Chuuya's pov
I was walking back to the base irritated and looking for a little bit of sympathy as I have just committed mass murder. If only that bastard didn't see that fucking note.
5 years ago
"I love you <3" He said while his gentle hands, wrapped with bandages, ruffled my luscious orange hair.
"I love you too asshole <3" I say as my head is sat in his lap. For the tainted sorrow. Finally nullified, I close my eyes. I'm tired.
I wake up back at the Port Mafia. But where is Dazai?
"Chuuya do you know where Dazai is???" Ango says. Panicking.
"No. I just woke up." I say still half alseep and pissed off because that brown haired bitch left me alone.
"If u see him tell him to contact me immediately." Ango replied walking off.
"He's probably found a new way to commit suicide." I scoff looking away but secretly wanting to find him so I can kill him myself.
Present time
"What do you want Mori?" I fling the card up that Dazai saw, holding it up with only two fingers.
"Can you do me a bit of a favour." The Mafia boss responded resting his elbows of the table, holding up his chin with his hands covered by a white cloth.
"What is it!" I say aggressively.
"I need you to-" As Mori spoke I look over to see what his ability is drawing.
I slam my hands on the desk in anger.
"MORI WHAT THE FUCK IS ELISE DRAWING!!" I scream as the short tempered man I am.
"HOW DOES SHE KNOW WHAT HE LOOKS LIKE!!!"
"UNLESS-" before I can finish Mori cuts me off
"Well it isn't my fault he was just looking very vulnerable."
"YOU PIECE OF SHIT!!!"
"Why are you getting so feral ranga." The molester smirks
"Also aren't you forgetting something... Maybe your teaching job. Maybe your job in the Port Mafia."
This guys pisses me off so fucking much
Im going to find Dazai
YOU ARE READING
Toxic love <3
Fiksi PenggemarA Chuuya x Dazai fic Written by Calc1f3r It's supposed to be a mafia and teacher fic in one so enjoy I wrote this as a joke for my friend and I'm uploading it cause it's funny. I tried to write it in that Wattpad style so please read. ALSO DONT COME...
