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

Part 8

  3rd POV

"Ikuto!" Chuuya yelled out with a big smile on his face. Ikuto then chuckled and walked over to the two. "Sorry to have dropped in unexpectedly, but I had just gotten back so I wanted to visit my best friend." Ikuto smiled showing the keys to the ginger. "Wow. It's been three years since I've seen you. How was Columbia?" Chuuya asked ignoring the taller who was more than confused now. "Well, I had to move city from city to hunt this human trafficking group." Ikuto sighed, he earned a groan from Chuuya. "What?" The older asked walking towards Chuuya. I guess he hadn't realized Fyodor was there so he looked at Fyodor then at Chuuya then back at Fyodor. "Hm? Who's this?" Ikuto asked eyeing the one before him. You can clearly see Fyodor was sweating to the core.

"What's his name?" Ikuto looked over at Chuuya who rose an eyebrow then turned to the Russian next to him. "Um, that's none of your concern. We have matters to attend to but I'm glad your back Ikuto. You know, it's quite funny how both you and your brother came back in my life today. I'm not complaining about you but I am complaining about your brother." Chuuya sighed, rubbing his temples. "Osamu??? He actually-?? Wait." Ikuto stopped mid-sentence and looked over at Fyodor who looked confused then leaned down whispering into Chuuya's ear. "Did he make any move on you?" Ikuto whispered making Chuuya scoff. "I'll catch up with you some other day. I have to deal with this rat here." Chuuya pointed to Fyodor who chuckled at the familiar nickname. "I see, well I'll text you when my next free day is. And I'll talk to Osamu."
"You, Osamu, and Aki all turned to be detectives. I guess Osamu's just following you and Akis footsteps." Chuuya muttered out catching Ikuto's attention. "Aki, huh. Haven't talked to her in a while. Guess I've got a lot of research to be done. See ya, Chuuya." And Ikuto closed the door. Chuuya sighed finally remembering about Fyodor. "So, Want to explain while I drink my wine?" Chuuya said walking over to the bottles of Petrus, grabbing one. He popped the cork and poured himself a glass, sitting at the kitchen island. All eyes on Dostoevsky.

"I, I love you Chuuya. Nothing can change that. Not even Gogol. Give me a second chance, please. I'd do anything to have you by my side again. I made a simple mistake and I-" Chuuya slammed his glass of wine on the counter, some of the wine spilling in the process. "A simple mistake? A simple mistake of easily driving me away from my house while you fuck your best friend on my bed? Does that sound like a simple mistake Dostoevsky?" Chuuya said in between gritted teeth. "I don't like how you're using my last name Chuuya-" Fyodor was cut off as Chuuya threw the glass of wine at him. The grasp on the glass tightening. "Nakahara. You'll address me as Nakahara. Get out of my apartment Dostoevsky." Chuuya glared at the one draped in red wine. "Chuuya, listen to me. That fling meant nothing to me alright? It's just you were busy with your books and I-I just couldn't handle it-" Fyodor was once more cut off by Chuuya aggressively standing from the stool next to the kitchen counter. "There a lot of thing we couldn't handle Dostoevsky, the thing I cannot handle right at the moment is you. A lot of shit happened today and I don't want your whining to disrupt me." Chuuya said staring at the floor waiting for a response from the taller.

"You're making a mistake Chuuya. Are you really gonna let three years of knowing each other go down the drain that easily? Did you even love me..?" Fyodor already began his little tactic making Chuuya immediately glare at him. "Oh, of course. You loved me but not to the extent of this Dazai Osamu correct?" Fyodor said darkly holding up one of Chuuya's book that was titled,

                   'Property of Chuuya
                       2017 - 2018'
Chuuya's eyes widened at the mention of the brunette and of the book Fyodor was holding. "You went through my stuff?!" Chuuya yelled out reaching for the book in the Russians hand but obviously couldn't reach. "Chuuya, in your last entry it seems this Dazai Osamu completely broke you and it's way worse than what I have done to you. But four years later, you forgive him so easily, yet you can't forgive me for having a fling with Gogol." Fyodors gaze was so cold, it sent shivers down the gingers spine. "Who said I forgave him, and who gave you the right to snoop into my past like that." Chuuya growled snatching the book from the taller. "You let him kiss you, hell you even kissed back. You fell for his trap, and surely he already told you about me right..?" Fyodor spoke, making the ginger freeze. He turned to the Russian who had a smirk on his face. "Get out of my apartment Fyodor, if you don't I'll call the cops or Ikuto and tell him you're Fyodor Dostoevsky, the one who was second command in the human trafficking system." Now, it was Fyodors turn to freeze up. He then began to chuckle walking over to the ginger who stepped back. "Oh darling, I've taught you well haven't I." Fyodor grabbed Chuuya's chin to make him look up at him.

They stared into each other's eyes intimately but Chuuya's impatience was getting to him grabbing Fyodors wrist harshly and pulling the same trick he pulled at the restaurant. Fyodor slammed onto the ground with a groan while Chuuya held him onto the floor. "You men are starting to really get on my nerves!" Chuuya yelled out pulling out his phone. "C-Chuuya, I know you won't pull anything stupid like that.. Come on Chuuya I know you still love me. Just let me go and ill let you think things through, just don't call Ikuto." Fyodor said struggling the ginger who had stepped onto Fyodor as his phone rang. "C-Chuuya! You know I'll never hurt you! Why are you doing this to me?!" Fyodor yelled out, panicking by the second as soon as Ikuto picked up.
Ikuto: 'Do you want me to get him now? Im still outside the door.'
Chuuya: 'I guess you still remember our signal. Yeah, come back in. I'm tired of this shit today.'
Ikuto: 'I wouldn't be considered one of your best friends if I didn't remember it.'
And the call ended while Ikuto came back inside the house amazed at how the ginger held Fyodor on the ground with all his might. "Still got those moves huh." Ikuto laughed grabbing Fyodor off the floor. "Don't worry Dostoevsky, I'll be sure to put your little boyfriend in there with you. After all, he was indeed your partner in crime." Ikuto chuckled, hearing Fyodor mumbled against his breath. "And here I thought you loved me Chuuya." That was the last thing Fyodor said before being dragged out by Ikuto. Chuuya sighed heavily, falling to his knees. "I-I think I'll just call Hirotsu to take my leave.." Chuuya mumbled holding his head in the process.

I feel bad for putting Chuuya through this all in one day, but I'll make it up to him later in the chapters.

-Author