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now we’re swallowing the shine of the summer
[Chuuya turned into the alley just in time to see Dazai fall over, a man with a bat standing over him. There were a few more people standing around, too - who the hell had his ex-partner pissed off now, Chuuya wondered. And how the hell had they managed to get the better of him. Dazai might be a shitty fighter, but he always had a plan.
Chuuya was already kicking one of the men into a wall when he remembered that Dazai's plan was often him.
If t was, he was going to kill him, he decided. They weren't partners anymore, after all. But it might just be a coincidence, too. This wasn't Port Mafia territory. Dazai probably hadn't known he'd be in the area. But if he'd got himself caught up in some thugs' business without a plan, then Chuuya was really going to kill him.
The last of the men went down, and Chuuya hurried over to check on Dazai. He crouched down next to him, gently patted his face, then pinched his nose for a few seconds to see if he really was passed out, or just being lazy. No reaction. He had a few scratches, some bleeding. One of the wounds looked bad, but it wasn't life threatening - it just needed to be cleaned and bandaged, or he'd almost definitely get an infection.
Alright, so. What the hell did he do?
Most people would bring him to the hospital, but Chuuya wasn't most people. He was mafia. And he knew Dazai valued his privacy, too. He could bring him to that pet agency of his, but the thought of doing that for Dazai made his skin crawl. Besides, he couldn't let word get out that he'd carried a traitor to safety. He could leave Dazai here. But then Dazai wouldn't know Chuuya had helped him, and he really wanted a chance to rub that in the asshole's face.
— He could bring him home.
It felt weird. It was something he would have done when they were partners. But it was only because he wanted to annoy him, not because he actually cared that he was hurt. Still, Chuuya hesitated a bit. He brushed Dazai's hair back, just to check his scalp for any other injuries. Yeah, he'd bring him home. He couldn't wait to see Dazai's face when he realized who had saved his sorry ass.
Carefully, Chuuya shifted Dazai around, pulling him up slightly by the arms, and then leveraged his weight onto his shoulders in a fireman's carry. Then he set off in the direction of his apartment. ]
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[So it's not his fault? He had actually been prepared. At least, he'd been prepared for an injured person who wasn't Dazai, since he did live to make everything more difficult.
But he isn't too annoyed now. Especially when Dazai is actually admitting that a bath would be too much - honesty is rare, and notable, so he doesn't comment beyond reaching for the softest, fluffiest blanket he has, wrapping it around Dazai's shoulders.]
I'll finish bandaging you.
[He ignores the water running down his own back - he can dry himself off later - trying to finish up quickly so Dazai can get back in bed. He gently dabs off the water, and, in some cases, blood, presses the bandages in place, and then stands to help Dazai up.]
I don't think I have any clothes you can borrow.
[They'll all be way too small.]
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You're really going to get shy about nudity at this point? Such a delicate flower!
[Maybe he'll regret saying that, but honestly? It will still be worth it. Something normal, amid the pain; something to take the sharpness off this mood that is way too soft between them. A little sabotage like this is the very least that it needs.
Still, Dazai won't be a dick beyond that, and he accepts the help in standing up, walking back to the bed without a fuss - a little slowly, perhaps, but then he's always taken his time.]
I'll have some clothes delivered to a safe spot. Later.
[At the same point he'll call the ADA, probably, but he really doesn't feel like doing any of that right now, not to mention he can't trust himself to be sharp enough. Some more sleep, to clear his head; there'll be enough time, later.]
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[You're lucky you're too injured for violence to be any fun, Dazai. Chuuya blushes, because naked Dazai is definitely a sight he enjoys, and he was trying not to take the conversation in that direction.]
It was in case you got cold, asshole. But if you want to freeze, be my guest.
[He's definitely not checking out Dazai's body. He's definitely not wondering if Dazai is checking out his, since he's just as naked, and still wet on top of it.]
I'll get you that phone.
[Softness: still present. Dazai's plan: failed. That level of teasing doesn't really sting, aside from the part where it reminds him of what he used to think they could have. He does throw the blanket back over Dazai as soon as he's in bed, though.]
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There are things that he appreciates about Chuuya. He won't deny that. It's almost like having an especially ugly pet, but being proud of it because it's ugly; no doubt it's exactly that same kind of fondness. Sometimes, even Dazai wonders if they could be more, but they can't. He doesn't have it in him, and he knows it. Every half-crazed man he knows could have that, but not Dazai himself. Things like love aren't real, and Dazai, it seems, is the only person smart enough to realize just how fake they are.
