[Chuuya is tying the ropes carefully around Dazai, making sure they're secure enough to stop him wiggling free. He's not trying to cut off any circuclation, though he's angry enough that he's a little bit tempted, just to make it that extra bit uncomfortable. After a second's consideration he decides not to - this is supposed to be a punishment, not murder.
He's not saying much as he works. He's saving it for later. Dazai knows what he did, anyway. Chuuya is sick of his games, sick of the--
He's not sure. The truth is, he doesn't really care when Dazai humiliates him in some way. It's just what they've always been doing to each other, and he's not sure he'd know how to do it any different, not to mention he's pretty sure changing it would mean distancing themselves again. And that thought scares him. So normally he'd pick a fight, throw a couple of punches, then move on, but this time... This time, Dazai's little prank didn't target just him. It got in the way of a job he was doing for the Organization.]
Not even gonna try to get out of it?
[He's surprised Dazai is letting him do this. There's no time-sensitive mission Dazai has to get back to, which Chuuya could leverage against him. Chuuya hadn't even tried. He'd just grabbed Dazai, and dragged him into his home dojo, where rings on the ceiling usually hold his actual punching bag, as opposed to his ex-partner shaped one. That's where he'll be hanging Dazai from this time.
He double checks that Dazai's hands are tied - of course Dazai can undo it, but even he would need a few moments - before deciding, just to be a dick, to bring the rope down and between Dazai's legs as well, so that if he squirms, that's where it will pull the most. And then he immediately starts lifting him up so he's hanging upside down by his legs.]
[Well, there they go... Dazai can't say he's looking forward to this, but he's just going to have to put up with it. He messes with Chuuya all the time - it's something of a hobby, one could say, even when it isn't work! - but he is very much aware that he went rather far this time. He had excellent reasons for doing so, very much business over pleasure, but that's not going to make Chuuya's desire for vengeance any less. Rather than risk a confrontation in the middle of the city, or even at the Agency, Dazai decided to just face the music, let Chuuya blow off some steam, and move on from it all. It's certainly not his favorite way of handling things, but all in all, it's easily the wisest decision in terms of pros and cons, in this specific case.
Besides, maybe by making it so easy for Chuuya, it will take most of the satisfaction away? Dazai can hope!]
No. [His tone extremely bored, he says it almost like a question, because why would he try to get out of it? If that was his plan, he wouldn't be here now. (He might not even be in the country! But that option, too, had too many downsides.)] This is going to save us both a lot of time, don't you think?
Just do what you need to do, and let's get this over with.
[He definitely is preparing to free himself quickly just in case, of course. But he's going to try and do this legitimately first, for as long as he can put up with it. He's definitely expecting this to be unpleasant, but that's just how it is.
Besides, if he gets even a little bit injured, it'll be a good excuse to call in sick for a week or so, right? So it'll all even out.]
[The indifference from Dazai is frustrating. He does know that it's an act, that Dazai hates letting anyone get even a slight win against him (especially Chuuya), but he's angry and he wants the satisfaction of seeing and hearing that he's getting to Dazai, too. He wants, at the very least, a slight sign of regret, even though Dazai definitely this possibility into consideration when he did what he did.]
I won't go easy on you, then.
[Not if Dazai is going to have that attitude.
He's in trouble with Mori. Some of his subordinates will be working overtime to try to fix this, when they deserve their time off, and Chuuya is going to have to make that up to them. And he's terrified that he and Dazai are going to have to end this... pretense they've had going, and go back to being actual enemies. That's a feeling he's definitely not allowed to actually have, and it only fuels his anger more as he starts to pull on a loose rope, causing Dazai to spin. It's not too fast yet, but combined with the blood rushing to his head from being upside down, it's effective. It's not the first time they've done this. And he wants Dazai to be able to talk for now.]
While I'm keeping you here, my subordinates are fixing your mess.
[Though with the changes they now have to make, Dazai is probably getting the result he wanted anyway. That's the problem with him - he's always too many steps ahead.]
Was getting me into trouble necessary or just a bonus?
very well, i'll tell you exactly what happened the moment i walked through the door, you threw yourself all over me! you ought to remember the sound of your begging, right? 'dazai, dazai' over and over again it was truly pathetic, so i of course had no choice but to take care of you and then...
