Double Black

lined up by the windowsill

"What do you think you're doing?"

The staccato beeps of the heart rate monitor rung out throughout the hospital room, absolutely annihilating the somber silence within. On the windowsill, strangely enough, there were vases and little flower baskets lined up. The red camellias held by these seemed to shimmer in the soft sunlight. Between these vital flowers and all the intimidating hospital equipment, the bed housed a short, redhead man.

Chuuya blinked, eyes moving towards to hesitantly focus on the speaker. His tense figure relaxed the moment he recognised the brunet standing in front of him. Sheepishly, he offered an answer, "Um. Trying to get water?"

Leaning against the door to the room, having just arrived, Dazai stared him down, "Right. Why don't you just ask someone? There's no need for you to get out of bed, is there?"

Chuuya rolled his eyes immediately, "Oh come on, Dazai. I'm fine. It's just a little scratch."

Unpleasantly amused, Dazai walked over to his partner before gently tapping him on the head, "You almost got ran over by a car."

"It was just a small collision!"

Eyes rolling of their own accord, Dazai put forward his very valid points, "In that case, Chuuya-kun. Please tell me why you've needed to be taken to the hospital."

Chuuya glared at the other accusingly, "It's because you're overdramatic and you worry too much! Also, don't call me that, damn it!"

Finally, Dazai put out a glass of water for his rival, "Me?! If anything, Chuuya is the dramatic one. Besides, it wasn't me who called the ambulance for you."

Of course, the latter half of Chuuya's sentence went ignored completely. He wouldn't even dare expect anything else.

Nevertheless, be fell quiet at that, choosing to drink his water instead of wasting his breath on useless mummies like the one in front of him, "That... Actually what even happened?"

Dazai actually laughed out loud this time, "You barely have any of your memories, and yet you insist you're fine."

"You-!! That's irrelevant. Anyway, tell me what happened already. The last thing I remember is driving to the mission location. Wait. What happened to the mission?!"

Dazai brushed off his concerns a little too easily, "Eh, that? I could manage on my own obviously. Chuuya is just a brutish chibi anyway; your presence wasn't all that missed."

Chuuya groaned as he flopped back onto the bed, "Damn it! I was looking forward to beating up those punks myself. What'd you tell the boss?"

"Hm? That Chuuya is an unprofessional little fairy who was too lazy to show up to the job, of course!"

"Hah?! Listen here you little-"

Dazai frowned exaggeratedly, as if he was really so disappointed in his other half, "Such a tragic tale. You'll never make executive before me at this rate, ne Chuuya? Ah I just already feel so happy at the idea of getting my hands on those files you so desperately seek!"

Chuuya stared at the other for a good few seconds before scoffing, "You're impossible."

Having noticed with his keen eye, Dazai noted carefully, "You have a headache."

Sighing with discomfort, the other mafioso weakly challenged him, "So what if I do?"

Suppressing a smile, "You should sleep."

"Oh give me a break! I've been sleeping for who knows how long. I can't possibly sleep anymore."

Dazai shrugged, "About twenty hours I'd say. You had a concussion."