlaine failed to justify the smiles.

"Can I have this one?"

He pointed to the photo of chuuya's smile and she immediately shook her head in a manner that indicated a negative answer.

Why the hell did he want chuuya's photo?

Takako inhaled sharply, she even considered running out the door or shooting him with the pistol that she had with herself. None of these options were going to work. He was the same person who had managed to kill a decoy of the Queen of England... They would do nothing other than shortening her life even more.

Her wide eyes traced his steps as he sat down on one of her chairs around the tiny dining table, crossing his legs elegantly as he gestured for her to also sit down.

A sarcastic snort escaped her throat.

"Do you want tea or somethin' too, I guess?" She said mockingly, trying to conceal the nausea that was the result of her stress, she gulped again to get rid of the need to puke out her guts right now.

"That'd be lovely, takako. Finally someone who knows how to treat a guest around here..."

He sighed softly. And after four more minutes of her just standing there in the middle of the hall, her expression caught between terrified and confused, his smile faded.

"Ahhhh, I take back what I said."

"Would you like some chinsoku, it tastes wonderful with tea!" Her mouth opened unconsciously. She sounded hysteric more than anything, the corner of her lips twitching uncomfortably.

Verlaine merely raised a brow.

"I'm not here to waste time."

He said sharply.

"I came here to see you, but it was so easy and you're incredibly defenceless, so I want to talk to you before I finish my business."

Takako let out another sigh at his not-so-subtle jab. She didn't want him to lose his civil demeanor, that'd just make things more difficult and make her death proceed faster and more painfully. It was true, she was practically at his mercy. Dragging it out was her best chance of survival. Against an ability user that powerful, an invasion based attack was her only chance of buying some time. And coming up with a good surprise attack was something that required patience.

She suddenly slammed the tray of chinsuko on the kitchen counter with an unnatural smile and transferred them to a plastic plate (Not planning on giving him more weaponry choices) and placed them in front of him. Walking back to the kitchen to get some herbal tea.

Verlaine's expression was unimpressed, partially indifferent as he put some of the sweets to his mouth.

Takako put the plastic cups in front of him with that same helpless smile as she sat down. It was uncanny and uncomfortable as it didn't quite reach her eyes.

Verlaine disliked herbal tea, black tea or coffee were better options.

Another sharp breath and the girl became more relaxed, as if she felt she had nothing to lose anymore.

"I did some research on you, takako..."

"As a matter of courtesy as an assassin?"

She asked with a pointed smile, absent-mindedly guessing his thoughts.

He merely smirked.

"Oh, you get it, huh?"

"Yeah, I do." She said inattentively.

"If you're killing someone, you might as well know who you're killing, right?" She said, her eyes downcast. Now she knew how the victims of a assassination must have felt before she finished her mission.

Verlaine looked bored out of his mind, she internally cursed herself for choosing the wrong subject. What do inhumane assassins even wanna talk about? Maybe it was just the fact that she didn't amuse him.

"So you and chuuya... get along, am I correct?" His words made her snap out of it, shattering her train of thoughts.

So that was what he wanted to talk about... of course...

She didn't know how to respond to that, so she just nodded her head as a way to confirm it for him.

"We do, most of the time." She whispered softly.

"So how long have you known him?"

He asked, eyes fixated on the table.

"For around a year." Another absent mutter from her.

"Interesting... Mind telling me more about him?" He said firmly, obviously expecting something of an answer but takako only raised a brow at his question.

"Why should I tell you anything about him?" She sounded offended and disgusted at the same time.

"I don't think you're in a position to refuse answering my questions, little lady. I'm just curious about my little brother. You probably know him best, what's he like as a person?" He cooed with a faint smile and a hint of interest as he picked another one of the japanese sweets.

"Chuuya's... someone who doesn't leave you be when you're struggling." She realised how hypocritical it was for her to expect him to be there for her when she left him on his own to process his grief.

"He..."

What this guy even wanted to know?

"He was there for me when I needed him. He doesn't know how to talk someone through something which is understandable..." She said that with a little smile.

"But he listens to the best of his ability."

There wasn't much of an expression on verlaine's face as it was utterly and unimaginably empty.

