Double Black

just a little in love, with you

The sky was just a little darker than usual.

Chuuya's fingers tapped on the desk just a little nervously, as his eyes restlessly scoured the skyline view from his office window. The sun was just meeting the horizon, the sky was tinted orange, and the birds were slowly beginning to disappear from view.

Hands moving to fiddle with his hat, the infamous gravity manipulator was trying his best to hold on to his mind; trying his best not lose it over a sudden panic attack.

These panic attacks have been occurring more frequently lately.

While Chuuya did have an inkling to what was causing it, he was perfectly content with this decision to ignore it. There was no need to ponder over something so unnecessary, after all. It was fine. Chuuya could just hold on for a little while longer. The stakes were higher than usual this time; and it was essential that Chuuya didn't lose. 

See, it was like this. The pretty man from Yokohama went ahead and got married rather recently. About six months or so ago. Nakahara Chuuya got married, and it was to his infamous, long-term rival. Dazai might be an absolute asshole, but for some unknown reason, Chuuya happened to be in love with him. 

And sure, twenty was probably too young of an age to get married; to commit oneself to another person with the promise of forever and always. Hell, Chuuya was a mafioso. Were mafiosos even supposed to be married? Didn't the movie make it super clear, that people who worked for the underworld were usually lacking family?

Something about putting their loved ones at risk or whatever.

It did make sense. A lot of it, really. But considering Chuuya's husband was a mafioso too, or at least was one until two years ago, it wasn't really all that important to think about that. After all, there were very few people who could one-up the Port Mafia's Demon Prodigy.

Dazai Osamu was crafty and manipulative to a vile extent. If that bastard ever got kidnapped, it was most likely because he himself planned his own abduction. And as usual, he'd probably be counting on Chuuya to get him out of there. Not that Chuuya would know anything about that beforehand.

No, that bastard always just assumed that Chuuya would miraculously know of all his motives and intentions. Something about Chuuya being a dog? He wasn't a dog, damn it! Sure, he could read Dazai like that back of his hand at all times. And sure, he somehow always knew where to be, and when he was required to bail on his own super important mission to go save his pet fish. 

But Chuuya was happily pushing such facts onto the concept of soulmate telepathy bullshit.

Nakahara Chuuya was not a dog, people!

Right, getting off track here. So, the point stands that Yokohama's strongest ability user was married now. And he was perfectly happy. He cursed himself for being in love with such an annoying bastard like ten times a day, but he was happy. And very much in love, god fucking damn it. 

Which was fine and all, really. Chuuya had just learned to accept it by now. He met a certain bandaged fucker when he was fifteen, he fell in love in love with said bandaged bastard within a span of two months after their meeting, he started dating his pet fish shortly after, and he went and said his 'I Do's in a chapel right after he turned twenty.

The only anomality was, well, the fact that Chuuya's husband was Dazai.

That shitty Dazai.

Anybody who has ever met Dazai could easily assess his superficial personality within the first two minutes. Simply put, his insistence of being a suicide fanatic. Everyone has seen him walk around with that ugly, depressing red suicide book at least once in their wretched lifetime.