I want to be an idle teen.

10.Instead of being sixteen

"No." Chuuya growled as he crossed his arms angrily and stared at Dazai, with rage clear on his face.

A beat of silence.

"Chuuya, I'm not asking. " The man smiled in turn, after that beat, making him stare blankly at the numb look that the man had on his face.

"I am not letting you punish my subordinate."

The facade dropped even further at his words.

"He needs to learn." Dazai sighed, as he crossed his arms, looking down at Chuuya and making his blood boil. "You and I both know he won't survive long if he continues like this."

And that was true, even though he hated to admit it.

This time, their issues were easily resolved. This time, they were lucky that the dispute was about one of their own members with the ADA, who were their partners. The next time…

The people they would have to deal with won't be so kind. Atsushi might not make it back alive from a mission.

"Besides, I wouldn't be the one punishing him, technically."

"Yeah, you bastard, you'll be making me break him. What if he quits?" The redhead glared, as he slammed his hands against his desk.

"He won't." Dazai assured.

"How are you so damned sure, huh?" The executive let out a breath, as he ran his fingers through his hair, hat sliding down the silky smooth hair. "Ain't you just all knowing." He felt angry. "You already knew how everything would pan out, didn't you?" Chuuya absolutely despised how Dazai was always a step ahead, always scheming, hated the way that his long friend, coworker and maybe biggest enemy continuously left him and everyone else out of the loop, hated how he took everything on his shoulders and crumbled beneath the pressure, letting Chuuya only having to deal with the consequences, when everything could've been fucking prevented in the first place.

"That's why you wanted him to work for us." The realization has been there ever since he saw the strange glint in Dazai's eye once they saw the headlines about a damned weretiger harassing people in downtown Yokohama.

"He's here to replace Kyouka, who you already knew would be a lost cause."

The way those brown eyes swirled told him enough.

"So why is this a part of your grand plan too, aye?" He couldn't help but growl, as he leaned back in his chair and threw his feet up on his desk, uncaring about the numerous documents beneath.

"Are you trying to make him hate me, goddamnit?!"

"So that's what this is about. I know that the things we found out about him hit close to home, but you and I both know that what I'm doing is for his own good." For his own good. Right. "You also know that this is nothing compared to what he did to us. "

Something about that made his control over the Tainted Sorrow slip.

"Are you comparing yourself to that fucker again, Osamu? Really ?" The redhead found himself yelling, angrily.

"Of course it's nothing like what he's done to us! And it shouldn't be." He growled as he grabbed his, by now, floating wine, while Dazai simply stared at him through thick dark lashes.

"He fucking traumatized us, Dazai, and I wouldn't wish that up on my worst fucking enemy." The man in question bit his lip as he listened, and they both knew that they were close to breaking out in an actual argument.

"Do you see how Akutagawa turned out under your treatment though? While you were like him ?" The mention of the boy made Dazai's expression darken. Dazai fucked the kid up to the point of no return. And they both knew that.

"I'm working on fixing him." His friend let out through grit teeth, watching him with a dangerous glint. "You need to separate yourself from him as much as possible." Chuuya reminded.

"I don't want to see you continue the cycle more than you already did."

And that vicious cycle he was talking about was the one of abuse.

"From him, to you, from you to Akutagawa, who took every bit of it out on Kyouka." Akutagawa wasn't always the heartless bastard that he turned to today. He was a sweet, scared boy when he first arrived at the mafia. Fucked up little kid, left on the harsh streets of Yokohama's worst Neighborhood with a young, young little girl to take care of. Him and his sister had no other option, much like everyone else from around here.

And Dazai, under Mori's constant abuse, turned into an abuser himself. His treatment of the boy was nothing short of harsh, was disturbing even to young Chuuya, who somehow , through everything managed to keep a bit of his morality in tact, managed to sympathize and feel the pain of everyone around him, which was devastating in on itself, which brought him to the brink of goddamn insanity.

"Nobody's at fault here." The redhead spoke, a bit more calmly, as he noticed the suffocating self hatred oozing off of his friend. "We just need…to stop it from going any further."

The man in front of him was visibly upset by his words, but he didn't give a damn.

"We need to fucking preserve our members, Dazai. I'm done with abusing kids, like we were abused."

"I'm not going to abuse him. But I am going to punish him. Either with, or without you. I know he can handle it." His boss ordered, with a cold look, as he sat down on one of Chuuya's chairs, face unreadable.

"Put more faith in him."

"The problem is that I have lost faith in you . Ever since Oda," Before he could finish his sentence, a bullet flew by his head and left his ears ringing.

" Don't. " The brunet spoke, a numb expression painting his face, as his finger itched to get back to the trigger and shoot again.

He bit his tongue.

The slip of a tongue was a big mistake on his part.

" Fine. But…I'm only agreeing to this, this one time." The executive sighed, as he downed the glass of wine in his hold.

For Atsushi's own good and his friend's own slipping grip on sanity, he would agree to this.

But the punishment, to him, was far from fair.

END
[OF CHAPTER 10]

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RAN-
Dazai's boutta feel REALLY sorry, don't worry lmao