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Dazai was tired as he walked through unknown streets. Mori sent him to do a very boring mission. It was supposed to be very easy (at least for him, that’s what boss said). But it wasn’t easy, it was boring.
He tried to think of a method of suicide, but his mind was thankfully blank for a moment. Because at that moment, he heard something clatter. It wasn’t the first time for him to witness orphans on the streets at this late, yet they always ran away when they saw him. At the underworld the Demon Prodigy was a much known name. Dazai didn’t understand why, but it also didn’t bother him, so he let it slide.
But this was new. Dazai felt the strong presence closer to him now. Finally something that’s not boring. He stopped, waited for some seconds. 3… 2… 1…
A hand, slightly bigger than his draped over his eyes and the boy leaned closer to him.
“Don’t move, Demon Prodigy.” he whispered, his breath fanning the side of his face. Dazai smirked. Of course the brat forgot to cover his mouth. A stupid move really.
“Oh, help me! A small Chibi is abusing me!” he shouted for no reason. They were far away from any crowd or living space, so nobody would hear them, but it was funny.
"Shut up! Are you really the Demon Prodigy?"
"You'd be surprised. Though I don't think your tiny brain would understand."
The boy growled behind him. "Come on you dipshit. I'm kidnapping you."
"Oh really?" the funniest thing was that Dazai could have escaped any time he wanted to. He remember all the turns they took, he remembered the smell, the voices... He knew where they were. Yet the boy was sointeresting, so bright, that Dazai couldn't just leave.
He wanted to see the outcome.
Dazai was pushed to a chair, his hands cuffed behind the chair's back. He smirked slightly, already opening its lock, but he pretended to be stuck.
He was probably in the basement. There was only the boy who took him there, outside stood two people. Dazai didn't know who they were.
The hand disappeared. He was shocked. The boy was (obviously) smaller than him, bright, copper locks framing his face, scowling. And his eyes. His eyes were beautiful, like the ocean, the lack of light making it look stormy.
"So. What is your name actually?"
"Osamu Dazai." Dazai didn't see any consequences from saying that. It didn't really matter actually. He was a genius and he wouldn't mind dying in the hands of this chibi.
"Chuuya Nakahara." it was funny. Chuuya trusted Dazai? Probably not. Yet he was so careless. Was he inexperienced or just stupid? Wondered the brown haired executive. Chuuya giving his name out was reckless.
"So... Uhm. I'll start with questioning you."
"What if I don't answer?" smirked Dazai. This was too fun. He considered being grateful for Mori for sending him outside, though he decided against it. He didn't like Mori one bit. Why bother.
Chuuya snarled. "Fuck you."
"Wow. How straightforward Chuuya~."
"Shut up!" the redhead's hand flew to his neck, squeezing it lightly. It wasn't painful in the slightest, but it did something to Dazai, which he tried to ignore.
He didn't like how his heart sped up at the touch that wasn't rough but soft instead. He didn't want to imagine how his face looked like at that moment. Touch was always a big no to him, afraid of it, recoiling from it even to the bottom of the sea, drowning in loneliness. Every brush of fingers reminded him of harsh slaps against his cheeks, as his mother, father, and long dead brother slapped him again and again, no matter what he did.
Yet, when Chuuya's fingers layed over his neck, almost closing it up fully, he wasn't afraid. He felt safe, it was like he could let himself let go the reins he held this whole time. Mori slapped him before, his enemies tortured him before. In years this was the most comforting touch, which he accepted with open arms.
Dazai didn't know when did he close his eyes when he heard a huff above him.
"The Demon Prodigy, huh?" his voice wasn't teasing. Instead fond? Soft?
His thumb moved up a bit, touching his jaw and Dazai couldn't help it, he leaned into the touch his head tipped downwards a bit.
The pleasantly tingling sensation disappeared, and Dazai bit into his cheeks to stop whine at the lost, that almost escaped him. His eyes opened and Dazai looked up at the ginger.
Chuuya sighed heavily. Muttering something that suspiciously sounded like "You are a mess."
The executive thought that this was enough fun for him, so attempted to stand up, the handcuff slipping from his wrists to the ground.
It pierced through the silence. "Why am I not surprised." said Chuuya looking at the cuffs.
"I'm going home." Dazai took out his gun, turning it to Chuuya. "Don't move." his voice was cold, icy. Just like the Demon Prodigy.
"Sorry, Dazai, but you are coming with me. I didn't kidnap you for nothing."
