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: The hand was cold to the touch, but it spread tingling sensations all over the redheadʼs skin as the brunet boyʼs ability easily overpowered Chuuyaʼs.
He froze for a second, the sudden calm felt unfamiliar but welcoming, and then it was gone as quick as it occurred. An explosion sounded and Chuuya passed out.
Or: After the use of Corruption in the fight with The Guild, the God of Calamity rages and causes pain to Chuuya. When it gets out of hand, the redhead has to seek help from a certain member of the agency, the only one who can silence Arahabaki.
Warnings: Angst with a Happy Ending, Post-Corruption Ability Use, Minor Shin Soukoku, Hurt/Comfort, Attempt at Humor.
Word Count: 5,290
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This wasnʼt anything new to Chuuya.
Heʼd felt the presence of a God of Calamity beneath his skin, in his mind, ever since the day he woke up with a consciousness at the age of seven. The rage was something he was familiar with, something that was always there. Ever-present, just waiting to be let out.
But Chuuya never truly did.
Despite the urge to do exactly that, he knew it would be pure destruction. He didnʼt know why, but he could tell from somewhere deep within him. He kept one rule to himself that he would never break, under any circumstances. He should never let his true rage out, or there would be serious repercussions.
Arahabaki was always restless.
Chuuya discovered this one particular fact when he was still in The Sheep. He never really had a great time having to deal with the God, but it got worse as he aged. The vague whispers in his mind, that always remained dull and almost silent in the deep crevices of his thoughts, slowly turned into full-blown screams of pure anger.
Especially when Chuuya was at his most vulnerable or feeling anger himself.
Sleeping wasnʼt something Chuuya enjoyed. He would always wake up in a cold sweat, his tongue biting down on the scream building up his throat, blood pooling in his mouth from the force used behind the action. He always slept away from others, never letting himself fall into unconsciousness around any of the members of The Sheep.
Sometimes, heʼd go days without sleeping, just so he could have the luxury of passing out and not waking up with a nightmare but a simple migraine. Since the physical pain, he could handle with all his grace, but the mental anguish that Arahabaki brought with him was far too overwhelming most of the times. Particularly when Chuuya couldnʼt distinguish between the Godʼs wrath and the redheadʼs own fury.
But then heʼd heard of the old Port Mafia Boss found, apparently, alive. With the search of Arahabaki thrown into the mix. Chuuya simply couldnʼt pass up the opportunity on getting more information about Arahabaki, so he took it upon himself to investigate.
