It had been a few months since Chuuya had joined the Port Mafia. He didn't really like it there, nor did he dislike it. It just... was. If that made any sense. It was a step up from being on the streets, sure. Killing people had been hard at first, but it was so easy so simple because so many people were so weak.

And with his ability, Chuuya could easily beat them all anyways.

His ability... Gravity manipulation. He hadn't known about it, but after seeing that brat's power activate a headache had overtaken him and caused him to pass out. Then he had a dream. Well, it was a memory more like it.

A young boy sat with Chuuya, his face blurry and too hard to see. They were in an alleyway and Chuuya's body ached everywhere. They were both breathing hard, stained with sweat and blood and dirt.

Suddenly the boy said something and moving forwards, Chuuya quickly used his ability- just in time. A man, older then them showed up, but the second he stepped forwards with a yell he was thrown downwards, his own weight too much for him to handle.

An emotion lit in both the boys but it wasn't over yet. Chuuya helped the other child to his feet, supporting him as they ran off again.

They couldn't run forever but they were together and with each other and their abilities, they could defeat anyone who tried to attack them, right?

Chuuya wasn't sure were the memories had come from- by all accounts it made no sense. Chuuya had never had a friend like that, nor had he ever had these abilities before. But with these fake memories he knew how to control it effortlessly.

Which was important.

The only bad part about being in the Port Mafia was Dazai. They had somehow been paired up once, and seeing how well they worked together, they had been paired together full time.

It wasn't that Chuuya hated Dazai, if anything he did sort of like him even though he was an annoying bastard who didn't know how to stay out of the way. It was just that working with others was new to Chuuya, fake dreams excluded. At least it was with Dazai, they knew each other at least a bit.

Well, by now a lot.

Anyways, they had just been given a mission. Some idiots had been doing some naughty things on Port Mafia territory, despite the fact everyone knew to stay out. It wasn't a hard rule to follow, they deserved what they got.

The mission was easy. They already knew where they were they just had to go in, kill them, and then go back. But they had been taken by surprise. They had expected an easy mission, and they got one. But that wasn't an excuse for them not to be alert, which is exactly what had happened.

"Hurry up," Chuuya snapped, walking a bit ahead of Dazai. They had left the car a while away in an attempt not to be heard approaching, therefore warning their enemy of their attack and giving them a larger chance of escaping.

Dazai rolled his eyes at Chuuya's words, not understanding the red heads rush. "I'm going fast Chuu-ya!" he complained, pouting ever so slightly. "You're just in a rush, calm down and smell the flowers."

"I'd prefer my bed, thanks..." Chuuya didn't want to spend a long time on the mission. He was tired and just wanted to go to sleep, but thanks to Dazai that wasn't going to come very quickly.

"You want to smell your bed?"

Chuuya stopped, slowly turning to face Dazai and give him the darkest stare he could. Dazai put his hands up innocently and they assumed walking. Once they got to the house they both became more serious, making their steps lighter as they walked inside.

Only to find... no one there?

"Dazai watch out!"

At the sound of Chuuya's shout Dazai moved out of the way as a metal bat swung at his had with enough force to crush it, but instead if hit his arm making it break instantly. Reading Chuuya's moves Dazai fell down, teeth grind together in pain.

For a moment there was the sound of gunshots.

Then Chuuya was by Dazai, making him turn back over. Chuuya looked at Dazai's arm carefully, wincing at the sight. "You can't walk to the car with that-" Chuuya started, standing up, but Dazai grabbed Chuuya's wrist and stopped him.

"It's my arm not my leg," Dazai pointed out, forcing a grin despite the clear pain he was in. "I-I can walk-" Dazai sat up slowly, ignoring Chuuya's glare. But Chuuya didn't protest as he stood, slumping against Chuuya for support.

Something hurt at the back of Chuuya's head again.

The walk to the car wasn't too far. Chuuya helped Dazai into his seat before getting into the driver's side. As he started up the car and started driving Chuuya suddenly remembered he had forgotten clean up- damn it. Now he would have to come back and do it later.

"Is Chuuya worried for me?" Dazai questioned in a tense tone of voice as the car moved quickly through the streets. Chuuya snorted at the questions, forcing himself to keep himself steady.

It was hard though, when your partner and the first person you've really cared about in any way is hurt. "You wish," Chuuya sneered instead of what he wanted to say, would have said in a better world.

Of course I'm worried you idiot.

The ride wasn't long. Chuuya helped Dazai from the car and to the 'doctor's' room. After helping him inside and onto a bed, he was quickly kicked out though- only injured persons and visitors at certain times aloud.

Chuuya stared at the shut door. Worry grew stronger, and the pain in his head grew worse until black spots started to swim in his vision. He needed to calm down- he needed to focus- suddenly, once again, Chuuya remembered the bodies he still had to dispose of.

Good... Something to do.

The one chance that Chuuya gets to visit Dazai and the stupid bastards asleep. Chuuya sat beside Dazai's bed with a sigh, glaring at him. "Stupid bastard," Chuuya muttered. "Get hurt and then make me do all the work, mhn? Lousy partner."

Of course, Dazai didn't reply.

Everything was quiet for once, devoid of the normal bustle Chuuya expected from the Port Mafia. It was surprisingly peaceful, if not for the splitting headache Chuuya still had.

And suddenly, just like that, Chuuya understood. Images flashed over his eyes.

Chuuya walked down the street with Dazai, looking up at him with wide eyes. "You're going to what?" he demanded sharply, eyes wide.

The brown haired child looked upset, to his credit, but not enough for the other to accept. Unable to look him in the eye Dazai looked away. "I'm joining the Port Mafia and you're not aloud to join," he repeated.

"Why not?" Arms suddenly snapped around Dazai, tight and restricting making him jump in surprise and look back at Chuuya, which only hurt more- the smaller boy had tears in his eyes, and even as time ticked by, they rolled down his face.

Dazai bit his lip, rubbing it in between his teeth until it broke and blood spilled down his chin. "It'll break you," he finally whispered.

"If you leave it'll break me too!"

Two young boys, homeless. They find each other, help each other, be there for each other. They both have abilities- the ability of gravity manipulation and the ability to cancel out other abilities.

But they're homeless and sick and they can't survive this way, not when they're weighing each other down.

"Chuuya?" Chuuya was snapped back into reality. Dazai was awake now, and watching him curiously. "Good morning to you too~ You spaced ou-!"

Dazai was cut off as Chuuya moved forward suddenly, smashing their lips together. Dazai struggled slightly, pushing away at Chuuya with his non-broken arm, but Chuuya only moved away when he wanted to, eyes dark and furious.

"You fucking left- you didn't even- you lied- I-"

"You remember?" Dazai's eyes were wide, and Chuuya didn't even have to answer. The answer was already obvious after all. "No- Chuuya- I don't-"

"Don't!" Chuuya closed his eyes tightly, jerking away from Dazai's touch. "Don't even- I hate you!"

"That's a lie!" The words came out from Dazai almost freaked out, and when Chuuya looked up he saw to his shock Dazai was close to tears. He had never seen him like that, not even as children. "You don't hate me- you don't- Chuuya you can't-"

"I don't hate you." Chuuya looked down.

It was confusing and it hurt. But it was the truth. It hurt so much... Everything in his mind felt out of place, and it ached.

But it was the truth. Chuuya could never hate Dazai.

A/N: Idfk what happens next so open ending yay.