"dammit!" he exclaimed as the tiny droplets of rain fell rapidly from the dark grey clouds above. "of all days for me to forget my umbrella". Chuuya was a short, small man with a slightly muscular build. His vibrant orange hair tied in perfectly with his sparkling grey eyes but on that day and today there wasn't a trace of that sparkle.
Chuuya absolutely hated the rain as it reminded him of that day. It was a day that he never wanted to remember for the rest of his life. Before the sudden downpour Chuuya was taking his usual afternoon walk to get his mind off of that man. Who was that man? Where did he come from? Why did he walk into his life if he was just going to disappear right after?
He let out a depressing sigh as he tried to push away those thoughts. Those thoughts which left his heart throbbing and aching and hurting every single minute of the day-. He wanted to be with that man again , to feel his warmth again , to hear his voice, to see his face, to be embraced by him once more.
This is the place where he first met him. A place which held treasured memories which he had kept locked up in his heart. Chuuya could no longer breathe. It was as if someone was slowly stealing all the oxygen in the world away. Chuuya felt dead. It was like, he, Nakahara Chuuya was no longer human.
The one thing that Chuuya didn't want was happening. He was remembering the tall, handsome, brunette who was wrapped in a ton of bandages. oh. How pathetic. To think that his past self would fall victim to this dreadful spell called love. Chuuya remembered just how his heart skipped a few beats when he first met him. The first time their eyes met. The first time they felt each other's warmth. He remembers how the brunette offered to shelter him and also how he, Chuuya refused despite being soaked. He remembers how the brunette kept following him around with the umbrella in hand and Chuuya ignoring him and walking on. He remembers how the brunette had then grabbed his hands causing Chuuya to reflexively turn around.
'I think you're pretty' was the first set of words that slipped through his pink lips. He remembers how red his face got after that unplanned statement. The young brunette giggled and then introduced himself. That's strange, Chuuya's memory was somewhat hazy. He wasn't sure if it was from the second hand embarrassment he got from his past self or the fact that his oxygen was slowly depleting. He could no longer remember the name of the handsome brunette. Remember? Remember. Remember! Remember!
Chuuya awakes from his slumber in an unfamiliar place. There's was someone holding his hand. "Chuuya! oh thank goodness you're alright. I would've killed myself if you hadn't woken up!" Chuuya was in shock. He thought that this person had already passed on yet here he was right next to him. Chuuya tried to speak but it felt as if his throat was being crushed by some unknown force. Tears slowly rolled down his cheeks. Ah. Chuuya finally remembered his name. "Dazai" he said wiping away his tears. "I missed you". Dazai placed his hand on Chuuya's cheek and said the words Chuuya longed to hear. "I'm back little Chuuya"
Chuuya found his happiness once again. Just being around Dazai was enough to make him forget the world's troubles but there was still something which bothered him. where had Dazai been all this time?