'Coup de Foudre'

"Odasaku. I have a feeling I know what you are up to, but you need to run. It's not going to be safe there for long."

"Dazai. Where are you?"

"Piss off, Scrub!."

Chuuya curses at his partner who is currently held captive by the enemy. He zooms past Oda, racing his Ducati as he dodges the attacks being hurled upon him.

"Hai hai Chuuya. You are in range of the enemy. Take some bullets and die, thanks."

"Urisai."

One thing Chuuya cannot tolerate is that damn blue mackerel. But right now, as that bastard's partner, it's Chuuya's responsibility to save him. And also his friends who are Shibusawa's captives. And Chuuya is ready to risk it all for Dazai and his friends. But most importantly, Chuuya is here cause Dazai trusts him to do this. And he trusts Dazai. He had found out the whereabouts of Chuuya's friends, Dazai had done that for him. And Chuuya is grateful for having a partner like Dazai. So Chuuya is here, to save his friends and his damn insufferable partner. No matter how many times they get themselves into petty fights, they will always remain the best partners. Just best partners. Chuuya scoffs.

"Damn gifted. He thinks he's shit." Chuuya curses as he drives through the street, soaking up the impacts of the enemy's attacks using gravity. One sharp turn and Chuuya manipulates the gravity of his bike and he speeds up through the ruins, riding his bike up on the buildings. He finishes off the attacker with a single blow as he lands swiftly on the terrace of the building where his idiot of a partner is being held. And low and behold, there he is, the Demon Prodigy, his partner, Dazai Osamu being handcuffed and held at gunpoint. His punchable face is adorned with a smirk as he sees Chuuya. Chuuya feels like laughing just by imagining the fate of the person who has dared to hold Dazai at a gunpoint. That one is definitely getting a kick to the face when Dazai will rescue himself.

Five.

Dazai watches as the cloud of dust settles, revealing his tiny, angry partner along with his Panigale. What a showoff.

But Chuuya was five minutes late.

Dazai had to get hit three times more than what he had estimated, just because Chuuya was late. Well, it isn't a big deal but he is Dazai and the person who made him wait is Chuuya. So it doesn't matter even if Dazai's heart skips a beat as he takes in the view of his partner, in front of him. Like hell, Dazai will let this opportunity of taunting Chuuya go to waste because of his feelings.

"It would have been more amusing if you'd been 'Coup de foudre' and killed."

There it is, that irritating habit of Dazai that Chuuya hates the most. And Chuuya blushed a little because it can't be. It can't be that Dazai used that term knowing what it means.

"Shut it Dazai."

"You are five minutes late." Dazai says as he kicks the man in the face, disarming him and sending him tumbling to the ground. "Because of that I got smacked three more times than I needed to." Dazai smiles as he approaches Chuuya.

"I might as well finish you off."

"I'm not the one you need to kill."

All of a sudden they are surrounded by armed men. And Chuuya sighs wondering why these scums just won't run for their life.

"Look at all this trash."

"Clean it up please." Dazai sighs, feeling pity for all these unfortunate men who have no idea what they are up against.

"Come to think of it, I have a debt to repay you." Chuuya says, his face serious. And within a minute they are heading inside the building, leaving the corpses of their enemies behind them.