Takako's smile morphed into a faint smirk.

"What else do you wanna know? I can tell you EVERYTHING." She was grinning as if she's just discovered a new game she could play.

"Let's see... His favourite colour is red, though he sometimes says it's black. Chuuya's favourite food is saba sashimi, likes it fresh and with low sodium soy sauce, he likes steak too. He eats any meal well, isn't picky at all if it's paired with a good wine. He's trying to start collecting wine, learn wine tasting and how different environments results in different tastes... He said one day he'll get his hands on a 1964 Romanée-conti which is very expensive..."

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There's a Will; There's a Way (Book 4) Chapter Twenty-One

Dazai Osamu x Fem! Reader

Chuuya Nakahara x Fem! OC

Chapter Twenty-One: Tripolar Singularity

MANGA SPOILERS PLEASE HEED THIS WARNING

Summary: The aftermath of fighting Fukuchi and Fyodor is not the end of the battle against evil.

           Thump!

            Sigma’s limp body hit the ground, and Chuuya shrugged.

            “Nothing,” he said.

            “Huh. Maybe he’s just sleep deprived?” said Dazai, obviously not serious.

            Chuuya rolled his eyes. “You’d think that would keep him zonked after being dropped fifteen times? If that is the case, we should just let the poor bastard get some shut-eye.

            “I really wanted to know what he and Dostoevsky chatted about,” said Dazai.

            “Maybe he’s being forced asleep by an ability?” suggested Chuuya.

            “If that were the case, he’d have woken up the second I touched him,” said Dazai.

            “Just quit your worrying,” said Chuuya. “That anemic son of a bitch kicked the bucket. You saw it with your own eyes.”

            “You’re right.” Dazai furrowed his brow. “I just don’t get it. Why hasn’t he woken up yet?” It disquieted him. He had ensured Fyodor died, but…something felt off. Fyodor had been angry and caught off guard, but that was nearly impossible. Dazai had beaten him, but what if he had failsafe? What if there was something more going on?

            He flopped to the ground and rolled around in frustration, thinking it over. If he had overlooked something—a rare occurrence but possible against a man as intelligent as him—then (Y/N) would once again be in danger, and Dazai couldn’t let that happen.

            “Quit that habit of rolling all over the ground whenever you’re worrying,” said Chuuya. “It’s annoying to look at, Dazai. What are you still brooding over? Sure, we don’t know why Sigma won’t wake up—”

            Dazai paused. “I know exactly why he isn’t waking up.”

            “Huh?” Chuuya furrowed his brow.

            “He’s overloaded with information,” said Dazai. “After taking in an excessive amount of memory data in through an ability, one loses consciousness, as to give their brain time to sort through it all. I was told something similar happened to (Y/N).” He frowned as he continued to go through his own thoughts. “Could that mean Dostoevsky purposefully let Sigma read his memories? Now just why would he—” He froze. His eyes widened. He sat up. Wild panic flew through his mind.

            “In order to mask his ability?” said Dazai, breathless. “It’s possible the ability the ability he showed off at the end of the “Mutual Destruction” incident and threatened (Y/N) with was a fake. He likely prepared one of Hawthorne’s blood bullets beforehand then transferred the blood to the soldier he touched, destroying him from the inside.

            “However, that just made us cautious of the possibility of his ability’s activation condition being ‘touch.’ That’s exactly why my plan was all distanced. Hence, taking out the helicopter all in order to defeat him without making direct contact. If that’s not the case, what’s the real activation condition?” Dazai searched through every interaction with Fyodor and arrived at the helicopter. He remembered Fyodor final words as the helicopter fell towards him.

            Angelic light.

            Dazai's eyes widened in horror. Fyodor had smiled as he spoke.

            He jumped to his feet and ran for the exit.

            “Wha—? Hey, where are you going, dumbass?!” shouted Chuuya. Dazai hadn’t explained anything.

            “We have to check Dostoevsky’s corpse!” said Dazai, more alarmed than Chuuya had ever seen him.

