forget who i am today. + soukoku, fyoya

there's poison in the yellow tail

CURRENT DAY

He never thought he would end up in a place like this again. White walls, white floors, and white lights. Everything is too bright but black spots appear in his vision even as he tries to blink them away.

His head hurts, as if someone took a bat and whacked him with it. Was that how he got here? He doesn't remember. It feels like hours, days, months has ticked by while he has been in this room. The ringing in his ears doesn't stop and his feet won't stop dangling from where he is chained from the ceiling.

Speaking of, his wrists hurt. He craned his head to look up and notices the blisters and the bruising. His skin was being rubbed raw from the chains that tightly held his hands, allowing his wrists to bend in an odd way. He's trying to remember where he is. Who he is.

What was he doing before he was locked up in this room?

His tongue felt too heavy in his mouth. Did he say something about being in this place again? He doesn't remember. When was the last time he's had water? God, he can't remember. There's something itching.

Something's crawling.

What is it? What's crawling? Where is it?

He can't register where it is until he feels a tickle at the back of his neck. His hair? Is it his hair? Is he being paranoid? But, he swears that he feels tiny little legs on him. At the corner of his eye, he sees a darker color.

Yellow, brown, black, yellow...

What color was it?

What is it?

He can't register what it is but for some reason, it makes his stomach drop. He's seen it before. But, he can't remember what it does. There's warning signs in his head, and he feels really nervous. He has chills.

He's scared.

Why is he scared?

But his eyes are widening and when something sharp injects him, he forgets how to make sound.

Where is that blood curdling scream coming from?

There's a blur of movement, someone is speaking.

He can only register the color yellow before everything turns to black.

~

SOMEWHERE IN ENGLAND

One of the things that Dazai knows about Fyodor is that when he is unsure of something or miscalculated a situation - the russian man's right thumb twitches and presses into the inner palm of his hand while curling into a fist.

Nothing on his face gives it away, Fyodor is too good at that. However, his hands have always been just dangly and twitchy. And they also respond to whatever Fyodor is feeling - genuinely feeling. Dazai doesn't think Fyodor realizes it. If he had, he would have fixed it.

Fyodor isn't an obvious man, not until it is too late to do anything then it becomes more clear to what his plan was. Even then, not everything is revealed because Fyodor is just like that. A very frustrating man.

So when Dazai asks him outright about what happened to Chuuya (dumb decision on his part but he's worried, okay?), Fyodor does that thing. His right thumb twitches and presses into the inner palm of his hand, curling into a fist. But his face remains impassive.

Dazai already has his answer. Fyodor does not have Chuuya, but he knows something.

"I do not have your darling mafia boy, Dazai-kun. Please do refrain from looking at me with those angry eyes," Fyodor seems amused and the detective isn't impressed by it, "However, I have a inkling that someone took him."

Everything inside of Dazai is screaming, roaring for Fyodor to get to the fucking point. But, he remains calm (the best he could, anyway) because if he is too rash, Fyodor won't give him anything because he is fucking petty like that.

Those violet eyes knowingly looks at him and Dazai knows that he is on thin fucking ice. So, he takes one deep breath in and slowly exhales - he needs to be smart about this.

"Do you have any idea who took him?" Once he asks that question, he knows he landed himself in trouble because Fyodor's lips quirked into a smile that could only be described as mischevious.

Fyodor was going to compromise something, and he feels like he doesn't really have a choice.

"If I help you find the darling boy, I would like to receive an important file."

Dazai is aware that he doesn't have a choice and Fyodor will also not expand on what kind of file he needs. If Dazai doesn't accept the deal, then he has no clue where to start with Chuuya. God, this man was so fucking frustrating. But the file could possibly compromise many more lives.

He doesn't hesitate.

"Help me find Chuuya, and I will get you whatever file you need."

Those violet eyes glow dangerously.

But Dazai feels no remorse.

He would burn the whole fucking world and everyone in it just to save Chuuya.