[Chuuya did actually spend a couple of days resting. Using Corruption forces him to, much as he hates it, because while he can usually force himself to move after he first wakes up, keeping it up for more than a short time will make him pass out again. It's as though every bit of energy in his body has been sapped out of him, as if Arahabaki simply released it into the atmosphere, leaving Chuuya with nothing.
But a few days off is all he's willing to give himself. He's injuried, too, but a few cracked ribs is nothing, and staying cooped up in his room just makes his mood worse. He can't take it. He can't take being stuck all alone thinking about Dazai, and what they did, so he covers his bruises up with concealer, and heads to the office to catch up on paperwork and to see what else needs to be done. He makes it to lunch before Kouyou finds him passed out over his desk and sends him home again.
But it's the next day again, and he's fine, because he has to be. It's raining out, but it's barely a drizzle, so he dresses warm, pulls on a slightly oversized hoodie, and heads outside to go for a run. It feels good to move again, or at least that's what he tells himself. He makes himself ignore the way his body feels, starts off with an easy jog until he can get his pulse up, until his muscles are ready for more. Breathing in is surprisingly difficult. For some reason he feels like he can't inhale deeply enough. His muscles are screaming at him. But if he just gets himself going, it'll pass, he knows it, the first five minutes are always difficult.
(Not like this, and he knows that, but --)
Ten minuntes later, and he's leaning against a random building like he actually needs the support to hold himself up. His face is white, though barely visible under the hood he's pulled over his head. His clothes are getting wet. His breathing at this point is sounding pained.]
[When Dazai is in moods, he wanders. Around the port, around the city. He doesn't plan on where he's going, and he knows the layout of this place like the back of his hand, so he's not worried about getting lost or finding his way home--not that he really cares right now, anyway. He's in one of those moods. Maybe if he finds a particularly swollen river, he'll jump in; maybe not. It depends on if he thinks it'll be more of a pain than it's worth.
He's thinking about Chuuya too much lately, which is also a pain. Things are so bothersome lately that the rafters of his ceiling really look quite tempting, but everything in the ADA is so busy that he's ended up disappearing again for a few days, as he does. He'll show up eventually, but right now he feels like being out in the rain, and at least the fresh air will be better than his apartment, where he feels like either pacing the floors or drinking himself to sleep.
God, he hates Chuuya. If Dazai could just stop thinking about him, things would be wonderful. Or at least passable. His hair is getting wet, but his coat keeps him more or less dry; umbrellas are too troublesome, too. Maybe if he walks for long enough, he'll get bored thinking about Chuuya and whatever the hell that had been-
Dazai stops.
He'd know that figure anywhere. Shorter than average, with a posture stance that nags at his least pleasant dreams. Oh, he really just needs to turn around and get the fuck out of here before something irritating happens, like Chuuya noticing, but...
He should be resting, and Dazai knows it. He knows it too well, honestly, the recovery rate for Chuuya after using Corruption, dependent on how long he'd let it go for. He'd had to know for their partnership, that's all. And it's definitely too soon for Chuuya to be out here in the rain, sounding like he's about to keel over. Gritting his teeth, Dazai tells himself it's none of his business if Chuuya wants to work himself to death even as he walks towards him.]
[Chuuya, at least, has realized that he'll have to cut his run short. He's considering whether he should get a mafia driver to pick him up, or if he should at the very least push himself to walk home, so it feels like less of a waste. He hates giving up, and he hates feeling weak even more. Once he's caught his breath again, he should be able to make it home without help, he thinks, if he just takes it slow.
He's not expecting anyone to approach him. It takes him a moment too long to realize someone has - that's definitely dangerous, considering the amount of enemies he has - but when Dazai speaks, he recognizes his voice immediately. He'd need to be actually unconscious not to.
He turns his head to look up at him, face too pale form exhaustion, but his eyes wide, caught off guard.]
Dazai?
[Dazai is about all he's been able to think about since what happened. He's been doing his best to keep himself distracted, but it's impossible when he hasn't been able to work, so his mind kept drifting back to those moments, to looking up at Dazai on top of him, to the feeling of those hands around his throat. The bruises are still there, if slowly fading, and he keeps touching them as a reminder, just to make them hurt. He still remembers the feeling of Dazai spilling inside of him, too.
And he hates it. He's been doubting himself more and more since. He's been miserable, alone in his bed.]
What the hell are you doing here?
[It's defensive, because he knows Dazai knows Chuuya shouldn't be here. Sometimes he really hates how much his ex-partner knows about him. He doesn't sound angry, though, because... Part of him has wanted to talk to Dazai. He hates that, too.]
