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Kill Me, Thrill Me

Tw/Tags: Assassination Attempt(s)
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Chuuya stepped lightly across the floorboards, trying carefully to not wake Dazai who sleeping on his back.

The air around him was silent as his heart beat tore through his body. He was almost surprised that Dazai didn't wake up at that but Chuuya could still see the steady rise and fall of his chest, bare except for his bandages, and his eyelashes resting against his cheeks.

Chuuya adjusted the sharp blade in his hand and swallowed hard. All he had to do was follow the instructions Mori had given him: assassinate Dazai.

Chuuya volunteered for this job as Mori originally wanted Gin to finish Dazai off because she would be quick and clean. Dazai knew too much and posed as a liability against the Port Mafia. But Chuuya asked the boss personally if he could. He felt like it was only right given he would threaten Dazai left and right that he was going to be the one kill him. Now that he was here he started to have second thoughts on stepping up for the job. He killed people before, sure, but never has he killed someone he has known so personally. Even if Chuuya didn't want to admit it, this was going to be hard.

Silently he crept over the Dazai's bed. His face looked relaxed. Dazai had never shown much emotion, preferring staying emotionless and placid but seeing the expression he had on his face looked different.

Dazai's hair fell back exposing more of his forehead and eyes, which gave his face a softer finish.

Chuuya cursed himself for putting himself in Gin's place.

Killing this bastard was going to hurt a lot more than he thought it was.

Slowly Chuuya crawled onto the bed, pausing periodically to make sure his didn't wake Dazai before moving closer until he was straddling Dazai's hips.

Chuuya held back his scoff at the irony of his predicament. The last time they were in this position was years ago and under very different circumstances.

Chuuya could still remember the feel of Dazai's skin under his thighs and the sound of his gasping breaths as he moved his hips.

Chuuya clenched his teeth, fighting back the memories that were emerging from the depths of his mind, the memories he purposefully buried deep down.

He began to sweat under his mask, as the only ventilation was the holes for his eyes.

Every muscle in his body screamed as he held the blade up to his ex-lovers bandaged neck, the blade reflecting the white light of the moon poking through Dazai's window.

This was his job. He had to detach himself from things like this or he would not last in the mafia. But this situation felt so different. He felt like he was killing off a part of himself. Whether he liked it or not Dazai played a huge role in his life. Chuuya hated to admit it but he wouldn't be where he was today if it wasn't for Dazai's sly self.

Chuuya cursed at himself for hesitating so much. If anyone that Chuuya knew deserved to die it was Dazai. This man had heartlessly slaughtered so many men and even more, he wanted to die himself. Chuuya couldn't even recall the amount of times Dazai has made a comment or attempted on taking his own life.

He was doing this bastard a favour, and if he was awake he would be egging him on.

"Chuuya," Dazai said, his voice a hushed whisper.

Chuuya froze, blade in hand, but remained silent. Dazai had no way to know it was him. His face was covered.

"Chuuya, if you're going to do it can you do it quick? I'm not a big fan of slowly bleeding out," Dazai couldn't sound any more bored even if he tried to.