Soukoku~(oneshots)

[Trip to the Past]

        ~Chuuya, Dazai, Fifteen Years Old~

     "You really shouldn't be drinking so much, you know that right, Chuuya?"

Dazai cooed at the orange haired boy.
     "Maybe that's why you are at a stunt in your growth-"

     Before Dazai could finish speaking, Chuuya had already thrown the rest of the liquor at the taller boy.  The cold drink soaked into Dazais long tan overcoat as he signed.

     "I'm still growing, d-damit..."
     Unfortunately for Chuuya, 5 drinks was his max.  Slumping down over the bar table, his dark hat slid over his face.  Eyes from everyone else in the bar made their way over to the two teenagers.  Sighing, Dazai realized that he can't just leave the drunken boy there.

     The dim light in the bar made it difficult to see, which is probably why Chuuya was granted the ability to drink.  Without saying a word, the other boy with bandaged arms lifted Chuuya out of his seat.  Surprisingly, he was light.  At least to Dazai he was.

     The team known as "Double-Black", consisting of Dazai and Chuuya, was a team known well to the Port Mafia.  To outsiders, the relationship between the two just seemed outlandish.

     Grunting, Dazai threw the boy over his shoulder and made his way out of the bar.

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Time skip
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     "Good morning sunshine!"
Dazai teased Chuuya. 

     Groaning, Chuuya realized what kind of situation they were in.

     "Sorry to wake you from your sleep princess, but we do have a job to do!"

     Dazai grabbed his phone from his back pocket and shoved it into Chuuyas face.  Calls from the boss filled the phone to the brim.

     The young boy felt nauseous after having so many drinks, and he wasn't even sure where he was right now.  It was dark all around, and all he could see is Dazais stupid face, looking at him tauntingly.

     "Dazai you prick- where the hell are we?!"
But before he could finish, gunshots rang out.

     Chuuya swore under his breath clumsily before stumbling up quickly so he was now on his feet.

     Now seeing clearly, the orange haired boy looked around.  The suicidal maniac must have taken them to the place of the job before Chuuya even had the chance to agree.

     Looking around, neither of the boys could see the attacker.  That put them both on edge as they looked for where the gunshots were coming from.  There were walls on all but one side of them, which would prove to hard to escape from is cornered.

     "The boss sent us here.  Apparently, there are bombers looking to attack one of the Port Mafias smaller headquarter buildings,"
Dazai paused so he could listen to his surroundings.

     "-and I guess they just found out that we are the ones sent to stop them."

     Dazai spoke with the wits of someone who had seen everything, even though he was only fifteen.  Chuuya never really understood the crazed man, but he knew that his eyes were like daggers that have seen countless of deaths.  Some, caused by his own bloodied hands.