"Take me back to base... safe..."

The last words Chuuya remembers uttering to Dazai before he fainted. Unsurprisingly, he woke up exactly where he'd collapsed. He lay on his back looking up at the early morning, dusty blue sky just before the sun rose. He lay on his back, cursing Dazai for his shitty personality and lack of general empathy for his fellow human being, though he supposed that Dazai's power certainly called the latter into question. He huffed in amusement, twitching with the pain that simple movement caused him, No Longer Human... Indeed.

He lay on his back, when he last remembered falling onto his stomach...

Perhaps he wasn't so bad after all.

Not another soul had come across him since Dazai had left, neither human nor the animals living in the area, Chuuya doubted even a flea had been able to approach him since he'd passed out.

It certainly wasn't base. But it was definitely safe. He took solace in assuming that Dazai wouldn't leave him, unable to so much as twitch in his own defence, were any kind of danger nearby.

Hopefully

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As the sun slowly rose, hour-by-hour, Chuuya felt feelings other than pain through out his body. By mid morning he painstakingly rolled himself over with a groan, paused half holding his torso off the ground panting in exertion, before swiftly pushing himself to his feet. He stumbled, arm snapping across his chest to hold his ribs together, feeling as though they would crumble within his body should he let go and dropped to his knees with a dull thud. Kicking up a small puff of dust as he curled in on himself and forced deep breaths through clenched teeth.

He cursed Dazai for his negligence. Was it so hard to just dump his body somewhere someone from the mafia would at the very least find him and pick him up? How could he make it back on his own in this state? He couldn't even stay on his feet for three seconds!

"Fuck." He rasped. "Fucking careless, air headed, suicide obsessed freak... Third rate, false facing bastard of a whore." He slowly pushed himself into a crouch and closed his eyes to focus on his hard won breath. "Irritating.. Masochistic, pain in my arse." Gradually he stood. Taking his time a pain reverberated through his body, echoing and amplifying in his bones. "I hope you get murdered by the ugliest, hulking, brute of a midget in the world."

Breathing raggedly through his nose and clenched teeth, Chuuya stumbled away from the disaster that had been their battlefield. Through the surrounding trees, until the sun was well past it apex, he walked, supporting himself on trees and stopping for rests until he reached an area he knew would have phone service. He backed up against a tree nearby him, slid down to the ground and slowly fished his phone from his pocket. He flipped it open, hit 2 and pressed the call button. Nothing bet speed dial he thought as he lifted the phone to his ear and waited for someone to pick up the phone at base.

"Chuuya? Where have you been it's been hours since we sent you on that mission? You should have called us sooner."

Chuuya was far too exhausted to identify whom it was he was speaking with. He grunted in an affirmative tone and sighed with a tsk.

"Sorry. Had to use corruption. Dazai left me passed out on the battlefield, little asshole. Even after I kindly asked for him to take me back to base... Send someone to pick me up. Can't get back on my own."

"Of course Chuuya. Immediately, someone will be with you soon."

"... Chuuya?"

"..Chuuya-kun?"

"...Chuuuuuya-chan~"

Soft breathing sounded far off from the receiver after a light tap. Ozaki smiled on her end. Chuuya must have passed out and dropped his phone. She must remember to tell the collectors to get her some pictures before they disturbed the petite man. He was cute... When he wasn't running his mouth.