Dazai Osamu x Chuuya Nakahara Fanfiction Book

Snowflake (put off prompt/idea)

Plot: figure skating AU, Dazai is deaf/mute audience

Beginning/intro: Chuuya fluttered his eyelashes, catching sight of the snow in the air.

Even the loudest people have to be the most fluent and skilled in balance, in order to figure skate.

Chuuya thought.

Like a snowflake.

Dazai is deaf/mute, comes to every one of his shows. Sometimes Chuuya spots the kid at his practices, he is Mori's—the ice-rink's owner—son.

Conflict: Chuuya has to land a triple axel for his next show, but can't land it well. Sees a kid at his practices land it well, and confronts him.

Rising action: Dazai and Chuuya don't get along well at first, but become friends. Dazai teaches him sign language in order to learn the triple axel.

Climax: Dazai commits suicide, and Chuuya has to compete in the competition. Chuuya has the triple axel down well, he's perfected it, but at the competition with everybody cheering he skated out of the rink and realized that not everything has to be perfect all the time.

Resolution: Goes to Dazai's funeral, and says his goodbyes.

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Chapter 1: Smooth as Snow

Chuuya fluttered his eyelashes, catching sight of the snow in the air.

Even the loudest people have to be the most fluent and skilled in balance, in order to figure skate.

Chuuya thought.

Like a snowflake.

He walked forward, carrying his duffel bag on one arm and his book bag on his other. It was hard to balance both of the things, but thankful to his sport balance is one of his own specialties.

He walked into one of those rotating glass doors, the ones where you walk inside and it rolls and you need to push it as it keeps turnings. It's sort of creepy the way the doors just keep going, even if you stop walking it will try to push you no matter where you're at.

He got through the loud and ventilated entrance, entering the big, wide sports dome.

His crystal blue eyes were met with the beautiful sight of a large and partially empty skating rink, one full of many skate marks and lines; so many that they could tell a story when looking at them. He entered the further into the room, settling down by the bleaches off to the side of the rink.

A large glass window separated the outsiders of the rink and the skaters, just so nothing gets flown out to the audience when hockey competitions are going on or so on. Chuuya loved it here, it was almost like the ice-rink was his second home.

Sitting on the bleachers, he slipped his large winter coat off and kept his leather jacket on. He switched out his worn-out sneakers for his also worn-out pair of ice-skates. They were truly a beaut, a pair of Risport Skates with the nice two blade on each of the bottoms. Colored in a nice, professional whitish looking color.

And—now it was fun time.

He calmly walked on the blades over to the entrance of the rink, used to the balance ever since he was a little boy.

Everytime he entered the rink was like his satisfactions being filled right then and there. His most comfortable spot, his home, his heart. The rink was everything he loved and more, and it only had about 2 others in the area at the moment.

Perfect.

He thought.

He needed the room for what he was about to do.

Gentle, with a clam and serene stance, he pushed himself out to the center of the rink. Skating slowly to his center position, he got to his first place to start off his choreography.

And—slipping in a pair of earbuds connected to his phone, he began with pressing a small start button.

His arms started moving, not caring of the silence stretching throughout the room, he only cared of the music lifting in his ears. He got into first position, and skated down the rink in a specific step position only him and him only made. Made up with different curves of the feet, arm movements, and delicate turns— Chuuya got to one corner of the rink.

He first started the Camel spin, doing it to the first few lyrics of the song, and then heading straight into a Biellman spin, lifting his leg up almost like a scorpion and spinning around approximately 4 times— the amount of times he knows he can spin before his brain starts to get a little bit fuzzy.

And he slowed down, going down into a twizzle twirl and to the floor to slow it down. His eyes were closed, and all he was focused on was his body and the music. His balance, the choreography, and nothing else in the universe.

Just him, and the music.

He slowed more till the end of the first chorus, and it went into the bridge. At the bridge of the song, here comes the tricky part.

He needs to do the triple axel.

He can do a normal axel jump, a double axel jump, but— he can't do a triple axel jump.

The thing about jumping and twirling while on ice, is that you have to be completely dependent on luck. You have to be willing to get hurt in order to learn how to get better.

So, doing another step sequence and moving his arms in a foreign way— he made it to the opposite end of the rink. He almost bumped into another kid with fluffy brown hair on the way there, but he didn't care. He was doing his routine, and he was going to perfect it.

He needed to.

And, when the tempo of the climax started to Ascend, and ascend... and ascend—

He jumped up, his left arm by his back, his right by his gut. His eyes were closed, and his feet were in a axel position as he jumped up into the air with as much force as he could.

And time slowed down.

And he counted.

One spin.

Two spin.

Three spi—

And just like that.

He was on his ass.

Tearing his earbuds out of his ears, he threw his already-cracked phone across the ice and let it slide away.

"Damnit!"

He screamed across the room, and one out of the two people in there looked over to him, surprised but too frightened to intervene.