I made this 'cuz I'm bored. It could be also used for writing practice for my original story //cough// it could be because I got no boyfriend or could be because I simp on 2d lines too much that I'd make an imaginary relationship with them //cough...
A ChuuyaxDazai teaser that will probably not be made a fanfic but if u wanna, at least tag me hehe
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tw: death obvs
"Ah, Chuuya, this is so fun!" Dazai exclaimed, his arms wide open as he watched the red lasers drop down from the sky and explosions from distant buildings.
A beautiful red '9 of Hearts' card in his bandaged, bloodied hand they received as a souvenir for their first game in the borderlands. A manic grin stretched on his face. His giddiness showed through his shaky hands.
The chocolate-haired man breathed into the air that smelt like metal and gunpowder, a chuckle threatening to bubble from his lips to which he didn't bother stopping. The suicidal maniac can't get enough of the adrenaline and the exhilarating feeling of death. The thing he wants the most is just at his fingertips.
Chuuya looked at his partner standing on the railing— nearly falling on the edge to his death— under the brim of his fedora, his arms crossed against his chest as he leaned against the rooftop bar.
"Fun for you, maybe," Chuuya mumbled as he looked away from Dazai's figure to the smoking gun wrapped in his calloused fingers.
It was fortunate for Chuuya to be given the role of mafia in the game they just had. After all, he is mafia before the original world had gone. Unfortunately for the other players in the game, Dazai and Chuuya were the ones playing mafia.
It was two hours between sessions, and Dazai enjoyed exploring the hotel that hosted the game. Instead of killing those players painlessly, he took the time to use suicide methods on the innocent.
'Barbaric but not completely uncharacteristic of Dazai to do,' Chuuya observed the suicidal maniac. Unlike Dazai, Chuuya did his best to give his victims a quick and painless death.
Both mafiosos didn't give the doctor the chance to give someone a grace period either. After all, the first victim they killed was the doctor.
Pity for the innocents.
It didn't seem to be completely by chance that their first victim was the doctor, who was unfortunate to die by Dazai's hands, who he seduced by the time the game had started. That bastard maniac clearly knew the victim was a doctor.
Chuuya didn't know how the doctor died but the body was already placed on the bed looking quite serene as if she had rested in peace. Her school uniform was neat and arranged, with no crease or dirt in sight. The middle part of her hair was clean and not out of place like how Chuuya had seen when she was still alive. A plastic bouquet with her hands placed on her chest. Everyone but the detective was there in the room.
"Pretty..." Chuuya had heard someone mumble beside him and Dazai had the audacity to reply to him in a soft tone, "Right?" and an audible gag from one of the participants before all of them dropped one by one on the floor— either in seizures or foam forming in the mouth.
"That looks painful, alright..." Dazai hummed when he knelt down and inspected the bodies, "So much for a quick death." he mumbled, throwing a little bag of drugs into the corner of the room.
'Ah,' Chuuya thought as he blinked, 'he probably used the drugs that were supposed to be taken to Mori.'
He probably placed it somewhere along the water bottles he found a while ago. Chuuya was sure Dazai was going to use it for himself.
A rush of footsteps "What is going—" The detective had barely spoken when he already felt the bullet of Chuuya's gun digging into his stomach.
"Should I go join more games?" Dazai happily hummed to himself, pocketing the card and a gun into his pants, and went down the stairs with a bounce to his step. Chuuya scoffed but went after him anyway.
"Do that yourself, you idiot,"
"But you're following me though."
"I wanna see you die." The ginger simply said, grumpy enough that this lanky brunette was walking beside him.
"Chuuya!" Dazai exclaimed, his voice echoing through the empty streets of Yokohama. "I didn't know you cared for me!"
"Like hell, you dumbass!" the shorter man grumbled, slouching like an old man and walking faster than the brunette. "I can die peacefully once I know you're in hell."
Dazai scoffed out a laugh, a grin painting his face.
"Whatever you say, Chuuya."
With this new hell that Dazai somehow managed to drag into, at least it's another way for himself to die, albeit caught Chuuya into this mess as well.
