"I left you for a reason."[Soukoku]

Part 7

Chuuya's POV

I stared at Dazai waiting for an answer, my hand still gripping his collar. "Because you're in danger Chuuya." Dazai said. Oh. That's why. My other hand grabbed Dazai's collar. "You piece of shit. I'm not in danger! And if I was, I could handle it on my own!" I yelled out slamming Dazai on wall. He winced a bit, he reached for my hand but I slammed him against the wall again. "Chuuya, you don't understand. The man you dated for almost a year is not who you think he is." Fyodor? But I've known him for three years and dated him for one. "Dazai, I don't give a flying shit about the stuff you have a Fyodor but he would NEVER do anything to hurt me. Unlike someone." I mumbled the last part, but I'm sure Dazai caught on. "I'm not so sure about that Chu. Dostoevsky is wanted all over the world. He's committed genocide in Russia. He's tried committing genocide again in Europe. And that's only one of the things he's done." My eyes widened. What..? Fyodor.. No.. There's no way. My hands slowly retreated, I don't want to believe it. I stayed quiet. I slowly looked up at Dazai's face, and he was not lying. I only see that face when he's telling the truth. "Fuck." That's all I said. It came out in a whisper. "I get that this is shocking, but as long as you're with the agency we'll keep you safe-" He tried reaching out to me but I slapped his hand away. "..Why'd you kiss me then..?" I mumbled, I didn't want to know the answer. So instead of waiting for his response, I walked out grabbing one of the boxes and placing the books on the floor in it. "Chuuya, listen to me." I obviously didn't, grabbing another box and putting the last of the books in the box. "Chuuya!" Dazai yelled out, he grabbed my arm and pressed his lips against mine again. I did the right thing this time and pushed him away. "Don't! Osamu, tell me why!" I yelled out, Dazai only grabbed my arms tightly. "It's because I still love you Chuuya!"
"If you did, you wouldn't have left." I snarled smacking his hands off of me and I carried the two boxes of books down the stairs. "Chuuya! I left because I had to!"  That made me stop halfway down the stairs. I turned to him with anger written all over my face. "What?" I growled. He stopped behind me his fists clenching by his side. "I didn't want to leave you. But I had to. Chuuya, believe me I love you so much." My eyes widened once more, I looked back at him then towards the stairs I have yet to go down. I didn't say anything and I guess Dazai took that opportunity to explain. "That day, Mori, he said-"
"Uncle Chuuya! Uncle Dazai! What are you guys doing in the middle of the stairs? Mothers been asking for you guys."Kyouka cut Dazai off, I nodded and walked down the stairs. "Kouyou I'm going to go. I don't need the food. Dazai, you can tell me your little sob story some other time." I said walking towards the door which Kyouka opened for me. I heard Dazai run after me but I slammed the door close right after me with my foot. I sighed heavily and placed the boxes down to pull out my keys. I did, and opened the trunk of my car. I grabbed the two boxes and placed them in the trunk. I got in my car, turned it on, and pulled out the drive way going home. I sighed heavily, "Today's been a crazy day." I just drove home paying no mind to what the hell happened today. I parked in the garage of my apartment complex and opened my trunk to grab the things I got from today. "I'll probably have to take two trips." I mumbled, I grabbed the boxes first and was about to close my trunk until someone behind me grabbed my hand. "Chuuya. I knew I'd run into you here. You caused a big scene at the restaurant earlier." Fyodor. I looked back at him, a bead of sweat coming down my forehead. "Fyodor. What are you doing here, I thought I told you we were over." I said, retrieving my hand back from Fyodors grip. He just smiled and looked at the wine and bags I had to carry. "Oh, seems like you need some help. I'll help that way we can talk sooner and you don't have to come down here again." Fyodor muttered, the smile never leaving his face. I couldn't do anything to be honest, plus if he were to try something I'll beat the shit out of him. "Fine. But only this once I'll let you explain yourself." I said slamming my trunk close and walked towards the elevator. Fyodor let me walk in first as usual, then walked in after me pressing the 5th floor. Then there's was just silence. "You look lovely by the way." He whispered, I looked myself up and down then back at Fyodor. "I look like absolute garbage Dostoevsky." I sighed to which he just chuckled. "Well, to me you're gorgeous no matter what." He bent down to whisper that into my ear. I playfully rolled my eyes, nudging him away from me. The elevator dinged, and the doors opened. I walked out first, Fyodor following right after me. We silently walked towards my apartment having Fyodor fish through my satchel to grab my keys. "Oh? What's this? Your latest book?" Oh shit. "Don't touch that! It's uh, a book I've been working on for Hirotsu." I yelled out making Fyodor stop midway holding the book. He rose an eyebrow looking at the book then back at me. "Hirotsu wanted a book called 'property of Chuuya Nakahara 2014 -2015?'" Shit. He's right. "Darling, if you have diary of your high school years then why can't I read it?" He snickered, my face slightly heated up at the nickname. "First off, I'm not your darling. Secondly, I don't want you going through my personal things." He apologized, putting the book back in my satchel and grabbed my keys. He grabbed the door knob and the door opened..? "Chuuya, did you lock your door when you left this morning?" Fyodor whispered, making me nod. He stood in front of me slowly opening the door all the way. He lightly placed the bags and box down next to the door, taking his shoes off to be respectful. I placed the boxes down also at the entrance taking my shoes off. Fyodor reached for the light to turn it on as we entered the living room. His arm stood in front of me, not sure why. I smacked it away to which he gave me a look of confusion. "I can protect myself." I whispered making him roll his eyes and turning the light on. There was a man, sitting in one of my arm chairs. "Who are you?" Fyodor said, slightly surprising me at the bluntness. The man stood up and I immediately lowered my guard filling in excitement.

Sorry for the cliffhanger. I'll probably add a bit of my own ocs into this story so look out for that. This took forever to write because of school and my part-time job. You know how hard it is to be a freshmen in high school and having to deal with bitchy customers right after? It fucking sucks.