Bad Connection -discontinued-

Part 4: Moving In...With You?!

!TRIGGER WARNING! The beginning of this chapter talks about Alcoholism, Depression, implied past trauma, and mild mention of being suicidal.

Nothing too intense -yet-!! <3

"What happened? Where am I?...oh." The brunette blinked a few times, feeling a wash of nausea flood over him.

    Taking a few moments, Dazai recollected himself and sat up. Along with nausea, the brunette also had a horrible headache that pounded all around his skull, begging to break free.

    With a deep sigh, the brunette mumbled to himself, "God, I really need to stop drinking."

    Dazai wasn't afraid to admit that he drank a lot. Probably more than he should. When he fled his old house, the brunette found it troublesome to try and deal with all the trauma on his own, so at first he turned to hooking up with people of all ages. Trying his best to fill the void he felt in himself, like he wasn't human, he would bring people back to the place that his childhood friend let him stay, not caring if it wasn't healthy for him.

It wasn't until his 20th birthday that he began to drink, finding himself at a lone bar in a dark alleyway, he slid into the mysterious area. The atmosphere of the bar was just what the brunette was looking for, calm, tranquil, and slightly lonely. To the right side of the place, there was a long table, with round seats every few feet. Behind the table, there was an enormous wall of all kinds of alcohol. On the other side of the bar, there was a pool table that looked like it hadn't been touched in ages. The only other person in the bar at the time was the bartender.

Dazai found himself going to the bar almost every night, drinking his sorrows away, covering the fact that he was longing for something with empty jokes and flirting. It wasn't until a few months ago that the owner of the bar offered to hire him as a bartender. The brunette had never given much thought about getting a job, but who knows, maybe that'll help with his loneliness.

Sadly, the brunette was greatly mistaken. The nights he spent working at the bar were quiet, and even more lonely. With the occasional drunkard coming in, Dazai found himself being alone more. Working the nights there wasn't what he hoped for, but it got him money for his alcohol, so he let it be. The brunette often wishes that he never stepped foot in the bar, learning how the feeling of the whiskey he drank calmed his mind in a way that he never knew could exist.

Startling awake, Dazai was sweating and breathing heavily. He must've fallen asleep again, feeling groggy from his 'nap', the brunette turned his phone on to check the time.

"9:30am...just great. So not only did I have to dream about that bar, I also had to wake up late!" Rubbing his temples with his right hand, Dazai huffed.

Once he got up from his bed, Dazai had also realized he was in pain, an aching feeling he hadn't felt in a long time, one that he missed. Walking into his bathroom, rubbing his lower back, Dazai went to flip on the light switch, only to discover there wasn't any light.

Taking a minute to register it, the brunette whined "Even better! There's no fucking power." Shrugging his shoulders, he decided that he wanted a cup of coffee before he dealt with everything.

Strolling into the kitchen, hungover and still half asleep, the brunette began to make himself his morning coffee when Oda walked to the entrance of the living room. Dazai could instantly tell that something was wrong, so he turned to face Oda.

Slowly looking up from the mug, Dazai said with a curious tone, "What's up Oda? Everything okay?"

"Ya everythings fine, as you can tell the power isn't working, so I'm frustrated by that." Before the brunette could respond, Oda continued "All I'm going to say about you bringing Chuuya back, can you keep it down just a little bit? Some of us have to work during the day."