A bunch of unrelated fics of SKK.
(Mostly centered around Hurt Chuuya and Comforting/Caring Dazai.)
Total Word Count: 125k+
Note: I take no credits for this fic. Itʼs currently an on-going series on ao3, posted by a friend of mine. Iʼve already ask...
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Summary: Because, after all, Dazai leaving meant Chuuya finally had some quiet moments to himself, didn't he?
But Chuuya knew he was just lying to himself.
Or: Chuuya deals with Dazai's abandonment a lot worse than Dazai expected. It all builds up in the container until it finally spills over, because after all, how much can a container hold when there's far too much to be spilled?
Warnings: Suicide Attempt, Suicidal Thoughts, Angst with a Happy Ending.
Word Count: 9,399
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“I used corruption because I trusted you.”
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Chuuya hadnʼt always needed Dazai.
He had done pretty fine on his own before he had met the brunet. Okay, maybe he had a little trouble here and there, but that was to be expected, itʼs not like even Chuuya was immune to whatever the world threw his way. But the point was, Chuuya had survived, he was still breathing, wasnʼt he?
Then Chuuya had met the annoying, untrustworthy brunet, who was far too smart for his age. Chuuya supposed that was to be expected when he was practically raised by Mori in the Port Mafia. Chuuya still didnʼt know the full details, but, he had to work with the brunet because Chuuya was a leader at the time and had a sense of responsibility for his members - he had actually thought of them as friends, so much for that, considering he got back-stabbed - and then the incident with the Sheep had happened.
He had ended up being betrayed by his own, stabbed and almost killed, it it werenʼt for his ability. And Dazai had been there. He had been kneeling on that stupid rock and looking at Chuuya with his calculating eye, as if the brunet held all the answers in the world.
And maybe he did.
Chuuya wasnʼt stupid, by any means, no matter how much Dazai insisted on it - “Shut up, Dazai!” - and so the redhead was also self-aware. Enough to know that ever since Dazai left the Port Mafia - and Chuuya - behind, with no words from him then suddenly reappeared as the enemy of the Port Mafia, a member of that stupid Armed Detective Agency, saving people as if he had never committed a single crime in all his twenty-two years of life, the trust between them had shattered.
Chuuya still held on though.
He knew he had never truly moved on. It showed in the way he dealt with himself on the day Dazai had left. He always opened a bottle of the most expensive wine, and let himself be dragged down into the throes of the haze that it brought. The hangovers he got afterwards weren't worth it, not for that traitor, but Chuuya never stopped. He told himself it was because he was celebrating. Because, after all, Dazai leaving meant Chuuya finally had some quiet moments to himself, didn't he?
