#but ye chuuya came to the hospital instead

[caelanglang]

Letter to Mackerel… I miss you to the stars and back

continuation of the childhood AU I made :3

I hope our planets collide again...

continuation here

[adreamuponthestars]

Chapter 5

The taxi driver’s cautious footsteps echoed through the empty and broken corridors of the abandoned building. He struggled carrying Kanako up a flight of stairs, he noticed that she was surprisingly heavy and firm for what seemed to just be an innocent girl. He brought her into a room where he leaned her against the wall And began to slip her out of the dress she was wearing. As he untied the back of it, someone spoke up,

“…Hey.”

The man gasped and looked down at Kanako, only to see her with open eyes.

“W-What? But I swear you were out cold and wouldn’t wake up…!”

Kanako glared and slipped out of her dress, “I couldn’t fight in that anyway. But now I can beat your ass. Where’d you take me? This isn’t the hospital.” She backhanded him and stood up.

“But you were unconscious! How did you know I was supposed to take you there?!” He asked as he grasped his burning cheek. He fell back and looked up at her.

“Y’know it’s pretty easy to fake passing out, especially since that bat wasn’t even made of wood.”

The taxi driver’s eyes widened, “Then what was it made of?! A-And how were you bleeding-?”

“Plastic,” She folded her arms, “And I made use of my ability to fake the bleeding.” She activated her ability, which she used to lift the blood from her head and into her arm as a sword, which she pointed at the driver’s neck, “I did my research. You’re an informant for the Detective Agency, yeah?”

The driver began to sweat as she pointed the sword to his neck. He scooted away and nodded, “Y-Yes, yes I am.”

Kanako let out a bitter chuckle, “How ironic. An informant for the Armed Detective Agency is the culprit of what may be their next case, if you know what’s good for you.” Her expression turned to steel.

His blood ran cold as she stared at him with that look, “Th-Those eyes…don’t look at me with those eyes-!!”

Kanako shoved the tip of the blade against his neck more and tightened her grip on the hilt, “Did you hear what I said? You better let the Agency know about the cases going on, and you better give them the information they need. If you at least come clean as guilty to them, they’ll be more merciful than if my boss got to you first.”

“B-Boss…?”

“My boss in the Port Mafia is very protective of his subordinates, and he won’t be happy when he catches wind of what you tried to do to me.” She spoke flatly, her eyes holding no emotion.

“P-Port Mafia?!”

“That’s right. You picked a fight with the most dangerous organisation that Yokohama has to offer. A plea deal with the Detective Agency would be the safer option. So if you know what’s best for you, you’ll get out of here and go run to them with your tail tucked between your legs,” She pressed the blade tighter against his throat, drawing blood, “Or do you want me to kill you instead? It’s your choice.”

The driver was quick to jump to his feet, “I-I’ll go, I’ll go! Just please don’t kill me…!” He walked backwards toward the door.

“Hmph. Fine then, I don’t wanna see your face again. Now get out of here.” She groaned as he fled the room. She glanced down at her dress, which was covered in dirt.

“Oh no. Don’t even bother putting that back on, it’s dirty.”

Kanako sighed, “For once, I actually agree with you.”

A few hours ago

“Have a nice night everyone! And thanks for the drinks, bartender!” Chuuya waved to the patrons at a karaoke bar he had gone to as he exited the building. The night air chilled him as he stepped outside and adjusted his coat.

The streets were filled with bright lights from different buildings. People were all over, walking around, hanging out at restaurants or stores, just doing whatever. He found it strange that everyone seemed to be out, even though it was getting close to ten PM, but he came to get used to it in his six months in America.

“Should I visit somewhere or just head back to the hotel?” He wondered as he looked around at all the different buildings. There were restaurants, but he wasn’t hungry. There were ice cream places, but he wasn’t a huge fan of sweets. There were stores, but he didn’t want to buy anything.

Not for himself at least.

Chuuya glanced over at a jewellery store, which seemed to be pretty expensive, but he didn’t care too much. He entered the store and looked around at all the pieces, which were all rather beautiful, but his eyes landed on one in particular.

It was a necklace with a silver chain and a pink jewel hanging off of it. It was by far the most simple piece they had to offer, but it was extremely beautiful to him, “Hey, boss!” He called out to the store owner, “How much for this?”

The owner walked over to see what he was looking at, and he widened his eyes, “This one’s about $900.”

Chuuya blinked a few times, “$900? That seems absurd considering everything else is considerably more fancy.” He looked back down at the necklace,

“I’ll tell you what. Buy that necklace, and I’ll tell you a secret about this business.” The man’s voice dropped to a low tone. Chuuya glanced over at him and shrugged,

“Eh, sure. I was gonna buy it anyway.” He took it and walked over to the counter with the owner.

“So, is there a lucky lady you plan on surprising tonight?” The man asked. Chuuya just shrugged and place the necklace on the counter while reaching into his pocket,

“Well, not tonight, no.” He answered as he placed his credit card on the counter, “I’ve been away from home, it’s like… a return gift for someone special.” He said.

“Someone special,” The owner grinned, “I’m sure a guy like you has plenty of ladies lining up, I’m sure of it.” He rung up the necklace and slid the card towards himself,

Chuuya sighed, “It’s not like that.” He ran his fingers through his hair, “She works for me.” He explained as he glanced around the store, “So what were you gonna tell me about this place?”

“Well, the reason this piece is so expensive is because it’s the only piece here that’s actually real.”

“Huh???” Chuuya raised an eyebrow, “You’re telling me the whole store is filled with fakes, and the only real piece doesn’t even have a price on display?”

“Listen, people will buy anything that they think will give them status,” He chuckled, “I’m just taking advantage of that.” He handed the card and necklace back to Chuuya, “How you picked out the only real piece though, is the question.”

Chuuya snatched the necklace and shoved it in his pocket, “I’ve dealt with gems before. I’ve got a good eye.” He turned and left the building. Once he stepped out into the street he looked back at the billboard for the store, “Tch. ‘Real, high quality gems’ my ass. Everyone’s being scammed.” He walked away with his nose turned up. “At least I got a nice piece for Kana.” He pulled it out of his pocket and looked down at it. He lifted it up as he tilted his head back so he could study the gem,

He moved it around as he walked. One of his eyes was closed so he could get a better look, “What’s that…pink sapphire?” He congratulated himself a bit for snagging such a precious gem.

After putting the necklace back in his pocket, he continued to head toward the hotel, but on his way he bumped into someone,

“Oof- hey, watch where you’re go-“ he turned and saw a woman, who was clearly drunk, “…ing. Sorry for bumping into you.” He held his hand up, but she just grinned,

“Hey handsome~”

“Excuse me?”

She giggled as she checked him out, “Wow, you’re looking…pretty good!” She hiccuped and grabbed his shoulder,

“Uh, lady, I’m not interested.”

“Aww…but why not~? If you’re wandering around all alone like this…you’ve gotta be single!” She patted his shoulder. Chuuya politely removed her hand,

“Not. Interested. I’ve got someone waiting for me at home.” He lied,

“Aww…whooo?”

“My wife?”

“Wiiiife??? But where’s your ring, and what does she even look like??”

Chuuya let out a long sigh as he pulled out his phone, “We don’t wear our rings because with our jobs they could get lost, and if you have to know,” He showed her a picture,

“Wha??? The heck’s’wrong with her eyes…”

Chuuya glared, “Nothing. They look stunning.” He slid the phone back into his pocket, “Hopefully Kana won’t mind that she’s my defense mechanism…”

The lady pouted and hugged his arm, “Come onnnn nobody has to know! I’ll buy you a few drinks to convince you!”

Chuuya rolled his eyes, “You’ve already had too many drinks, I’m not gonna let you into another bar for my sake.” He removed her and held her up by the shoulders, “Okay, listen. I’m sure you’re a nice girl and all, but I’m married, and you’re drunk. I’m not gonna take advantage of you like this and I’m not gonna cheat on my wife. Understand?” He spoke firmly with a glare in his eyes.

“Ughh…” She fell forward into his chest.

“And she passed out…great.” He turned around and lifted her over his shoulders. He began to walk her toward the hotel he was staying at, but he got a few suspicious looks from passersbys, “Is this weird or something? I’m just helping her out…” He then thought for a second and sighed, “Is this what they mean when they say that California girls are unforgettable?”

He then paused as he realized something, “Wait a sec, this lady has a family that’s probably worried sick about her…” He went over to a bench where he laid her down on it. He hesitantly reached into her purse and found her phone. He looked over at the woman and lightly shook her awake,

“Hnnn…??”

“Hey, lady, can you open this for me…?” He handed her the phone. The lady put in her passcode, then handed the phone back to him. He scrolled through her contacts until he found her mother, and he called her.

“...Hello?”

Chuuya cleared his throat, “Excuse me, ma’am, your daughter approached me on the streets tonight and she’s…” He glanced at the woman, who was drunkenly giggling and hiccuping, “...wasted.”

“Oh goodness, Ariana went drinking again? Alright, just…send me your location and I’ll meet you there to pick her up. Thank you so much for letting me know.” The lady hung up, and Chuuya was left standing next to the bench with the lady, Ariana, laying on it.

“Well, uhh…Ariana, your mother’s gonna meet us here soon, so…” He sent his location and handed the phone back to her,

“Ooh did I- *hic* score your number??” She giggled. Chuuya sighed,

“This is gonna be a while…”

Around ten minutes later, a woman pulled up in a bright red car. She came out and approached Chuuya, “Oh, thank you so much for calling me, sir…we need more good men like you in this world.” She smiled as she held out her hand.

Chuuya nodded and shook her head, “Oh, of course, of course…it was the least I could do, really.” He smiled a bit, “Good people like me? Yeah…I won’t burst her bubble.”

The lady chuckled, “You’re not from here, are you?’

“...Eh? Uh…what gave that away?” He asked.

“It’s the accent. How long have you been here? Your English is surprisingly good!” She smiled at him.

“Oh, six months…I’m actually here on a business trip from Yokohama, so…” He felt himself get a bit flustered at her comment on his accent. It was true that he hadn’t quite gotten rid of it since arriving, but he had also been learning English in Yokohama, where most people carried a similar accent.

“Yokohama? That’s so far! Did you come here alone? Oh, if so then let me treat you to dinner tonight!” She offered. Chuuya began to feel his cheeks redden as she made that offer,

“Eh…really? I feel like there’s no need for that-“

“Oh please, I insist! You were so careful with Ariana I just have to thank you! It seems hard to find good men.”

“Running around drunk isn’t gonna help you find them, I guarantee that…”

Chuuya eventually sighed and gave in, “Y’know what? I don’t have much else to do today, so why not.” He smiled softly.

“Great! I’ll get Ariana into the car and you can hop up front,” She went to go pick up Ariana, but Chuuya intervened,

“Hey, let me.” He subtly floated her into the back seat of the car, “Just a little trick I can do.” He snickered.

“…Did you just make her float?!“ The woman’s jaw dropped.

