Tempus Fugit

I know you

I know it's hard to believe when I say
that I started loving you from the very first day
and if only I could have told you sooner
That you too deserve a future.

Chuuya stared at future Dazai (who again for the sake of simplicity we'll call him Osamu) completely flabbergasted, Osamu looked...he looked good. Dazai had always been good looking (that's why he always got laid, that, and he was good at morphing his personality to what the woman in front of him wanted).

But either way, somehow the older he got the prettier he got and the fact that Chuuya felt utterly flustered was even worse, what the hell kind of reaction was this?

Dazai on the other hand understood something at that moment, he had left the Mafia and joined the Agency, he didn't know the reason and he had a feeling that his older self would want to keep him and Chuuya from witnessing too much of the future. If either of them knew too much then they'd be able to change it and meddling with the future was something only dead men did.

"Chuuya~ I haven't seen you look this cute in so long! Look at you! You wittle cutie" Osamu cooed as he reached out and pinched Chuuya's cheeks, Chuuya's face flushed as he desperately tried to push the older male away from him.

"what- no- I'm not cute- shh - stop pinching me! You old man!" Osamu simply chuckled and then tackled the little ginger to the ground, pulling him into a tight hug.

Dazai looked from his older self, mildly surprised at how affectionate he was to Chuuya and then turned his attention towards Nakahara, who was standing with his arms crossed looking at the scene with the fondest of smiles and complete unsurprised, meaning affection like this was normal...Something clicked in Dazai's brain, he couldn't be sure what their relationship was now, but it was not hatred, still that that look that Nakahara was giving was the furthest thing from friendship too.

Dazai wondered what that look was, no one had given him that look before, like he meant something.

Nakahara then turned to look at him and smiled, Dazai's heart did a loop in his chest and he wanted to look away but he forced himself to maintain eye contact with the older male. The ginger went up to him and began to pat his head again, okay, maybe Chuuya was right, he did feel like he was melting. He had been so absorbed in the feeling of Nakahara's gentle hands raking through his hair, that he hadn't realized the ginger moved closer to him. "I think you're really cute too okay? So don't worry." He whispered with a bold smile.

Dazai felt a shiver run through his spine, though it presented itself more as if he had stiffened and then he looked up and saw Chuuya's face up close.

Dazai felt like he couldn't breathe.

"hEHH?!?! Chuuya~ you're supposed to be giving me attention!" Osamu whined while cradling the younger Chuuya in his arms, Dazai wondered what he meant by that, why was he entitled to Nakahara's attention?

"Yeah well, you're the one who said your younger self is touched starved or was that a lie you told me?" Nakahara spoke, pulling his hand away from Dazai's head to place them on his hips, with raised eyebrows.

Osamu looked like he'd been shot, as if that was the most offensive thing Nakahara could say, "Chuuya I do not tell lies!"

He stood up and put the very red-faced Chuuya onto the floor with a grin, then looked at his younger self "Hey, mini-me." He grinned, Dazai blinked at him and then nodded, muttering a small 'hello', "Ah~ don't seem so tense, relax a little, kay? Let that wizzy brain of yours rest. I can do the thinking for you," Dazai nodded, those words seemed to affect him greatly, of course, they did, his older self would know better than anyone else what to say to calm him down. After all, he had already lived through everything.