What I never told you (ReaderxDazai)

JUU ICHI

Sorry for the pain

I made you go through.

In the end, it was in vain.

I just couldn't get... to you.

Your POV

"So, how long have you been, you know, in this side of the city?" I asked him as I handed him a couple of painkillers and a glass of water. He seemed to relax when he spotted my hands stuffing everything inside the first aid kid again. At least, in his chocolate brown eye, I could sense a slight bit of relief. Of course, I knew he had his guard up. To be honest, I would not be confident about such situation if I encountered it, but when I saw him... I just saw so much pain in his gaze, his body growing weaker just like mine did once... I simply didn't want him to bleed to death like I almost did because nobody was there to help.

"I believe as much time as you have." He simply replied, having to put a lot of effort into each of those words. "But after all these years, I've finally got used to it."

"Guess that makes two of us." I told him as I sighed, not averting my gaze from him.

What should I do? I didn't need to worry for those bastards that fought against him. They wouldn't be bothering him or me for a while. However, I couldn't just let him go away like that. With that injury, he wouldn't go far. He needed to rest. He needed not to move.

"Hey, is there anybody you can call to pick you up?" I told him as I watched him furrow his eyebrows. "If not, I can let you stay, but..."

"There is." He put a long face, as if something disturbing came to his mind, and looked at me. "I lost my phone back there. Can you call a number for me? He won't pick it up the first time, though."

I walked next to the coffee table and, opening a drawer, I grabbed my smartphone. The brunette told me the number and, after he was done, I pressed the button to start the call.

Four beeps.

Nobody picked up. I looked at him and shook my head, but he just smiled and told me to try again.

I heart the first beep, the second, the third...

"Okay, I don't know why you have this number but whoever you are you'd better stop or I'll find you and crush you to death."

I was surprised to hear another teenager's voice on the other side of the line, his tone revealing how pissed he was, and his empty threats making me giggle a bit.

"Well, I was just calling because your partner here is half dead, but if that's all you have to say goodbye." I said, turning on the speaker.

"HAH!? WHAT THE HELL?"

"Hello, Chuuya!!!" the bandaged male cheerfully spoke, regaining a bit of his energy as I handed him the phone. With his thin and delicate bandaged fingers, he held it tight, pointing it at both of us. "Guess what? I got shot!!"

"How can you say it so casually?" I scolded him as he drew a smirk with his lips. "You're barely alive to tell your side of the story."

"Okay, just what the fuck is going on here?"

I inhaled deeply and, once my lungs were filled with air, I gave him an answer.

"Look, I just happened to bump into him and decided to help, but he got shot in the stomach and shouldn't move. I need you to pick him up, please. The address is XXXXX."

"You should have just let that asshole die." He scoffed. "He's forever annoying me if not."

"Chuuya, you're mean!!" the brunette whines once more as his partner tsked.