Dazai kicked the door down as his men stormed the area. Someone didn't pay their mafia dues and it was time to collect. He held the gun in his hand and scanned the room, kicking open the next door. An individual wearing nothing but the ropes around his body and his hands cuffed to the wall behind him lay on the ground. He was blindfolded and wearing a chastity guard with a ball gag in his mouth.
"What the hell?" Dazai grabbed the paperclip he always kept in his shoe and broke into the handcuffs. "Can you hear me?" he asked, taking off the blindfold to grab his chin and get a look at his eyes. "Your eyes are red, have you been drugged?" Realizing he couldn't answer with the gag still in his mouth, Dazai finally took it off.
"Sir, we got him," one of Dazai's subordinates walked in. "Sorry. I didn't realize you-"
"Quite the jokester, aren't you?" Dazai grinned a bit ominously. He stood up and took off his jacket, throwing it over the stranger. "Help him up and take him bac-" The orange-haired stranger grabbed Dazai's pant leg. His entire body shaking. "Grab the car, we got to take him to Boss," Dazai picked up the guy and threw him over his shoulder.
"You want to bother Boss?"
"He is the closest doctor and we can't take this guy to a hospital looking like this," Dazai explained a bit and rushed out the nearest door to the car.
...
"It's not often that you bring someone to me in the middle of the night but...have you discovered new kinks?" Mori teased as he walked into the room with Dazai.
"I suppose he is fine then?" Dazai ignored his words completely.
"Yes, he will be."
"What am I supposed to do with him?"
"Look after him, of course," Mori smiled eerily.
"What?"
"It took forty-five minutes before he would release you so that I could examine him. I doubt he will feel safe if you just throw him back to normal society. He showed signs of being quite..." Mori paused, "abused."
"Me safe-guarding a lost puppy isn't going to make it any less abused," Dazai frowned. "I already have one of those, thank you."
"Then, should I make this an order?"
"If you must," Dazai stood up and waved his hand flippantly. He walked into the room with the stranger and sat down on the bed next to him. He looked up at Dazai and opened his mouth but nothing escaped.
"What is your name?" Dazai asked.
"Chu...uya..." he spoke quietly.
"Well, Chuuya, I have been declared your designated caretaker." He held out his hand for Chuuya to grab. Chuuya took it and sat up. "Oh..." Dazai stared down at Chuuya's naked body as the sheets fell. "Of all of the things to leave on..." he muttered and took the paperclip out of his shoe once again. "I'm going to pick the lock, okay?" Chuuya nodded slightly as Dazai's hands moved to the chastity guard. He unlocked it and slid it off carefully, trying not to irritate Chuuya's crotch too much. His eyes widened slightly upon seeing scar tissue. "How long have you had to wear this?" Chuuya turned his head to stare at the wall, not answering. "I apologize that was...a sensitive question, I'm sure," Dazai stood up. "You don't have to answer. Let's get you back to my place and find some actual clothes for you."
Chuuya stood up. His legs wobbled and he fell forward. Dazai caught him. "Should I carry you?" Chuuya shook his head and continued wobbling forward. "You look like a fawn," Dazai shook his head and picked Chuuya up in his arms. Chuuya held the coat around him as best as he could to cover himself and avoided staring too closely at Dazai's face. The ginger opened his mouth to speak but then closed it.
"Do you have something you want to say?" Dazai asked. "You can whisper in my ear-"
Chuuya moved his face closer and kissed Dazai's cheek. "Tha...nks..."
...
"It's not safe for you to leave this room," Dazai stretched after finally getting Chuuya situated. He didn't look so bad after a good shower but Dazai could tell he was still mentally scrambled. "Not that you have to be my..." Dazai couldn't think of a better word so he let the sentence trail off. "But it would be better for you if they thought that you were," he scratched the back of his neck and smiled a bit awkwardly. "Otherwise this place won't be much better than the one you left. I'll need to give you a tattoo-- but we can talk about that la-"
Chuuya still wasn't wearing anything under the coat he'd gotten from Dazai. He allowed the jacket to fall and walked toward him, placing his hands on Dazai's shoulders. Each step back Dazai took, Chuuya took a step forward until the wall hit.
"You should rest," Dazai said.
"I-" Chuuya spoke quietly.
"Whatever you're about to say," Dazai began, taking Chuuya's hand in his own and removing it from his shoulder, "I'm certain you'll need a night of proper sleep before you do." Dazai walked toward his bed and, fully clothed, got under the covers. He rolled onto his side and closed his eyes. "I'm not a gentleman," Dazai apologized. "So I will be sleeping in my own bed but we can share."
Chuuya nodded and got onto the other side. He lifted the covers and crawled in. The awkwardness of being completely naked next to a fully clothed person got to him. He got up to grab the jacket and returned. Holding the collar to his face, Chuuya glanced to Dazai and closed his eyes, nuzzling up against the coat.