[Finding Fyodor isn't easy. Because of this situation, and because of everything that happened with that Russian gang they destroyed, Chuuya is realizing more and more how inconvenient it can be that most of his resources are tied up with the mafia. Right now he can't risk using any of them, and he's stuck searching mostly on his own, relying on the fact that he knows this city back to front to help him find Fyodor. It means a lot of running around and just looking.
He still finds him faster than he thought he would. He doesn't approach. Chuuya is halfway up a wall opposite the building he's on, hidden behind a structure, watching from a distance. He texts Dazai to let him know, and then waits.
He's forcing himself not to be too stressed out about this.
At least he manages to time it perfectly. Dazai has to take the slow (and boring) way up to the roof, so he stays where he is, watching the figure he knows is the rat. He waits until the door to the rooftop opens, and then he launches himself across, landing on the edge of the roof as Fyodor turns to look at Dazai. His hands are in his pockets. They're just here to talk - Dazai has a plan by now, he's sure - they're here to fix Chuuya's mistake and make him come back to Chuuya's place and --
Fyodor looks at him, and Chuuya moves without thinking and punches without warning.]
What the hell was that about?
[Shit. No. That wasn't the plan. Fuck.
Okay, so maybe he's a little upset by Fyodor just up and leaving without a word. That's Dazai's job]
[ being found isn't part of the plan but neither is part of; it is simply a moment of circumstance but not unexpected. had fyodor wanted to disappear entirely, he knows the underground to be his best bet though admittedly he's always preferred the vantage point of rooftops and heights. he remembers crawling through stone passages to get into those nooks and crannies in church that were left unattended.
he's been sitting cross-legged on the ledge watching until he senses the other two and shifts, legs planted on the ground and—
fuck.
he stumbles backwards at the force of that punch, cheek blooming bright red in an instant. fyodor reels, grabs onto the ledge in order not to fall to the floor. there is a look of utter incredulity at having been hit like this by chuuya before his face takes on that muted, angry expression. ]
[It's one thing for Fyodor to be almost painfully sentimental, choosing the Landmark Tower as a location for his sulking. It's quite another, Dazai thinks, for Fyodor to actually give in to such feelings, to all but admit to them by doing so. It would seem that Fyodor is more of a mess than might normally be expected.
Still not as much of a mess as Chuuya, though, clearly.
Dazai sighs a long-suffering sigh, but doesn't - naturally! he's suicidal, but not that suicidal! - try to physically interfere. Honestly, how did he end up with these two -...? ... But strangely he doesn't mind it, even now. That may yet change, depending on how talking to Fyodor goes, but... well, sometimes it's better to have things come to a head rather than waiting for that to inevitably happen, isn't it? Some kind of friction was inevitable.]
While I don't agree with Chuuya's actions, considering the person he is, you did sort of have that coming.
[... Is that an insult to Chuuya, or a compliment? ... Who honestly cares?]
I take it you have something to talk to me about.
[That's definitely what this is. Well, if Fyodor doubted him so much, he should have talked to him, so it kind of counts?]
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[chuuya's sexual habits SHOULD be questioned, but it's not his sex with strangers that's the issue.]
good, the Port Mafia's security always takes priority
but you are allowed to enjoy yourself on your time off
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I do enjoy myself.
[ Akutagawa doesn't know what 'joy' is. ]
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good
you've seemed stressed lately
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I haven't been stressed.
[ He has... from all of the not murdering. ]
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He's not saying much as he works. He's saving it for later. Dazai knows what he did, anyway. Chuuya is sick of his games, sick of the--
He's not sure. The truth is, he doesn't really care when Dazai humiliates him in some way. It's just what they've always been doing to each other, and he's not sure he'd know how to do it any different, not to mention he's pretty sure changing it would mean distancing themselves again. And that thought scares him. So normally he'd pick a fight, throw a couple of punches, then move on, but this time... This time, Dazai's little prank didn't target just him. It got in the way of a job he was doing for the Organization.]
Not even gonna try to get out of it?
[He's surprised Dazai is letting him do this. There's no time-sensitive mission Dazai has to get back to, which Chuuya could leverage against him. Chuuya hadn't even tried. He'd just grabbed Dazai, and dragged him into his home dojo, where rings on the ceiling usually hold his actual punching bag, as opposed to his ex-partner shaped one. That's where he'll be hanging Dazai from this time.