Dazai sighed. He could escape now, without a problem, however he was now slightly curious where would the Chibi take him. As long as he wouldn't touch him with gentleness, he was okay. So for now, he followed the red haired, who probably knew that Dazai was doing this willingly. How weird.
They walked out, the two kid who stood guard exchanged looks, but they didn't complain. Dazai took in his surrounding. They stood in front of a rather tall building, its windows broken at some places. Nevertheless it looked okay, a little farther away from crowded streets.
He hummed interested, his gaze falling to a red haired. Chuuya was already looking at him, nodding towards the building, motioning to step inside. Dazai shrugged and walked after Chuuya through the open door. They climbed the stairs, walking out the stairwell on the 5th floor. Chuuya led him to a door, which was surprisingly clean.
It was probably where Chuuya lived, far more comfortable than his container. Maybe he could stay longer and escape from Mori.
It was him who opened the door. He got distracted, okay? He didn't even realize that Chuuya could grab his hands and push him inside. The executive wrists were trapped in the ginger's hand, like a handcuff but stronger. The closed and he felt Chuuya leaning closer. "You know, you are still kidnapped."
Dazai shivered and pulled on his hands. Still trapped. It looks like the slug won't let him go anytime soon. Though it's okay. It's fine if he won't be... as gentle as he was a few minutes ago.
Chuuya pushed Dazai to the couch. Now that he looks at it, this place was very lived in. Sheets of papers were thrown around the room, posters were sticked to the walls, the bed unmade, pillows scattered on the sheets. It was a two or three roomed little flat. The bedroom door was open and there were two other doors, probably for the toilet and the bathroom.
He heard Chuuya move to the kitchen. He let himself relax to the pillows a little bit. The two of them were alone for now, those other annoying boys didn't follow them thankfully.
His thoughts stopped for a moment as he saw a plate being put down in front of him. There was some fruits and a buttered toast, nothing heavy. Yet Dazai's stomach still turned a bit at the sight, at the mere thought of eating anything. So he did what he was the most good at: bringig up a new topic.
"You know Chibi, this isn't how you try to gather information from a person. Though I souldn't be surprised. Your brain is as small as you are, afterall." there was no way that Chuuya wouldn't get angry. Then he would yell and leave Dazai alone hopefully.
"Shut the everloving fuck up, you piece of shit." grumbled the red haired, kneeling on the floor next to Dazai. He pinched a fruit between his fingertips, bringing it up to the soon-to-be exetucive's lips. "Eat."
Dazai laughed. It was forced, forced when killing a comrade who is on the brink of death on the battlefield. All because of merci. "Chuuya~ I just ate at home."
"Bullshit. One look at you and I can tell that you haven't eaten for two days now."
Dazai parted his lips to protest. Liquid filled his mouth, sweet on the tongue, a bit crunchy. It was okay, afterall Dazai always had a sweet tooth. He swallowed the fruit looking up at Chuuya, waiting for something that even he, himself, didn't know what. He almost looked away from the sparkling ocean that layed in front of him, when a smooth voice cut through the silence. "Good job." it was said offhandedly, while the shorter picked up another one.
The words rang through Dazai's bones whose eye widened, feeling something burn on the tip of his ears and cheeks.
He only got a glance from Chuuya whose lips turned upwards a bit.
He gave him another piece of fruit. And they continued this, on and on. It was peaceful, something that Dazai barely had. He clinged to it with his blunt nails, not wanting it to be ripped away from him.
The door burst open, a pink haired girl and a white haired boy standing in the doorway. They looked at Dazai then Chuuya. "Chuuya, someone attacked one of our basements." So there was more...
"Right. I'll go. Shirase, stay here with Da... the Demon Prodigy."
The white haired nodded and the girl ran out with Chuuya. Shirase closed the door, leaning against it, looking Dazai up and down, like he was the superior. How wrong he was.
They breathed in silence for a while, a staring contest going on between them for a few minutes. Then Dazai stood up and walked to the window, gazing out, realizing it was already dusk. "Don't walk any closer." Threatened him Shirase as he too, walked next to Dazai in case he decides to jump out and run away.
"Isn't it beautiful how someone can be that naive to believe that claws coated with silk are as gentle as freezing snowflakes?"
"I don't know what the hell is your problem, dude. But shut the fuck up. You are kidnapped. We haven't killed you yet, so be happy for it instead of spewing some poetic shit."
"Your intelligence is lower than I thought." Sighed Dazai, disappointment clear in his voice.
