Soukoku Mini Stories

Blood falling out of your nose and I'm wondering, "How?" (Story 61)

In this AU, Chuya is a paramedic and Dazai is a hospitalist at the Yokohama Hospital. Dazai is not a part of the Detective Agency. 

Chuya and his coworker rushed into the emergency hospital entrance, "Over here!" The coworker shouted, Dazai and other doctors ran over and took over the patient, "What do we have?" A doctor asked, "Kyle Thompson, age twenty-three. A single gunshot wound to the chest. He lost a lot of blood." "Got it." The doctors took him to the surgery room, Dazai stayed behind and looked at Chuya, "Got a problem?" Chuya hissed, "No, I just haven't seen you before. Are you a rookie?" Dazai asked, "Yeah, just started today in fact."

"I see, I'm Osamu Dazai. A pleasure to meet you." Dazai held out his hand, Chuya looked at his hand and shook it, "You look like you got something on your mind. Is it about Kyle? He's in good hands if you worried about him-" "No, I'm not worried. I think the Port Mafia attacked him." Dazai fell silent, Dazai dealt with a lot of patients that have been shot, wounded, stabbed, etc by the Port Mafia.  "I see." "Chuya Nakahara by the way." "Oh, what a gorgeous name." Dazai teased, "Shut it." "Well, we'll probably be running into each other a lot. So ill see you around!" "Sure." Chuya waved and left with his co-work. That was the start of their relationship.

Two months passed by, and it was winter time in Yokohama, snow drizzling out of the skies, cool crisp air blowing in people's hair. Dazai and Chuya bumped into each other almost daily, Dazai would always tease Chuya, and Chuya gave him a nickname, Mackeral. December seventh, it was nighttime out. The skies were dark but the snow was lightly falling. 

Dazai was working a night shift, the emergency entrance opened up, and two paramedics wheeled in a gunshot victim, "Name: Jax Moral, age twenty-five. Two gunshot wounds to his chest. Looks like a Port Mafia hit." Doctors took over the victim wheeling him into the surgery room, "Thanks Kristy, by the way, does Chuya not work night shifts?" Dazai questioned Chuya's co-worker, "No he doesn't. He works a second job during the night." "Oh! I see." They waved their goodbyes to each other, Dazai sighed to himself, "A second job, what on earth could that slug be doing?"

"Look asshole, I don't want to hurt you or your stupid gang members. Just tell me where these drugs are located and ill let you go." Chuya pressed his foot against a tied-up victim's stomach, "Ow ow ow!" He shirked in pain, "I'll tell you!" "Good. Start talking." Chuya quickly wiped out his knife pressing it against the man's neck, "The drugs are being stored in an abandoned warehouse in downtown Yokohama okay!? Let me go!" The man shouted, "Hmm." Chuya got up and called his boss, "Mori, sir. The victim says the drugs are in a downtown abanded warehouse. Yeah...Okay, ill be on my way then."

Chuya hung up his phone putting it back in his coat pocket, "I'll spare your life today, but tomorrow you may not be so lucky." Chuya walked up the stairs leaving the Port Mafia's secret basement. Chuya was on his way to the abandoned warehouse, he used his gravity manipulation ability to bust down the warehouse's door. He saw piles and piles of illegal drugs in the back of the warehouse, "Holy shit." He took a step inside, the lights turned on. "Get him!" A man shouted, before Chuya could react, a knife impaled his gut. "Son of a bitch!" He tore the knife out and threw it across the room.

He used his gravity ability to kill all the gang members surrounding him. "Gah." He put his hand over the stab wound, he was losing a lot of blood. He called his boss, "Boss, the drugs are here. The enemy has been taken care of, send Black Lizard to this location to get the drugs." "Of course." Mori spoke, and Chuya hung up, "Shit." He looked at his hand which was covered in crimson blood. He knew what he had to do. He managed to get on his motorcycle and drive himself to the hospital.

He parked his bike and stumbled into the hospital, he walked through the doors still clenching onto his stab wound. "Get me help, please." He mumbled, his face growing pale. "Doctors!!" A nurse from behind the contour shouted. Dazai and other doctors rushed into the lobby, "Chuya!?" Dazai picked him up placing him on a stretcher, "Dazai?" Chuya's vision was blurry, he couldn't make out the figure next to him. "Chuya, it is me. Your gonna be okay." Dazai tried to comfort him before Chuya could respond, but he fell unconscious. "Shit, shit, shit!" Dazai shouted, "We're losing him!"

Chuya's eyes fluttered open, he looked around seeing a beeping heart machine, two IVs in his arms, and himself in a hospital gown. "Finally you're awake, sleeping beauty." Dazai got up from the chair next to Chuya and sat on the end of the hospital bed. "Dazai? What are you doing here?" "You walked into the hospital with a stab wound Chuya. You could have died." The memories flooded back into Chuya's head, he remembered what happened to him.

"Oh...yeah." "Oh yeah? Chuya, what the hell happened?" Dazai looked at the male, and Chuya looked at him, his expression saddened. "Chuya, how the hell did you get stabbed? What happened?" A single tear dripped down Chuya's cold cheek. "I'll tell you everything." Dazai raised an eyebrow, "I'm a part of the Port Mafia. My older brother forced me to join, I had no choice, no voice. I couldn't object. I wish I could but I can't. They use me for my ability, they do not care if I get hurt on the job they only care about my ability. That's what the boss and my brother want." Dazai was stunned by the information, he gently placed his hand on Chuya's hand.

"I've been working in the Mafia since I was a kid. You have no idea how badly I want out of that hellhole." Tears started streaming down Chuya's cheek, "Chuya..." "Please, please save your pity Dazai. I don't need it." Chuya gave him a reassuring smile. "I will get you out of the Port Mafia." Dazai's tone was cold, yet compassionate. Chuya's eyes widen, and he looked up at him, "You...You are gonna get me out of the Mafia?" "Yes, Chuya I will." "I don't think you can." "I can, and I will. I promise Chuya." Dazai intertwined their hands together, and Chuya felt his cheeks heat up. "You...Promise?" "I promise, Chuya."