His Red Silk - Soukoko story. (Bungo stray dogs)

Chapter 2 - Interlude.

A couple of empty cans lay scattered on the floor. Sitting amongst them on his regular stool was a lanky, teenage boy. He seemed to be busying himself by tying his bandages again, folding them around his arm more times then needed. Someone had asked to meet him here. The only other person who knew about this place. Seems he was back from his trip. Dazai thought. That only meant two things. One being his partner had returned from his trip abroad with new stories about the British and their classy way of life that he couldn't wait to share. The second being his trip went awful and he needed someone to rant too about how messed up he was. Either way, Dazai didn't have much on his end of the plate to talk about besides getting held for ransom by an enemy organisation and having his teammate at the time leave him to fend for himself out of fear. Either way, any story Chuya had to tell him would be so much better than whatever unfavourable moments Dazai had kept hold off. 

At least he hoped it would have been. Yet, when the small ginger made his way into the Arcade, Dazai fell short of breath. Not from the marvelous expression on his partners face, nor from the way he had succumbed to meeting him without a waistcoat or a jacket on either. Though that was another thing he noticed, Dazai had only fell short of breath as he spotted the look of pure disgust and annoyance plastered on his partners face. 

"I'm gonna do it. I swear on the God- damn bible, that man is dead meat!" He cursed, walking over to his usual spot, an empty stool right in front of Dazai's. He dragged it with such force, his ability left marks in the ground. Something about how rough he was being sent a shiver down Dazai's spine. None the less, he brushed it off and began asking his partner what the matter was. Scoffing as though he didn't already know, Chuya filled him in on what happened. "Ice-man is the closest out of us all to becoming an executive and he isn't letting up on me. Not like I want him to step aside and just let me win - I just, want him to make it easier. My competition isn't with him after all." He paused for a moment, before looking directly into Dazai's eye. The stare was so intense, Dazai wondered if the bandage around the other had come lose. A sly smirk played at Chuya's lips, making Dazai wonder if they had been here before. His voice wrapped and enticed itself around Dazai, pulling him in once again. "My competition is with you." 

The words traced in his mind. They danced around his brain, creating a fluttery feeling in his stomach. Challenge hey? Chuya Nakahara was really challenging him. "You know that I have already beat your sorry ass." Dazai dared to chuckle. Chuya frowned. 

"Why - because your just - Daddy's boy?" Chuya snickered as  Dazai grimaced a little on both the inside and out. 

"Mori is NOT my father." 

"Oh he so is ! Look at you two. You're practically the spitting image of one another." 

"No. I'm way cuter and can get more women at my young then he could his entire career." Dazai waved a hand dismissively, obviously making a light hearted joke. Yet something about it seemed wrong. Like Dazai was truly bothered by the statement. 

Chuya chuckled again. He chuckled to clear the air. he chuckled to play into Dazai's personality. He played to pretend he didn't see his eyes flicker with utter disgust. Yet, the comment seemed to continue. Chuya had built a rabbit hole of questions the pair of them couldn't get away from. 

"What would happen if we lost Mori ?" Dazai lowered his voice. "Like we lost the previous boss." Now it was Chuya's turn to shiver. He didn't want to think about it too much. Like yeah, it was a curious question. But one that not many people wanted the answer too. 

"Who would take over the port mafia. Would it be Hirotsu ?" Chuya asked. "Or Ice-man." The answer was obvious. It was so obvious that it was staring at Chuya in the face. A harsh look dawned over his eyes. It didn't need to speak up. It never did. As soon as his wine red eyes fell dark, Chuya knew the answer. When he verbally announced it, it came out as a whisper. "It's you." He said to Dazai. The lanky teen never confirmed nor denied this statement. There was no point. Who else would the port mafia go too ? Out of Mori's paranoia of being betrayed, the most reasonable solution would be to let Dazai - no. The most reasonable solution would be to force Dazai to take over as boss to protect Mori's secret and Legacy. Somehow, Chuya didn't need to be told this. He could already make sense of it with the way his eyes lowered. The bright spark they had flickered, causing Dazai to become startled. It was like someone turning the lights on after a movie. The magic seemed to be over. He reached forward, moving his hand up to meet the side of Chuya's face. With baited breath, he dared to try and hold it.