"Like you know any better, killing machine."
Something snapped in Dazai, like a puppet's strings being cut down. He slumped forward a bit, then straightened his back, his one uncovered eye turning to a dark pool of void. He felt something boil inside him as he aimed his gun towards Shirase. "What the fuck. How did you get my gun?"
A crooked smile on his lips formed. "You think I'm crazy, right?" Dazai's tone was cold like ice, his face turning to neutral.
The latter's finger twitched on the trigger, firing the gun. It missed its target as Shirase jumped out of the way, his cheek still getting a small cut. "Are you crazy?"
Dazai's eyes froze, deepening. He stepped back, firing again. This time, the bullet went through the white haired boy's shoulder, blood spilling from the wound.
Shirase almost punched him, but the mafia memeber waltzed away with gentle ease, his turns feather-light, yet efficient. He fired again, his aim perfect.
The door burst open, a laughing pink haired girl locking eyes with Dazai. For a few moments, the joy was still visible, until she realized what happened. She jumped forward, rage shone in her eyes, the other boy moving along with her, occasionally wincing due to his wounds. Dazai could have managed it. Hell, he even managed against a horde of men when needed. Though this time his attention flickered to a blue eyed boy who just showed up at the corner. His momentum was cut short, losing his balance on the armrest of the couch. He quickly regained it, though it was enough for the girl to slap his face. Hard.
The world stopped for a moment, as the girl still stood next to him on the couch, a triumphant look on her face. For Dazai it was pain. Pain crawled between his ribs, stabbing his lungs making him wheeze slightly, tears prickling his eyes. He inhaled sharply and looked at a small crack on the table, focusing on it until his vision blurred around it. It was quiet for a second longer, only their harsh panting could be heard. Dazai lifted his head again but the girl's palm connected with his cheek just like before, the boy's head lolling to the side, silently watching the crack for the second time.
"Yuan!" Chuuya threatened, his voice low and commanding. The girl (Yuan) huffed and hopped down, helping Shirase out of the room to treat his wounds. She looked back at Dazai then Chuuya choosing to not comment on it. The door was shut closed again.
They stared at each other for a moment, the clock quietly ticking away on the wall, hung between old posters and faded stickers. Golden rays gently pouring melted gold onto the old, rusty wood floorboards, the air humid, yellow spilling through dusty glass filtered by curtains.
Chuuya walked in front of him, looking up at the taller who still held the gun. "Give that to me." he used that deep tone again, and Dazai didn't object but didn't budge either.
The red haired reached for the gun, taking back the safety. His hands touched Dazai's fingers for a second and the latter's hand went slack, the gun falling down between them, piercing through the dangerous tranquility.
Chuuya's eyes widened a bit, forgetting the gun as he moved his hand forward to meet Dazai's. The mafia member's hand went boneless again in his grip, and Chuuya wondered why. He slid his palm upwards on the arm, fingertips lightly grazing the rough material. And the Demon Prodigy leaned into it, further downwards into his hand. He toppled over, bracing himself for the fall, but Chuuya catched him easily, reflexively cradling him to his chest. The leader hadn't had a single clue why he did that, reasoning that because he was so used to it doing it to the other members of the Sheep.
Dazai slumped forward into the warmness, now sitting on the armrest. And it was weird. He felt something. There wasn't this emptiness. A slight shift inside his chest should have been a warning, but he couldn't bring himself to notice something he so strongly believed was never even there to begin with.
Chuuya ran his fingers through Dazai's hair. He kissed the brown strands, letting the low sigh from Dazai sink in his mind. "Dazai, I have to go." he whispered.
"But Chuuya~" his voice was barely heard, breezy in the thick silence.
"No. We don't have food, and I have to check on Shirase, because someone felt like shoothing him."
Dazai didn't flinch, but his breath hitched a little bit. Chuuya rested his hand on his cheek where Yuan hit him, like he could erease it, the red roses blooming on his pearly white skin where its thorns dug deep.
The craving to feel malvas* blossoming in his veins, planted by gloved hands that made his pain bearable for a heartbeat was too unforgettable.
*(meaning: safety, love, protection from harm/negativity)
~
Chuuya walked down to the closest shop. He hasn't been here before, so he looked around cautiously, spotting the cashier. At least it wasn't closed. He pushed the door open, a brief 'hello' leaving his lips.