“Yup. Not sure how much you know about it, but some people in the world are born with special abilities, otherwise known as gifts,” He explained, “Mine is gravity manipulation. It’s pretty handy in situations like this especially.” He looked over at Ariana, who was now completely unconscious.

“That’s incredible…I’ve only heard about those in plays and films!”

“Well, they’re very much real, just extremely rare.” He shrugged, “By the way…what should I call you, ma’am?”

“Oh, I forgot to introduce myself…my name is Maisie, and you?”

“Chuuya Nakahara.” He closed the car door and walked over to enter the passenger seat, while Maisie got in the driver’s seat, “So…am I allowed to ask what’s up with Ariana? She came up to me and insisted we ‘head back to her place’...”

“Oh, of course…she’s in college, and she actually performs extremely well, but sometimes she gets pointlessly stressed and bar hops.” She explained, “I’m proud of her academic achievements but we’re trying to work on her drinking. When she’s sober she always gets embarrassed hearing about what she did while intoxicated, which makes the process easier, but she still fails at holding up sobriety sometimes.”

“I see…I drink if I have the free time, but I try not to have too much since I’m a lightweight…” He got a bit embarrassed at that fact, “Not to mention if I drink too much a certain someone will have my head for it.”

“Oh? Who?” Maisie asked.

Chuuya just shrugged, “My bodyguard…sorta. I work somewhere that can be pretty dangerous, though with my ability I don’t really need a bodyguard at all. She’s just nice to have around, I guess.”

“She? I didn’t know women could be bodyguards!” The lady seemed to be surprised, “And dangerous? The more you talk, the more you interest me!”

Chuuya chuckled, “A lot’s happened in my short life, to say the least…and please, for my sake, if Ariana asks about it, I am married.” He sighed. Maisie tilted her head and laughed in confusion,

“What, did you tell her that because she was hitting on you?”

“Yup…” He leaned back in the seat, “How far do you think we are?” He asked.

“Just down the street, her father is waiting at home.” She smiled. Chuuya nodded silently and looked out the window as they pulled into Maisie’s driveway.

They stepped out of the car, Chuuya floated Ariana near himself as he and Maisie entered the home together. It was very comfy, the warm colors were comforting compared to the dead and starless night.

“So this is your place, huh? Pretty cozy. I like it.” He smiled a bit as he looked around.

“Thank you! We put a lot of effort into this little home. Ariana’s little sister is here as well, she may take a liking to you,” Maisie grinned, “She seems to just be drawn to cute boys, but it makes sense considering she’s a preteen.”

Chuuya laughed, “Cute boys? Not sure if I check that…and besides, I’m ‘married’.” He joked.

“Oh right, of course.” She sat her bags down on the table and called out, “Archie! Maria! I’m home, I’ve brought a guest!” She looked back at Chuuya, “Ariana’s room is down the hall and to the left, just lay her down there.”

“On it.” He carried her into her room and placed her onto the bed gently. Once he came back out, he saw Maisie and her husband chatting while their daughter sat on the floor with her knees up looking at her phone,

“Mom, did you hear there’s a new restaurant opening up around here?” She asked. Maisie looked down at Maria,

“Oh really? I guess we’ll have to go sometime.” She smiled. Maria looked over at Chuuya and blinked a few times,

“Did Ariana get a boyfriend?!” She gawked, “What the- he’s so handsome! Mom! Don’t let him become my brother-in-law!!” She blushed and looked over at her mother, who rolled her eyes,

“Calm down, Maria. That’s not Ariana’s boyfriend. He’s actually married to someone else!” She said with a smile. Chuuya got a bit flustered,

“We’re actually going with that story-?”

“Awh. Now I have no chance.”

“Maria, you are thirteen. And he’s- how old are you?” Maisie looked at Chuuya, who just shrugged,

“Uh, twenty-two.”

“And he’s twenty-two! …Wait, you’re twenty-two?! I…guessed a bit older…” She chuckled nervously, “Despite your size.”

“Two blows in one? Jeez, woman!” Chuuya face palmed and groaned a bit, “I’m not that short…I’m barely a few inches below average, anyone close to six feet is the weird one where I live!” He then muttered to himself, “But that doesn’t stop that idiot from yapping…”

“Oh what, do you have a rival back at home?” Maisie snickered.

“Rival is an understatement. More like ‘mortal enemy that ruined my life’. I hate that bastard...” He said the last part quieter, “But nevermind that. I’m not Ariana’s boyfriend, and I’m not up for grabs.”

“Lame.” Maria went back on her phone. “Cute accent though.” She chuckled.

“I-” Chuuya sighed again, “...It can’t be that cute.”

Chuuya stayed and had dinner with Maisie’s family, the night was quite enjoyable to him, despite his earlier hesitation. He was glad he enjoyed some time with them. When it was time for him to head home, he was almost sad to say goodbye,

“I had a great time with you guys!” He waved. Maisie smiled and waved back, as did Maria and Archie,

“You should come back!” Maria suggested. Chuuya chuckled,

“I’m not sure about that. Who knows how much longer I have in America, but…” He pulled out his phone and checked the time, “Oh, I’ve had my notifications off.”

“But what?”

Chuuya looked up at them, then back at his phone as he checked what he missed, “Oh, well I have Maisie’s number now so I can let you know whenever I’m nearby so-” He stopped, and his eyes widened. Archie tilted his head,

“You okay? You just went pale…”

Chuuya shook his head and cussed when he saw the message, “F*ck!! I have to go, now.”

“What? Can you come by next week???”

“No. I have to go home. I’m leaving the country, do any of you know the nearest airport?!” He asked. Maisie looked around worried, “Well I can take you to one that’s about twenty minutes away but I can't guarantee there will be any flights…what’s going on?”

“Maisie come here and take me now! We need to get back to my hotel, then go to the airport, and I have to get home.” He quickly ran out the door, and Maisie went after him. She looked back at her family and told them that she’d explain the situation when she got home. They both nodded and let her go.

“Chuuya, can you tell me while we drive?” She asked.

Chuuya nodded and got in the car as quickly as possible, “Maisie, can I drive? I’m experienced and won’t crash. I can talk us out of a ticket, I’ve done it a lot.”

“What? I mean, I guess, but-”

“Thanks.” He held his hands out for the keys. Maisie tossed them to him then got in the passenger seat. Once they were both in Chuuya drove out of the neighborhood and sped down the road.

“What’s going on, is everything okay?”

“No. Apparently while I was eating dinner and enjoying myself, the bodyguard of mine wound up getting injured and abducted, and I need to get home before something bad happens to her.”

“What?!” Maisie gasped, “Floor it. I’ll pay for anything if you can’t talk us out of it, we need to get you home.”

Chuuya nodded, “God, thank you…” He sped up as they made their way down the road.

“Kana…you better stay alive. Don’t die on me. I need you.”

[spacexseven]

ohhhhh tuna that was sooo good! if you have the desire/time to do so, id also love to hear ur thoughts on aku and chuuya with dr. darling! and OBVIOUSLY i wanna hear ur idea about underground medic darling like u even have to ask that question. 

mmmm so many thoughts on dazai having a crush on a doctor… his heel turn after realizing he likes them and coming back to the hospital would 100% give darling whiplash. he goes from spending most of his time glaring at them in silence unless he had a threat/insult/trick up his sleeve to excitedly babbling nonstop as soon as theyre in earshot. violently resisting even the most minor tests to being insistent that darling has to give him VERY thorough checks every time they see him. from chasing all darling’s nurses around the hospital (causing darling to have to give very awkward lectures on the dangers of getting “involved” with patients after catching them “getting to know each other”) to paying them no attention at all and only wanting to flirt with DARLING now. as an aside i know u dont usually Do male darlings but that last thing would be REALLY funny with a male darling cuz dazai would very suddenly go from giving darling one of his “i have no such tastes in men >:(“ tangents every time he so much as tries to take dazai’s temperature to coming on to him like CRAZY. like congrats on coming out but hold ur horses. hed probably leave his room just as often but instead of trying to get out of the hospital hes just trying to figure out where darling scampered off to. they left him ALONE while he's SICK and DYING! no he WONT go back to his room hes staying with them. he can help them with work, hes very helpful! he’ll even wear one of those cute nurse dresses for them if they want~

also i think chuuya would do the opposite thing with the nurses in this scenario in that hed start flirting with them AFTER he realizes he likes dr. darling. not because hes interested in them, he only has eyes for his cute doctor, but because hed be very embarrassed that darling’s first impression of him was “ungrateful, scary piece of shit” and it’d be his attempt to rehabilitate his image into “sauve, desirable guy”. of course when its time to put the moves on darling he gets nervous and falls flat on his face but hey he’ll get em next time. 

(sidenote i have a really really long draft about psychiatrist! darling would u be interested in an abridged version)

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male reader is unfamiliar territory so im a bit nervous to try writing for them but! im always open to ideas u know. the bit about the nurses brought me flashbacks from the manga...the fact that dazai isnt bitchless scares me  And yes anything you have to share i am happy to see

cw: yandere character

after the first interaction with dazai, you're glad to see him walk away. he was most likely your most unpleasant patient by far, with the screaming and glaring and flailing around, going off about how you were trying to kill him (and when you finally got sick of him and told him straight up there were easier ways to kill him here, he went all quiet and stared at you with his eyes bugging out of his head for a moment before going back to shrieking at you). honestly, even that would have been bearable, acting like a grumpy, overgrown child, but what made you cringe was his constant, annoying flirting with the nurses who checked in on him. too many times now you had to talk to them privately, not wanting them to get in trouble.

and things went back to normal, the usual kind of patients coming and leaving, and no sight of him.

until...he came back.

some part of you was convinced that he had been taken over by some entity. he had completely switched from all those weeks ago.

and it was honestly a little frightening. the injury on his leg was…really not so serious that he needed to be hospitalized, but he inisisted, and convinced the staff that he was really in dire need of a thorough checkup and rehabilitation for his severely wounded leg. you weren’t sure if it was his dramatic acting or the envelope he slid over to the receptionist that got him a room. what changed, you wondered, that made him become so desperate to be hospitalized again?

he was all over you this time, happily chattering away when you had to go in to check on him, instead of the previous smacking your hand away and groaning about his right to leave. it was quite strange considering how boldly he had declared you weren’t his type the last time you had to grab his hand to move it aside, shaking you off with an irritated look. even more bizarrely, he had completely forgotten about the nurses who he was constantly flirting with the last time, now treating them with such indifference, it almost hurt you to witness. he demands you stay by his side throughout the night, casually offering that you could sleep on the same bed as him—of course he doesn’t expect you to stay up all night! he also starts following you around outside of his room, walking beside you in his hospital gown like it was a perfectly normal situation. if anyone tries to drag him away, his previously playful expression turns scathing in a moment, and they would scamper away and leave him to torment you. 

he’d have to be discharged eventually, right? once he no longer has an excuse—when he recovers fully—he’ll have to leave. how much longer can they entertain his presence when there’s people who actually need the medical attention waiting? when he is told he can be discharged, he instantly turns to you.

"come with me then," he says, like it wasn't the most absurd request you've ever heard.

