Soukoku oneshots

。｜a match made in hell｜。💙

Tw: swearing

Idk bro it's late I'm tired 🤷‍♀️

3rd: person:

Soukoku.

Two half's to a whole.

One soul in two body's.

Fighters.

Partners.

Lovers.

Double black was in fact the strongest duo ever. With Chuuya's corruption and Dazai's nullification ability the two where almost unstoppable. They were a perfect match. Yes they bickered, a lot. For people that where supposed to be partners who trusted each others lives with, they bickered and fought everyday. You could almost never find the two not fighting. But every once and a while the two would be calm, they would put away their pride, and sometimes crazy things would happen.

15:

The two had been in Dazai's office, sitting around not really doing anything. It was.. comfortable silence, you could say.

The two boys had just been gone on a mission and were exhausted. Dazai was sitting in his chair, leaning backwards slightly, the chair twisted ever slightly sideways. The chair was leaning back enough to stay balanced, but not enough that he would stay upright, at least with a good shove. Chuuya was sitting on Dazai's desk, legs open facing the opposite wall, arms laying inside his legs lazily. His head was tilted to the ceiling tracing animals and shapes into the many cracks and holes.

Dazai had discarded his coat to the chair just ajar to the side of the large desk, hair messy and tangled, but was to lazy to fix it. Chuuya had thrown his jacket on the ground too tired to try to pick it up, his hat though, was placed carefully on the desk and was adjacent to his leg. He would never, no matter how tired, throw his hat to the ground. Chuuya's hair was horrific, the ponytail it had been in was hanging on for dear life, pieces of his hair stuck out in all ways, along with the front bit's laying by his ears. His hair had been grabbed during the mission, making his scalp throb with pain.

Kouyou had been walking along the long hallway admiring the cleverly built building. Long wooden pillars that had embroidered ends on both top and bottom, the long red carpet with the tiny black detailing that was in the middle of the hallway. The floors underneath the carpet where a dark wood polished and shined so you could see your reflection. The hallway a was pretty much silent, only the light echoing of her shoes could be heard.

She had been walking to find the two boys, mostly Chuuya but she needed Dazai as well.

Once she had gotten to the office she had knocked. Once. Twice. Three times. The door hadn't been opened, so she waltzed in by herself.

"Dazai-kun why didn't you ope-"

She had started, closing her eyes and shaking her head before opening them and looking up to see the boys in peaceful silence. Her eyes widened in shock to see the two silent, everyone in the port mafia knew that the two could never stop bickering. So to see them alone, sitting quietly, shocked the women. She smiled lightly, quietly making her way to the boy sitting on the desk. The two had been so tired that they hadn't heard the few knocks coming from the now open door. Kouyou tapped on the red head, startling the poor boy to which he turned around, fist ready to punch whoever had touched him. As he regained his senses he realized that he was about to bunch his ane-San, immediately stopping an inch or two from her face.

"Well hello to you too Chuuya dear."

She responded quickly, as Chuuya quickly removed his hand mumbling a quick and quiet hello back.