Set in a world where everything is the same but Chuuya isn't part of the Port Mafia and his family is actually really rich. Also this is earlier on so Dazai still works for the Port Mafia but he's not taking huge jobs yet. Thanks~!

Dazai had been fully prepared to be greeted with an annoying, whining, brat the second he knocked on the door to the huge mansion in front of him. To his slight surprise, not that he showed it on the outside, that didn't happen. Instead a short kid (or teenager? adult? Dazai honestly wasn't sure) opened the door. "You have terrible sense of fashion," Dazai greeted him with, looking him up and down.

The stranger, who Dazai was guessing was Chuuya, widened his eyes slightly in surprise and confusion. "Huh-!? Who the fuck are you!" An older women suddenly appeared beside Chuuya, pushing him aside gently, waving Dazai inside.

"Dazai!" the women greeted, smiling coldly. "Come on in! Chuuya, this is the young man we hired from the Port Mafia to protect you-"

"To what!? "

It appeared that Chuuya hadn't been informed of these plans if the way he was shouting at the women meant anything. He was also sending Dazai several dark glares- it wasn't like Dazai choose to pick this job, it had been thrust onto him. "It's just for a couple of weeks," the women spoke again, trying to calm him down. It didn't seem to help.

"People makes threats like this all the time!" Chuuya ranted. "We've never taken them this seriously before! And it's the PORT MAFIA, they aren't known for being nice you know!"

"Of course I know..." The women rolled her eyes, looking at Dazai in an apologetic way. Dazai gave her a peaceful angelic smile in reply. "Why don't I leave you two alone for a bit?" the women offered, looking back at Chuuya. "Get to know him Chuuya! He seems like a fine nice man."

The second she left the room, Chuuya glared at him as hard as he could, hate burning through his eyes. Dazai blinked at him, before chuckling him and flicking him in the forehead, causing him to recoil. "Calm down," Dazai ordered, clicking his tongue. "I'm an angel I assure you."

"If you touch me again I swear I'll kill you."

"I mean you could try, but it wouldn't work."

"I fucking hate you."

"Ouch Chuu-ya~ You hurt my feelings."

"Don't say my name like that."

"Aw! But's it's cute!"

"Burn in hell.. Tch."

"I'm certainly hot enough!"

The first few days were probably the hardest. Every time Dazai followed Chuuya to a new room or trailed after him down the hallways, Chuuya started up a huge fight. It would take around an hour for him to calm down, then Dazai would poke fun of him or follow him some more and it would happen again. Sure it was Dazai's job to follow him around, but in Chuuya's mind it didn't mean he had to make it any easier for him.

After a bit though they started to relax just a bit more around each other, which was good. They still fought several times a day, but not as much. Dazai still teased Chuuya, but Chuuya didn't react as harshly. Chuuya still yelled at Dazai, but not for everything he did.

They were getting just a little bit use to each other.

That was good.

"Hold these for a moment," Chuuya ordered, pushing a few bright red roses into Dazai's hands. They were at a flower shop since Chuuya's mother (adopted mother) had wanted some flowers to lighten up the house. Chuuya hadn't really wanted to go but didn't have a choice, and thus neither did Dazai.

"Aw, I never knew you loved me!" Dazai cheered, grinning. Chuuya tried to ignore him, but as Dazai violently sniffed the flowers and whispered in a quiet, sarcastic tone, "I love you too~" it toke all of Chuuya's willpower not to spin around and punch him in the face as hard as possible.

"Can you shut up?" he hissed instead, looking around at all the idiots who were staring at them. It was none of their business, and Chuuya growled at them to leave them alone. Most of them blushed at being caught and looked away. A few didn't replying by glaring at Chuuya. From behind Chuuya's shoulder, Dazai glared at them back. They all turned pale and looked away. When Chuuya turned back to Dazai, he was back to looking as innocent as he possibly could.

"what do you think?" Chuuya demanded. At Dazai's confused look, he sighed and slowly gestured to the flowers. "About the flowers idiot! Do roses work?"