It's not something that bothers him, normally, and yet it doesn't sit well with him now, irritating even when it shouldn't be.
He really does need some rest.]
Nap first...
[He lies down and doesn't want to move, if he even could; he feels Chuuya throw the blanket over him, but he's out like a light in less than a minute - a true record, for him. He'll sleep for another hour or two, maybe even longer. Hopefully he'll have more of his wits about him when he wakes up.]
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Chuuya wants him. It doesn't matter that Dazai isn't capable of giving him what he wants - Chuuya would take anything he could give. And the reminder makes him feel pathetic. Besides, buying a pair of underwear is pretty cheap, when he was already out picking up medicine.
That's his excuse, though Dazai probably knows better.
Chuuya is in his guest bedroom, long since turned into a home dojo. He's been working out, trying to sweat out his feelings and frustrations, and not really getting anywhere with it. By now he's moved on to stretches, pushing his flexibility to its limits, enjoying the light pain in his muscles.
He's keeping one ear cocked for any sounds from his bedroom, in case Dazai wakes up. He knows he won't hear Dazai unless he wants to be heard, but that's never stopped him from trying.
It's not like he's able to relax anyway.]
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Then again, is he really so nice a person that he doesn't want to hurt Chuuya's feelings? Unlikely.
When Dazai finally wakes up - and it takes longer than he would have expected - the pain has subsided somewhat with the rest. Instead, his body has become uncomfortably stiff, which is a nuisance, but might just help him not to overdo it again. Bodies have a funny way of being helpful, sometimes.
Slowly blinking back into existence, he listens to the soft sounds in the distance, Chuuya clearly exercising. As expected... Chuuya never did know when to relax. It's a surprise to see the phone and pills all ready for him, not because he doubted that Chuuya would make good on his word, but because it's more proof that Dazai was out a lot longer than he'd expected to be.
Oh, well. No point in worrying about that now. Dazai pushes himself up, turning to sit against the headboard. He's not especially trying to be quiet, as it happens; he's more focused on doing what needs to be done, much as he hates to bother. The pills - a normal amount, this time - are first; he'll give them a while to take effect before he makes that call. Even if the pain is no longer the overwhelming presence it was after he'd
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"Relax" really isn't in his vocabulary.
When he finishes, he wipes sweat off his face, draping the small towel over a shoulder as he heads for the kitchen, putting on a pot of coffee. He's only wearing a pair of yoga pants - wine red, of course - since he never bothers with more when he's just working out at home, and he's definitely not putting in the effort for Dazai.
Only then does he head back to the bedroom.]
Finally awake?
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And yet he didn't die! Again! Honestly, what does a man need to do to get some peace around here?!
Still, the appearance of the very personification of the anti-peace is surprisingly welcome. Dazai couldn't say why it actually feels good to see Chuuya. Must be how he's half naked.
Or the pills are kicking in. Probably that.]
Mhm! Your bed is surprisingly comfortable without you in it!
[... Welp, so much for playing nice. But considering how much space Chuuya occupies in bed for such a tiny person, the comment is not without a core of truth.]
How long was I out for, anyway?
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[Just saying. If Dazai didn't get enough space, it was his own fault. Not that Chuuya wouldn't have wrapped himself around Dazai eventually, if his ex-partner hadn't grabbed him first. He's a sleep cuddler. It's always inevitable.
Though his bed is more than big enough for the two of them.
He walks over just to check the pills, and the water glass, although he's too sweaty to want to sit back down on the bed right now. Might as well spare the sheets at least a little.]
About three hours. Are you hungry?
[Not that he really has anything to offer. The nearby takeout places are going to get a lot of business from him until Dazai leaves.]
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[Maybe that wasn't the only reason why he'd clung to Chuuya. Maybe he'd even liked it, just a little. But good luck getting Dazai to admit that, even to himself.
Still, he doesn't drive home his point with further emphasis, the way he might have. Even Dazai can have his moments of almost-sorta-kinda consideration and/or gratitude, it seems.
Honestly, as much of a habit as bullying Chuuya is, it's not giving him the joy it normally does, and it's getting to be exhausting. For that reason and no other, maybe he'll try to hold back just a bit.]
Hmm, I could eat. Are you going to cook for me, Chuuya~?
