Soulmates, Tainted and Twisted (Soukoku: Yaoi Fanfic)

Entry 10

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" I wish I'm not, yet and t-that you are not Dazai..."
Eyes almost bulging out from it's socket, Chuuya uttered in stammer as a face was inched away from his that their breathe were colliding with each other.

" Aiyah~ I guess you're already sober, hmm? "

Chuuya, all of a sudden lifted his hand and reached to caress the face in front of him, Dazai's face was illuminated by the dimmed light exquisitely showing his beautiful features and contours bedazzling Chuuya's eyes to no end.

Dazai nonchalantly watched the stunned reaction of Chuuya, he bet that Chuuya had unconsciously reached his hand to touch his face-----to satiate his disbelief that it was actually him after four years of being unable to be this close with each other.

"You must missed me so much"
Dazai thought and he was about to let those thoughts out to tease Chuuya until abruptly as the hand gently caressing his cheeks, beyond his very expectation---slapped him!

"W-what was that for, Chuuya!?!"
Dazai's face was violently turned to the side from the impact of the slap. His cheek sting like hell, Chuuya indeed exerted violent force from suddenly slapping him.

He looked at the still stunned Chuuya as his hand was hanging in the air.

Dazai sighed then reached for the light switch and immediately, the room lighted up, he surrendered, he knew Chuuya isn't believing that it is really him.

" Normally, when you can't discern if you're dreaming or not, you slap yourself but why my face instead.."
Dazai helplessly thought inwardly.

" I told you you're not hallucinating~"

" What.... Why.."

Chuuya just had a proper look of his surrounding, it is indeed a small Japanese style room and books are scattered at the edge with bottles of booze.

" It's my room. "
Dazai spoke nonchalantly as he motioned closer again to Chuuya.

" Your room is too petty..."

" What's with having a spacious room when I'm all alone~ "
Dazai expressed as he handed Chuuya another bottled drink.

Lost for words again, Chuuya didn't know when to start or atleast ask something random. How in the heavens should he act towards the ex-partner he had last seen and heard from four years? And why is Dazai acting so nonchalant like how they were used to be-----------that was before, Chuuya had already forgotten about that comfort...

Adding dilemma to him as he felt uncomfortable and dizzy, he was disturbed but he's drained to exert himself an escape from this narrow disposition.

The slender long fingers reached Chuuya's chin tilting his face to look up and meet Dazai's bottomless orbs.
Dazai met again and clearly the azure, swirling with mixed emotions eyes of Chuuya, his face is obviously conflicted. Dazai can't help but grinned at the dreadful face of Chuuya, he would never get tired from seeing this expressive visage.

" What the hell.."
Chuuya's voice resonated threatening.

" Ne, Chuuya~ is your new flat spacious?"