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1. Dazai
"What the fuck do you mean, we're partners?" Chuuya shouted in Mori's office, one week into being a member of the Port Mafia.
"You will partner with Dazai and do as I say. Is that clear?" Mori ordered, in a sickeningly sweet tone. Any outside ears wouldn't think he was threatening Chuuya's life.
"Yes, sir." Chuuya said sarcastically, rolling his eyes and walking out of the room. He simply couldn't be fucked to care about what that greaseball boss of his had to say, at this time.
His newly appointed mentor stopped him in the hall, on his stampede to where the teenager was going. Kouyou looked down at him with her perfectly painted face, and serene smile.
"What's wrong, love?" She asked, gently.
Chuuya wanted to scream. That waste of bandages made his blood boil.
He looked into Kouyou's eyes and seethe, his voice practically laced with venom.
"Dazai."
2. Mackerel
"Chuuya~" The ginger's least favorite voice sang, from the couch of his apartment. They'd been partners for about a year now, and the brunet had decided to move himself in.
"What the fuck are you doing in my house?" Chuuya asked, hanging his hat on the hook by his front door, and shedding his overcoat.
"This is our house, slug. All my stuff is here!" Dazai chirped, gesturing to the measly belongings littering Chuuya's living area.
A singular book and a change of sleep clothes folded neatly on the coffee table. A couple spare rolls of bandages underneath the end table by the couch, and a singular pair of shoes set next to the front door.
"Get the hell out of my house." Chuuya demanded, as Dazai continued to make himself more comfortable.
"And why, pray tell, would I ever do that?" Dazai asked, that disgustingly sarcastic smile on his face.
"I don't want my house to smell like fish. I can't have you living here, Mackerel." Is all Chuuya replied, before stomping off to his bedroom.
3. 'partner'
Chuuya was late. Dazai may be the brains of Double Black, but Chuuya was the brawn. Not saying Dazai was weak. He got along just fine. But Chuuya was always more ready for hand-to-hand combat.
But Chuuya was running late. Tachihara had kept yammering on his ear about some stupid bet with Gin and it had made Chuuya late. They were supposed to meet at the location at 8. It was 8:30 and Dazai never cared to wait for Chuuya.
He used his ability to float up to an open window, and peer inside the rendezvous point. Dazai was surrounded by about seven gruff looking guys, cornering him. He was weaponless, and had blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.
Chuuya sighed, obnoxiously loud, and floated down through the window. He landed silently behind the goons, and made eye contact with Dazai.
"Chuu Chuu!!" Dazai said, enthusiastically. "You came to rescue me!"
The goons turned around, faced with Chuuya's wicked smile.
"I see you've met my partner," Chuuya began, "I do wish you could've finished him off for me. He is rather insufferable."
4. Osamu
He left. Dazai left. He vanished from the Mafia, not leaving Chuuya so much as a note. Not so much as a fucking goodbye.
Chuuya had felt anger before. He was pretty sure it was his default setting. But this wasn't normal anger. It was hurt. Pain. Anguish. And there was only one person to blame.
He was called into Mori's office, the morning after news broke that Dazai had gone AWOL.
"I'm sure you're aware of what happened." Mori began.
Chuuya gave him a blank stare. He was sure the fury was written all over his face, and Mori wasn't a stupid man.
"No shit."
"And you understand why I've called you here, yes?"
"If you think I've had something to do with this, you're sorely fucking mistaken." Chuuya said, not breaking eye contact for a moment. Bitterness and anger were woven into his every syllable.
"I apologize," Mori began. Chuuya quickly cut him off.
"Osamu Dazai is dead to me. If he ever stops being a coward long enough to show his face, it'll be the last thing he ever does."
5. 'Samu
Four years later, there was a soft knock at the door of Chuuya's apartment. It was two nights after partnering up with Dazai again, for the sake of destroying the Guild, and it was currently 2am.
Chuuya slowly padded across his living area, to his front door, and undid the locks. He was shocked to find Dazai standing on the otherside.
His hair was wet from the current downpour. He was wearing the same pajamas he wore when they were 15, a much too large Grey t-shirt and baggy sweatpants. His face wore a look of pain, and his eyes were red and puffy, like he'd been crying.
Chuuya wordlessly moved to the side, to let his former partner inside.
"I shouldn't have left you." Chuuya had been waiting four years to hear those words. Or something of the like. It felt like all the air had been taken out of his lungs. Was he dreaming?
"I lost Odasaku. I didn't know what to do. He was the first person I lost that I ever truly cared for. He was there, and then he was just gone, Chuuya. He told me he wanted me to be good. To help people. So I left. But I left the one thing I cared about. The only thing I've ever loved. I left you." Dazai sobbed. Chuuya didn't think Dazai had ever admitted so many feelings in one sitting.
Chuuya was stunned. He stood there for a beat too long, staring at the taller man, whose body was shaking, racked with sobs. He didn't know what had caused this reaction, this realization, but that was a conversation for another time.
Chuuya surged forward and wrapped Dazai in his arms, tangling his fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck.
Dazai buried his face in Chuuya's hair and continued to cry silently, holding onto the ginger like he never wanted to let go.
"It's ok, 'Samu. I've got you."
+1 love
Just a few months later, Chuuya and Dazai were curled up in Chuuya's couch. Dazai was curled up into Chuuya's side, much like an attention-starved housecat, while Chuuya was reading a book and messing with his boyfriend's hair.
Ah yes, boyfriend. That was a new development. 7 years in the making, but still a new development.
Dazai yawned and cuddled further into Chuuya's lap, nuzzling his face into the ginger's leg. Chuuya smiled softly, and flipped the page in his book.
"Tired?" Chuuya asked.
"Kunikida made me stay late because I didn't do any paperwork last month. I didn't sleep well, and I missed you. Not allowed to go on missions overnight" Dazai mumbled, his voice thick with exhaustion.
"Maybe do your job, and you won't have to stay late." Chuuya pointed out, rolling his eyes.
"Chuuya's so mean. Work is boring." Dazai told him.
Then, with another big yawn, Dazai announced "goodnight, Chibi."
Chuuya smiled again, looking down at his idiot boyfriend, who was trying to lull himself to sleep. His face was squished into Chuuya's lap, and his hair was falling all over his eyes. It was Chuuya's favorite sight.
"Goodnight, love."