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[Dazai is clearly feeling at least a little better, and is still not being as much of an ass as he can be, so that means Chuuya can flirt a little.
He's not naive enough to think that will last, of course. The only reason why Dazai is behaving is because he gets something out of it. He'll heal up, he'll return to his little agency, and he'll go back to being the asshole who abandoned him. Chuuya is taking care of him; Dazai won't return the favor, and Chuuya won't ask him to.
But it's easier not to think about that.]
If I cook, you'll just complain about it. Besides, I don't have any ingredients.
[Actually, he is going to sit on the edge of the bed. A little sweat won't hurt it at this point. ]
I'll order something. What do you want?
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I see your plans to stunt my healing process have taken a turn for the lewd. As expected of the mafia.
[He can say that mostly with a straight face, because it's honestly hilarious that he can say it. He's worse than most people in the mafia, he knows, even if he just doesn't care, rather than getting a thrill out of doing evil. One could argue that not caring is far, far worse.
Sometimes he's honestly surprised that he left the mafia. But, even disregarding his very good reasons for that, he would have almost certainly self-destructed by now, if he hadn't left. He might have taken the mafia with him, too, which would have been good in some ways, and a disaster in others. Either way, Yokohama wouldn't have been the same.
Yet here they are. Having an external moral compass like Odasaku might just be easier than having an internal one like most anyone else.]
You have a point. [He absolutely would complain. And no, he's not ashamed of that in the least.] Let's see... How about wagyuu?
[Said with the biggest and most innocent of smiles, even though he's pretty obviously just trying to set Chuuya back as much money as he can.]
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I always said I'd take you out, one way or another.
[Taking him out with sex is absolutely valid. Especially when Dazai has done that to him once or twice in the past - fucked him so thoroughly and teased and toyed with him for so long he couldn't walk straight afterwards. Chuuya definitely missed a few meetings that way.
Or turned up anyway, barely keeping it together, but too stubborn to stay at home. Hiding erections under the table.
He wouldn't mind getting back at him for that. ]
I'm not sure you even deserve wagyuu.
[He doesn't care about the money. It's just pocket money.]
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Chuuya going to meetings with a few toys on or in him was definitely the best. Remote controls are so convenient. Not that Dazai was able to pull that one off a lot, because some people - like Mori - would definitely have known.]
If only you were a beautiful woman, that wouldn't be a bad way to go.
[Death by sex! Definitely the least unpleasant death, and one Dazai wholly approves of. He may just aim for that one, eventually.
But not yet - and not with Chuuya, as stated. It's really nothing personal (much), but if you're chasing the concepts of love and death as described by society, not to mention their associated feelings of desire and fear that you don't experience the proper way yourself, then going for the common, heteronormative picture only makes sense, surely?
Still, that's a little too philosophical for the likes of Chuuya, probably. Lucky him.]
Then get me whatever you think I do deserve. [He may complain, but he's not really picky. He doesn't normally feel very hungry, but with his injuries, his body is working overtime to heal. Any food is good food.] Don't ask what I want if you're not going to give it to me anyway. That's a cruel way to treat an injured person, Chuuya.
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Flirtatious mood: Ruined.]
Tch. So go find a beautiful woman and get out of my life.
[He stands up again, and turns to leave so he can find his phone and order them something. He really doesn't want to get Dazai what he wants now, but he's not sure what else to order. He'd get sushi, but Dazai would just steal all his a favorite pieces.
And he does need the protein, and he deserves a treat, so maybe he should just get wagyuu after all. ]
You're the last person to deserve special treatment, injured or not. I'm going to shower.
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It's probably just because of his injuries. Chuuya's reactions are exactly as predicted, so it's not as if Dazai is losing his touch.
While Chuuya is away, Dazai shifts to grab the phone Chuuya got him, only grunting in pain a little as he does, and makes some necessary phone calls. It's mostly a matter of letting people - both at work and some shadier connections - know he'll be away for a while. The Agency can do without him for a while, but Fukuzawa deserves to know that Dazai will vanish for a bit even if nobody else does. As for the rest: well... Of course Dazai has taken measures to ensure that important information will end up with the right people, if he should suddenly "disappear". It wouldn't do to have that information come out now, even if calling the people guarding it also necessitates having them move. (The phone seems safe enough, but Dazai isn't trusting Chuuya more than he needs to. Chuuya's loyalty to the mafia has always been an absolute certainty - much to Dazai's petty annoyance, for reasons both practical and personal.)