He grabbed some canned crab and instant noodles, bread, pasta... The usual things. Chuuya unconsciously dropped a roll of bandages into the basket he carried. He tried to convince himself that it was for Shirase, yet it fell flat even for himself.
He walked up to the cashier dumping the basket down and wondering whether he should buy a pack of cigarettes or a cup of coffee. "Long day?"
The boy asked, and Chuuya couldn't help but look at him more closely. He had gold blond hair, he wore sunglasses and he had a faded red leather jacket.
"You can say that." muttered Chuuya.
"My name is Albatross by the way."
"Chuuya."
Albatross handed him the bag full of his purchases. Chuuya almost turned around but he saw a hand reach out to him. A steaming cup of coffee. Just what he needed. "It's on me."
"God, you're a life saver." Said Chuuya, a smile tugging his lips.
"No problem, man."
Someone poked his head out from the backdoor. "Albatross, have you heared anything from the Demon Prodigy?" His voice died down as he noticed another person in the room. "Uhm. I thought you already closed the shop."
"Well yeah. But then Chuuya stumbled in the last minute. I couldn't just kick him out!"
The man sighed. He had short, silvery blond hair. He was really handsome, his voice gentle. "Uhm, I will go then." Chuuya stuttered, already approaching the exit.
"Hey. Have you heard about the Demon Prodigy?" asked the taller guy still behind the door.
"Uh, no?" fuck. Chuuya hated lying and he was bad at it. The guy saw that too but didn't mention. "Why?"
"Oh, nothing. Just interested. You know, the underground rumors are usually true if it involves the mafia or the police. I was just curious, that's all. Anyways I'm Lippmann."
Chuuya nodded, not sure what to do. "I heard he got kidnapped." piped in Albatross.
"Probably not. He once killed a whole organization, all on his own. I would preferably use the word... escaped. Yes. He escaped." Lippman stated, like it was obvious.
Killed a whole organization, all on his own. What. Chuuya was baffled speechless.
"Well, it's not like I expect something else from him." Albatross sounded tired. Well, he wasn't the only one.
"Say Chuuya." Lippman adressed him, locking eyes with the red-haired. "Will you be free after tomorrow?"
"Yes."
"Well then why don't we meet again. I'll lend you this idiot's number-" "Hey!" "-and we can arrange something."
"Sure." he grabbed the piece of paper and finally left the place.
It was a weird interaction. He suspected something was up with them. He looked at the digits, his mind replaying the same sentence repeatedly: Killed a whole organization, all on his own.
Damn.
~
Dazai was alone. He was lonely.
He looked out the window, absentmindedly humming a tune and waiting for Chuuya to show up. He tried to not think about his responsibilities. Because eventually, he will have to go back to the Port Mafia. They probably started to even look for him. Hell. Not for him. Only for his service.
He touched the cold glass, and breathed, watching as it tranformed to fog, laying over the cold material. "Nothing can be destroyed, it just transforms." he mumbled, letting his head lean on the window.
These were the moments where he could let himself go, where nobody watched him, where nobody expected anything from him. He could just... Be silent and find solace in his own breathing pattern.
Why did he felt his heart being ripped apart? Why did he feel like he was squeezed, his heart bleeding? Why did he have a lump in his throat that he couldn't swallow? Why did his lips tremble?
He crouched down to a little ball, wanting to disappeare. Dazai panted, barely controlling anything now. His heart hammering caged in his ribs. Something wetted the floorboards in his eyeshight, small drops like rain, that rolled down on his pink, flushed cheeks. He scratched his wrists in a failed attempt to distract himself from a pain he couldn't reach.
Dazai didn't hear the shuffling outside, but he sure did notice the bright light that forced itself under his eyelids. "Hey, Shitty Dazai, drag your ass he..."
Chuuya dropped his bag as he rushed to his side. Dazai was still out of it and Chuuya had to pry the boy's hands from his own wrists, securing his hands in his own. "Dazai, stop." he whispered uselessly. "Try to breath with me."
And so did Dazai. Was he scared?
A gentle hand ran through his locks and Dazai couldn't help but sigh in relief.
"It's okay." reassured him Chuuya. "Hey, do you want me to tell where I was just now?"
Dazai nodded, accepting the distraction.
"Okay, so there is a store close by, so I went to buy some things, because apparently we were low on food. I barely managed to walk in before closing and there was this guy who was really kind and all." Chuuya watched in awe how much Dazai resembled a cat, almost purring as Chuuya scratched the skin behind his ears. "And then he gave me his number. Actually, it was another guy who gave his number... What was his name again?" He mumbled, trying hard to remember. "Lippmann I think. We arranged a meeting. Oh and the cashier, the other guy was Albatross. They seemed kind."