"Oh!" Dazai looked down at the roses in his hand- they looked fine enough to him, but weren't females suppose to be really picky about flowers? Well, the women Chuuya lived with seemed really nice- even if she didn't like them Dazai very strongly doubted she would get mad at them. "They look fine to me," Dazai decided after a moment, shrugging.

Even if the big scary people who had threatened Chuuya because of something the adopted father did hadn't shown up yet, there were still people all over being general pricks. People trying to steal Chuuya's wallet, touch his butt, lure him into alleyways... Dazai was starting to wonder how Chuuya had survived before he had showed up, Chuuya's wonderful- ...wonderful what exactly?

Chuuya was a client. Sure- he was fun to tease and cute when mad. Not to mention he was painfully oblivious to people's intentions towards him. But he was a client, which means no attachments.

No friends.

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In the end a week went by with nothing much happening, other then Chuuya and Dazai growing ever so slowly closer despite Dazai's promise. "You know if something doesn't happen I'm going to leave soon," Dazai commented. Chuuya shrugged, his I-don't-care face on. "You know you'll miss me~" Dazai chimed, grinning when Chuuya's face turned red.

"I would not!" Chuuya snapped back, eyes narrowed. "I can't wait to see you go fast enough if I'm completely honest, you stupid bastard."

"Ouch~~"

"I hate you!"

"I love you too!"

"Stop saying that!"

"Mhn~ Why?"

"It's annoying..."

"Awww~ But it's the truth!"

"No it's fucking not! And it's not funny either!"

"It's a little funny..."

"No! It's not!"

"Sighhhhh..."

"People don't SAY sigh."

"Well clearly I do~"

"No offense, but I really don't like you."

"My job isn't to be your friend. My job is to protect you."

Chuuya and Dazai fit together. It was clear to everyone around them but themselves. In a different world they could have been partners from the way they guessed each other's moves so easily. They knew each other better then they know themselves, and they had only known each other for a bit longer then a week.

If soulmates existed, they would be soulmates.

They could be perfect partners, perfect friends, perfect enemies, or perfect lovers. Which will it be? Or will it be none?

Since it was Dazai's job, the pair was always stuck together. Dazai shared Chuuya's room, though they slept in different beds. They were rich after all, buying an extra bed was like buying a ten cents candy to them. Chuuya had hated it at first, but he had slowly grown use to the sound of Dazai's soft breathing and presence.

Chuuya even begun to be comforted by it, the soft sound luring him into sleep. Chuuya's breathing lured Dazai to sleep as well.

When Chuuya realized he didn't want Dazai to leave, it was rather surprising to him. He had been carrying a pile of plates to put away when the thought occurred to him Dazai had mentioned leaving. At the flash of sadness and worry from that thought, Chuuya froze, accidentally dropping the plates causing them to shattered, bits flying in every direction.

"Clumsy," Dazai chinned as Chuuya quickly grabbed a broom. Chuuya ignored him, which surprised Dazai. Normally when Dazai teased the short red head he would snap or insult him. But right now Chuuya just swept up rhe glass, completely ignoring him. And was he... blushing...? "Chuu-ya! Tell me what's wrong?" Dazai questioned. When Chuuya didn't reply he sighed, stepping forwards and grabbing his wrists.

Chuuya was forced to freeze. He glared at Dazai and tried to jerk his wrists away, but Dazai's grip was just a little too tight. "Let go!" Chuuya pretty much growled. Dazai refused, only grinning at him something dark and dangerous lurking in his eyes. "Dazai! I'm serious!"

"So am I..." Dazai trailed off, eyes narrowing. "What happened? I'm with you all the time, nothing that I know of could be wrong."

"Nothing happened!"

"Clearly something did." Dazai shrugged slightly, not bothered by Chuuya struggling against his grip and the short mans glares.

"Why do you assume that?" The words, like the earlier ones, came out in a dark growl.

"You weren't rising to my bait, you were blushing, and you're not really clumsy but something scared you or surprised you and caused you to drop the plates." Dazai listed the things off in a cheerful tone, but his eyes were anything but.

