Chuuya stepped out of the bathroom to see Dazai standing with his arms crossed, staring at an individual sitting on his bed with a fluffy hat on his head. He waved at Chuuya and that was enough to send chills down his spine. His expression unnerved Chuuya in a way that Dazai's sometimes did. It was as if he was staring at a drastically different version of Dazai.
"I've come to collect my prize," the stranger spoke. "Mori has given me permission to take Dazai, if you don't mind, not that you have a choice in the matter."
"Who are you?" Chuuya frowned.
"Me? He hasn't told you about me?" he laughed slightly, pointing to himself. All semblance of a smile leaving his face. "My name is Fyodor."
"I'm not-" Dazai began to speak but Fyodor stood up and walked over to him. He undid the bandages around Dazai's neck to reveal a deep scar left behind by a tight collar. Fyodor held his hands around Dazai's throat.
"You're mine and always will be."
It was then that Chuuya realized Fyodor was not an ex-lover. He was something of a burden to Dazai. In the same way that Chuuya didn't want to remember his time chained to the wall...Dazai didn't want to remember what time he'd spent with Fyodor.
"I won't let you take him," Chuuya stepped in between Fyodor and Dazai, glaring at the man with the fluffy hat.
"Oh?" Fyodor chuckled. He pulled out a golden revolver identical to the one that Dazai had in every way except that it said - 'Crime - Dazai'. "Tell me, do you think you can guess correctly?" Fyodor pressed the gun directly against Chuuya's forehead. "Is there a bullet loaded or not?"
"I'm not going to guess."
"Are you scared you'll guess wrong?"
"Dazai doesn't want to kill you."
"Hm?" Fyodor tilted his head slightly. "What does that have to do with anything?"
"If I guess wrong, and you kill me, then Dazai is going to kill you. He doesn't want to."
"How are you so certain?" Fyodor looked over Chuuya's head to see Dazai's very visibly angry expression. His teeth clenched and his hands curled up into fists so tight that his palms were bleeding from his nails. "Oh, I see." Fyodor smiled. "But my goal isn't to kill you, it's to take Dazai back and if he doesn't want to kill me that makes this a bit easier," Fyodor continued to hold the gun up against Chuuya's head. He stared past the ginger and looked at Dazai. "If you don't want me to torture him, I suggest you follow along."
"I think you are the one here that doesn't understand," Chuuya used one hand to push the gun away from his head and the second hand to grab Fyodor's wrist and spin him around to press him up against the wall. He moved Fyodor's arm further up his back to threaten dislocation. "Dazai is not going with you and I am not someone you can easily toss around." Chuuya kicked the back of Fyodor's knee to force his leg down. He placed his hand on the center of Fyodor's neck and forced his entire head back to stare at him. "So fuck off."
Fyodor chuckled. "He is coming with me whether you like it or not."
Dazai placed his hand on Chuuya's shoulder and pushed him back. Fyodor stood up and placed his hand on Dazai's chin, squeezing his face. "He is my well-trained dog and even if he wasn't, it's his job to do as he is told. Mori told him to be mine and that's the end of it." Fyodor pulled out the slip of paper with Mori's seal of approval.
Chuuya watched as Dazai turned around and followed Fyodor out. "Wait," Chuuya muttered, he scrambled to find the silver gun and placed it in Dazai's hands. "If you're leaving I won't be needing this anymore, will I?" Dazai's expression was stoic and unmoving. He took the gun and continued walking. The door closed behind him. Chuuya stared at the door, half expecting Dazai to come back, but his faith in the man was dwindling.
"I thought we weren't going to leave each other..." Chuuya muttered. He sat down on the bed and held his face. "Now I just sound like an idiot for being left here after the speech I tried to pull."
