Abe peered over Chuuya's shoulder, teal eyes widening in surprise before both their heads turned towards the direction of the staircase. They looked at each other, Chuuya started to feel a sickly feeling rise to his throat at the sound of the backdoor opening and a languid laugh.
Abe looked at him, then towards the stairs and then back at Chuuya "I'll keep him away," he whispered, "you get your stuff and then get out of here."
Immediately they split ways, Chuuya wasn't an idiot to stick around and give Shirase a piece of his mind after he'd done Cocaine, most of the time it made people feel excited or confident, however, it made Shirase over-confident and when it came to Chuuya, he had a short fuse and made him believe he was in charge; that he held power over Chuuya.
In some ways, he did.
Abe rushed downstairs, trying to distract Shirase from the intruder in his room.
As Chuuya sifted through the room, glancing in every and all directions for anything, something, hoping to find any of his favorite clothes saved from Shirase's destructive powdery hands. All for naught.
Chuuya was so frantic about finding something in the wreckage that was his clothing, that he didn't notice the leftover residue of his burned t-shirt, he slipped slightly and quickly maneuvered his body so he fell on the edge of the bed, so as to not make any noise.
As he fell his feet came into view and the realisation set in. He'd taken his shoes off at the front door.
"Ahh, so the bitch in heat is back."
Chuuya looked up from where he was looking at his socks. He knew he should make a run for it but his body was frozen.
He heard Shirase's steps come up the stairs, they paused in periods, as he was most likely unable to walk straight while being high.
It was as Shirase was taking his last few steps that suddenly Chuuya sprung into action and by action, it was actually just an opportunity to stand up.
Shirase entered the room; he looked terrible, his eyes were bloodshot and sullen, yet somehow still managed to convey anger, despite the situation.
Chuuya looked at him with wide watery eyes "why....why would you do this?!"
The older shrugged nonchalantly "I warned you. You just didn't listen."
"You don't just burn my things! What fucking right do you have to tell me what to do?!" Chuuya pushed him and then took a step backwards "you-" Despite wanting to be strong, the tears that budded in his eyes managed to fall "you burnt all my favorite clothes- you-"
"Oh my god stop fucking bitching!" Shirase shouted expression that of an estranged man, "maybe if you didn't dress like that there wouldn't be a problem."
Chuuya looked at his outfit and then turned to Shirase "there's nothing wrong with the way I dress! If you think it's overly sexual then it seems like that's something you need to fix in that head of yours!"
The next move was far to quick for anyone to anticipate. Shirase sprung onto Chuuya in what felt like a blink, "you're the fucking problem-!" He tugged at Chuuya's clothes "you looking fucking disgusting, showing off your body like that! Like a slut," he tried pulling off Chuuya's other clothes.
Chuuya fought with him, slapping away Shirase's hands, the moment the moment came in contact with his body. He didn't mean to hurt him very much but Chuuya was a lot stronger than he anticipated. In a frenzy he punched Shirase straight in the side of the jaw, temporarily leaving the man stunned. He pushed Shirase to the side, attempting to sit up and get the fuck out of there.
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Clandestine
Fanfiction"Dazai has been in love with you since high school." Could it be that he... Had fallen in love with Dazai?
