when we cross paths again. chuuya x Dazai smut 16+ (slowburn)

stormy nights and an unexpected call

Authors note: holy fuck guys, so i just want to say...........WHEN I WROTE MOST OF THIS I HAD NO WRITING EXPEARIENCE AT ALL. LIKE HOW ARE MOST OF YOU HERE. anyways, i will be continuing this and uhhh....try to make up for.......all that LOL. (also.....we will give tachihara a much needed break)

The question lingered in Chuuya's mind "Why do I like him.....why do i...." chuuya nearly forgot he was walking back to his apartment. The sky was cloudy, blocking the moonlight which left the road engulfed in darkness. Chuuya let out a deep, frustraited sigh, following the side walk he kept kicking the stones he came across, lost in his own mind. He felt something hit the brim of his hat. "huh?" Chuuya felt it again. rain. It started pouring soon enough, Chuuya hurried inside, not wanting to get soaked. Nothing could go his way, not even once. The rain distracted him from thinking about dazai, he was more pissed about his clothes being wet then anything. Chuuya quickly made his way to the shower, turning on the water so it would warm up as he was gathering his pajamas. Suddently there was a loud BOOM.  Thunder. "of course it would storm at a time like this" Chuuya gritted his teeth. Making his way back to the bathroom, he couldnt help but feel empty? empty wasnt the word, usually at this hour dazai would have already called, asking stupid questions and making stupid jokes but chuuya didnt get a call from dazai tonight. "odd, usually he...no. i refuse to wait like some upset, lovesick school girl!" Chuuyas inner conflicts started to spiral once again. After chuuya was done in the shower and was finally comfotable, he sat on his bed, the thunder loud in his ears. He sat in scilence for what felt like forever.....midnight, no phone call....1am, no phone call....2am.... RING. RING.  chuuya scrambled to his phone. "unknown number?" he read out loud. Chuuya wasnt one to answer pointless phone calls, after all, everyone important was very well labeled in his phone under contacts....but chuuyas mind got the best of him. He answerd it. "hello?" chuuya spoke, his tone more annoyed then anything. "Hello, Mr. nakahara. how have you been lately" Chuuya was silent, He knew the voice all too well. "Boss?" chuuya stated.....confused as to why mori would call him from another number then usual. "Yes, im glad you know my voice. Anyways, chuuya i have a job for you, and as my most loyalist member i feel like this will be perfect, just for you". Chuuyas interest was peaked. "Oh? to what do i owe the pleasur-" "Chuuya." mori interrupted "dazai has been very quiet latelt you know? quiet...is never a good thing in our line of work" Cjuuya froze for a moment before responding. "alright....so...what did you want then?" Moris voice was stern as he responded "i set up some men to follow him and, to be honest with you chuuya, it seems to me that dazai isnt as reliabale as he once was....perhaps hes even become a liability". Chuuyas stomach twisted. Mori's words bore a weight that was all to familliar to chuuya. Mori chimed in, piercing through chuuya's thoughts. "Chuuya, you know what happens to liabilities. The port mafia crushes them. What i need for you is to..." Chuuya dropped the phone. His stomach twisting in all sorts or loops. "kill him....?" chuuya repeted to himself, the phone beeping, indicating that mori had hung up. "kill....." chuuya shook his head. Dazai has always been the most respected out of the mafia, Its dazai for crying out loud. The storm outside raged on, almost trying to symbolize the chaos of emotions welling up inside of chuuya. Hate, anger....."why.....". By the time chuuya pulled himself out of his day dreams.....he couldnt help but notice, his phone was ringing again........"What the hell.....is going on"