Molly's Fics Cause she Refuses to Read Them on Ao3

Audacity||Soukoku

TW: Rape/Non-Con

The air was threatening, it sent multiple warnings to Dazai. Sharp leaves cutting his skin, more than to say it was just an coincidence. But Dazai did not feel a single thing. He had taken a few dozen opioids, which he had stolen from Yosano, (he couldn't believe that Yosano actually had painkillers when she enjoyed the look of pain on other people's faces) and literally felt like nothing. He didn't notice at all but he had severely overdosed. He usually overdosed so he didn't take much notice, the opioid was overflowing his system anyway, how could he feel such obvious pain? He staggered mindlessly towards the roof of the Armed Detective Agency. There were obviously suicide prevention measures on the roof but Dazai had never shown them that he could actually easily commit suicide and that he had merely pretended that he couldn't. He wasn't in his right mind, he didn't even have a second thought before he started climbing up the tall railings. On top of the tall railing there was a horizontal bar which if anyone tried to grip it would spin back, causing the climber to fall back down. Could this mere bar confine Dazai? Yes, it could. He wasn't using his mind at all, and had forgotten his strategy for getting past it. But after a few lousy attempts he got past. He was furiously running on the spinning rail, trying his best to die splendidly and in a entertaining location. The only thought that came to mind that he could get to was Chuuya's favourite hat shop. He giggled, he thought of Chuuya's shocked expression as he went on his daily stroll to his favourite hat shop only to see that it was closed because of Dazai's interference. Then, using the only consciousness left in him, he leapt off the rail. The wind howled furiously, attempting to lift Dazai into the air back to the Armed Detective Agency, perhaps if Dazai had tried to go along with it, it. could have worked, but he didn't. He laughed happily, enjoying the 3 second scenery of everything around him, he was close to the ground, but then he saw a familiar figure. It was, Chuuya?! It wasn't his usual time! No this couldn't be! Dazai's plan had failed miserably. It was too late, he plummeted into the ground. Even the opioids couldn't help the unbearable pain that erupted in Dazai's chest. It was like a huge needle, stabbing him in the stomach area. He blacked out.

"DAZAI! DAZAI! WHAT THE FUCK DAZAI!? DAZAI!? HEY!?" Chuuya screamed. Even from a street away he could recognise the figure which had just ruined his daily stroll. He ran desperately across the street. He could hear screams and little kids crying. People were dialling 119 all around Dazai's body, the police soon arrived. The screams,cries and sirens were deafening. He finally made it to his body. Surprisingly, he hadn't turned into a bunch of flesh and bones, but was actually intact. Blood spread across his head and limbs, it also slowly trailed out of his mouth. Mori had taught Chuuya how to perhaps save someone's life in dangerous situations so he tried his best to follow that. First, he had to find out if Dazai was still alive or not. He placed his hand on Dazai's neck, his chest was too risky at the moment. The police were too busy clearing the people rather than paying attention to Chuuya. Chuuya could feel a extremely faint pulse, he sighed in relief, the damn mackerel wasn't completely dead. Next, he put the back of his hand just below Dazai's nose, was he breathing? No. He didn't know what else could possibly save him so he preformed CPR on Dazai. The crowed screamed, and finally the police turned to look at Chuuya. He looked crazy, kissing a presumed dead man. The police were stunned. He gently preformed the CPR, his mouth was always full of Dazai's blood every time he came up for a breath, and soon enough, he screamed "What are you standing there for? Get the fucking ambulance, dumbasses!" The ambulance soon moved Dazai over to a bed and reeled him into the ambulance. Chuuya also sat next to him, he was told to continue preforming CPR to Dazai until they made it to the hospital, but then halfway he was critically losing blood. "Do you know what the patient's blood type is sir?" "It's AB, I have B blood...I can donate." Chuuya muttered. And now he was hopelessly preforming CPR on a ghostly body while also donating his blood to it at the same time. By the time Dazai was rushed to the ER, Chuuya was exhausted. The taste of Dazai's blood overflowing in his mouth lingered in his memory. It. Was. Horrible. Then it struck him, his first kiss, stolen by the damn mackerel. He cursed. It actually wasn't Dazai's fault, it was actually purely his own stupid fault. He hoped that Dazai made it out alive, he didn't know why. Dazai stayed in the ER for quite some time. Chuuya worried, and instead of telling anybody where he was and why he wasn't working, he stayed at the hospital. His head was spinning and he was out of breath, why would he want to go back to his dull and merciless job? By the time 3 hours went without Chuuya's report, status or sighting, the Port Mafia was in distress, how could it be that their executive suddenly disappeared while taking his leisurely stroll? Chuuya received multiple calls but he didn't answer them. He knew that he would receive a scolding but he really didn't care at the moment, how could he think about work when Dazai could quite literally be on his deathbed? He stayed awake until around 5 in the morning, then, the ER finally opened. He rushed to the doctor pulling Dazai in a bed. "Is he alright?" Chuuya asked. The doctor gave Chuuya a tired smile. "Thanks to your blood donation and stamina for CPR, this patient has made it out alive and well." Chuuya blushed slightly, ah yes, stamina for CPR, what a great phrasing. "When will he be able to get up?" The doctor's answer smacked him harshly in the face. "Oh, yes...nearly all of his organs were severely damaged, a few nerves bursting and... it's all too much, it's actually a miracle that he is alive and thriving at the moment, at the least we say that he will have to be hospitalised for 1 year." 1 year. He couldn't imagine seeing Dazai in a hospital for 1 year. His times in the port mafia had led to many incidents were he had seen Dazai in a sorry state in the hospital, but most only went for 2 weeks, now 1 year? That was a whole other story. Chuuya checked the time, 5:10am. It was really late. The doctors and nurses looked exhausted, Chuuya felt bad for keeping them up more than they were already forced to. "Thank you sir, may you have a good sleep." Chuuya said and he ran out of the hospital door. His limbs hurt, the wind was pushing Chuuya's hair into his face. He just wanted to go home and forget everything that had happened. Maybe down a bottle. He didn't know, but his priority now was to return home and pretend nothing had happened, and that he had spent his entire day looking for his phone that he had lost.