I Still Need You (Sometimes)

~5~

It had been 3 days since then. Chuuya hasn't seen Dazai at all during that time and honestly, he couldn't be happier. He didn't have to deal with the other complaining or talking about his latest suicide attempt. Though something was pestering him slightly. Did he genuinely believe Chuuya would command Dazai's closest friend to go through with a suicide mission?

Dazai was smart, maybe too smart, so Chuuya was confident that he'd come around and see his stupidity on his own and if he didn't, then they were both screwed.

Chuuya had been in the port mafia HQ, sitting at his desk in his office. As if he was summoned by the mere thought of him, Dazai entered. He didn't knock (though that was normal).

Chuuya being an exec meant he had one of the good offices. It was a decent in size with a large window that let in a good amount of sunlight. He had furnished it with a large desk and chair. Since he had enough room, he made a makeshift living room too, consisting of 2 small couches and a coffee table that was near the window.

Dazai went and sat on one of the couches that faced Chuuya's desk. He wasn't saying anything instead looking at Chuuya expectedly. "what are you doing here?" Chuuya said after a second. He was already upset because of his intrusion. "I wanted to talk. I understand why you're upset with me but I quite frankly don't care. What I do care about though, is what actually happened with Oda" Dazai explainined calmly. His schooled, blank expression in full force. "Dazai. I've told you before. I didn't send him. He went on his own" Chuuya restated.

There was a long pause. Just before Chuuya could say anything else Dazai spoke. "ok, I think I believe you" His mask slipped for a second but was back as fast as it disappeared. "I wasn't in a good state of mind when I accused you so unfairly. I was thinking during that time I was gone and realized you couldn't have had enough time to do so"

Chuuya gave him a sour look. "so you only believe me because the time line doesn't add up?" "yes" "so you think I would have still done it if I was given the chance?" "yes" that honestly wasn't surprising. Unlike Chuuya, Dazai has never put his full trust in anyone before. Even though it still annoyed him to be on the same trust level as others, he was glad that he wasn't being falsely accused any more. He didn't want to pressure this topic anymore so he changed the subject. "ok, well are you done being a fuckin nut case now? Mori has a mission planned for us to go on. I was gonna tell you but you got here before I could" Chuuya mumbled. He sounded unhappy, with the how he brought up the mission.

"something wrong Chibi?" Dazai moked slightly. "cut it with the nickname, and yeah. Everything is fine." "what's the mission about?" Dazai asked walking over to Chuuya's desk where he was still sat. Together, they've had many different kinds of missions. Ones where they had to disguise themselves and play assassins, to one's where they went in guns blazing. This was the stranger type. The type chuuya hated.

"there's been a casino here in Yokohama thats made a lotta profit off money laundering and theft" Chuuya explained. "we do that. Why would it need to be looked into? Is Mori becoming a law abiding citizen? " Dazai asked with a breathy laugh. "well it's interfering with the port. Mori has asked that we dispose of their leader" Chuuya explained. "are we gonna be dressing up all fancy?" Dazai asked with a growing smile.

There was a game they'd play when these types of missions took place. One dresses as they would to such an event, while the other dresses as a girl. Dazai was the "girl" last time. Meaning Chuuya has to do it now.

"yep" was all Chuuya said before going back to whatever was on his laptop. Dazai's smile never faltered. He never seemed to mind the dress up game but he loved making fun of Chuuya, so the occasional makeup and tight dress was fine by him.

"it's at 7pm tomorrow, so meet at my place." Chuuya announced. "and don't be as late as last time" "well last time I had to fit in that corset, it's not my fault they're death traps" Dazai said with a huff bit the smile never faded.

He got up and made his way to the door. "I've got the perfect dress in mind Chuuuuya!" he said closing the door.

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This one's hella short but I wanted it out

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