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A/N - I highly recommend that you press play on the song above and let it run throughout this chapter! ;)
Chuuya's jacket flew in the air as he launched himself at Dazai like a missile, and Dazai didn't know who threw the first punch, but suddenly his bloodied fist was slamming into Chuuya's face while he sunk to his stomach. Blood pooled in his mouth as Dazai gagged. The two handsome men stumbled apart for a brief second to catch their breaths before diving back at each other, eyes narrowed in sheer determination.
"YOU CALL THAT A PUNCH?" Chuuya had a sneer in his voice that extended to his eyes, and he threw his entire body weight behind the fist that edged closer and closer to Dazai's face. It hit Dazai's jaw with such unfathomable force that he spat out blood, and suddenly he found himself practically flying across the room as his wounded body had crashed into the large, solid brick wall that he was once cuffed to before he crumpled to the ground. Pain erupted from the point of impact, as tendrils of blood dribbled down Dazai's chin; the heavily injured man groaning in pain. "That wasn't even a massage. Your martial art skills are below average for the Port Mafia. It doesn't even matter that I can't use my ability against you. Now get up. The party's only just getting started."
Dazai smirked wildly; his bangs had fallen over his eyes and his knees were weak. His voice was hoarse, but he still managed to speak. "You always were the best with hand-to-hand combat."
"I know."
"But whoops a daisy," Dazai cracked his knuckles and lolled his head in a circle. Chuuya seemed surprised when Dazai managed to get back up on his feet, as if he wasn't affected at all by Chuuya's hit, as if he had already seen Chuuya's move coming from literally miles away. "I actually thought my arm would get destroyed there."
"He blocked my strike at the last second," Chuuya thought to himself; narrowing his beady eyes at the smug-looking man. "He must have predicted it."
Dazai dusted himself off; his mouth curving like a scimitar. "We've known each other for a long time. I'm very familiar with your moves, pacing and behaviour. That's what made me a great partner, right?"
In a split second, Chuuya had already launched himself at Dazai once again, faster than the speed of light. Dazai barely had any time to prepare himself for Chuuya's attack.
"Shit!" Dazai thought to himself, eyes widening like saucers. "He's fast."
"THEN I BET YOU SAW THIS COMING TOO, DIDN'T YOU?" And before Dazai was able to do anything to defend himself from the wrathful redhead's merciless combative techniques, Chuuya had grasped Dazai's head in his hands and brought his kneecap up to his nose, there was a blunt crack before he released Dazai's dark-haired head. Crimson leaked from Dazai's nostrils, painting his face ruby red. "Watch closely now, this is how you PUNCH—"
