"You don't know me as well as you think you do," Fyodor chuckled, staring at Dazai's baffled face as he looked at the gun in his hands.
"You didn't want to kill me? Then what was this all for?"
"Closure," Fyodor shrugged, "I suppose." He gestured for the driver to pull over. "That gun belongs to you."
"No," Dazai gave it back. "I haven't used this gun in a long time."
"Then," Fyodor held up the one Dazai had kept.
"No," Dazai shoved his hands into his pockets and looked out the window. "I don't need anything of yours anymore."
"Ah," Fyodor closed his eyes and nodded, smiling a bit. "I see."
...
Chuuya gave up on trying to figure out where the stairs were. He went back to Dazai's room and closed the door. Chuuya walked over to the broken window and looked down at the crowd that had formed. That looked to be about ten. He stepped back, ran forward, and jumped out the window. He'd thrown someone out of this window but he knew the height alone wouldn't kill anyone. It was the way of impact that would cause the damage. Chuuya landed in the bushes and stood up, taking a stick out of his hair he walked toward the collection of ten.
"Did you...jump?"
"What the fuck does it look like I did?" Chuuya snapped, brushing the dirt off of his shoulder.
"Why?" he asked.
"You shouldn't ask a mafia member why they do anything," another guy whispered to him.
"Who owns this bike?" Chuuya shouted, pointing to the motorcycle in front of the building.
"I do, Sir," a quiet guy raised his hand.
"Give me your keys."
"Sir?"
"Do I need to repeat myself?"
"No, Sir," he handed them over.
"Get into a car and follow me," Chuuya started up the motorcycle and took off his hat to bite it. He shoved his arms through the jacket hanging over his shoulders and revved the bike before driving down the road. It was a two-lane one-way street so they had to have gone this way. Chuuya weaved through the cars but his hair tie got messed up and flew off, leaving his orange hair to get tangled in the wind.
...
"Is that-?" Dazai placed his hand against the glass to see a flash of orange as a motorcycle whizzed by. He stepped outside of the car to witness the most dramatic of turnarounds a motorcycle could do. Especially on a one-way street. Chuuya, the mad lad, was viciously honked at as he went in the wrong direction to get back to the car. He eventually gave up and just drove on the sidewalk, coming to a quick halt. Chuuya climbed onto the car and jumped over it before grabbing Dazai's shirt collar.
"Who said you could leave?" Chuuya snapped, his hat falling out of his mouth and Dazai grabbed it before it touched the ground. He placed it on Chuuya's head.
"Who said I was leaving?" Dazai stared at the cars that skidded to a halt and blocked the road.
"That's my cue to take my leave," Fyodor nodded in Dazai's general direction as the car drove off.
"Well don't just sit there!" Chuuya let go of Dazai to gesture to the car. "Chase that bitch!"
"Do you want us to catch him, Sir?"
"No, I want you to chase him," Chuuya crossed his arms. "I don't care if you catch him just make him drive around endlessly for a few hours. That should be fine." Dazai stared at Chuuya as he continued bickering with the imbecile.
"What?!" Chuuya turned his head as the cars drove off.
"Did Mori give you my job even though it's been less than twenty-four hours?" Dazai held his chin and stared at Chuuya blankly. "Why would he need you to come get me if that was the case?"
"You fucking idiot!" Chuuya slapped Dazai. The red imprint of a hand rested on Dazai's cheek. He rubbed his face, staring at Chuuya, confused. "I came here to get you! No one authorized you to leave me alone! You said we were going to stay together!" Chuuya gritted his teeth and grabbed his hat to hide his face with the rim.
"I was going-"
"I don't care what you were going to do! You fucking left me!"
Dazai raised his arms awkwardly, unsure of how to comfort Chuuya. His arms just floated there as he tried to process where he should touch or shouldn't touch or if he should touch Chuuya at all.
"Hold this," Chuuya shoved the hat into Dazai's chest and got back on the motorcycle. "Get on," he stated. Dazai sat on the seat behind Chuuya and nearly fell off as the bike jerked forward. His arm looped around Chuuya's torso and clung to him. It was the perfect excuse since he didn't know what to do earlier. The two drove around the city for a while until Chuuya finally recognized how to get back to the starting point.
"Chuuya?" Dazai held the hat in his hands. He outstretched his arm to give it to Chuuya. Chuuya snatched it but didn't reply. "Chuuya!" Dazai grabbed his arm and dragged him into the small alleyway between the two buildings. He pushed him up against the wall and stared at him intently.
"What?"
"Why did you do all of this to try and get me? That was dangerous."
"Then I guess you're not the only one with a death wish, huh," he stared up at Dazai.
Dazai grabbed his shoulders and kissed him, moving his leg in between Chuuya's. "Nnggh," Chuuya protested, trying to shove Dazai away but he missed him too much. He'd been scared he would never see him again. Even with Dazai gone every day, Chuuya trusted him not to get killed. But this was different. He felt as if he was going to be abandoned so the sudden affection filled him with warmth.
"Chuuya..." Dazai muttered, kissing his neck.
Chuuya tried to shove his face away. "We're in a public space."
"Yes we are, doesn't that excite you?" Dazai snickered.
"What the fu-" Chuuya's face flushed. He was going to protest but the fact of the matter was: it did excite him to some extent. "Oh shit," Chuuya grabbed onto Dazai's shoulders.
"Hm?"
"Dazai..." Chuuya glanced down. He leaned forward so Dazai's leg was fully up against his crotch. "I'm...hard?" he posed it as a question, unsure of if his brain was playing tricks on him or if his dick was actually working for the first time in such a long time.
"Oh?" Dazai stared at Chuuya intently. "What do you want to do about that?"
"We're...in public...we can't-" Chuuya glanced around to make sure they were still alone.
"Hm," Dazai knelt down and stared up at Chuuya. "Did you ever think that it's because we are in public you got hard?" he smirked.
"Wha-" Chuuya pushed Dazai's face away. "I don't want to do this here."
"Alright," Dazai stood up and picked Chuuya up to throw him over his shoulder.
"What are you-"
"Do you want to try and walk with a boner? It's rather difficult and you're out of practice."
"You don't have to carry me like this."
"Would you prefer to be carried like a princess?"
"No, but..."
"Then deal with it, Chuuya."
