One evening he finds himself leaning against the wall in Mori's basement. Driven by his youthful curiosity, silent, careful not to give himself away, he watches intently the shadows cast at the courtain like some form of grotesque shadow theatre, the noises filling the room like the otherwordly wails of the damned intermitted by an occasional mockery uttered in Mori's nasal voice. Suddenly a hand moves the courtain away and Mori emerges from behind it, his lab coat splattered with red. Dazai freezes having nowhere to run, readying himself for the blow. But seeing him Mori just grins and as he kneels down on one knee he grabs Dazai by his chin.
"You liked it?" Mori asks him in an amused tone and Dazai closes his eyes feeling a hand run through his messy hair.
"Do you want to see something even more fun?"
Dazai throws the bloodied latex gloves away. With all the practice he's had over the years, it comes to him so naturally. He has all the weak spots memorized, he knows where to drive the scalpel to send the body into throes of pain without puttig much thought into it and he could easily go about the whole procedure with a blindfold over his eyes.
Mori lets go of the man's slack jaw with a shrug and comments that it's too bad no one has yet come up with a way to bring people back to life because then he could grant his enemies an eternal hell. Their victim doesn't respond anymore and he tells Dazai to try his hand at an open heart surgery.
"Back when I was a practicioner not many of my patients survived the operations. They usually lacked an organ or two afterwards." Mori giggles drunkenly, the acridic smell of pure ethanol on his breath as he grabs Dazai's bloodied hand twisting his arm painfully.
"Why are there so many." Chuuya mutters under his breath going pale.
"Feeling sick, sweetheart?" Dazai teases him in a saccharine tone.
"Yeah" he answers, anger flashing in his eyes "Must be because I don't sleep with a dude who fucks corpses."
Chuuya is quick but Dazai will always have an upper hand in physical combat. He brings Chuuya to the ground and it's so very easy because like any other ability user Chuuya relies too much on his ability and is prone to miscalculating his actual strength. Dazai grabs him by his hair dragging him over to the ditch threatening to push him, but then shoves him to the ground instead.
"Shut up and do your thing." Dazai gets into the pickup and shuts the door. Chuuya brushes off his clothes and Dazai watches him use his ability to move the bodies into the ditch. He does it so painstakingly slowly, moving the bodies one by one, instead of dumping all of them at once, his self-righteousness getting on Dazai's nerves and for a moment Dazai considers running him over. Long minutes later when he's done moving the dirt, and instead of returning to the car he just stands there motionless, Dazai honks at him causing Chuuya to jump and turn around startled.
"Did you pay your respects like a good boy?" Dazai says starting up the engine. They drive along the forest path for some time before finally emerging from the dark, driving onto the main road under an open sky. It's a hot summer day, the sun is hanging mercilessly in the sky with no cloud in view. They reach the intersection.
"Yes, you sure did take after him." Chuuya mutters dreamily as the traffic lights change to red and Dazai hits the gas.