            A shiver ran down Chuuya’s spine, and he ran out after Dazai. Before he had a chance to lift the helicopter with his ability, Dazai had pushed rubble aside and found the corpse proper—one arm missing, just as before. Dazai grabbed the other arm and pulled the body out.

            Chuuya just squatted and watched. “Now here’s a rare sight. It’s not often I get to see you sweat.” He looked at the body. “There you have it. He bit the dust. Hard.”

            “Is that so?” Dazai pushed the body over, and his heart dropped. “Then who the hell is this?” It was not Fyodor’s face that stared unseeing at the sky.

            Everything fell into horrible place.

            “During the prison break race, Dostoevsky was frantic. He was frantic because death at my hand or by poison wouldn’t do it. What he needed was to be killed by a vampire.” Dazai narrowed his eyes.

            “Huh?” said Chuuya, eyes widened.

            “I get it now. His entire plan. It all leads to…the worst possible scenario.” And Dazai had allowed it to happen. He had put everything he cared about, the world, (Y/N) in harm’s way. He jumped to his feet. “I have to tell Ranpo immediately!”

            “Hey, hold it, explain!” said Chuuya, following him.

            “His ability’s activation condition! It isn’t touch!” shouted Dazai as he ran. “Dostoevsky’s ability, it activates when he’s killed!”

            “The hell’s that supposed to mean? Speak Japanese, please!” snapped Chuuya.

            “A vampire killed Dostoevsky!  But he didn’t do it of his own volition!” Dazai’s eyes were wide open as he ran. “He was just a puppet being controlled. Nothing but his fingertip. The vampire piloting the helicopter was just the same as a gun or blade. Nothing but a tool. The one with the intent, the one who actually killed Dostoevsky…was Bram Stoker!”

            The man horribly close to (Y/N).

            “The reason his corpse turned into a different person, the reason he docilely submitted to being locked away across the world, there’s only one explanation!” said Dazai. “Dostoevsky’s ability is to subsume the person that killed as ‘the next Dostoevsky!’ ”

            Dazai had led Fyodor right to (Y/N), the woman he loved.

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            (Y/N) and Akira lay on the ground, unconscious. Slowly, Akira managed to raise her head, holding her wounds tightly as she bled. She groaned and looked around to analyze the current situation. Fukuchi was sitting and stared at the body of his friend-turned-fanatical-villain, Fukuchi. (Y/N) was groaning and blinking her eyes open in an attempt to regain consciousness after the battle. Behind them, Bram had arrived on the airport runway with Aya at his side. He gazed at Fukuchi.

            “My archenemy—” He groaned and stumbled. “I see…”

            “What’s the matter, Bra-chan?” asked Aya.

            “My princess,” said Bram. He turned and pushed her back in alarm. “Run far from here!” He cried out and grabbed his face as his skin split open. Like a snake shedding its scales, Bram’s skin and hair fell away to reveal anemically-pale skin like that of the vampire’s, but now black hair fell from his head. (Y/N)’s eyes widened as sharp, cruel eyes blinked open.

            Fyodor stood before the group with a smirk. His gaze instantly leveled on (Y/N). “Why, good morning, Angel,” he said.

            Fukuzawa grabbed his sword, but Fyodor drew the sword that had once been implanted in Bram and pointed it at Akira. “I’d advise you not to move. I won’t hesitate to kill her.”

            “Fuck you,” sneered Akira. “Do it.”

            “No—” (Y/N) coughed and tasted the iron tang of blood in her mouth.

            “I suppose it doesn’t much matter what you decide,” said Fyodor, shifting his foot towards Fukuchi’s body.

            “Stop him—”

            (Y/N)’s warning was too late, and before Fukuzawa could decide to attack—not that he would allow Akira to die, he wouldn’t even kill Fukuchi himself, which Fyodor had used to his advantage—Fyodor kicked Fukuchi’s sword into his hand.

            “I do apologize for the following discomfort, Angel. But it is for your own good,” said Fyodor with the disgustingly possessive look in his eyes. He flipped the swords around in his hands.

            “Stop him!” shouted Ranpo, running across the airport. “Don’t let Dostoevsky stab her with that blade!”

            Fyodor smirked and struck. (Y/N) let out a cry as both swords hit her, and a green light welled up from the wound. Fyodor watched with immense satisfaction.