He didn't mention the part where they asked about Dazai. The aforementioned just hummed, completely blissed out at the touch to add anything to the conversation. If this is called kidnapping, he would always let people do it to him. Unfortunately it was just Chuuya who was this kind, on every other occasion he was tortured, almost manipulated, kicked, or they found a weakness in him that they used against him. It was something he could hardly hide because he, himself couldn't understand it.
Of course Dazai listened. He knew Albatross and Lippmann. They were with Pianoman who was one of his friends, you could say. They weren't extremely close, but they had some missions together and they were always fun. They understood each other when it came to tactics or opinions.
He knew the Flags, they sometimes went to bars together. "Chuuya~"
"What."
"I'm hungryyy~" he wasn't. He just wanted to annoy the red haired.
"Ugh. Then go feed yourself." grumbled Chuuya, though his voice held a kind lilt. Sliding his fingers out from brown hair, he reached for the bag, fishing out canned crab.
Dazai watched with fascination as Chuuya opened it with only one hand. Dazai always struggled opening it, which usually turned into throwing it to the ground. Chuuya still held his back with his other arm. "Dazai, let's move to the couch."
The mentioned boy nodded and the gravity manipulator let him go. Dazai mourned the loss. The canned crab was placed on the table thanks to Chuuya's ability, the user turning around to stare at Dazai, like figuring out a mystery. Then he swiftly grabbed Dazai under his knees and behind his back, hauling him up. Dazai hid his face into a strong chest that he couldn't help but nuzzle closer to. A deep rumble caught his attention, from right under his ears, realizing it's Chuuya laughing. "You like this, princess."
And even though Dazai was the Port Mafia boss' right hand man, the Demon Prodigy, someone who doubted his own humanity... he was just a man. And he was weak. You see, nobody dared to call him anything besides Dazai or Demon Prodigy. So after hearing princess roll down from Chuuya's tongue like it was as easy and simple as breathing...
He might have just fainted and fell if it wasn't for Chuuya who pinched his side and held him closer.
It was night already, yet Chuuya still fed him like a dog (not like a princess, duh) which was Chuuya actually. "I'm going for a shower. Don't touch my things, stinky mackerel."
Dazai hummed as he heard the door closing. He grabbed Chuyya's phone, for rummaging through any information that would come in his way but a message popped up at the top. He quickly tapped on it, seeing it was from Albatross. So they were in contact already, huh.
-hey, it's Chuuya.-
-hiiii-
That was their previous conversation. Dazai stared at it for a moment, trying to decide whether he should write to him or not. Albatross probably wouldn't be able to figure out it was him, but if Chuuya would open the chat he would see it. Well... He could still make a call.
Dazai stood up and looked around gingerly, swaying close to Chuuya's bed and leaning against it once he crouched down. He hit the call button, then waited. Not long after a cheerful voice greeted him. "Hey hey hey, buddy!"
"Albatross." Dazai's voice was cold, freezing, yet it held some familiarity.
"Ah, Dazai. Well, it looks like we know then where you are."
"About that." he took a deep breath listening to the water running next door. "What did you plan to do to Chuuya."
"Man, why are you so stressed? We just invited him to an exclusive party with the Flags."
"Listen. I don't want him to get involved with the Mafia." he was demanding, ready to scold Albatross if he asked why. But he didn't, the line silent for a while.
"Well, alright. But just so you know, you are in the Mafia. He is already involved with you in some ways. How do you expect him to stay away from it? Like, I know buddy, that I'm not the sharpest, but it's so obvious that he will somehow get dragged in this whole matter. Boss wanted you to do something about Chuuya before Verlain decides to blew up the fucking city. So either you kill him or let him go with the flow, man."
"Albatross. This is the last time I will say that kindly fuck off and leave my missions alone. Even if Mori treats the Flags like oxygen, using you for his own good, you should not interfere with my affairs. As for Chuuya, he will stay with me for as long as I or he whishes."
He then changed his his whole demeanor so easily, slipping on a mask yet again. "Anyways, have fun with the others, oh and please don't tell Mori where I am~. Bye bye~."
He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly bringing his knees up to his chest.
~
Dazai opened the double door cautiously, stepping inside the office, noting how comforting it was as the liquid-like afternoon sunlight streaked through the windows. "Mori."