An idea appeared in Chuuya's head suddenly, and a smirk wormed it's way onto his face. "Are you worried about me?"

"Yes."

Pausing, Chuuya stared blankly at Dazai for a few moments. "You could have denied it," he finally said.

"What's the point?"

"What happened to not getting attached to clients rule?"

"I broke it."

"...Fuck you."

"Chuu-ya~ I'm not joking!"

"I know... I um... Got attached as well."

"I know~"

The conversation wasn't mentioned but it hung in the air in between them. Dazai was smart enough to guess what Chuuya was upset about- he didn't want Dazai to leave. Truthfully Dazai didn't want to leave either since he was... friends... with Chuuya now.

Some things had changed though. They still treated each other the same, but it was in the way they looked at each other, the way they stood by each other. There was a string around each other their fingers tying the two together.

The red string of fate, was it?

"Dazai," the women spoke one day, gaining the attention of not only Dazai but Chuuya as well. "It's been around a week and half and nothing has happened.. I was just wondering if you're planning to stay much longer..?"

Both Chuuya and Dazai glanced at each other.

That was right. It had only been a week and a half. So how was it they could already have a conversation with one look? It seemed impossible, but somehow it just wasn't. It already felt natural.

And separation sounded very.. wrong...?

"I'll stay for the rest of the week," Dazai decided, smiling. "If that's alright with you?" The women smiled and nodded, leaving. Dazai and Chuuya went back to chatting, not mentioning the subject.

But... it was just so...

wrong.

That was the first night Chuuya let Dazai sleep in the same bed with him.

It was because of a nightmare. Chuuya was young again, and on the streets but this time a young version of Dazai was with him. They were both hurting, and in so much pain, but they struggled on together.

Then, Dazai got shot and had died. Chuuya woke up with a start, sitting up quickly as he trembled, shock flashing through him. Dazai's breathing paused and he sat up slowly, tired. "Chuuya...?" he had questioned.

It was nothing.

Just a dream.

Go back to sleep.

"Come and sleep with me?" Chuuya hated the way his voice shook ever so slightly, his weakness clear and out in the open.

Dazai was silent for a moment then he was getting up, moving towards the bed. "I didn't know you like me that way Chuuya~" Dazai teased. Chuuya blushed, not that it was noticeable in the darkness.

"I don't like you!" Chuuya snapped. "Not like that! Just get in bed.." As Chuuya moved over Dazai squirmed in beside him, before they both laid down. Their faces were so close together. If either of them moved forwards, they would be kissing.

Chuuya was just a little disappointed nothing had happened, and he didn't understand why.

That wasn't the last of the urge to kiss Dazai. The next day was their last full day. All during the day Chuuya had to keep stopping himself from reaching over, playing with Dazai's hair, hugging him, and pressing his lips to his...

Instead he insulted him.

The idea of what kind of thing was going on was right there. Chuuya knew what it was. Chuuya knew that he knew. But he didn't want to know.

Later that night, it was the second night Chuuya let Dazai sleep in the same bed as him.

He didn't need to even really ask, he just moved over and there was Dazai- fitting in as though he had been there for years. Tomorrow, Dazai would be gone. They may never see each other again.

So when their faces were pressed close, so close Chuuya moved forwards, pressing his lips against Dazai's.

"I love you."

The words were spoken in between pleasure, movements and moans. Another, breathy voice replied.

"I love you too..."

It happened in a flash. The women was dead. It had been a normal morning, other then Chuuya avoiding Dazai's gaze, cheeks still pink from last night. If the women had noticed, she hadn't said anything which Chuuya was grateful for.

That was his last thought about her, because in the next second Dazai was shoving him down, guarding Chuuya's body with his own and the womens blood was sweeping across the ground, staining the carpet.

At the site Chuuya went numb. Shock was one hell of a drug, but at least it had it easier for Dazai to quickly pull him behind the sofa where they would be safe for now.

