Drunk Teen Actions

10

Osamu fidgeted as he stared at the book. Ranpo had given it to him earlier, wrangling a promise from him to return it to Poe after Chuuya was freed. He rubbed his finger red as he twisted and twisted the wedding ring that he'd gotten not long ago. He hadn't bothered much with getting undressed after the celebratory dinner. Ranpo had assured him in his strange way that his spouse would be fine - it really shouldn't have surprised him that the detective knew - and now all he had to do was wait for Chuuya to solve the murders and be released from the book.

"Dazai!" Ranpo called, coming to a sliding stop in front of him, holding out a book.

"Can I help you, Ranpo?" Osamu asked, eyeing the book and hoping he wasn't too obvious with how much he wanted to snatch it. Then again, this was Ranpo he was talking to so it was likely he knew anyway.

"Your husband is in here. He's fine and shouldn't be more than a day more at most at his rate. I thought you'd want it. I would have kept it with Poe but Poe had mentioned that since it is who it is, I should give it to you to keep an eye on."

Osamu reached forward for the book but Ranpo pulled it away.

"You have to promise to give back the book once he's out," Ranpo demanded.

"I promise."

A smile grew on the detective's face as he handed the book over. He started to walk away when Osamu stopped him.

"I didn't realize you and that writer had gotten so close."

"We both are secretive people, Nakahara. Especially when it comes to people we love."

"Fair enough," Osamu said. "I take it since you understand you won't say anything?"

"My lips are sealed. Besides, watching Kunikida squirm trying to puzzle it together is rather entertaining. Why spoil the ending when I can just enjoy the show?"

"Well then, I wish you and your writer luck."

"And I, you and your executive."

They had come to an understanding and Osamu slipped away from the party with the book, making the long trip to where Chuuya lived.

And that brought us to this point in time. There still wasn't any sign of Chuuya returning and Osamu's eyes had only strayed from the book long enough to brew himself some coffee to stay awake. All sorts of scenarios ran wild in his mind.

He knew how Chuuya worked. Chuuya had always been the muscle in the fight. Osamu had always been the one to puzzle things out, create the plans, all that sort of stuff. Sure, Chuuya had four years of experience since they were truly and completely working together and had to learn how to do those things himself but none of that put Osamu's mind at ease. He tapped his foot, continuing the twisting of the ring around his finger. He wanted to be in there with Chuuya, make sure he was safe. But he also knew better than to doubt Ranpo. If Ranpo thought Chuuya would be out soon, he would be.

Of course he had faith in Chuuya's abilities too, but nothing could keep him from the worry making instead known in stomach turning nausea.

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Time seemed to go at a snail's pace. The only sound in the room was Osamu's tapping foot and the soft rain that had come with the night. The seconds crawled on for what felt like a century, still no sign of the redheaded mafia executive.

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His thoughts seemed to be the loudest things in the room at that moment. Each scenario getting worse as they played at the back of his mind. He couldn't stand the sound of his tapping foot and shot up from the couch. He paced the room, eyes never leaving the coffee table he had placed the book on. His coffee cup had since been emptied and he was suddenly pondering whether or not he should risk walking from the room in search of some alcohol that wasn't one of the beloved wines of the very spouse he was anxious over.

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The clock struck 1 AM and there was still nothing to see of Chuuya. Osamu was pondering sleeping the time away. He shook the thought from his head after a while. Even if it could help, fat chance he could actually fall asleep, or even if he did, didn't have a nightmare over one of the million scenarios running through his head. Chuuya would be mad at him when he returned for neglecting himself in his absence but Osamu would cross that bridge when it came to it. He'd happily take the scolding because it meant Chuuya was there with him.

This was worse than the four years away. At least then he was able to check up on Chuuya to make sure he was okay. He had checked back then. Many times. Anxiety after Oda's death leading him to track down Chuuya multiple times and make sure he was still alive and kicking. Always from a distance. But now he had the privilege of recieving affection from Chuuya which made it even worse. When he had left four years ago, it had been a while since Chuuya had even been somewhat affectionate to him. While now, just last night he had laid in Osamu's arms, nuzzling his neck and sharing quiet jokes while they waited for sleep to take them.

There was a sudden light.

Chuuya crashed onto the floor, breathing heavily, rage clear on his face. Osamu couldn't have gotten to his side faster. Chuuya's eyes met his and the rage melted into confusion.

"Osamu? What-"

"Ranpo gave me the book," Osamu gave a hurried explanation, checking Chuuya over for injuries frantically. Chuuya grabbed his fumbling hand, eyes widening at the reddened skin of his ring finger and the more disheveled than normal appearance.

"Osamu, did I worry you?"

Chuuya cupped his face with his other hand and Osamu breathed a sigh of relief at the familiar touch.

"Do you really need to ask?"

Osamu's hand covered the hand that was on his cheek, rubbing his thumb over the skin. He didn't try to avoid Chuuya's eyes. Instead, he kept eye contact with Chuuya. The redhead gave him a small smile, warmth in his expression. He eyed the clock.

"It's 1:42. Have you been running yourself ragged all this time?"

Osamu clammed up. He didn't really want to admit to it. But, he did owe Chuuya honesty. His shoulders fell in resignation.

"I have."

Chuuya shook his head disapprovingly.

"I'm not leaving anytime soon, Osamu. There's no need to worry."

Osamu huffed a laugh.

"I can't worry for the one I love? I'm afraid that's not something I can stop doing."

Chuuya smiled. Not a word was said between them as Chuuya got up and pulled Osamu to his feet, leading him to the bedroom and handing him pajamas.

"It's been a rough night for us both," Chuuya said. He still held Osamu's hand and seemed to be contemplating something.

He came to a conclusion, if his expression was something to go by, and pulled Osamu closer. Osamu followed his lead, bending down when Chuuya cupped a hand behind his neck. He got the picture but he'd let Chuuya lead.

Chuuya's lips met his for the first time since the night they had been married. Osamu was never more sure than now over his decision that night, especially if he could have this after rough days.