Then all arrangements are made, and God help him, Dazai is already bored.]
CHUUYA! [He's already played the 'injured' card too much, so he's going for simply annoying, now, shouting in the general direction of the bathroom.] WHERE IS MY FOOOOOOD??
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Then when he gets out he has to use toner, serum and day cream on his face. He has to blow dry his hair, while scrunching it with his hands, twirling the longer strands to bring out his waves. His good looks don't come easy.
Besides, he's taking extra time today just to annoy Dazai.]
YOU CAN STARVE.
[This is yelled back through the open bathroom door as he rubs lotion into his body. He did order food, but it will get there when it gets there, and Dazai definitely doesn't deserve for him to put a rush on it.
He could have paid extra to get the food quickly, probably.]
DYING OF HUNGER SUITS YOU.
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[What a civilized conversation between civilized people. If Chuuya's place wasn't appropriately sound-proofed to prevent people spying on him, this would be dangerous indeed.
Well, whatever. Dazai is bored, so he clearly deserves attention no matter what.]
IF YOU DON'T HURRY WITH THE FOOD, I AM DRINKING ALL OF YOUR WINE!
[He's staying in bed for now, actually, but Chuuya doesn't have to know that. It's mostly an exaggeration for the sake of it, anyway: Dazai doubts that even he could drink all of Chuuya's wine.
Still, he could set him back an incredibly expensive bottle or two.]
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[Very civilized, very mature. Chuuya isn't too worried about his wine collection anyway - while he has no doubt Dazai could break into his wine cellar, he'd first have to make it out of bed, which is a bigger obstacle. Concussions are useful for something.
At least he assumes Dazai has one. Serves him right.
He continues taking his time. If Dazai wants attention, he'll have to be less of a dick, and not talk about women when Chuuya is flirting with him. Though Chuuya shouldn't be flirting with him at all. He's slipping up, and really, he's mad at himself. ]
IF YOU WANT SOMETHING, TRY NOT BEING AN ASS
[Dazai is bored and Chuuya is needy, it should be possible to solve both??]
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HAVE YOU EVER HEARD OF AN ASS BEING HUNGRY?!
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NEVERMIND, I TAKE THAT BACK!
[Clearly Chuuya and his ass are the wrong people to ask that question.
Hnnnggggg so bored so boooooored... Time to grab the very safe phone that Chuuya so graciously provided, and send out a bunch of dumbass anonymous texts to various people. Bad jokes; slight bullying here and there... Good times.]
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Is it possible for a blush to be audible? He feels like it's somehow audible.]
SHUT UP.
[Dont be mean. Especially since his ass isn't getting fed enough lately. He's starving, okay, he deserves some attention.
But not now, because he's definitely not going back into his bedroom until he's stopped blushing.
Although it's only a few minutes until the door bell rings, announcing the second food delivery of the day. Chuuya is really finished in the bathroom by now, he's just wasting time to annoy Dazai, so he goes to buzz them in, and doesn't even bat an eye at the ridiculous price for the meat.]
I should eat both in front of you instead of sharing.
[He says as he hands one takeout box over. So obviously not doing that.]
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Dazai may be in pretty shitty health right now, but between the successful teasing and the random phone bullying (which at least tides him over for a few minutes), he's in a decent mood. When the doorbell rings, he sits up straight, wide-eyed and eager like a hungry puppy.
Don't even pretend, Chuu. Dazai is the last person you'll fool.]
You should. Maybe it'll help you grow.
[Dazai only says this once he's safely holding his own box. He may be a dick, but he's not stupid.
He is, however, surprisingly hungry. It really must be the injuries making him crave nutrition this much, when he's normally fine with very little food.]
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He leans against the headboard, grabs his chopsticks, and then steals a bite from Dazai's box.]
I'm tall enough, asshole.
[At least that's what he'll claim now. He stopped growing years ago, long before Dazai stopped growing, which was just unfair.]
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Glaring over at Chuuya for his stealing, Dazai nevertheless decides not to comment on it. Not like he's going to miss a single bite. Even as hungry as he is, it will take some real effort to finish his entire meal.]
Personally, I think you could have been shorter. That way you wouldn't even have to kneel to suck me off.
[Embrace your midget life and shrink already, Chuu!]