"Chuuya," Dazai spoke, voice sharp. Chuuya didn't answer- he sounded far away. With a flash of guilt Dazai raised his hand, slapping Chuuya across the face. It did the trick.

Chuuya was thrown back into reality, and a sob escaped him. "She's dead," he whispered. "She's gone.."

"And we will be too if we don't hurry." Dazai's voice was grim as he pulled two guns out of his coat, passing one to Chuuya who held it with clumsy fingers. "Point, click this down, and pull," Dazai ordered, showing him quickly. He wasn't sure if Chuuya understood, but it wasn't like he could spare a few hours to teach him.

Moving again, Dazai pulled Chuuya up. The sound of the door breaking in filled the house, so Dazai pulled Chuuya to the other end of the mansion. Footsteps filled the hallways, and as they got closer Dazai suddenly jerked Chuuya into a side room.

They were going into every room.. Damn it..

"Hide," Dazai growled, shoving Chuuya behind a stack of boxes as he stood in front of the door. He pointed his gun forwards, eyes dark, hand not shaking even the slightest. They were cornered like rats, but Dazai had been in worse situations. He knew what to do, he would be fine.

But since he had to protect Chuuya... It was just a bit harder..

The door flew open with a huge bang, making Chuuya flinch from where he was hiding. He was still crying, but his hands were steady on the gun.

Several man rushed inside, quickly firing at Dazai who fired back. Three men went down, and a bullet grazed Dazai's shoulder making him curse as blood stained his coat, a grimace of pain on his face.

Chuuya held up his own gun, trying to copy what Dazai was doing. His shots all missed, but it served as a good enough distraction for Dazai to gun down two more.

They were killing real people. People with families, who would be missed. People who had feelings, who were scared to die here... The thought made Chuuya sick.

There were three more people in the room, because on had snuck in from the back- a door Dazai didn't know existed.

Two bangs, and the men in front of Dazai were dead. But the other was raising his gun, and Dazai wasn't seeing it...

Chuuya jumped in between quickly, raising his own gun and shooting. It hit, and for a moment relief flashed through Chuuya. But sudden pain hit him like a tidal wave, and looking down Chuuya found his stomach covered in blood.

Ow...

Falling, Dazai quickly caught Chuuya, eyes wide in horror. "Chuuya!" Dazai cried out, quickly dropping down, holding Chuuya in his arms. The red head was shaking, tears falling down his face as Dazai quickly put a hand over his wound, applying pressure. "You'll be ok- you'll-"

"You have to leave," Chuuya moaned, making Dazai freeze. "They'll.. find you... if you stay.."

"I'm not leaving you!" The words escaped Dazai before he could control them. "My mission-"

"You failed." Chuuya whimpered, and it was so weak and childish Dazai's vision blurred with tears. "You failed at y-your mission," Chuuya continued. "P-please..."

"No."

Dazai would die if he stayed. But he wouldn't leave if Chuuya was still alive.

So... secretly.. Chuuya pointed his gun at himself, finger on the trigger.

"Kiss me."

It hurts...

Dazai's lips tasted sweet but bitter. They were soft though, and just for a moment the pressure and warmth dulled Chuuya's pain. But Dazai had to pull away.

"I'm sorry," Chuuya whispered.

It was then Dazai saw the gun. But it was too late.

And Dazai's mind went blank, a scream escaping him as blood went everywhere.

And all he could think about was Chuuya gonegonegone and revenge.

"Report."

"I failed my mission, the subject died."

"You understand you will be punished?"

"Of course."

"Did you at least kill all the killers."

"Yes... I made them suffer."

"Good. The subjects name?"

"..."

"Dazai. I need it for the reports."

"C-... Chuuya is dead."

So pretty much Chuuya died and Dazai went back to the Port Mafia. He became very ruthless and 'emotionless' according to all the members who knew him before Chuuya. Also, if anyone ever mentions that mission he would probably attack them... So yeah.. I just wanted to try and make something longer and kinda sad okay!? Tell me if it worked...? :3