“seriously, i can get you a better paying job. or you can just be with me, and i’ll take care of you.”

you refuse, obviously, but he doesn’t look disheartened. dazai osamu leaves after one last look and a promise to return.

[scarletta-ruan]

Hello, i kinda new in here, i don't sure if my requests going to upset you, so if you don't want to write it okay too. Okay i have two requests here, but it okay too if you write only one, can you write Chuuya headcanons in relationship with female s/o who unusually tall (maybe 190 cm or 6'3 feet) but quite shy and quiet, also she respect and polite to her subordinates and co-workers, even she was port mafia executive like Chuuya. she also stubborn when she is hurted or injured in mission she try to hide it for anyone and Chuuya, because she don't want to bother anyone. so another request is can you write scenario when this s/o try to hide her injured when she back to mission for Chuuya, and he see her waist bleeding, she pass out after that and he scold her after her wake up(she become sad puppy). Thank you for reading this requests, and sorry if it upset you.

SCENARIO WHEN CHUUYA'S S/O TRIED TO HIDE HER INJURED WHEN SHE BACK FROM THE MISSION

WARNING: OOC, mention of getting a worse injury, mention of some nicknames (sweet candy, small candy), fem!reader getting injured herself.

TYPE: Scenario

PAIRING: Chuuya Nakahara x fem!reader

WORDCOUNTS: 0.6+ words

NOTES: The request is kinda hard for me since I haven't tried writing Chuuya's s/o who is taller than him so I took another request as a scenario when she got injured instead. I don't know if this one is alright or not, because I don't get any idea to try writing this request.

“Argh,”

You hissed when clothes material brushed your own injury on your waist. Leaning on the wall, you took a deep breath just to relax. This kind of injury was not that bad to you, since you worked at the Port Mafia, you always had to face any kind of injury, from the one which made you suffer to the one that did not cause anything bad to you.

Your hand tried hard to push your body back to standing, you gulped down when the fabric again touched your injury. Then you slowly took another step forward to your home which was waiting for you ahead. You took another deep breath when you finally reached the front door, your eyes shifted to look at the bloody fabric on your waist. You tugged your coat just to cover the blood stain, and also made sure that Chuuya could not see it.

Using all of the strength you had now, you opened the door just to see the gentle light of your home. It was always so calm and comfortable whenever you got home, you heard footsteps and the familiar voice resounded into your ears.

“Welcome home.”

A moment later, that person who had just spoken to you appeared. A man with orange hair and gray eyes, his hands were wiping into the apron he was wearing. He seemed getting ready for dinner, you smiled when he finally approached the doorstep and said.

“I’m home, Chuuya.”

Yes, that man was Chuuya Nakahara - the Port Mafia Executive and also your cool lover. Those gray eyes looking straight at you made you worried, you did not want Chuuya to find out that you were injured. He was the kind of man who worried about his lover most when it came to any problems. Chuuya reached out his hand to take your bag and hurriedly turned his bag and said.

“I’m making your favorite food now, will you take a bath while I’m making us dinner.”

“I-I got it…”

As you finished saying you fell down on the doorstep, the loud noise of your body hitting the ground caused Chuuya to pay attention, he turned back right away just to see you were lying on the ground with hard breathing. He rushed to you and easily lifted you to lie on his arms and asked.

“What’s wrong, small candy? Are you alright?”

When Chuuya felt his hand was touching something wet, he looked at it immediately. He could smell blood which was staining on your waist, as your chest lifted up and down hard. Chuuya’s hand quickly unbuttoned your shirt and that was when he found out… your waist was bleeding because of the horrible injury. Chuuya changed his position right away just to give you a piggyback, then he hurriedly brought you to the hospital.

You finally woke up when you heard some strange sound. Right away you opened your eyes, the light from the ceiling attacked your eyes and made you close them once again. That caused your fingers to twitch, and you heard Chuuya’s voice resound next to you.

“Awake now, huh?”

You shivered when you heard his voice, of course, Chuuya always talked to you gently and never scolded you. Whenever he scolded you, that meant you did something wrong. You slowly turned your head aside just to meet Chuuya’s eyes filled with worry and anger. He frowned then continued.

“Getting injury but decided to head home, you also hid it from me too, what if anything-”

Chuuya stopped when he saw your eyes which were sparkling like little puppies looking at him when they wanted him to pet them. Your voice resounded hoarsely.

“Please, Chuuya, don’t scold me…”

Chuuya sat there, silently looking into your eyes. You two silenced for a moment then Chuuya moved close to your forehead, his lips placed a light kiss on, his hands rubbing your hair then said.

“Alright, I don’t want to scold my sweet candy. Do you want to eat something?”

And that was how Chuuya loved you.

[dazaii-sann]

DAZAI x CHUUYA FANFICTION: ONE-SHOT [LOVE OR GUILT]

Blue.

Brown.

Green.

Yellow.

Orange.

Varied colors blended with each other like a 24-color palette. The wind blew from the west, causing the nearby tree leaves to dance along with the non-existent beat. The blue, clear water rampaged in silence, creating an almost seemingly soft serenade. A huge shining orb in the distance was split in half, projecting its reflection on the calm, unmoving water from below.

The whole place is quiet as if every single living soul had already vacated the area.

Well, not quite.

Two figures stood beneath a tree's shadow, taking refuge and solace after a whole day of struggles. The calm, light afternoon breeze soothe their souls as they look at the orange-painted sky.

Silence ensues but for them, it's what they need.

The quiet rage of the sea.

The hushing sound of overlapping leaves.

The way the remaining rays of the dusk kiss their flesh.

The sound of their even breathing.

Sounds romantic, right?

It is, except for one thing.

Everything, everything seems to retain its brilliance but something decided to exclude itself from that small band of glow.

A redhead's eyes… It's empty. The very exact opposite to his surrounding's radiance.

Meanwhile, the brunet beside him stood still, unmoving, as if he's already accustomed to that kind of scenario.

But is he?

No. Definitely not. Not in a million years.

Seeing his ex-partner like that made his knees wobble. All the remaining courage in his body had left him that even panning his head to Chuuya became an impossible task.

The guilt is slowly consuming him, pulling him into a world far more hellish than hell itself.

They stayed like that for a while, the stillness of the setting sun completely vanished into existence and was dethroned by a huge dark blanket covered with stars. The moon is in its crescent form, seems incomplete but whole all the same.

The coldness of the night embraced the two up to their bones, causing them to shiver.

"It's getting cold, Chuuya. Let's go inside?" The brunet proposed without looking at Chuuya.

He can't. Or maybe he actually can, but he chose not to.

Chuuya nods his head slightly and Dazai saw that movement from his eyes' corners.

Dazai's feet move in front of Chuuya's rear. With a slight push, the wheels on Chuuya's seat were sent into motion, carrying Chuuya's body along with it. Trails of the redhead's wheelchair and the brunet's footprints were engraved in the shore's sand and were immediately erased by the wave's arrival.

In just a few minutes, they reached a small house built near the shore. From its size, one can conclude that its interior can only shelter two people at once.

Upon entering the house, Dazai turned on the lights that he closed before going outside with Chuuya this afternoon. It has a simple structure. A kitchen, two couches and a table in between them, the comfort room, and a shared bedroom.

Dazai carefully lifts Chuuya's body and transfer it to one of the couches.

"You're so light, Chuuya~ Am I not feeding you well?" Dazai tried to annoy Chuuya like he used to back in the days but the redhead's expressions didn't even change. Not even a single move in his facial muscles. The brunet knew from the very start, that he could no longer hear Chuuya's annoyed response coming from his own mouth but he's still hoping, hoping that he could still hear Chuuya's voice one more time.

Chuuya's just like a lump of flesh without a soul inside of it. It is said that the soul is the trigger of an ability.

Maybe that's the exact reason why Chuuya lost his.

Ah no… There's no one to be blamed but Dazai.

Or at least, that's what he thought.

After moving Chuuya in a comfortable position, Dazai left him and went straight to the kitchen.

Dazai was a bad cook. Everyone must ready their pitiful stomach before taking in Dazai's food. Not only that but for the aftermath (puking included). But who would eat those kinds of stuff (can't consider them as "food") in the first place?

Everything changed when he started to live and take care of Chuuya over the past 3 years. He learned how to prepare varied homemade viands. Well, he doesn't want the redhead to eat canned goods every single day!

Dazai turned on the flame and let the ingredients fly and land on the pan's heated surface. He hummed a familiar tune, hoping that Chuuya might remember its tune but to no avail.

Dazai arranged the food into a plate and went to the redhead, utensils in his other hand.

Without a word, he scooped a spoonful and brought it closer to Chuuya's mouth.

"Say ah~"

If anyone could see this kind of scenario, the brunet looks like he's feeding a 3-month old baby.

"Well, he's indeed a baby," Dazai said at the back of his mind while moving the spoon back and forth.

After that dinner, Dazai once again carried Chuuya to their bed. It's not that big, but not too small. Just enough for the two of them.

Dazai then wrapped his arms around Chuuya's body. To give him warmth, a human's warmth to liberate the coldness of the night.

With the brunet's slender arms encircled around the redhead's body, and Chuuya's head leaning against Dazai's shoulder, they fall asleep.

Almost at the same time.

 ***

 For three years, the very same sequence of events happened.

Watching the sunrise and sunset together.

Helping him to eat his own food.

And then finally, cradling each other until they got consumed by the God of Sleep.

Have they grown tired of it, especially Dazai?

Even he doesn't know the answer. He was known as the Demon Prodigy of the Port Mafia, someone who can see through everything. But why can't his superior, almost inhumane mind comprehend this feeling of longing?

Longing for what?

Is it for the return of his ex-partner's glory or the longing to return to his old life?

Maybe, but maybe not.

Dazai thought that the same exact happenings will happen again for today, and the days after that.

But he's wrong.

On with their usual routine, they watch the sun's tiny movement, trying to pull itself up higher in the sky as if it's trying to assert dominance and power. Somehow, the sunrise resembles Dazai every time he rose to bed, struggling his way up like he was being pulled down by the Earth's gravity. To make it less fancy, he's just simply lazy.

"C-chuuya… Is that you?"

Dazai froze, literally.

T-that voice…

Dazai panned his head to where the sound originated.

"A-ane…san…"

Kouyou smiled, but there's hidden remorse in it. The intensity of her eyes changed the moment it landed on Chuuya's frail body.

She looked away and face the brunet once more.

"It's been a while, demon."

 ***

 "So… You're still taking care of him?" Kouyou sat in one of the couches inside of their house.

"Mm…" A simple nod is the only response that he could offer. He's not in the right mood to entertain a conversation right now, especially to those with whom he had ties.

Despite his seemingly uninterested remarks, he's still on the lookout. Who knows? Kouyou might try to do something funny. As for Chuuya, he doubts that this woman will do such a thing.

"I see… I see…" At the same time, a mocking laugh escaped out of her lips. Dazai, on the other hand, painted confusion throughout his face.

"It's all your fault anyway. You've got to clean your own mess and atone with what you had done."

Dazai clenched his fist as tightly as he could.

"Why are you still taking care of him?"

