A/N: Hey guys! Here's my first fic in almost 6 years. I hope you enjoy it!
Today was a great day. Chuuya was happy. Well except for the bomb in his car. That threw him off a little but all in all he finished off that days mission without casualties. No one was hurt and it felt strange that he'd managed to settle something without having to fight. As he climbed the steps to his apartment he smiled, excited to talk to Dazai about this assignment. Chuuya stopped for a second, took out his lighter, cupped his hands around it and breathed life into a cigarette. It had been 3 days since they last talked. Dazai should have finished his latest assignment and come home earlier that day.
A woman pushed past Chuuya as he puffed on the cigarette. He had lived here for years and occasionally saw her enter and leave the building, yet he knew little about her. There were probably rumours about him and Dazai that circulated. He'd overheard snippets sometimes. The neighbours wondered how such young boys could afford an apartment like this. They wondered what they did when they came back at odd hours. They wondered. Chuuya walked quicker towards their apartment.
Chuuya pushed the key into the door when he noticed that it was unlocked, he shrugged, Dazai probably just forgot to lock it behind him. He pushed the door open to hear silence. The cigarette fell to the floor snuffed as Chuuya absently stepped on it while balling his hands in his pockets. There was a key hanging on the key stand with a keychain that Chuuya bought for Dazai almost a year ago. Chuuya saw the keychain of Kagmine Ren holding a noose in a shop in the middle of a mission in the south and knew he had to buy it for the suicidal maniac. Dazai was always losing his keys but curiously enough after Chuuya gave him the keychain he never did again.
As the door creaked further open, moonlight poured into the living room, illuminating the empty space on the chair where Dazai usually dumped his trench coat, he never could be bothered to use the coat rack. Chuuya softly tread inside. It was oddly empty. Only one mug sat on the dining table. It didn't look like anything important was taken. The TV sat on its usual place on the wall. To the left the door to Dazai's room was ajar. Inside was only a futon. The empty cupboards stared back at Chuuya almost mockingly. His own room was untouched. It was as if Dazai was never there.
Chuuya switched on the lights. There was an envelope on the coffee table. Inside was cash. A lot of it. It was enough to cover the rent for nearly six months and a note.
'I'm leaving Port Mafia. Here's my rent. Goodbye' was written.
"No way" Chuuya muttered under his breath. There is no way that asshole would leave without telling him first. No way. Chuuya couldn't believe that. He's just messing with him. This was all just an elaborate prank. Dazai was probably just waiting at the Bar Lupin with Oda and Ango as usual all ready to laugh at Chuuya being unnecessarily worried.
Chuuya called Dazai but the phone was switched off. Oda didn't pick up either and then he got a call from from Kouyou.
"Ane-san where's Dazai?", Chuuya almost yelled down the phone
" I'm sorry Chuuya," she began softly, "he's left Port Mafia. I-"
"What happened? Where is he? " His voice filled with anger and worry.
"I can't tell you the details because I don't know. All I know is that Ango is a double agent for the government, Oda is dead and Dazai is gone. Both Ango and Dazai are now enemies of the Port Mafia. You are forbidden from contacting either of them unless the situation requires-"
Chuuya couldn't listen to anymore. He grabbed the first bottle of wine he saw in the kitchen cupboards, broke it open pouring a healthy amount into a wine glass. Taking a sip he sat down on the sofa. Placing the bottle carefully on a coaster. The wine tasted almost like summer, rich. There was a faint trace of bay leaf that cut across everything and Chuuya could swear there was a hint of peppermint.
On glancing at the label Chuuya sighed. It was a very expensive 1989 Petrus that he was saving for a good day. Well it was a good day. He was at last rid of the annoying pest that is Dazai. Usually that annoying pest would be sitting with his head in Chuuya's lap reading something on his Kindle. The sofa was cold.
The sweet drink trickled down his throat. He wished that his partner was here to have a taste. Dazai would've loved this. Chuuya's grip on the glass tightened. What would happen to them? They had something. Chuuya was never quite sure what it was but it was something special.
He poured more wine into the glass. A little splashed out staining the white cloth over the table. He never could handle alcohol very well.
Out of the corner of his eye he noticed a splash of white under the throw pillow. Chuuya knew what it was. He just couldn't touch it. It was the bandages Dazai used to cover his arms. There's no way he'd leave these behind without reason and Chuuya didn't care to know. He picked up the bundle and threw it in direction of the trash.
Gritting his teeth he splashed more wine in the already empty glass. Chuuya downed it in one go and then smashed the glass against the wall.
"How could Dazai do this?" Chuuya thought. His hands were trembling. "Why would he leave me like this?" He yelled.
He was answered with silence.
"Did I do something wrong?" He whispered.
A rumble could be heard in the distance. Chuuya grabbed a cushion tightly. Of all days, why would it rain today? The first time there was a storm Chuuya sat awake in bed until Dazai came along. He didn't say anything just held Chuuya until he fell asleep. He expected Dazai to make fun of him in the morning but he didn't. Ever since whenever there was a storm they'd sleep together.
The pitter patter of the rain become stronger. Chuuya pulled the cushion closer to himself. It smelled like cigarettes, that god awful beer Dazai loved and Dazai himself. He dug his nails into it until it tore open
The rain was getting heavier. Chuuya looked around at the mess he'd made. There was wine spilt on the table, a shattered glass that was all over the floor, the cotton from the cushion erupted over the sofa and all that stupid cash that Chuuya didn't even need.
There was flash of light followed by a loud rumble. Chuuya jumped to his feet and ran to Dazai's room. He opened the futon, pulled covers over himself and breathed in the smell of Dazai.
The rain continued like it didn't matter that Chuuya was sad. Like it didn't care.
As Dazai sat in his new bed that night he watched the raindrops hit his new window, his arms felt empty. Dazai placed the fresh bandages on his bedside. No could tie them quite like Chuuya did.
He hoped Chuuya would forgive him.
A/N: And that was my first fanfic I've written in over ages and my first BSD fic. I know this particular scene has been written to death but I really wanted to try myself.
Well I hope you guys like this. Do leave a review, I really wanna know what you think of this one whether its good or bad! and if I should continue with fics like this. Also sokoku is my favourite ship ever now.