Drunk Teen Actions

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Osamu Nakahara watched as Chuuya ignored his presence and left to the bathroom. His mind flashed back to that night. He hadn't been as drunk as Chuuya had been that night. Drunk? Yes. But blackout drunk? No. He remembered every detail of it as if it was yesterday. He may let Chuuya believe it was his own suggestion, that Osamu went along with it to keep him his "dog", but that couldn't be further from the truth. He couldn't think of what would possess his younger self to let Chuuya believe such a lie but what was done was done.

The events of that night started at a bar nearby their mission. They had finished it early and Chuuya had demanded they use that extra day to their advantage. Chuuya had gotten drunk fast and reaching the blackout stage was not far behind. Osamu had drunk far less, too paranoid to fully let himself lose his senses. Chuuya had looked at him with such sadness that Osamu asked what was wrong.

"You're going to leave me," Chuuya had said so bluntly that night.

"What makes you say that, Chibi?"

"One day you're not going to come back from those attempts," Chuuya said.

"That's the hope," Osamu said with a quirk of his mouth, bringing his glass to his lips again.

"I don't want you to leave. I want you to stay."

Osamu had been taken by surprise by the blunt, slightly slurred words of his partner.

"With words like that, I might think you're in love with me Chuuya~" Osamu had teased.

"I am," Chuuya said sadly, sipping away at his own drink. Both had lost count at this point at how many glasses this was. Osamu froze at Chuuya's words, examining Chuuya's expression for any sign of a lie. He was faced with Chuuya staring sadly at his drink as he swirled in around in it's cup, no trace of a lie, only a sad acceptance.

"If you're in love with me," Osamu's breath hitched as grey eyes snapped up to his. "There is one way to make sure I don't leave."

"Which is?"

"Marriage after all," Osamu teased, covering up the underlying hope of being able to keep Chuuya just as close as Chuuya wanted him to be.

Chuuya had grasped his hand with wide eyes.

"Would you?"

"Didn't I suggest it?"

"You're not joking?"

"I will, if that's what you want."

Chuuya kissed him for the first time that night, alcohol strong on his breath.

"Maybe wait till we're sober?" Osamu asked when Chuuya pulled away to breath, though Osamu wouldn't have minded death by that suffocation.

"You'll change your mind if we do," Chuuya said. Osamu nodded in agreement to the truth of that.

So they hadn't waited. Osamu had found where to get married within a few blocks from the bar, they grabbed two people to be witnesses, and they held the small ceremony. Osamu remembered demanding to take on the last name Nakahara and Chuuya had kissed him for the third time that night. It wasn't something he'd ever tire of, but he hadn't felt those lips since the five kisses in all of that night.

Now, he watched the man he had willingly bound himself to lie in bed with his back to him and fall asleep. Osamu frowned and closed up the bottle of wine and getting up to put it back. Then he got ready for bed, deciding to join Chuuya in going to bed early, throwing his clothes into the laundry. He lay beside Chuuya with a sad look, reaching forward to take one of Chuuya's hands.

"I'm sorry I left you even though I promised to stay, Chuuya," Osamu muttered, kissing each of Chuuya's exposed knuckles before releasing the hand and turning away. He, too, fell asleep.

The next morning, Chuuya was gone this time when Osamu awoke. The fact Chuuya had left him sleep and even leave the house with Osamu still inside surprised him. But even with Chuuya gone this time, Osamu still left a note.

'Thank you for the meal. I wonder if Chibi will have gotten shorter when I get home given the lack of dinner last night.'

Osamu dressed in his now clean outfit and left. He arrived at work later than usual.

"Dazai!" Kunikida yelled, the only warning of the incoming lecture on punctuality.

His mind drowned out Kunikida's words with thoughts. He and Chuuya clearly had ended on a bad note the night before, would he still be welcomed--or not kicked out, which was the general sign for Osamu that he was welcome or that Chuuya was too out of it to care--or would Chuuya kick him out? Could he prove to Chuuya it wasn't all part of some grand plan to manipulate him? Did he even want to? They were on opposite sides after all. Perhaps these late nights of domesticity were something that should be stopped for fear of their opposite affiliations becoming an issue. While Fukuzawa would never dream of using Chuuya for anything nefarious, he had already lost Oda to Mori's underhanded schemes. While he hated the thought that Chuuya hated him, he hated the thought of Chuuya dying far more. Leaving just once more would make Chuuya hate him forever but Mori couldn't use him in a scheme to manipulate Osamu.

But, the more Osamu thought of it, the worse of that plan came to light. While the connection between Chuuya and him could be dangerous, leaving Chuuya could end him dying possibly quicker. If he cut himself from Chuuya's life again, Corruption--something that Osamu can put an end to with one touch--could steal away his life as well. In fact, the fear that he could lose Chuuya to corruption nearly overpowered any other argument against staying. Because Osamu knew that if Chuuya died from corruption, it would be the same as if Osamu had killed the man who held together the shambles of his heart in his hands himself. How could he bear the thought of Chuuya dying, let alone the blood being on his hands.

"Dazai! Are you even listening to me?"

"Dazai, are you okay, you seem far more out of it than usual?" Atsushi asked, blocking Osamu's view of Kunikida as he looked worriedly at Osamu.

"I'm okay, Atsushi, why wouldn't I be?" Osamu said, but he twitched with the want to turn around and walk out that door, to find Chuuya and just make sure that corruption hadn't claimed him.