He double checks that Dazai's hands are tied - of course Dazai can undo it, but even he would need a few moments - before deciding, just to be a dick, to bring the rope down and between Dazai's legs as well, so that if he squirms, that's where it will pull the most. And then he immediately starts lifting him up so he's hanging upside down by his legs.]
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Besides, maybe by making it so easy for Chuuya, it will take most of the satisfaction away? Dazai can hope!]
No. [His tone extremely bored, he says it almost like a question, because why would he try to get out of it? If that was his plan, he wouldn't be here now. (He might not even be in the country! But that option, too, had too many downsides.)] This is going to save us both a lot of time, don't you think?
Just do what you need to do, and let's get this over with.
[He definitely is preparing to free himself quickly just in case, of course. But he's going to try and do this legitimately first, for as long as he can put up with it. He's definitely expecting this to be unpleasant, but that's just how it is.
Besides, if he gets even a little bit injured, it'll be a good excuse to call in sick for a week or so, right? So it'll all even out.]
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I won't go easy on you, then.
[Not if Dazai is going to have that attitude.
He's in trouble with Mori. Some of his subordinates will be working overtime to try to fix this, when they deserve their time off, and Chuuya is going to have to make that up to them. And he's terrified that he and Dazai are going to have to end this... pretense they've had going, and go back to being actual enemies. That's a feeling he's definitely not allowed to actually have, and it only fuels his anger more as he starts to pull on a loose rope, causing Dazai to spin. It's not too fast yet, but combined with the blood rushing to his head from being upside down, it's effective. It's not the first time they've done this. And he wants Dazai to be able to talk for now.]
While I'm keeping you here, my subordinates are fixing your mess.
[Though with the changes they now have to make, Dazai is probably getting the result he wanted anyway. That's the problem with him - he's always too many steps ahead.]
Was getting me into trouble necessary or just a bonus?
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arrives late with starbucks and this rat
hello it is 6am and i am not asleep why
because fyokoku waits for no one (though apparently must still wait for work -_-)
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i love getting to use this icon
ohnoes, the chuuhuahua is angry!
i need more icons because GREEDtm
i really need to color more
listen we all know Chuuya's world is black and white
time for everyone to fly osamu airlines (LMK IF THIS IS OK.....)
does that make chuuya the in-flight snack??
too small, not very tasty, likely to give you indigestion... yeah, sure sounds like him!
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i will not apologise for this tag
i have been destroyed
just the way you like it
excuse me while i eat an entire pillow
excuse me while i cOLLAPSE ON THE GROUND
it's not smart to collapse on the ground when any pillows there were just eaten
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if you're not gonna show up then why wouldn't i
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maybe you should reduce your drinking
just tell me asshole
but if i forgot about it it has to be you
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the moment i walked through the door, you threw yourself all over me!
you ought to remember the sound of your begging, right? 'dazai, dazai' over and over again
it was truly pathetic, so i of course had no choice but to take care of you
and then...
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there's no way i'd do any of that
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for dressing
But a few days off is all he's willing to give himself. He's injuried, too, but a few cracked ribs is nothing, and staying cooped up in his room just makes his mood worse. He can't take it. He can't take being stuck all alone thinking about Dazai, and what they did, so he covers his bruises up with concealer, and heads to the office to catch up on paperwork and to see what else needs to be done. He makes it to lunch before Kouyou finds him passed out over his desk and sends him home again.
But it's the next day again, and he's fine, because he has to be. It's raining out, but it's barely a drizzle, so he dresses warm, pulls on a slightly oversized hoodie, and heads outside to go for a run. It feels good to move again, or at least that's what he tells himself. He makes himself ignore the way his body feels, starts off with an easy jog until he can get his pulse up, until his muscles are ready for more. Breathing in is surprisingly difficult. For some reason he feels like he can't inhale deeply enough. His muscles are screaming at him. But if he just gets himself going, it'll pass, he knows it, the first five minutes are always difficult.
(Not like this, and he knows that, but --)
Ten minuntes later, and he's leaning against a random building like he actually needs the support to hold himself up. His face is white, though barely visible under the hood he's pulled over his head. His clothes are getting wet. His breathing at this point is sounding pained.]
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He's thinking about Chuuya too much lately, which is also a pain. Things are so bothersome lately that the rafters of his ceiling really look quite tempting, but everything in the ADA is so busy that he's ended up disappearing again for a few days, as he does. He'll show up eventually, but right now he feels like being out in the rain, and at least the fresh air will be better than his apartment, where he feels like either pacing the floors or drinking himself to sleep.
