Synopsis:
Chuuya woke up to find himself alone in the woods, battered and bruised from his previous fight with Lovecraft. It seems Dazai didn't take him to the base after all.
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His eyes fluttered open, greeting the sight of the moon fading into the clouds. The smell of battles and blood lingering through his senses and he took his time to register the situation he's in. It took a minute but he finally understood one thing. His chest pounded heavily upon the realization, knowing that he's being used yet again.
The bastard left him.
His body is weakened considerably and his breathing ragged after his first corruption spree in four years. He felt shivers down his spine as the cold air brushed his exposed skin through the gaping hole of his shirt, severely ripped off during the fight with Lovecraft. He hurriedly grabbed his coat folded neatly beside him. Wrapping himself in the warmth, he felt empty.
There's no one here. Well, aside from the mountain of corpses belong to the Guild members. But there's no sign of the man anywhere.
"You bastard." His lip trembled as he muttered. His eyes dull with disappointment. He should've known that he will never have any values aside from being a strong ally to him. He should've known that he's just a dispensable tool for his sick plans. He should've known. And yet, he trusted his life to him and ended up alone in the woods. Surrounded in a large crater he made, filled with scattered corpses and rubbles.
He runs his finger through his hair, chuckling as he takes in everything. He wants to cry but he holds it in. He wanted to scream but his throat dried. He wants to rage but he's exhausted. He's tired. He's tired of it.
He took a few minutes before he slowly stood up, grabbing his coat and his hat along the way. Q is there, unconscious but alive. Their knees and arms are scrapped probably due to being thrown upon when the monster plunges Chuuya to the ground while Q was in his grasp.
He looked at the little one. Too peaceful for a child who just infected the city with chaos. He does want to carry them to the base but...he can't, not when his own body is battered and bruised. He's too exhausted and spent. He's barely keeping himself together, trying to be alert in case enemy reinforcements come and kill them both.
There were none, much to his delight.
Chuuya nudged Q while slowly whispering, "Kyusaku, wake up." It took a few calls but they did wake up. They started screaming, still closing their eyes as fearful cries echoed through the woods. "No, stop it! Stop it. I don't want this to happen. I don't want this ability. It hurts."
"Kyusaku..." Chuuya muttered softly. "No no no let me go. Let me go!" They cupped both ears with their hands, screaming, cowering and scared. Chuuya can't blame them. Their ability had been exploited and used far too many times, leaving traumatic memories along the way. Much like what he's been going through. But for this little one, it's use has been much harsher, knowing that their body is being pierced a lot to actually infect the whole city. Q is still young and it hurts his conscience seeing the little one suffer. Chuuya gently put a hand on their head.
The gentleness had Q slowly opened their eyes and saw the red head looking at them.
Q finally observed their surroundings. Seeing the familiar face, they started pulling Chuuya into a hug. Chuuya returned it. Wrapping his arms around the small body, careful enough not to hurt them due to shards embedded in Q's body "Chuuya." They start. "Chuuya, Chuuya...Chuuya."
"Yes, I'm here," Chuuya gently whispered. Letting Q's tense body relaxed under his touch.
"It hurts, Chuuya. It hurts. I don't want this."