The boss stood up from his spot in front of the windows, turning his head to Dazai's direction. "Dazai-kun. I have a mission for you."
Elise was lying on the floor crayons in her hands, drawing something morbid again. "And what would it be? You know, I have some other things to do today." the prodigy's voice was bored, dragging out the syllables.
"I heard that Verlaine wants to come to Yokohama."
"For Chuuya Nakahara."
"Yes. I'd like you to one, get him to the mafia. He could be a useful member." Dazai silently scoffed. As if. He wouldn't drag him in. He had for too more potential for it. Not like he would like him to go to the Agemcy either. Dazai wanted him all for himself.
After he joined the mafia, it was all for his search towards humanity, a search for something he didn't have. And this Chuuya... He was the whole humanity. As much as Dazai knew about him confirmed his belief.
"Two, kill him." Mori somehow knew that neither of these will happen. Dazai always found a way out, a third door that he himself created.
"Anything else?"
"No. Report me when you are done. I give you a month."
Dazai dragged his feet outside, the want inside him to lay down to his old futon in the container is strong. Even when rumors went around the mafia, stating that he hadn't worked at all all this time, every executive realized it was false. On the contrary, he worked almost overtime, doing all the important paperworks and gathering information, training squads etc.
Of course, he sometimes did slack of, but it seldom happened.
He headed to a deserted area in Yokohama, feeling slightly disturbed for some reason. Why did Verlaine want Chuuya? He has to look into it a bit more later.
"Don't move, Demon Prodigy."
~
Chuuya wrapped around him a towel, steepimg out the bathroom. Dazai wasn't in the livingroom. He checked the bedroom, relieved that he was there, reading a book he most likely found on his shelf.
"Dazai, I'll go check out Shirase. Stay here." the brunette nodded, his jaw slack, his mouth open and his eyes wide, looking at Chuuya. What was his problem?
Was he sick?
"Dazai, damn it. What's your problem?" when he didn't get any answer, he kneeled in front of Dazai, looking into his eyes, brining his hand up to check his temperature. His skin warmed the red haired's hand, a pretty flush spreading across Dazai's cheeks and nose.
What happened? Dazai's gaze flicked down then he averted his gaze. Questioningly Chuuya also looked down. There was nothing interesting, just his rug, his knees, his towel and...
"..."
"..."
"Dazai..." Chuuya's lips tugged the corner of his mouth up to a smirk. When he got out of the bathroom, he rushed to find Dazai, frankly, he only had his towel wrapped around his waist which hid his legs from the waist to the knees.
"I... Uhm..." Dazai sputtered hanging his head in shame, his bangs shading his eyes.
"Dazai, look at me." he lifted a finger to the boy's chin, tilting it upwards. "I'm not angry, alright? It's okay." he was reassuring, but he couldn't help but snicker in his head. Chuuya couldn't deny that he did look good and he was a damn good martial artist, a lot of people said it to him and he also realized it.
And having Dazai flushed because of the look of his muscles, well... Chuuya couldn't deny the swirling feeling in his chest, filling him up to the brim, something akin to pride. Although he still didn't know why it made him satisfied not self-concious like when Shirase or others saw him shirtless while fighting or when they were younger and they sneaked into hotsprings to shover.
Chuuya decided to not care about that at the moment. He had to find Shirase and deliver a roll of bandages. He caressed Dazai's cheek one last time, seeing him glow up with emotions, then stood up, gathered some clothes and changed in the bathroom.
He walked down narrow corridors, passing the other members' rooms. They had a small room that they called infirmary, its shelves filled with supplies for wounds, a small futon in the corner for wounded.
There sat Shirase with Yuan on his side. "I bought bandages."
Silence.
Chuuya detested silence.
"Chuuya." Yuan addressed him. "What the fuck." She never cursed. "Did you lose your mind? You are housing a psychopath. A killer. A demon. A monster. A..."
"Shut up! Oh my god, just shut the fuck up. If I remember correctly you also agreed to take him."
"But for torture! To get some damn information from him! We didn't imgaine that you would fucking baby him all because he wasn't loved all his life! Fuck!"
"Probably because he is a heartless killing machine." muttered Shirase from the corner.
Chuuya's eyes widened. He passed the bandages to Yuan and turned around, stepping outside and looking back above his shoulder. "You know, in these times I am the one who has to doubt if you have any feelings at all."
He didn't wait for an answer. Chuuya fucked up, didn't he.