You Don't Know Me.

Weak Smiles and Trapped Tears - Intro (edited 7/22/23)

Word count: idk man
Date: 6/25/23
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This is the end isn't it?

Was there even a beginning?

I guess that doesn't really matter.

Everything comes to an end.

The redhead struggled for a moment, attempting to open his eyes, yet only managing a weak squint.

Rolling over onto his side, his blue eyes desperately scanned the foggy battlefield, searching for brown.

His blood-stained arms were shaking as he propped himself up against a piece of scrap metal behind him, allowing his head to fall to the side from pure exhaustion.

His chest struggled to rise and fall, his breath was strained and raggedy.

The battlefield, was a junkyard on a harbor, right next to the ocean. The waves were clashing against each other and the wind was howling. His ears were most likely damaged, judging from the fact that the somewhat chaotic weather sounded muffled to him.

Despite that, he could clearly hear the voice calling out to him.

"Chuuya"

The sound was clear as day. It was a comforting sound, he yearned for it.

More.

The voice drew nearer, growing panicked and repetitive.

"Chuuya!" Dazai yelled, searching for his red-headed partner.

As he rounded the corner of a pile of junk, he caught a glimpse of the shade of ginger he was looking for. He was about to call out to his partner, but his voice caught in his throat as he saw the state of the smaller man.

Oh.

His stomach sank and his body felt weak, a feeling that was completely unfamiliar to him.

He wasn't sure if he was more shocked by Chuuya's condition, or by how he felt at that moment. More than that, the fact that he even could feel.

"Hey" Chuuya choked out, flashing a weak grin at the taller man.

Dazai snapped out of his thoughts, running to Chuuya's side and examining his injuries.

"What're you doing?" Chuuya chuckled, earning a sharp pain in his ribs.

Dazai looked the man in the eyes, dumbfounded by his calm demeanor.

"I'm checking how bad your injuries are." He stated plainly, continuing on to unbutton Chuuya's vest, and wincing at the blood staining the white shirt underneath it.

Chuuya caught his arm, looking him in the eyes. "Stop it already and listen to me." Chuuya snarled.

Dazai pulled his arm out of Chuuya's grasp, reaching to unbutton Chuuya's shirt.

Chuuya grabbed his jaw, forcing Dazai to look him in the eyes.

"Osamu, listen to me."

Dazai's face relaxed at the use of his given name. He didn't know why, but he finally gave in to his partner's pleas and let go of his shirt.

Chuuya smiled softly at this, releasing Dazai's chin and pushing himself up a bit more.

"It's over, it's time for me to go, I got infected. I want you to listen carefully to my last words."

Dazai scoffed and rolled his eyes at this. He proceeded with unbuttoning Chuuya's shirt and slid it down the man's shoulders. He scanned the smaller man's torso. His heart sank at the sight of a deep wound on his upper waist that was scarily close to his ribs, the blood leaking out.