Warning:
⚠️mentioned of suicide⚠️
⚠️bad grammar(probably)⚠️
This took place when soukoku first met after 4 years since the day Dazai left!
Hope you enjoy my first ever fanfic!
It was midnight when suddenly the doorbell rang, waking Chuuya up from his ‘beauty sleep’.
-Who the hell is coming here at *beeping* 1 in the *beeping* a.m in the *beeping* morning?!...
The ginger head lazily ran his hand through his hair as he sighed loudly, mentally cursing the person who decided to wake him up at this ungodly hour. He walked over to the door with a yawn slowly escaped his mouth, finally opening the door after a few moment of silence. As the door opened a little, his blue eyes landed on a tall brunette who was the last person he wanted to see at the moment. Chuuya’s immediate reaction was to slam the door close but unlucky him, the man has already put his foot between the door to stop it from closing. As the ginger finally opened the door with an exasperated sigh, a smirk crept on the man’s face as he saw the other guy’s annoyance growing by the seconds:
- Oh come on slug~ That’s your reaction seeing your me after 7 years?- A light-hearted chuckle escaped the brunette’s mouth as a sly grin appeared on his face- You really made me sad, Chuu-Chuu~
- Shitty Dazai... I couldn’t have cared less if you died on some river or something...
Chuuya gritted his teeth at the sight of the tall, skinny man in front of him, clenching and unclenching his fists repeatedly
- ...You still came here in the middle of the night knowing I won’t hesitate to end that filthy life of yours for being a traitor?
Dazai laughed at the little ginger’s words, the grin still didn’t falter at the corner of his lips. He made his way into Chuuya’s apartment like he owned the place as he stretched out his arms, not bothering to wait for response.
- You know that you can’t kill me... not for Port Mafia’s sake nor your own..~
Chuuya wanted to break that brunette’s neck at the very second Dazai ended his sentence but he knew that his words weren’t wrong... How could he even bare killing this stupid idiot?! He now just wanted to kill himself for having such feelings for this idiotic, insufferable mackerel...
Chuuya closed the door behind him as he slowly followed the man, mentally cursing himself for letting this suicidal freak into his apartment. Dazai then fell down the sofa with a loud thud as Chuuya kept following behind him, comfortable sounds of the floor creaking as they walked by. The ginger head looked down at the man who now had made himself comfortable on the sofa. Another exasperated sigh escaped his mouth as he sat beside Dazai, looking at the brunette with an irritated expression:
- Tch... You suicidal freak... How I want to break that *beeping* neck of yours.
A low chuckle came out of Dazai as he leaned against the sofa, looking at Chuuya up and down. He feigned offense at his words, putting a hand on his chest.
- Oh no! Is Chuu-Chuu train intending to kill a person that is too handsome for him?
He then stopped his acting as he saw the irritation on Chuuya’s face, a low chuckle again bounced off his mouth. He then suddenly lean forward as he smirked slightly, tilting his head to the side to see the other person’s face.
- How about some wine?
Dazai suddenly pulled a bottle of whiskey from Chuuya’s collection from the middle of nowhere. Another mischievous smirk crept on Dazai’s face as he saw Chuuya sighing and didn’t try to stop him, which eventually meant to Dazai that it was a yes. Dazai quickly stood up as he went to the kitchen and then came back with two glasses with a circular ice cube in each of them. Dazai then sat down as he chuckled at the slug’s irritated demeanor before pouring whiskey into the two glasses.
- Cheers?
— about an hour later —
The entire room was in a comfortable silence as the duo sat together, some of the only sounds to be heard was the clinking sounds of the circular ice cubes against the glass, the sounds of the moving cars outside the road and the sounds of Chuuya and Dazai’s conversation. Outside the apartment window was the running headlights, passing by with a fast speed in a flash. Suddenly the sound of a glass of wine shattered to the floor from Dazai’s hand, almost deafening all the other sounds. As the dim light of the moon elegantly shone in the room, Dazai’s eyes widened a bit as he found Chuuya straddling on his lap, looking down at him with his blue eyes. Dazai could easily smell the alcohol on Chuuya, which mixed with Chuuya’s own scent and made a comfortable scent that was drawing Dazai even closer to the little slug. But soon, his brown eyes fluttered back normal while a smile tugged at the corner of his lips and a light chuckle softly came out of his mouth.
- Chuuya-kun, you’re dru—
Before Dazai could finish his sentence, Chuuya had push Dazai hard against the sofa as he leaned even closer, his face only inches apart from the brunette’s. His eyes once again slightly widened again at the feeling of the ginger’s lips pressed against his, but he soon composed himself as he also returned the kiss with a mischievous glint in his eyes, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
1 minute...
Then 2 minutes...
Finally after 3 minutes, Chuuya broke out of the kiss as he breathed heavily, his chest moving up and down due to his breathing. His blue eyes had a slight layer of tears thanks to his lack of oxygen as he lifted his free hand to hide the sight of his mouth. He finally caught his breath after a few moments as he looked at Dazai, his eyes sharpened slightly. A smile still rested on the brunette’s face as he looked at the man in front of him, slightly tilting his head. The tall figure lightly licked his lips playfully as he silently savored the sweet taste of Chuuya’s lips, a mischievious glint once again sparkled in his brown eyes. Suddenly Dazai felt a gun being pressed against his forehead, but his cheerful demeanor and the smile still didn’t fade away from his face as he stared up at the gun with a light chuckle.
- Ah...? After stealing a kiss from me, now Chuu-Chuu decides to test my patience?~
The ginger head didn’t seem to care as his hand on the brunette keep pushing him against the sofa with a strong force while the other hand slowly moved the gun to in front of the man’s chest.
-...
Unlike what Dazai thought Chuuya would do, the ginger head suddenly fell against his chest as he held the gun down, the other guy’s short arms hugging Dazai, not letting him go like a little red koala.
- Don’t you ever dare try to leave me again... stupid mackerel. This is a warning...
Chuuya buried his head into Dazai’s embrace as a single tear rolled down on his face out of his messy, chaotic emotions, a tear that the usual will never be seen on the normal short-tempered Chuuya’s face. A small smile rugged at Dazai’s lips as his long, tender arms wrapped around the other guy’s waist, feeling the small figure’s warmth against him. A small thought crossed the tall brunette’s head as he put a light, gentle kiss on Chuuya’s messy red hair.
“I’ve missed you a lot too, slug... my stupid, idiotic slug.”