Dazai's lips went agape, trying to utter a word or two but failed miserably.

Why then? What keeps him from escaping and leaving Chuuya behind?

He doesn't know.

"I…"

"Do you love him?" Kouyou's question streak kept on bugging Dazai's feelings.

Dazai's so sure of that fact not until Kouyou retorted once more.

"Or is it because of guilt?"

Guilt, huh?

The brunet said no more and silence governed the two of them.

"Now demon… Which one is it?"

 ***

 Darkness… Just pure darkness…

Or at least, that's what Chuuya sees.

He can't feel anything, nor grasp reality. He's just there, floating in the middle of nothingness. But amidst that abyss, he can feel his bones cracking, his body collapsing, and his blood leaking out of his system. The pain must be immeasurable and unbearable but none of those physical pains can equal his suffering.

He hates the dark, the emptiness because it always made him feel alone.

He can hear a huge crowd of people screaming at the top of their lungs as if their lives are in danger of death.

Yes, that's actually the case.

They're fleeing, away from the young boy in the middle of that immense object and that enemy he's battling against.

Their abilities clashed and the fiery battle caused a deal of damage to the establishments and facilities in the city, but Chuuya came out victorious. Yokohama is safe once again. The civilians already evacuated, thus no casualties recorded.

Everything's fine now.

But Chuuya's still not.

He's on his limit, and his rampage will continue up to the end of his life.

He had already accepted his fate, that corruption will disappear along with his existence but a bandaged hand tamed him.

But it's already late.

Chuuya got hospitalized after that. His life was saved, but his nervous system was badly affected.

Dazai couldn't help but blame himself. He was doing a lot of paper works at the armed detective agency's office (forced by Kunikida of course) but the unexpected foe barged its way to Yokohoma without even knocking.

That's why he's late to arrive at the scene.

Why did Chuuya activate his corrupted form without him?

He's such an idiot, an utter idiot…

But he's far worse than that.

 ***

 "Chuuya~ Let's go outside?" Dazai asked his ex-partner but the latter shook his head weakly, much to the former's surprise. It's the first time Chuuya declined his invitation.

Instead of going outside, Chuuya points his finger to their room's direction, by which, Dazai understood and followed. Maybe Chuuya is just sick of watching the sun's routinary motion every day or he just wants to rest.

To ease his boredom, Dazai cooked for their supper, but a creaking sound came out from Chuuya's location.

Dazai dropped the spatula in hand and sprinted to their bedroom only to find Chuuya scribbling something on a small piece of paper. Because of his malfunctioning muscles, the pen he used created a noise as it dropped on the floor.

"Chuuya? What are you doi-" Dazai is stopped dead in his tracks the moment he saw the letters inscribed on his paper. Beside the redhead is a small calendar with eighteen days crossed out for the month of June.

Today's June 19. Dazai's birthday.

"Ha…" Chuuya struggled to say something with his shivering and shaky voice. "Ha…ppy bir-th-da…y, sh-itt…y mac…ke-rel."

Dazai's heart starts to pound harder as if it wants to leap out of his ribcage. His head feels so fuzzy, but light at the time.

What's this feeling…?

Sadness?

Happiness?

Longing?

But Dazai knew that it's more than that.

"Now demon… Which one is it?"

"Ane-san… I already know the answer." He said at the back of his mind before embracing the redhead. He leaned closer to the former executive's ear and whispered, "Thank you, chibi."

Chuuya might not be able to restore his condition the way it once was but for Dazai, that doesn't matter now.

Whether Chuuya the petite mafia executive who kept on bickering with him back in the days or the Chuuya who's struggling to write a single sentence of greeting over a sheet of paper… Dazai's always fond of him, whatever the version.

And that will not change until the end of time.

-END-

[cakers-2000]

~Time Flies~ (Chuuya X Fem!Reader)

I’m just really proud of how this came out so please enjoy

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You could remember the day you met Chuuya Nakahara like it was yesterday.

You were new to the Port Mafia. Well, sort of new.

You had hung around the Port Mafia plenty of times in your young life. Your father was their lowest ranking member Oda Sakunosuke so you had already been introduced to at least Ango Sakaguchi and the suicidal maniac himself Dazai Osamu. You hung around Dazai quite a lot, he was around your age and he always seemed to be hanging around your father so it wasn't too long before some kind of relationship started to bloom between the two of you. It wasn't too long either before you found yourself being invited to join the Port Mafia. And it again wasn't too long before you accepted and joined the organization.

Your fighting was trash, but you spoke extremely eloquently and so you became a low ranking spy. Gathering information would be a cinch, but you'd have to work on your fighting skills.

But it took a few more years before you met Chuuya.

Even at the age of 15 he was loud. Arrogant and a bit of a show off. but despite that you strangely found yourself drawn to him. But why?

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At first he was rather cold to you. When you tried to introduce yourself he shrugged you off, merely replying to your enthusiastic hello with a 'piss off'.

It wasn't the best first greeting.

But you persisted.

You made it a personal mission to bug the boy at least once every day and sure enough, your dumb idea worked. He began to reciprocate your greetings and would even hold conversation with you though most of the time he looked extremely uninterested and spoke in a monotone and bored voice.

But on very rare occasions you would see his lips curve into a smile as he listened to you ramble on and on. True smiles of Chuuya joy were very rare and hard to come by.

Though it did take an awful lot of time, your relationship with Chuuya Nakahara began to form.

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"He's gone (Y/N). He's fucking gone."

You perked your head up at the sound of Chuuya stumbling into your bedroom. You hadn't even invited the boy through the front door, but you only sighed to yourself. Of course he would just let himself in. He leaned himself against the door frame, bottle of wine in one hand while his other hand held onto his phone with a tight grip.

"Chuuya are you okay?"

You cautiously approached the older boy with nothing but concern in your eyes. He swayed precariously back and forth, ready to topple over at any moment.

"That asshole left without saying a word."

The closer you got to him the stronger the scent of alcohol became. The bottle he currently held hadn't even been opened yet, but he was drunk off his ass.

"Chuuya, maybe you should lie down."

"I don't need to lie down, I need to get a hold of that bastard. How could he just leave me like that?"

His words were slurred. He attempted to take an angry step forward but nearly fell. You panicked, letting out a small 'eep' and ran in front of him so that he could fall in your arms rather than on the hardwood floor. He didn't move himself from your grip and the bottle in his hand fell to the floor, though thankfully it didn't so much as crack.

"Are you... Are you talking about Dazai?"

"Who else would I be talking about? That no good dirty..."

His voice became muffled as he turned his head forward so that he was practically speaking into your chest and you let out a shaky sigh, your cheeks a bright red. Jesus Christ why me?

You attempted to stand the boy back upwards but his arms wrapped themselves firmly around your waist as he once more turned his head to the side.

"I just need a drink. Juuuuuuust one, then I'll go find that damn asshole and teach him a lesson."

"Chuuya you've already had a drink."

"I just need oneeeeee."

"Chuuya you're drunk."

He shot his head backwards so that he was locking up at you, a look of offense on his features. "I'm not drunk. I haven't even had a... a... a drip."

You couldn't help but laugh at his slurred and broken speech. "You mean drop."

He giggled to himself, finding something amusing but you had no clue what he was laughing about.

"Ooooookay, we're putting you to bed."

This time he didn't fight against you, his body seemed to agree and you helped him stumble over to your bed and helped him lay down before throwing the covers on top of him.

He was out the second his head hit the soft pillow. You smiled slightly at the sight. He looked so peaceful as he slept, nothing like the loud and cocky man that you knew when he was awake. You let out a sigh and grabbed the book you had been reading from off of the comfy mattress and shook your head, preparing to spend the rest of your night on the couch.

"You're lucky I love your ass."

You would never in a million years utter those words to him while he was awake.

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"Chuuya I swear to god if you say one more fucking word..."

He really did test your patience sometimes.

"You're a fucking idiot you know that?"

And sometimes his words could hurt.

"Excuse me!? How am I the idiot!? You're the one fucking bleeding out because you won't go to a fucking hospital!"

"You're the one who wouldn't move! What kind of dumbass sees someone aiming at them with a fucking gun AND STAYS IN THE SAME SPOT!? You're lucky I was there to save your ass!"

"I had things under control!"

You felt his arm, that was currently swung around your shoulders, tense as his anger rose. "Under control!? He was going to shoot you! They had you found out! How is that under control!?"

"I COULD'VE HANDLED IT!"

You both froze for a second. It took a lot for you to lose your cool, especially for you to lose it at him. In fact, that was the first time you had ever screamed at him like that. You turned your head away from his gaze, instead looking on the other side of you.

"I don't need you guys babying me like my dad did alright? I can take care of myself..."

He snickered to himself and you turned to glare at him but found that he had a smile on his face. And he was laughing.

"What the hell is so funny!?"

"I don't 'baby you'."

"Wha- YES YOU DO! You're the biggest culprit asshole! God I can't even go on my own mission without you trailing me!"

"(Y/N) I'm not an idiot." His gaze fixed directly on you, somewhat harsh and you looked everywhere but at him. "I know what you are and aren't capable of. You don't have the skills yet to be taking on jobs without any kind of protection. It's not babying you."

"Oh come on Chuuya! I've been in the same rank since I was 16! Mori's never going to let me go out on my own!"

"Because you aren't ready." He gestured down to his stomach, the wound still clear and he grit his teeth as he started to move the both of you forwards again. "This is clearly a testimony. What were you going to do if I hadn't been there?"

"Well..."

"Exactly."

You sighed and fixed your gaze onto the ground, falling into silence now as you couldn't argue against his words, though he could tell you were still upset.

"I guess... I do KIND OF baby you."

You smiled a tad bit and turned to face him, winking towards him with a cheeky smile. "It's cause you love me huh?"

You had never seen his face so red before.

"NO! THAT'S NOT IT! I just... I just think Oda would've appreciated it..."

"You barely knew my dad Chuuya."

"IT'S NOT BECAUSE I LIKE YOU DUMBASS! God I never should've even said anything to begin with!"

You only laughed at his hostile and angry tone and listened to him yell at you as you steered him in the direction of the nearest hospital. There was no way in hell you were going to let his stubborn ass get away from receiving treatment.

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It wasn't long after your visit to the hospital and Chuuya had gotten himself stitched up that he confessed his feelings to you, and your romantic relationship truly blossomed.

You were surprised to find that most of the Port Mafia supported the two of you, and even more surprised to find that there was a certain Executive that didn't support you.

"I'm busy you know."

You smiled cheekily as you sat in his lap, holding onto his cheeks as you nuzzled his nose with your own. Normally in the office setting he would push you away, he'd barely hold your hand in front of his fellow Executives and subordinates but you were sat in his own personal office, in a space all your own.

"I went for a walk today. You'll never guess what I found."

"You want to bring another cat home?"

You nodded and pressed your forehead against his own, the cheeky smile still there. "How did you know?"

"(Y/N), we don't need another cat."

"But Chuuya she was an old lady! It's harder for the older cats to find a home!"

"No (Y/N)."

