Drunk Teen Actions

5

"What do you mean?" Chuuya asked.

"I'm not fine without you. At first, I was scared Mori would take you away like he did Odasaku, but the more I thought about it, so much worse could happen." Chuuya thought this might be the most Osamu has ever opened up to him.

"What's the worst?"

"Losing you to corruption," Osamu said, eyes closed and voice soft.

"I'm in the mafia, I could die at anytime. What's different about dying by Corruption?"

"Because I know I could've been able to stop it if I'd only stayed with you. I have a lot of blood on my hands, Chuuya, I don't want you to be one of them. I didn't say "I do" at 18 because of anything I told you. I didn't want to lose you as much as you didn't want to lose me. That's why I asked you to marry me that night."

"You...what?" So many questions arose in Chuuya's mind, everything he had been told about that night had been flopped on its head.

"It was my idea," Osamu admitted, opening his eyes to meet Chuuya's finally. Chuuya only found truth in his eyes.

"Why?"

"I said it earlier, didn't I? I didn't want to lose you as much as you didn't want to lose me. And what a crapshoot job I did at both, huh?"

"Understatement of the century," Chuuya joked weakly. Osamu let out a quiet laugh.

"I suppose it is."

Silence reigned over the room and Osamu moved away.

"I'll leave now. I said what I needed and you made it clear you don't want me here," Osamu said. Chuuya was quick enough to come to his senses and grasp Osamu's shoulder, yanking him back.

"Don't."

"Is this a threat or a "don't leave" because I'm not entirely in a place to safely assume," Osamu said, gesturing to the rough grip Chuuya had on him.

"Don't leave, you idiot. Goddamn it, you make this harder than it needs to be. I don't want you to leave, I never wanted you to leave."

Chuuya refused to meet Osamu's questioning gaze.

"You want me to stay?"

"Isn't that what I just said? I haven't filed for divorce yet and I'm perfectly sober," Chuuya said.

"I mean I haven't exactly been around for you to make sign-"

"Do you ever shut up, Osamu?"

"Sometimes."

"You are going to make me regret letting you stay."

The joking demeanor Osamu had softened into affection as the grip on his shoulder fell away. He reached up and tucked a stray curl behind Chuuya's ear.

"And I'll never regret sticking with you, even if you regret letting me."

Chuuya reached forward and tugged Osamu to him, wrapping his arms around Osamu's waist and burying his face into Osamu's bandaged collarbone. Osamu responded in kind, wrapping his arms around the shoulders of Chuuya and resting his head on Chuuya's, inhaling the scent of Chuuya's coconut conditioner.

"How about we call it a night?" Osamu muttered after about five minutes of their silent embrace. Chuuya nodded against him and pulled away. As the redhead started to walk away to the bedroom, Osamu took his hand and caught up with the smaller male. Chuuya stifled the small smile that tugged on his lips and focused on the intended destination of his pajamas and sleep.

"We have to talk more tomorrow, just to see where we are with this," Chuuya said as he climbed into bed after changing.

"As you wish, dear Chibi," Osamu said, climbing in beside Chuuya. Chuuya glared half heartedly but any little heat it held didn't hold up as Osamu pulled him close again.

"And we are definitely talking about how it was your idea, bastard," Chuuya said, muffled by the fabric of Osamu's sleep shirt.

Osamu nodded with a slight grin.

They fell asleep rather quickly in the peaceful warmth of the embrace, somehow far more intimate feeling than the night Chuuya had been recovering from corruption despite the positions being similar.

•••

Chuuya was awoken by Osamu's phone ringing loudly and incessantly. He attempted to ignore it and go back to sleep but the minute the ringing stopped it would start back up again.

"Osamu," he said, trying to wake the man beside him, but for once Osamu was sleeping like a log. He tried declining the call next, but it started ringing again a second later. Chuuya groaned and cleared his throat. He hated doing what he was about to do with a burning passion but on the off chance it was a coworker, and it probably was, Chuuya shouldn't answer the phone with his normal voice. The next part of what he dreaded is the fact that he couldn't answer as Chuuya for that matter without questions as well as he'd need an explanation for why he had Osamu's phone anyway.

"You're lucky I love you," Chuuya hissed under his breath.

He hit accept call and put the phone to his ear.

"DAZAI-" a man's voice rang through and Chuuya had to pull the phone away from his ear with a wince.

"This is Dazai Osamu's spouse, how may I help you?" Chuuya said, his voice taking the role of the female he use those rare times a mission called for crossdressing. You could hear a pin drop in the following silence. Then there was the sound of shuffling about.

"I wasn't aware Dazai was married," the man said, suspicion heavy in his voice.

"Civilian protection, I'm sure you're aware of his past?" Chuuya lied.

"Ah, indeed I am. Pardon my manners, I am Kunikida, Dazai's work partner." The suspicion was still there, but less so.

"I'll handle it, Kunikida. Dazai had informed me of this when he started working here," another man's smooth voice was heard, Chuuya recognized it as Fukuzawa. Shuffling was heard again as the phone was passed to Fukuzawa.

"Good morning," Fukuzawa greeted. "Dazai has already informed me of everything regarding you in case it could have become an issue going forward."

"Good to know that bastard had half a mind to make sure of that," Chuuya said, dropping the feminine tone. He was met with hum of amusement.

"It's good to see you two have sorted out your issues then."

"For the most part."

"Well, after the situation with the Guild, there has been a lull in the work. I'll give him today off."

Chuuya was a bit shocked at the easy response. Sure, Fukuzawa had been aware of their situation but it's another thing to let one of your subordinates be left with an unsteady ally/enemy.

"Why?"

"He was too distracted yesterday, far more than usual."

"I see, thank you."

"Make good use of it."

"I will. Goodbye."

Chuuya hung up and looked over to Osamu, who was now peering up at him with a grin.