God, he hates Chuuya. If Dazai could just stop thinking about him, things would be wonderful. Or at least passable. His hair is getting wet, but his coat keeps him more or less dry; umbrellas are too troublesome, too. Maybe if he walks for long enough, he'll get bored thinking about Chuuya and whatever the hell that had been-
Dazai stops.
He'd know that figure anywhere. Shorter than average, with a posture stance that nags at his least pleasant dreams. Oh, he really just needs to turn around and get the fuck out of here before something irritating happens, like Chuuya noticing, but...
He should be resting, and Dazai knows it. He knows it too well, honestly, the recovery rate for Chuuya after using Corruption, dependent on how long he'd let it go for. He'd had to know for their partnership, that's all. And it's definitely too soon for Chuuya to be out here in the rain, sounding like he's about to keel over. Gritting his teeth, Dazai tells himself it's none of his business if Chuuya wants to work himself to death even as he walks towards him.]
What's this? A drowned mouse?
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He's not expecting anyone to approach him. It takes him a moment too long to realize someone has - that's definitely dangerous, considering the amount of enemies he has - but when Dazai speaks, he recognizes his voice immediately. He'd need to be actually unconscious not to.
He turns his head to look up at him, face too pale form exhaustion, but his eyes wide, caught off guard.]
Dazai?
[Dazai is about all he's been able to think about since what happened. He's been doing his best to keep himself distracted, but it's impossible when he hasn't been able to work, so his mind kept drifting back to those moments, to looking up at Dazai on top of him, to the feeling of those hands around his throat. The bruises are still there, if slowly fading, and he keeps touching them as a reminder, just to make them hurt. He still remembers the feeling of Dazai spilling inside of him, too.
And he hates it. He's been doubting himself more and more since. He's been miserable, alone in his bed.]
What the hell are you doing here?
[It's defensive, because he knows Dazai knows Chuuya shouldn't be here. Sometimes he really hates how much his ex-partner knows about him. He doesn't sound angry, though, because... Part of him has wanted to talk to Dazai. He hates that, too.]
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i definitely didn't
why the hell would i enjoy it
Re: for dressing
are you really asking why you'd enjoy something like that?
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your opinion doesn't matter at all
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there's no way i'd cry and you know it!
you were imagining things!
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@diesuki & supplicium
He still finds him faster than he thought he would. He doesn't approach. Chuuya is halfway up a wall opposite the building he's on, hidden behind a structure, watching from a distance. He texts Dazai to let him know, and then waits.
He's forcing himself not to be too stressed out about this.
At least he manages to time it perfectly. Dazai has to take the slow (and boring) way up to the roof, so he stays where he is, watching the figure he knows is the rat. He waits until the door to the rooftop opens, and then he launches himself across, landing on the edge of the roof as Fyodor turns to look at Dazai. His hands are in his pockets. They're just here to talk - Dazai has a plan by now, he's sure - they're here to fix Chuuya's mistake and make him come back to Chuuya's place and --
Fyodor looks at him, and Chuuya moves without thinking and punches without warning.]
What the hell was that about?
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he's been sitting cross-legged on the ledge watching until he senses the other two and shifts, legs planted on the ground and—
fuck.
he stumbles backwards at the force of that punch, cheek blooming bright red in an instant. fyodor reels, grabs onto the ledge in order not to fall to the floor. there is a look of utter incredulity at having been hit like this by chuuya before his face takes on that muted, angry expression. ]
Please refrain from touching me again.
[ yes, they're off to a great start now. ]
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Still not as much of a mess as Chuuya, though, clearly.
Dazai sighs a long-suffering sigh, but doesn't - naturally! he's suicidal, but not that suicidal! - try to physically interfere. Honestly, how did he end up with these two -...?
... But strangely he doesn't mind it, even now. That may yet change, depending on how talking to Fyodor goes, but... well, sometimes it's better to have things come to a head rather than waiting for that to inevitably happen, isn't it? Some kind of friction was inevitable.]
While I don't agree with Chuuya's actions, considering the person he is, you did sort of have that coming.
[... Is that an insult to Chuuya, or a compliment? ... Who honestly cares?]
I take it you have something to talk to me about.
[That's definitely what this is. Well, if Fyodor doubted him so much, he should have talked to him, so it kind of counts?]
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