You pulled your face away from his and crossed your arms over your chest, slightly pouting. "Oda would've let me bring her home..."

He chuckled at your pouty tone and moved his face closer to yours, clasping your hands in his own but stopped at the creaking sound of his door opening. His smile instantly fell to a thunderous glare and he looked over your head to see who had interrupted your moment without so much as a knock.

"What do you want, Old Lady?"

There was only one person Chuuya called Old Lady. You turned yourself around to see Kouyou standing there, her pink kimono sleeve covering her mouth as she gave the two of you a disapproving stare.

"Chuuya, what are these rumors I hear?"

His hands fell to your waist and he gently pushed you to the side. You got the hint and stood up off of his lap and instead sat on his desk.

"Rumors?"

Her eyes fell to you, the disapproving look worsening and you couldn't help but feel a tad bit self conscious.

"If a Mafia Executive is going to be fooling around with anyone, shouldn't it at least be with another Executive? Not a..." Her eyes stayed fixed on you for awhile and you could tell by Chuuya's balled up fists that he was already irked. "Not a subordinate?"

"My personal life has nothing to do with you. What gives you the right to-"

"Chuuya."

She interrupted him mid sentence and he grit his teeth. You could hear him audibly growling in anger. You placed your hand on top of one of his, hoping to calm him though it seemed to do nothing or very little at all.

"I practically raised you from the age of 15 onward. I think I know what and who is best for you. And it's not..." She pondered in her head for a bit, seeming to find the right words but sighed. "Her."

You frowned at her harsh tone. "Hey..."

"She simply isn't good enough for you Dear. I raised you to only accept the finer things in life did I not? There are plenty of females out there worth your affection, but she is not one of them. A subordinate is equal to a peasant. An executive is equal to a king. A peasant and a king just don't belong together."

You couldn't lie. Her words hurt. You stared down at the floor, refusing to meet her eyes that had refused to leave your form since she first entered the room. The more she talked the more anger that festered within him until he popped.

"SHUT UP!"

She was shocked at his outburst and finally drew her eyes away from you and onto him. "Excuse me?"

"I am perfectly capable of making my own decisions. I get to choose who is and isn't best for me, it isn't your place. You may have raised me but that doesn't mean I have to give a shit about your opinion. I'm not going to tolerate you talking shit about my girlfriend and spewing bullshit about how she 'isn't good enough for me'. That's nothing but bullshit lies." He let out a scoff, and pointed towards his office door that had still been left open. A few subordinates had their heads poked around the doorframe, watching the scene unfold before them. "Get out."

Kouyou stared at him in obvious shock, though not moving an inch. His temper was already shot. The red aura of his ability surrounded his body and the floor around him crumbled to pieces.

And she finally got the message. She sauntered out of the room, not without giving you one last disapproving stare and closed the door behind her.

You cautiously got up off of the desk as the aura faded away and wrapped your arms around him tightly in both a way to calm his nerves and to say thank you. He instantly hugged you back, allowing you to bury your face in the crook of his neck.

"I'm sorry..."

Though your voice was muffled he could still hear you speak. "It's okay Chuuya, it's not your fault. I never really liked Kouyou anyways."

He chuckled as your breath hit his skin and nuzzled your hair with his nose. "I know but... You shouldn't have had to listen to that in the first place."

You smiled and moved so that you were facing him and grabbed his face in your hands. You placed a sweet kiss on his lips, lingering for a second when you pulled away as you saw a rare smile fall onto his face. "I'm just glad you stuck up for me..."

"Well I wasn't just going to let her get away with running her mouth."

You giggled and kissed his cheek before resting your head on his chest, your smile only growing as his arms hugged you tighter in a protective embrace. "I love you Chuuya."

"I love you too Princess."

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[drangues]

AAAHHH I LOVE YOU TOO!!! Thank you for the ability, may it forever work in tandem with my meds. But anyways- Yes, Lucy is Amazing and she deserves more focus and also the ability to Vibe Check Dazai as she feels is needed. Also!!! That’s exACTLY what I was thinking with the dancing, he doesn’t care that Atsushi has never danced or that it’s the middle of the night, he just likes spending time with Atsushi and making memories and falling in love. (Nyanon, 1/4)

Which is so much more valuable than an experienced dance partner, to him? He’d chose Atsushi and their kitchen on a full moon over a random dance expert in a lavish ballroom any day,, I love them so much, it’s like you said- Atsushi and Dazai are a comfort ship for me and something about them and thinking about them being Domestic Boyfriends while they just cuddle in bed is,, So nice,,, It’s What They Deserve. (Nyanon, 2/4)

(And! No problem, I understand the pain of forgetting to do stuff (or forgetting that you already did something) far too much, it’d be mean to judge you for it. I’m glad you’re doing better, though! That’s always nice to hear.) Anyways, that sounds. Exactly like them. And I’m torn on who’d be better at faking it, because Dazai is,, Dazai, and Kyouka has Demon Snow. But I also feel that Kunikida would be a dark horse and be Very Good at scaring the hell out of everyone you know??? (Nyanon, 3/4)

I mean, his ability would definitely help, he can make Almost Anything. Moving on to another thing, though- An AU Concept, actually, since a really cute Dazatsu idea came to mind and I Had To Share: Photography student!Dazai and his model-muse!Atsushi, who is Very Flustered over the cute guy who keeps insisting that he be the model in his pictures? Aren’t there prettier people??? Dazai, meanwhile, is Head Over Heels but he doesn’t know how to Actually ask out his lovely muse. (Nyanon, 4/4)

“he just likes falling in love” it’s ok. u can say you want me murdered. you can confess that you murdered me. it’s fine. no its okay. break it. ITS FINE BR  EA KIT-

hmmm i feel like kunikida would be very subtle in his pranks at the office, that kinda creepy and eerie feeling?? he would make someone get that and then B A M, some sort of scare (he would probably use it as revenge for if they slacked off at work or were asses, or just as a way for him to destress and have Fun. i love him.) dazai and kyouka would be too obvious, anyone would know it’s them because.,,,while their pranks are Scary-ish it’s still obvious it’s them. especially when they end up giggling about it the next day

(also i bet there would be a time where dazai and kunikida end up working together to scare anyone thats left in the office, not that they wanted to, it just happened and theyre Not happy about it that much. but they do it and they manage to scare whoever it was- by the very startled high pitched squeak makes them think it was kyouka, yosano, kenji or maybe atsushi that was their victim. only to see it was fukuzawa. they swear theyll never tell anyone about this)

I B E T dazai was out up in one of the trees of campus, just trying to snap some shots. and akutagawa is his “subordinate” (but instead it’s just dazai being a shit mentor but amazing photographer that akutagawa admires, but akutagawa is D O N E with dazai because he always does risky things and runs off without any explanation and akutagawa always gotta catch up) and telling him to get down from the tree, but to no avail, so instead he also starts snapping some shots

dazai with his Mighty Camera spots chuuya and is like “hehe lets get an ugly pic of him to print out” and as he zooms out he spots atsushi beside chuuya and is like H M ?? whos TH A T. and atsushi then Laughs, and dazai just loses footing and falls down from the tree because woa. that was the most beautiful person hes ever S E E N. 

akutagawa: dazai are you okay do you need to go to the hospital w- dazai: who akutagawa: what dazai, pointing aggressively to where chuuya is with atsushi: W H O akutagawa: oh thats atsushi, hes in my english lit class dazai, whos sad he didnt get a photo of atsushi: i want him. Now akutagawa, scared for his classmate: u h oka-

and thus dazai just approaches atsushi and is like “LET ME PHOTOGRAPH YOU N O W .” 

[drabblesanddreams]

Old life, new world - Chuuya Nakahara x Reader

Hey everyone, this is a commission that i wrote for the lovely @moonlittxger :) I hope you like the way it turned out! If anyone wishes for a commission please send me a pm and ill text back with more details :)

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Word count: 2.3 K

TW: slight form of Self harm, depressing thoughts, angst, read at your own risk

Summary: When you get hit by a bus and end up in a new world, Chuuya is the one who saves you and over time you find your disdain for the man turn into something more warm and tender- a story over 6 months.

Six months

“Hey,”

Though the sudden greeting managed to break you out of the despairing thoughts that managed to fall one after another in the alignment of your mind, your body barely budged an inch. You slowly blinked, (E/C)’s becoming hazy once more as you lost yourself between the stone crevices of the prison wall and the deep, growing fissures of your own sanity.

You easily fell back into dwelling around the concept of what was now and what was then.

You replayed the facts over and over again in your head.

You had been struck by a bus, no one's fault but your own for rushing across the street without looking at all in upmost urgency so that you would make it to work on time and hopefully, avoid the wicked wrath of your boss.

You remember the hot rush of pain that flooded your senses and every nerve before blacking out, courtesy of your head hitting the asphalt.

When you woke up, you half-expected to be in a hospital room. But instead, you were back on the roads, lying on your back as your eyes became lost in the too-blue sky above. It was serene, peaceful even.

And then someone was honking for you to ‘get the fuck off the roads you dumbass!’

Reality slid back into place and you wondered what the hell just happened. But you didn’t have the time nor expense to be dwelling over it because one look at your watch, you blanched and realized you were late of work.

However, when you arrived at your workplace, your manager stared at you in pure confusion, wondering why you were trying to clock in. When you returned her comment with equal confusion, her eyebrows stitched together in annoyance as she pushed you out of the door muttering about “stupid brats and pulling their pranks again,”

Safe to say you were defiantly perplexed and thought to yourself that this must be her way of firing you.

It only got worse and more harrowing afterwards, for when you made your way back home you were stopped in place by the big blue sold! Sign outside your estate. When you tried phoning your mother about what was going on, your heart raced ever so quickly and nearly stopped in its thundering mission when you heard the voice on the other side, proclaiming that the number was disconnected and no longer in service.

Afterwards, you shut your eyes tightly and tugged hard at your head of hair, hoping to wake up from whatever the fuck was happening. You remember the emotions lurching throughout your body then. The tears that threatened to escape the corner of your eyes, the feeling that you were suffocating as if you couldn’t get enough air.

It wasn’t until you were walking in the dark of the city that you had no idea where to go or what to do. When an older gentleman had cornered you in an ally way, you completely freaked as he attempted to lay his hands on you. Until a moment of pure panic, something worse seemed to have happened.

A foreign pressure on your back, like you had an extension of some limbs. When you looked back, you felt like you were going to blank out, which you then did within the next thirty seconds.

Because there, on your back was a translucent pair of chrysanthemum blue wings, butterfly in shape.

The older man then growled at you, a ferocious sound from the bottom of his throat as he grabbed your head, muttering “ability user,” then smashed it against the ally-way wall.

Back in the prison cell, the wound on your head was now healed, and that’s how you figured your pair of wings came with the ability of slight regeneration. You didn’t forget the way your attacker muttered ability user like it was some sort of disease. He mentioned to his colleagues that they had to be very careful so that dammed detective agency didn’t figure out of their plans to traffic you out of the city.

You put two and two together afterwards and realized the exact sort of hell you were in. You hypothesized that you must’ve died, or must’ve ended up in one long, freakish dream.

