Double Black

never been so defenceless

A/N: This work contains Dazai's Entrance Exam light novel spoilers, and Stormbringer spoilers

In a way, the silence in the penthouse was unnerving.

It was deadly still. The cold tiles lay bare of bustling footsteps, and the walls that could narrate thousands of stories on its own, just stared at the lack of human presence in the house. The windows were unusually shut, the lights were strangely dimmed, and the kitchen has been in the dark for the whole week.

It wasn't like Chuuya was not used to this sudden silence in his house. Even if this apartment housed two people for three years, some part of that changed about two years ago. That was a few months after Chuuya barely eighteen, and his partner left their organisation.

That was when Dazai Osamu was declared traitor to the Port Mafia.

Chuuya didn't really care about that too much. After all, he had first hand information as to how the Demon Prodigy's betrayal came to be. Why he decided to do so. It might have been a quick and somewhat impulsive decision on that bastard's part, but it wasn't one without basis. 

Ever since that night in his car two years ago, Chuuya has slowly learnt to getting used to the feel of not being joined at the hip to that shitty bastard Dazai. It was strange, at the very least. For three whole years, they did everything together, as Yokohama's Deadliest Duo. The very drastic change from that situation, and going to being a lone mafioso overnight was definitely not easy for Chuuya.

Not that he would admit that to anyone so easily, of course.

But still, ever so occasionally, the gravity manipulator couldn't help but feel so utterly lonely. Sure, he might be well liked in his workplace and by his many subordinates. He was also favoured by the Boss and the other executives. But that didn't make any of them friends.

Chuuya didn't have friends anymore, see. The first group, who happened to be his previous organisation, somehow managed to betray him. It was that bastard Dazai who most probably orchestrated the whole thing; but it wouldn't have been possible if Chuuya's so called friends hadn't been willing to betray him in the first place. 

His second and last ever group of friends, the Flags, were killed by his brother or whatever. This was when he was sixteen, and quite surprisingly, that Dazai wasn't involved in any of those murders. But if having friends was always going to turn out so terribly for Chuuya; wasn't he just better off without them?

But despite making such a resolve, he'd ended up fucking up big time. Never mind friends, but the very smart and powerful Nakahara Chuuya had somehow ended up getting family instead?! It wasn't even just metaphorical or anything. No, it was quite literal. After all, Chuuya did go ahead and marry the first bastard that annoyed him to the end of his wits.

Curse his shitty tastes in men, damn it! Who the fuck gets married to a fishy bastard at the age of eighteen?! Either idiots, or whipped fuckers who were somehow obsessed with their partners. Chuuya was none of them, damn it!

But well, the fact remained that he was married. And that too, to a very suspicious person.

For example, that shitty Dazai hasn't been home at all in the past four days! Where the hell has he been?! It's not even like he was considerate enough to maybe text and let Chuuya know that he wouldn't be home for a while. At least that way Chuuya wouldn't be worrying his head off, and downing bottles of Petrus in one go. 

Chuuya swore that if he ever ended up being an actual alcoholic, it'd undoubtedly be Dazai's fault. He'd make sure to let everyone know that he was actually a smart and civil person, and the only reason for his raging alcoholism happened to be solely because of his shitty, useless husband.