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The mission had gone smoothly. A little too smoothly in Chuuya’s opinion. Their target had tried to get away but after simply bumping into Dazai, he had willingly been captured and answered their questions. After his submissive answers, Chuuya knocked the man out. Answers achieved, mission accomplished. The problem was that it was too easy.
Chuuya and Dazai left the warehouse to head to the pick up point. As they walked, Dazai began lagging behind. Chuuya was in a good mood, so he didn’t stop to snap at his partner. Later on, he wished that he had.
They were about halfway to their destination when Chuuya noticed that the footsteps behind him had petered out. Looking over his shoulder, he saw that Dazai was standing almost half a block behind him.
“Oi! Shitty Dazai, if you don’t keep up, I’ll tell Hirotsu to leave your sorry ass here,” Chuuya called back.
Even as the words left his mouth, Chuuya knew that something was wrong. Dazai didn’t answer. Instead he simply listed slightly to the side like he was having trouble standing. Chuuya frowned before backtracking to his partner. Dazai was looking down at his stomach.
“Dazai?” Chuuya called, more than a bit worried.
“Hmmm?” Dazai hummed.
“What are you doing?”
“M’fine?” Dazai’s answer made no sense until Chuuya followed his gaze.
It was hard to see against the black fabric of his vest, but there was definitely blood there. It glistened wetly in the dim light right where their target had bumped into Dazai. Dazai’s hand was stained red from where he had pulled it away from his side.
“That is not fine,” Chuuya snapped, “Damn it. I knew the mission was too easy.”
Dazai only blinked owlishly at him. It was clear that he was quickly losing the battle to stay standing. Chuuya darted forward to catch him before his legs gave out and gently lowered him to the ground. Up close Chuuya could see just how bad the wound was. The deep gash ran along the bottom of Dazai’s rib cage on the left side. Chuuya balked. This was far worse than he had originally thought.
“You whine to high heaven about tiny scratches but you don’t let out a peep when you’ve got a gaping wound in your side! The hell is wrong with you?” Chuuya spat, his worry coming out as anger.
“S’not gaping,” Dazai grunted from where he was propped up against Chuuya.
“Really? Then what do you call it?” Chuuya snorted.
He shed his overcoat. The material was stiff, but it would have to do. He pressed it down on Dazai’s injury.
“Paper cut,” Dazai gasped in pain.
He reflexively pushed against Chuuya’s hands on his wound.
“Those words did not just come out of your mouth, did they?” Chuuya growled.
“Said M’fine. No worries,” Dazai coughed.
“You are far from fine. And if the next words that come out of your mouth try to contradict that, I will kick your sorry ass to hell,” he really just wanted to shake some sense into his partner.
“You would kick… an injured person?” Dazai’s head lolled to the side, coming to rest on Chuuya’s shoulder.
“So you admit that you’re injured?” Chuuya snorted.
“No…. purely….. hypothetical,” Dazai wheezed.
“You are unbelievable,” Chuuya sighed.
“Thank you.”
“That wasn’t a compliment,” Chuuya snapped.
“Don’t care,” Dazai’ voice was much weaker now.
Chuuya watched as Dazai’s eyes began to flutter closed
“Oi! Dazai! You have to stay awake for me,” Chuuya commanded, pushing a bit harder against the wound.
Dazai cried out, but his eyes opened back up. It was a brief win. A few minutes later, he lost consciousness, slumping further into Chuuya’s arms.
“Shit, shit, shit,” Chuuya swore.
He now needed to decide what to do. If he were to stay here, he could keep pressure on Dazai’s wound but who knew when help would find them. If he were to go to the pick up point, Hirotsu would undoubtedly have medical equipment in the car but it might be dangerous to move Dazai. After a moment of indecision, Chuuya made up his mind. He picked up Dazai bridal style. It was a bit awkward with their height difference, but Chuuya made it work. Dazai whimpered in pain despite being unconscious.
Chuuya cringed. He didn’t like this lifeless version of his partner. He didn’t like the warm, slick blood that was congealing between his fingers. Despite how annoying Dazia was most of the time, he was Chuuya’s partner and there was no way he wasn’t about to let Dazai die on him. He hurried on as fast as he could. Time seemed to stretch on impossibly long. Chuuya was sure that Dazai was not going to make it. Somehow, much to Chuuya’s surprise, Dazai was still breathing when Hirotsu and the car came into view. He wasn’t out of the woods yet, but at least he had a chance.