For the first bit in the prison cell, you amused yourself half-heartedly by digging your nails into your palm, deep enough to draw blood and severe enough that your new-found abilities would take over and repair the torn skin, centimetre by centimetre in the expense of about a minute.

You were still trying to come to terms with the fact that you were never going to see your family again. The burden of this thought weighed on your soul like an anchor pulling down the mass of a ship.

“Hey,” he called out again this time more …  Get the fuck up, we’re leaving.”

This time you spared the stranger a glance.

He was flanked in black dress pants, a vest, and a long black coat. From underneath that black hat peaked out orange hair, long enough that it curled slightly around his pale neck. He was short, petit even as he buried his hands in the pocket of his trousers, scowling at you with disdain.

What a joke, Chuuya Nakahara was here.

You gazed up at him for a moment longer, a thousand questions billowing in your mind but instead you remained quiet.

He kicked the cell bars, now fully annoyed, “I said get the fuck up,” he ordered, and you snorted, rolling your eyes as you lolled your head over to him.

“Or what,” you couldn’t help but say sarcastically, “You’ll put me in prison?”

He huffed, drawing a key from his pocket and easily unlocking the chain door as he made his way over to you, harshly grabbing you by the arm and pulling you up. You did little to protest this, no longer finding the will to fight back any longer. You would accept whatever fate had in store for you with open arms.

“Haha, very funny smartass,” he rolled his eyes as he dragged you out of the prison cell and out the corridor.

As the both of you made your way down the corridor, you caught sight of some of the guards who had previously been tasked with watching over you, now on the ground and slouched over their stomachs, chin resting on their chests, sleeping away.

It then struck you with the harsh realization that these men weren’t sleeping, they were unconscious, you thought as you caught sight of a dribble of blood here and there.

“Wait,” you said, stopping in your tracks as your eyebrows furrowed. Chuuya stopped as well, looking at you in annoyance and he tugged at your arm, “I said wait.”

You examined him for a moment before voicing your thought out loud, “Are you…saving me?” you asked.

He snorted loudly, rolling his cerulean blue hues as he said, “Wow, princess you sure are a genius,” you scowled at this before harshly pulling your arm away from his grasp and crossing your arms over your chest. “Yes, Mori-san requested that we take you back and join the Port Mafia,” At this your eyes widened, and you gaped openly at him. The… Port Mafia?

“Hell fucking no am I joining the fucking mafia you short, ginger cussing asshole!” you proclaimed loudly as you took a step back, placing your hands on your hips.

-

2 months later, you were now under the ranks of the mafia. It was quite logical to join them, after all, you had absolutely no place to go.

Although the effects of depression never failed to take a hold of you, the thoughts of how worried your mom must be now that you had been missing for so long, you found yourself growing accustomed to your wings.

The healing bit was a perk too.

But over the two months you found yourself squabbling with Chuuya on a daily, the backbiting that occurred between you two was fierce, ever since you called him short.

“Are you done yet? Hurry the fuck up (Y/N) I don’t have all day!”

At Chuuya’s call you rolled your eyes as you searched around your room for your report, the one that the both of you had to report to Mori-sensei.

“I’m hurrying holy shit calm down!” you called back out to him through the door. You heard a bang on your door and didn’t doubt for a second that he must’ve kicked it again, hot-headed as he is.

You wondered just how much your poor door could take before it would cave into the splintering pieces of wood that barely managed to hold itself together.

Reaching under the covers of your bed, your hand grasped the file folder of your report and you pulled it out victoriously before making haste in sprinting across your room.

You pulled the door to your room open, meeting Chuuya’s eyes. What a pretty colour they were, even though you did hate the guy you could admit that he was…hot, for lack of a better term.

But you would never admit that out loud, so instead you thrust the folder into his arms, “Here.”

-

2 Months later

“Who the fuck did this?” Chuuya hissed at you though his actions didn’t carry the same malice as his words as he ran his thumb over the cut on your face.

“Fuck Chuuya I dunno, doesn’t matter though we gotta go,” you groaned at the pain in your body, slurring your words as the earth tilted down slightly. The slight sound of gunshots down the street sent your heart racing, the both of you had to scram before getting caught in the crossfire, otherwise, it’ll be too late.

You felt the brush of wind against your exposed shoulders as your wings stuttered for a moment before folding in back on themselves, too weak to have energy wasted on them folded out.

“C’mon,” he muttered and wrapped a hand around your shoulders and the other around your waist, hoisting you up.

You moaned in pain as you rested your head against his shoulder, already feeling the slow regenerating effect of your ability kicking in.

That day, you saw Chuuya look at you with something a bit different than the usually anger and hate…worry.

-

2 Months later- present

“No no no idiot, Baileys is the one you can eat with ice-cream and all that shit, Concha Toro is good for admiring its taste in just itself,”

You eyed Chuuya’s explanation of the two brands with faint interest from the couch, you laid your head down on the arm of his couch as you took in your explanation.

“So, which one are we drinking?” you asked. Ever since Chuuya had heard that the only wine you’ve had was from the grocery store, he freaked and demanded that he take upon the role to educate you on his hobby, which was, of course, drinking wine.

“Concha Toro,” he stated, walking over to you as he uncorked the bottle and filled the two glasses up. He handed you one and you gingerly got up as he sat next to you on the couch. You took a small sip of it before cringing, “It’s way too bitter,” you gagged and Chuuya rolled his eyes as he made for a reach for your glass

“No!” you stated in possessiveness as you brought the glass closer to your chest, “Mine,” he raised an eyebrow at your antics.

Soon, through the small, mindless chatter with Chuuya you found yourself finishing the glass and swiped Chuuya’s own, draining that as well.

“Oneeee more!” you begged holding out your glass. You felt fuzzy and light like you were drifting on a cloud.

“Hell no, you’re drunk already you lightweight,” he stated back in return and you pouted, swaying towards him on the couch, “Please?” you slurred.

He shook his head and just as you swayed a little too far, your body lurched forward and he caught you in his harms. You immediately wrapped your arms around him and giggled, “Okay, I think its time you go to bed,” he stated at your antics.

He hoisted the both of you up and you stumbled forward, “You know I died once?” you stated, referring to your accident with the bus that seemed a million years ago. “Uh huh,” he said obviously not believing you, “It’s true!”

He gently pulled you forward but it seems as if the alcohol was really hitting you as you could barely walk, “Fuck my life..” he muttered and you stared at him as he wrapped his arms under you, pulling you up so he could carry you bridal style.

He was so pretty, god, you might even want to kiss him if you didn’t hate him so much. Humming you asked, “Chuuya do you hate me?” he stopped in his tracks and looked at you. “What the hell? I may detest you, but I don’t hate you, princess,” he called out that nickname. Whenever he called you princess, it always infuriated you, but you always felt a rush of warmth in the pit of your belly.

Reaching your head up, you nuzzled his neck affectionately as you tenderly kissed the spot underneath his ear.

“What the hell are you doing?” he asked, and you tilted your head up as you took in the blush creeping up his pale cheeks, “Loving you,”

“Chuuya,” you said, “Let’s not hate each other anymore, ‘kay?” he looked at you and grunted in amusement.

“We can talk about this in the morning, now just go to bed dumbass,”

“Promise?”

“Yeah, I promise,”

Maybe with the promise of a new life, you’d be okay again, hopefully enough that you could find your way back home. 

But was losing everything newfound worth it?

You’ll just have to see.

[misstinfoilhat]

The Boy in the Belfry Pt. 9, a Bungo Stray Dogs fic.

Õgai Mori, a former doctor and now the boss of the Port Mafia, was seated by his grand mahogany desk in his office. By his side, stood Elise, a young girl in a pretty red dress and the manifestation of his ability.

His eyes were focused on a faint stain on the polished wood after a coffee cup had been sat there without a coster on the unnecessarily expensive desk. It wasn't that it bothered him. If he could choose, it wouldn't be there, but right now, it was somewhere to concentrate his gaze while he thought through the events that had occurred the last few days.

Somehow, that incompetent old man had made his way into his office, two days ago. He was sure he had rid himself of that pest over ten years ago.

He had left him to bleed out on his own altar after a very unfortunate accident with his Glock the same day he had taken in his half-dead son. So clumsy of him.

Something inside his mind had snapped at the sight of the young body falling through the air. After he had decided that he wanted the boy, he already thought of him as his and the preacher had no right to damage anything of his.

Before leaving the HQ, he had every intention of paying the preacher for the boy. When the old man delivered damaged goods- the old man had to pay instead. That was how it worked when doing business with the Port Mafia.

And after all this time, the preacher had returned. The preacher had returned to kill him. He was going to kill Mori and take Dazai back.

Mori had obviously laughed in the old man's face and told him that the Port Mafia didn't have a fucking return policy (and even if they did, he was too late. The kid was an expired ware).

He had been playing with the thought of offering him Elise, just to taunt him. But, he knew from the preacher's obvious self-hatred and the damages that had been done to his son's body, that the old man didn't lean that way.

He felt sick just thinking about it.

With that, his thoughts drifted back to the first time he treated Dazai. It was that same day. If the kid didn't survive, he swore that he would go back there and kill the preacher one more time (which he now knew he should have done anyway).

Even though Mori had known that a fall from that hight was not enough to ensure fatality, there was no way to know for sure when Dazai was so young and had suffered much physical abuse prior to his suicide attempt.

The blood loss was not compatible with the fall. Also, the head trauma didn't fit the way he had landed. Mori was there to witness when Dazai hit the ground, and he had clearly landed with his feet first. That wouldn't cause his skull to fracture. And it certainly wouldn't leave burn marks all over his abdomen, back, and neck.

The broken legs, pelvis, spine and elbow- yes. Maybe the shoulder too. 

But carvings of fucking bible verses into the skin was not common fucking injuries after failed suicide attempts- It was the cause of them.

When the prior boss had found out everything, he had ordered Mori to continue down the path that was started by the preacher.

He wanted the boy tortured to the point that pain was all he knew. Tortured to the point where pain and suffering were more familiar than love and comfort. To the point where the boy didn't know anything else.

The Boss wanted an unfeeling human weapon. So that's what Mori gave him.

Learning about the boy's ability to nullify all other abilities had been quite the bonus. Obviously, it was a bit annoying under his training when they had realized and their entire training plan had to be changed- but it proved to be very helpful never the less.

Also, it was his only mean of protection. They had taught him martial arts and self-defense, but his body was weak from malnourishment and frail from all the injuries he had sustained through his life.

So, they ran with it. If Dazai was going to be fragile, he had to learn to work with it, make it his strength- and he had.

And now, out of the blue- two days ago; that weak, stupid and useless preacher was standing in front of this very coffee-stained desk, demanding to get back Mori's single greatest creation- and, disappointment.

The man who had started it all.

'The man whos powers worked on Dazai', he had realized. With everything that had happened while trying to save Dazai's life, making sure he was even able to walk again and then starting the training and realizing that the boy had that ability- Mori had never even realized that Dazai had been the victim of his father's ability for all of those years.