            “In my right, the Divine Blade, Ame-no-Gozen. In my left, the Holy Sword, Soluz Levni.” Fyodor watched the light grow to a blinding brightness. “Two heavenly blades and an angelic being bring froth unto this land, a miracle.”

            Ranpo ran forward, helpless to stop what Fyodor had begun. He had brought three “extremes” together—the space-time sword, said to have a god dwelling within it, the forced combination of ability and body, the Holy Cross Sword, and the ability to control and strength all that the holder surveys, There’s a Will; There’s a Way.

            They united, and the power unleashed bathed the world in energy they could not overcome. Akira let out a cry for her best friend, her sister, but she could not see (Y/N) through the green light. The force of the energy shoved her back. Fukuzawa grabbed her and Aya and held them as the light rushed over them.

            The tripolar singularity was unleashed.

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            (Y/N) felt pure energy coursing through her, and the edges of her vision darkened. In fact, her thoughts seemed to be fleeing her. She was growing smaller, smaller, smaller…

            Within (Y/N), something twisted and twisted until it broke. (Y/N)’s eyes closed, and amidst all the light, darkness swallowed them whole.

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            The light faded, and Akira, Aya, and Fukuzawa raised their heads. Their eyes widened. A crater stood where (Y/N) had lain. Torii—gates—stood around the crater, and green energy still sparked out within it.

            “Now, would you look at that. Spectacular,” said Fyodor, standing at the edge of the crater.

            “What the hell did you do?” snapped Akira, trying to move forward, but the injuries were still too much and hadn’t healed. “Where’s (Y/N)?! How the hell are you here?!”

            “Bram Stoker is dead,” said Fyodor with a smirk. “And I endured quite the hardship to obtain the echoes of him in death.” He lifted his hand to reveal One Order.

            “No—” Fukuzawa’s eyes widened.

            “Yes,” said Fyodor. “ ‘One Order.’ A weapon allowing its wielder to control all of their subordinates as they please. This body belongs—or, well, belonged—to Bram Stoker, the King of the Vampires. If I were to use One Order within this body, who would I be able to control?”

            Aya’s eyes widened. “You’d be able to control all of the vampires across the world…?”

            “That’s what all this was for?!” snapped Akira. “The Decay of the Angel, Fukuchi, all of it—you just wanted to take over the world like any common fucking villain?”

            Fyodor smirked. “I am hardly common.”

            Behind him, a beacon of light erupted from the crater. They watched it arc up before floating down to stand behind Fyodor. The light faded to reveal a figure. Fukuzawa’s eyes widened, and Akira’s lungs constricted into a horrified gasp.

            It was (Y/N). Her gaze was empty, and she wore a long, white kimono. As it fluttered around her in the wind, the light hit it to reveal a green shine. A veil floated over here yes with three dots on it. The sword at her side glinted dangerously in the light. (Y/N) looked divine and dangerous.

            “(Y/N),” breathed Akira, heartbroken.

            “Not quite,” said Fyodor. “This is a divine being, far being your…mortal existence.” He gazed adoringly at (Y/N), and Akira was disgusted. “With the Holy Cross sword’s power to combine ability and body, a tripartite fusion occurred between (Y/N) (L/N), the Divine Blade Ame-no-Gozen, and the Holy Sword itself. Then, (Y/N)’s ability combined with Ame-no-Gozen, her gift strengthened by the sword in turn giving it strength, letting hundredfold elevation of power approach infinity. The abilities gave way to a singularity. (Y/N)—an angel trapped in a mortal body—can now become who she was meant to be. She possesses truly godlike power.” Fyodor raised his hand to show a black mark on his palm. “And a goddess answers her devout follower’s prayers.” He smiled with a worshipful expression, but it was a mask in front of his cruelty and manipulation. “With the seal of the Holy Sword, she will answer my call and my call alone.”

            Fyodor took a knee and held (Y/N)’s hand reverently in his hand. He kissed the back gently before looking up at (Y/N). “My lady, my angel, my goddess of order and justice. Mine.”

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I Am Dazai Ch 6

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