forget who i am today. + soukoku, fyoya

exotic discovery

Dazai could not deny that Fyodor is just a little bit smarter than him. Not that he would ever say it out loud but he is. And the reason why he thinks that now is because Dazai couldn't fathom who would want to take Chuuya. The government? No, they know better, don't they? Fyodor is no longer a suspect because God forbid - he told the truth, that he really had nothing to do with Chuuya's disappearance.

He would suspect Mori but why would Mori allow his strongest man to be taken away where he couldn't be reached? Dazai loathes to say this, but Mori is innocent. The brunet wishes it could be that simple, to blame everything on Mori. And he totally would if he had a valid reason. However, he also had no hand in Chuuya's disappearance.

The two people that are alive, that could control Chuuya, had no hand in this. Dazai is frustrated and feels like an asshole because he wishes that Mori or Fyodor had a hand in this - so Dazai could stop feeling like this. Feeling so irrational and enraged that somebody dared to take his (ex)partner! Chuuya was his. Nobody was allowed to even breathe in Chuuya's direction, and somebody dared to take him? Capture him? Torture him?

No. Whoever did this will die slowly and painfully by his fucking hands-

"Dazai-kun."

Fyodor's knowing voice snapped him out of his seething, his jaw instantly relaxes and he feels the ache in his teeth from grinding them too hard. Dazai blinks rapidly - the angry cloud in his rusty eyes finally clearing.

"You're unhelpful when you let emotions override your thinking."

That was enough to make him scowl and Fyodor seems amused by his reaction. Oh, was this Fyodor's way of calming him down? Dazai sticks his tongue out in a childish manner that has Fyodor's lips straightening into an unimpressed line. There was satisfaction curling in his chest and he feels like a child, agonizing Fyodor like this.

The russian man turns away from him and looks at his computer instead and before Dazai could complain at being ignored - he finally notices what was on the screen. A file. A file of a man that he vaguely remembers seeing. He just can't remember where.

"Who's this?" He asked, immediately gaining in on Fyodor's personal space - ignoring the disgruntled noise next to him.

NAME: JOSEPH ANGELINO

OCCUPATION: former psychiatrist

ABILITY: FRANKENSTEIN'S BOLTS - the power to electrocute by skin on skin contact.

AGE: 34

WANTED: illegal trading for exotic animals / murdering 3 patients under his care by practicing electroconvulsive therapy

Dazai was about to ask again, much more unkindly, until Fyodor finally answers, "The man that took Chuuya."

Instead of dignifying that with answer, Dazai looks closely again at the picture of the man. He looks so familiar. Dazai thinks he saw him a few months ago...

"Dazai-kun?"

"He was with Chuuya months ago at a jazz club," Dazai realizes with wide eyes, "I had overheard them briefly - he was talking about his love for animals. Especially ones that can cause harm to the human body or brain."

Fyodor didn't respond but Dazai was fine with that, he had to think.

This bastard has been following Chuuya for god knows how long and with the time range of the murders - it started the month he met Chuuya at the jazz club. Or maybe not the first meeting? Chuuya had seemed to know him.

Dazai didn't know him so he must have recently came around. The last time Dazai had done thorough checkup on Chuuya regarding his life was six months prior to seeing him at the jazz club.

This man must have shortly met Chuuya after that.

But why? What for? Did he have a grudge against Chuuya?

While Dazai continued to think, Fyodor was tapping away at his keyboard once again.

Dazai startles when Fyodor cleared his throat, the brunet snarls and was about to ask what the hell did Fyodor want and it better be importa-

Fyodor gestures to the computer screen and he looks and-

Oh.

Oh.

Oh fuck.

SOMEWHERE IN [REDACTED]

Something is grumbling, echoing off the walls of his mind. It's familiar and it doesn't feel threatening, but he still keeps his eyes closed in fear that he's wrong. There is an disgruntled groan and then there is a voice -

Chuuya... man is here...

That's Arahabaki. It must be the one making those grumbling sounds. Arahabaki isn't the one putting him in danger right now, Arahabaki is safe. It won't hurt him. Chuuya tries to open his eyes but it took great strength to do so, his eyelids feel incredibly heavy. Once he is able to crack just a bit of his eyelids open, just enough to peek - he's already wincing at the brightness that greets him.

And suddenly it dulls.

"My apologies," A man rumbles - a sound that is meant to be soothing but it only makes Chuuya's skin crawl. He wants to run away but his legs don't feel like they're there anymore, he's not sure if he even has them anymore. There's something pulling on his shoulders but he can't feel his arms. He can't move a single muscle because he feels like he no longer has a body, he can't feel anything except the blaring ache behind his eyes as he strains to look at the man before him.

Silver eyes that remind him of Akutagawa's, but they're so much more menacing and cruel. They look like dark, grey clouds that has lightning strikes. He's so incredibly pale and there's scars all over his face, his lips are purple and blue - he looks like a corpse. Chuuya would think it was a corpse if it weren't for the man's mouth moving and eyes blinking or the rising of his chest.

His breath smells like death and Chuuya cringes, but he can't move away. There is nowhere you can go.

This human doesn't look like a human...

Chuuya would have snorted at the pure disgust and confusion if he wasn't so drained of energy. It's almost endearing that there are things that even the God of destruction doesn't understand. There's a petulant noise in the back of his mind but he's suddenly focused on how close the man is close to him.

"If I gouge out your eyes, you wouldn't have to worry about getting used to the brightness or the darkness. You'd just have to rely on your other senses. Woah, that would be so interesting! To see how you would survive without your eyesight..." Those silver eyes got wider and more manic, and Chuuya feels a drop in his stomach.

There's a hand reaching out and Chuuya whines. How much more pain is he going to endure before he can't take it anymore? If he dies, will his corpse still be used for this man's satisfaction in fulfilling his curiosity? He feels so mortified; what has this man done to his body while he wasn't conscious? Or the times where there are blanks in his memory when he knows that something has happened but he can't quite remember?

"You have such pretty blue eyes, they would look wonderful as decorations. Everything about you is so gorgeous. There's still so much to explore of you. I have explored the entirety of your outside but I have yet to touch and destroy every inch of your insides."

There's something that he is implying and Chuuya hates every second of it. He feels like he knows what the implication is but he can't figure it out. It's almost like his mind is warning him that finding out what the message is would only hurt so much more. But before he could further dread on it, those pale purplish fingers dig into his eye socket.

And he screams.