That was why the preacher had gotten Mori's attention that day. The only reason Mori had not killed him right then and there. Obviously, Mori was not going to ask the preacher about it yet, that would make him think he had the upper hand.

He would see this through. After all, they did have a common interest.

Either, Dazai needed to be on their side, or, they needed him to be dead. ///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////

Chuuya looked at the full tray of food that had been pushed aside from Dazai's bed.

“Do you eat?”

Chuuya looked suspiciously at Dazai in the hospital bed. His body had always been frail, but sometimes it looked weaker than others. Thinner.

“You just can't help yourself, can you, carrot top?” Dazai spat back, more amused than annoyed.

Chuuya shot back a stare he hoped might prove lethal.

“I've seen chicken legs with more fat on them than you.”

Dazai reached his tongue out. He slumped down on the bed and pouted.

“The hospital food is... Squishy.” “Squishy?”

“Yeah.”

Chuuya didn't look completely satisfied with that explanation.

“Come on chibi, it's a perfectly good word,” Dazai said determinedly.

Chuuya rolled his eyes. “No, and please stop calling me that!”

“What, chibi? Come on, you're 22 years old. You have to realize that you're not still growing, chibi.”

Chuuya's cheeks were puffed and flustered with anger.

“See? Just like your cheeks are right now, chibi! Squishy!” Dazai sang happily, reaching out to deflate them with his index fingers, just as there was a knock on the door.

Both of them immediately looked to the door on high alert.

It slowly opened, revealing a man with long gray hair.

“President,” Dazai exclaimed innocently and retracted his hands.

Fukuzawa looked suspiciously at the redhead seated at the bedside and approached.

Chuuya was clearly uncomfortable but got up and wearily reached out a hand to greet the ADA president anyway.

“My name is chib... Fuck! My name is Chuuya! I'm fucking Nakahara Chuuya,” he exclaimed as his cheeks turned crimson red and he mumbled curses under his breath while sitting down in the chair in complete disgrace, hanging his head low and covering his face with a gloved hand.

Dazai's grin was wide and victorious.

“I know who you are, Nakahara Chuuya,” Fukuzawa said sternly, mostly to establish dominance, before shifting his attention back to Dazai.

“I'd like to speak to you, in private,” he added, glaring back at the Port Mafia executive.

Chuuya scoffed, trying to recover from the embarrassment, and folded his arms.

“Great, I have more important things to attend to, than to prevent stickman over here from going fully hangman on our asses anyway,” he shrugged, getting up and giving a short wave while walking to the door.

“See you soon, Strawberry Shortcake!” Dazai waved back.

Four of five fingers folded from Chuuya's wave right before he slammed the door shut.

“Redheads are always so feisty,” Dazai smirked at his superior. Fukuzawa shook his head in disapproval, before settling on the uncomfortable plastic chair.

Dazai sighed at the lack of response, “So, Ranpo and Kunikida have been tattling?” he asked instead, unconsciously scratching his bandaged neck. As soon as he realized that the notion did not go unnoticed by Fukuzawa, he lowered his hand.

“Yes, they have told me about your feverish ramblings,” he stated, “and I have to admit, that I am concerned about you, Dazai.”

Dazai's smile didn't budge. “Sunday school, you know.”

“And what about the mentions of the Port Mafia boss, Mori?”

Dazai frowned and raised his shoulders, “He is a handsome man. I was never that great of a Sunday school student.”

Fukuzawa slapped his face with his palm. “You are so full of bull-”

“Language, boss,” Dazai scolded, acting shocked. "I have sensitive Sunday School ears."

Fukuzawa had never been closer to share Kunikida's desperate annoyance with Dazai. He got back to his feet and took a few laps around the room while trying not to lose his usually so mild temper.

“Dazai...” ///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////

Dazai wished people would stop saying his name in that tone. As if he had done something wrong. For once in his life, he knew what he was doing was right.

Sure, they would probably not see it that way, but if they'd known... Nothing good would come from that. Which was another thing he couldn't tell them, which they also would probably disagree with.

After Fukuzawa had left, he had finally been left alone for the first time in over a week.

He let the bed lower so he could lay straight, his back thanking him and his head being less grateful. He let the dizziness settle while breathing deeply, easing the nausea that came with it.

Chuuya already knew too much, but hopefully, Mori didn't know that. In which case, Chuuya was safe(not that he cared or anything). All though, the slug would probably do something stupid anyway...

For the first time in several weeks, he allowed himself to try and make sense of this whole situation.

Mori had told him years ago that his father was killed when he was retrieved from the church. That was obviously not true.

Why was his father back? Where had he been and why the hell (language, Dazai) would he try and find him? He hadn't been of any use for that bastard since the day he first met the Port Mafia, which had been made perfectly clear that same night, before his first... attempt of relief. Of peace, salvation and, just... to be left alone.

'What is happening to me?' Dazai thought while looking out the window to his right. 'Am I finally truly losing my mind?'

No. That had already happened years ago. There was no mind left to lose.

Dazai chuckled at the thought. 'Very well then, no mind left to lose means that there is not much else left to lose...'

///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////

The next day, Kunikida got a call. He threw his phone violently on the floor after listening for about a minute. Scared, disbelieving and concerned eyes looked at the man, as he stomped out of the room, through the hallway and straight into Fukuzawa's office.

After a couple of minutes, Fukuzawa came out of the room, leaving Kunikida to calm down inside.

“I need everyone to be ready in10 minutes,” he declared. “Dazai is missing," a deep sigh followed as he muttered under his breath, "...again."

[livesoffcoco]

New Beginnings

Pairing: Effie/Yuu

Notes: Yes, I went with Effie instead of Isla. And YES! This is Odasaku’s OC parents because I love Odasaku far too much. Effie was an experimented ability, just like Chuuya; hers can go corrupt as well. Our little first meeting is below the cut. If ya’ll have any questions about either of them, just give me a shout. 

               Yuu knew something was wrong. His ability, Flawless, allowed him to see 5 to 6 seconds into the future. Yet one did not need prophetic abilities like his to see something was wrong. “Sir.” He said, walking over to his commander. Both were dressed in thick body armor; completely black but still mobile enough to get the job done. Assassins needed to be quick on their feet after all. With his ability, he had become one of the best in the business, even though he was just 18 years old.

               His commander glanced over to Yuu, checking the loaded sniper rifle strapped to Yuu’s back. They shared a brief moment between the two of them, silent but so much more was communicated then if they had been speaking with one another. It seemed as though his commander was anxious about what they were tasked to do as well; both of them standing on the roof of the large, yet hidden, lab. Tucked near the edge of Yokohama, not many of the cities residents came out this far. The government could practically do whatever they wished if they wanted to. And that’s just what they did. Unchecked and unbothered, his commander’s contractor had heard of problems on the outskirts of the city near this exact building. So he and Yuu came out to check it out a few weeks back.

               And they saw lab tech’s and scientist, quite clearly working on human subjects; which was entirely against the law. Though they were not stupid. Yuu and his commander knew these scientist were working for the government. So now here they were, ready to bust in and find out what the hell was going on. If they saved subjects in the process, then all the better. Though the lethal brunette prayed to whatever god was listening that they would not find anyone. Call him a bleeding heart but he liked it better when people were not getting hurt.

               Either way, there was no way the two of them could put off entering the building any longer. They thankfully had the cover of night, and that very few, if any, workers were still there.

               Making quick work of the back door, the two of them entered, hand guns at the ready. Professionals, they quickly and quietly went through the room without raising any alarm. The hallways were all empty as they went along, the lights off as well; with only the dim underlighting along the floor to guide their way. Though, both were equipped with night vision goggles. They needed as much visibility as possible.

               It did not take long for Yuu and his commander to get to the main lab. Just like the hallways and the other rooms, it was silent. Not even the sound of machines came to life. That was…not good, to say the least. His commander moved to one side of the room while Yuu headed in the opposite direction.

               There were large cylindrical containers lining the walls and Yuu knew it wasn’t animals they had been storing; now that they were all empty. He had the sudden realization that the scientist knew he and his commander had bene on their way.  Of course they would have moved everyo-.

               He felt his body slam onto the ground, a hard mass hitting his back as two claw like hands wrapped around  his neck. Blood pooled underneath his head where it had smashed against the hard ground and blackness started to take over his vision.

               Or at least that’s what would have happened if he hadn’t moved out of the way with a quick jump. His commander was eerily silent and Yuu could only suspect the worst when he came face to face with a smaller body. Long and tangled red hair puffed up around the person’s head like a wild crown. They were dressed in white cloth pants and a white cloth shirt, similar to what a hospital would provide someone.

               Yet no…no. There was blood everywhere, dripping down the front of the… young woman’s shirt. It had to be a woman. Their face was thin and she had delicate features. His eyes lowered to her chest and yes, her breast were there, quite clearly braless. “Did you kill him?” Yuu asked, trying to be civil. He had not had a vision yet so that had to be good. But the young woman was breathing heavy, nearly panting as she stood there in front of him. In the darkness, he could barely make out her features, even with his night vision goggles.

               He waited for a few more minutes, not wanting to scare her. She was obviously a “patient” of the scientist. But he would not use that word. No, Yuu saw her more as a victim. What they had been doing, it was torture; quite clearly. And they hurt this young woman who now nearly looked feral.

               After a while, she shifted her weight, her hair falling away from her face. The girl couldn’t be older than 17; Yuu guessing about 16. She whispered something which he didn’t catch, but he did see how she grabbed at her abdomen; and then blood formed through her fingers. She was injured, gravely so.

               Yuu and his commander both knew the dangers of the job. While…while there was a part of him that wanted to go search for his commander, he had to help her first. She was hurting and she was scared. This was what he always wanted to do, help others. It just so happened that his ability and his talent in killing made that a little hard to do it the “classic” way. So without a second thought, he rushed forwards, catching her just as she passed out. Her body was far more muscled than he first thought it would be.

               But he could not think about that. He hefted her into his arms and rushed towards the exit where the two had entered. It was a good thing as well. He heard voices and ducked down just in time to see government officials and a scientist or two rushing back inside. Obviously the facility was not as shut down as they first thought. The cameras had to have been working or some other security system if they had been alerted.

               The young woman groaned in his arms, causing Yuu to tuck her face into the crook of his neck. It was clearly uncomfortable, being held against all the bits and pieces of his body armor, but he could not do anything else. While he waited for it to clear, and finally got the opening he needed to run from the building, he heard her speak again. This time, he caught what she said.

 ~’~

                 His eyes were green like the forest she grew up in. That was the first thing Effie noticed when she opened her own eyes once again. The light was dim, obviously it being in the middle of the night. Yet somehow, some way, she was able to see light upon his face. Perhaps it was a car, perhaps it was the mood; their bodies were rushing away from that horrid lab.

               “Thank you.” She whispered through the blood in her mouth; the poison of an ability finally calming down inside of her. Those scientist cursed her, but this young man… He glanced down again, the night goggles pushed up out of his face.  

