It was a peaceful night with nothing much happening, as long as you factored out the loud noises of people fighting and blowing each other up. But, of course, that was all part of his usual everyday life, and so Dazai didn't take much notice. He walked straight toward a worked-up redhead, flinging knives (which he never seemed to run out of) this way and that, ignoring the bullets wizing past his face.
"Oi, slug, hand me a gun" he said, reaching out one empty hand for the gun, at the same time ducking to avoid the knife that Chuya flung at him.
"Fucking mackerel! You're half an hour late!"
Dazai ignored his outburst, instead putting up his arms and sighing "You really are a slug aren't you? It's been half an hour and you still haven't tooken care of these underlings?"
"Stop complaining and get to work!" came the reply from three different directions, each word being said as Chuya took care of another enemy.
Dazai flicked open his cell phone and called Mori-san, reporting to him that they had completed their mission. Chuya picked his way through the dead bodies (the floor being so full of corpses it was a miracle if you could find any spot to place your feet without stepping on a dead man's chest), his ability quickly searching through the coats of the dead, looking for things and information that might be useful to the Port Mafia, taking the chance to pocket any cash he found.
Chuya completed his search just as Dazai finished up on Mori-san's end with a "Yes sir."
Dazai put his phone back in his pocket and turned to Chuya.
"Wanna go get some booze?"
Chuya scowled "That's my line. Plus, I'll be the one paying for the alcohol anyways, so I should be the one to ask."
Dazai waved his arms and started toward the bar "No, it's the dead men paying tonight."
When they got to the liquor store, it was already late enough for the two of them to be the only customers present.
Tonight Dazai picked out a bar they usually didn't visit. As it wasn't the bar that most Port Mafia liked to visit, they took a table in a dark corner, where they wouldn't be recognised if it turned out that someone unwelcome also decided to take a swig. Chuya knew something would happen, because Dazai never did anything without a purpose. But whatever he expected from Dazai, he did not expect this.
They kissed.
He was drunk. They were both drunk. And Chuya was too slow to realise how close Dazai had gotten to him, so when Dazai's lips met his own, he really didn't expect it at all. He should, have, but he didn't. And oh, how he wanted more. How he wished that they could be together. How he longed for Dazai's love, his care, him.
But he pulled away. And he slammed a fist into the bastard's face and he left the bar with no explanation, because Dazai didn't need one. That smart daemon could easily read everything Chuya did.
Your words can be bitter or sweet, your body can seduce and manipulate, but your eyes will never lie.
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Dazai's eyes were dead.
He kissed Chuya, but he wasn't there. He showed Chuya affection, but he didn't love him. He acted as though Chuya meant something to him, as though Chuya mattered but his eyes told a different tale. His movements were calculated, his kiss only another one of his moves in a game.
But Chuya could have chosen to let Dazai fool him. He could've chosen to fool himself, to live in the lie that Dazai could easily have maintained. He could have lived that sweet life, but it wouldn't have been sweet. It would have been so bitter, owning Dazai but not his heart. So he swore that he would not give in to the temptation until he had won over the bandage-waster's heart, until Dazai couldn't live without him, just as he couldn't live without Dazai.
Dazai sat alone in the bar.
He picked up the bills Chuya had left him.
Even angry the stupid slug wouldn't let him get into any real trouble.
He paid the barkeeper and no blood was shed
Hello! so. The other day. I was reading some Bungou fanfictions. And then I realised how awful my own writing was, and so this is an attempt at a different writing style and generally trying to improve my awful writing. I would really appreciate comments. (^∇^)