               “You speak English?” He asked, speaking it fluently as well. She nodded as he started to move once again. All Effie wanted to do was cut the hair matted and trailing from his arms, but she had lost too much blood already. Her entire body was growing weak. And before she could do anything else, she felt her body collapse against his chest; being rocked back into unconsciousness in his arms as he rushed her away.

               And Effie did not wake up again until much later. When she did, light was blinding her, causing her to turn away and come face to face with a crème colored wall. Quickly, she sat up, finding that she had been placed in a makeshift bed on the floor. It wasn’t a futon, the cushions were far too thick. Her eyes flickered around the room once again after finding that she was in clean lounging clothes and her stomach had been bandaged.

               “You are awake.” She turned at the slightly familiar voice and had to tamper down the blush she felt rise in her face. Hell, she was a 16 year old girl that was attracted to men! And the man that had just walked in…my goodness. Her eyes trailed over his form as he walked towards her. It was a nice room; either in an equally nice house or equally nice apartment. He set the tray of soup, bread, and water next to her before sitting and crossing his legs. “I’m sorry I couldn’t get anything more substantial. I didn’t want to leave you for multiple reasons. This was all I could get on short notice.”

               “It’s more than enough. They did not feed us even this well back in the lab.” Effie whispered, throat raw. It was always like that when her ability went haywire.

               They sat in silence, Effie grabbing the water before he spoke. “My name is Yuu.”

               “Effie.”

               “It’s nice to meet you Effie. Do you know how old you are?” One question at a time it seemed. Effie thanked him for it in her mind.

               “16. I…I’m not from Japan, but my dad is Japanese.” She replied. It was more information than he probably needed, but she shared it anyways. Yuu nodded and picked up the bowl of soup. He traded the water with her and place the cup back on the ground as she started to drink the broth.

               “That’s good. Do you have any way to contact your parents? Do you know what happened, why you ended up in that lab?”

               Effie hated that she could already tell she was going to cry. She hated that she was going to cry in front of this handsome man; her savior. But the tears came anyways and the young man was thankfully unjudging. “No. They were killed by the people that took me, those scientist. I’m sorry. I don’t know what to do.” Effie sobbed as she put the bowl of soup down. And without even blinking, or flinching away, she allowed herself to be folded into Yuu’s strong arms. He shushed her, brushing her unruly red hair out of her face.

               And it was so nice to be held with no intention behind it other than seeing that she felt better. He was gentle, whispering ‘it’s ok’s’ and ‘it’s alright’s’ into her hair. “Don’t worry about that Effie. I’m sorry about your parents. I won’t kick you out though. I would never do that.” He pulled back some, hand still on the middle of her back and the other was respectfully sitting beside him. He stared at her, their eyes locked and Effie felt such a burst of thankfulness that she just threw her arms back around him and squeezed tight; the hug fully expressing what she needed it to.

               “Thank you Yuu!” Effie squeezed hard enough to the point Yuu laughed, choking some.

               And Yuu was stronger than he looked as well. Because of all the experiments done on her, Effie could easily lift 500 pounds without sweating. For him to be able to pull her grasp away, that was impressive.

               “I told you Effie, I won’t just kick you out. We can figure all of this out together.” Yuu paused before cupping the side of her face. While she did blush, it was nice that there was nothing sexual behind it; just comfortable intimacy between the two of them, so natural. “I promise you Effie, I’ll keep you safe.”

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Human Qualification- Chapter 25

June ???

In this chapter, we celebrate Dazai’s birthday and...

Thank you for reading up until now!! Only one more chapter!

Huge thanks to @missmizpah @gracieuxetoile and @deathly-oreos for reading it over!!

Summary: To slowly lose all your functions until you are nothing but a trapped mind in a deteriorated shell, that’s what it means to be ‘No Longer Human.’

This chapter can also be found on ao3 here. Without further ado, please enjoy!

Death was waiting. It sat in each container of oxygen, prepared to fill Dazai’s lungs when they were empty. It loitered by each IV and feeding tube, hoping for them to run dry. It spread like a rash throughout his body, masked only by an intoxicating dosage of morphine. The drug was a cloud which lifted Dazai from his failing body, leaving behind the creaking pain of his bones and the dark thoughts which had for so long haunted his waking moments. It rocked and cradled him, comforting and ushering him into a dream, as he lay in his sateen sheets. It whispers to him, validating his beliefs: a world without pain was close; it was okay to stop breathing; it was easy, painless.

But then it would drop him, and he would fall onto the prickling agony of being alive. He was trapped on his bed of flames, which seared pain into limbs and suffocated his lungs. Alarms blared throughout his body, drowning out his thoughts, but he couldn’t do anything. So he waited for a nurse to come by and douse his suffering with liquid bliss.

Dazai was floating through a dream, in which the walls, the ceiling, the floor, even his bed had all blurred into an abstract white mass, and the incessantly beeping was a song, when it was interrupted by a rough voice. “Oi, Dazai, are you awake?”

Yes, he thought he was awake, even if it took a minute for his eyes to refocus. The voice belonged undeniably to Chuuya, who had sat in a chair nearby. When he visited Dazai, he no longer slouched; instead, he looked full of energy, if not anxiety. He was almost the same as before albeit he was a bit thinner, and his hair was cut a bit straighter. His clothes—belt, gloves, choker, hat and all—and tone had returned to their abrasive expressions, and the glow of the sun had risen again in the blue expanse of his eyes.

Chuuya sighed audibly. “Well, anyway, I came to visit and to say ‘happy birthday.’”

It was Dazai’s birthday? Days had passed unpredictably—some whizzed by, others dredged—without beginning nor end. Sometimes when Dazai was awake, Chuuya was there, sometimes Odasaku, sometimes Ango, but there was never an indicator of the date. Dazai hadn’t expected to be around for his birthday. A smile tugged futilely at his lips, but they did not move.

“Y’know, I didn’t think I’d be celebrating your birthday like this. Last year, I didn’t think I’d want to fucking celebrate your birthday at all.” Chuuya chuckled under his breath. “But here I am.” He reached behind his back, a veneer of red embarrassment on his cheeks. “I brought you a gift…”

A gift? What kind of gift could Dazai accept now, like this?

Chuuya pulled out a white binder from behind him. The label read “Dazai’s photos.”

“I printed your photos and made an album of them. I thought maybe you’d want to see them.”

He wanted to see them. Maybe it would comfort him to remember his memories as he lay waiting for death’s inevitable arrival. But he didn’t want to see them. It would be less painful to die without being reminded of all the things he’d leave behind. Was this sentimentality? A double-edged sword, two doomed choices. But he was relieved of the burden of choosing; it was up to Chuuya’s discretion.

“I don’t have any photos before last October, but you can’t complain; it’s your fault, unsentimental bastard.” Without another complaint, Chuuya opened up the book and began his tale of memories.

In the beginning, the photos were truly Dazai’s, taken by him when he could still use his hands. Most of the photos were of irrelevant things: the full moon which returned every month with the same face, a pot of fondue still on the menu of a certain restaurant. Maybe Dazai didn’t understand sentimentality back then either, yet they squeezed his weak heart. How did such mundane things—even cheap 2D replicas—stir Dazai’s emotions with the same ephemeral sorrow as falling cherry blossoms? There were also photos of Chuuya: Chuuya with his lopsided haircut, with his favorite choker, gloves, and hat, Chuuya in a khaki shirt and pants, Chuuya in a kimono the color of maple leaves. The Chuuya in the pictures was still radiant, glowing under the moonlight. His eyes captured the light of the stars which didn’t shine, and his lips were soft and still unkissed. Dazai wished that he kissed them then or that he could do it now, as Chuuya sat so close. But it was too late.

Soon enough the collection shifted obviously to Chuuya’s photos, marked by an increase in quality (from Dazai’s new camera) and an increase in photos of Dazai. In the photos, Dazai still looked like himself; he still had the same hair, same clothes, same bandages. Uncharacteristically, he wore an unaffected smile on his face. As Dazai lay in his deathbed, that grin looked foreign, a passing visitor which left without a trace. If that smile was genuine at the time, it was only painful now.

Eventually the photos became less and less along with Dazai’s body mass, hair, and mobility. They fell away until Dazai was but a skeleton with skin. The last photo (from around two months ago) could only be described as a picture of death. Sitting in his wheelchair, Dazai was a ghost, beyond the limits of his life. His smile was hollow. Around him, the cherry trees were poisoned by his aura of death, having mournfully shed all their petals. They too were weak, exposed, dying.

Even Chuuya (not in the photo) had been tainted. He had lost his color of his complexion, of his clothes, and of his personality. It was all dull like a zombie as he plodded through their routine half-dead and without thought.

But it was almost over. The scenery, the sterile hospital room, still lacked color, but it was speckled with beeping machinery and frantic medical workers. Chuuya had made a full recovery, and by the time he finished his narration, his face was its usual shade of red--not of anger or embarrassment, but of sadness. Even his eyes had swollen scarlet, tears gathering at the brim. But they didn’t fall.

Chuuya rapidly turned away with a gulp, trying to hold down his emotions. “So, that’s it. I hope you liked it.”

Dazai did like it although he didn’t understand why. The collection had only added to his pain: a tight ache in his chest and inflammation in his cheeks. But he liked it. Somehow the pain was also warm, comforting.

Dazai felt fulfilled for the first time, yet he still yearned for more. This time it wasn’t death; it was more greedy than that. He craved what he had known only so briefly: warmth, happiness, love, and he craved time. The white confines of the hospital could give him none of that; it only promised a cold, sterile death.

Dazai could say nothing, neither his satisfaction nor his objections. He could only wait for the end.

Footsteps plodded into the room. They were different than the nurses’ brisk movements. Although they were accompanied by silence, Dazai had no trouble figuring them out. They must have been Chuuya’s. He sat quietly for an uncertain amount of time. Dazai had no idea what was on his mind, but the silence was comforting. Dazai wasn’t prepared to confront whatever dreadful things haunted Chuuya—he wasn’t prepared even for his own fate.

After some time of nothingness, Chuuya squeezed Dazai’s hand with unnecessary force before a nurse scurried in, shutting the door behind them.

“Nakahara-san…” The nurse’s voice trailed off.  

“I know.” Chuuya spoke in a clipped manner.

“I’m sorry… Dazai-san is probably not conscious anymore. At this point… We did all that we could. I’m sorry.”

No response.

It’s okay. I’m ready.

“I understand. But please give me a minute.”

“Of course.” With that, the nurse stepped out of the room.

Suffocating silence filled the closed room. Even without words, Dazai could feel Chuuya’s sorrow through his grip on his hand, shifting back and forth between tight and loose holds. Either way, for Dazai, it was warm and comfortable.

It’s okay. You don’t need to worry about me. I’ve always wanted to die, anyway.

If there were other words he wanted to say, other thoughts he had, they were drowned out by such consoling thoughts, thoughts that would never reach Chuuya anyway.

“Dazai…” Cold teardrops fell onto the warmth of their hands’ embrace.

Dazai wanted to reach out to Chuuya, to wipe his tears and stroke his cheek, to hold him and whisper gentle assurances—but he couldn’t.

“Dazai, I’m sorry.”

Ah, there they were again, such hopeless words...

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