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

Chapter 3

Warning : Sexual content.... 

His hands began to ache. Wonder filled his mind as he considered how much longer he was willing to stay put for. Chuya might not even be in the building at this point. In the past he never was in the main building, he was always off, doing his own thing somewhere else. They'd only ever get the chance to stop one another in the hallways or in a spare room for a couple of moments. Now, he was being forced to wait here, in a dreaded room, for his old partner to show his face. That's all he was relying on. All he needed was to see Chuya and he'd be able to piece everything together. He frowned as he thought about seeing him again. He owed him too many things that he feared he was going to be able to give him. An explanation was one of them. 

Before he got another word in, a shadow fell at the beginning of his feet. A man in a heavy coloured coat appeared at the top of the staircase, dusting down his jacket as he made his appearance. Dazai traced the shadow to the top step with baited breath. Stood before him was the one person he wished would and wouldn't show. Not knowing what to expect, he found Chuya looking back to him. Considering their height difference, standing on these stairs gave the smaller man the perfect opportunity to stare his partner down. He took one look at the state his partner was in as a malice smirk crept onto his face. He was clearly enjoying the view before him, buying into the thought of holding a helpless ex-executive hostage. For a moment, Dazai felt angered by this. He didn't like the idea of giving Chuya a victorious moment, in fact, thinking of him bragging about it made him shiver. "Oh awful. Just awful." He clearly stated. His dreadful frown made it's way to meet Chuya's cocky gaze. There was a certain light in the hall behind them that helped highlight his features perfectly - or there was just a glint in Chuya's eyes. A strong glint, like when a child looks at their favourite thing. It made Dazai fight a smile. For some reason, he hadn't taken off his jacket yet. Whenever they used to meet, Chuya wouldn't' spend five minuted with his jacket on his shoulders but now it sat perfectly, covering his delicate frame. Yet, it wasn't the only thing he was keeping on display. On his shoulders sat a scarf of some kind. It became a tinted red as Chuya descended the stairs, turning the material into some sort of silk. Dazai wondered what it was as He watched as Chuya became shorter make his way towards him. Dazai wanted to tell Chuya to take a step back so he could take a look at it a little closer. But no matter how much he tried squinting, frowning, leaning - the scarf stayed a mystery. Though with the way it sat, it brought a feeling of dread within his stomach. As Chuya spoke, Dazai tried not listening to his voice. It was captivating, drawing him in, forcing him to listen to the empty threats he posed. Right now, he didn't need to be distracted, he needed to figure out the mystery of this item. Yet the more Chuya baffled, the more difficult a task that became.

"I'm so happy right now - I could strangle you to death." His angelic threat reached Dazai. Chuya had stopped only minutes away from him, a hand on one of his perfectly rounded hips. His usual smirk was still sitting on his face. For a moment, looking at made Dazai forget about the stage he was performing on. 

"Well, you've still got quite the mouth on you - don't you ?" Dazai tried to chuckle. 

Chuya scoffed, "You really do still wanna die don't you ?" He threatened, hoping it would shut him up. He continued talking yet Dazai wasn't listening. He kept his eyes locked onto Chuya's scarf the entire time, ignoring him completely. He was only translating a few of the words Chuya was saying to him whilst the rest where redirected by his attention to the scarf. In this light, it was a bright red, that shimmered in the tinted glow of the room. "Mhm." He found himself blindly agreeing with Chuya's statement. 

This caused Chuya to take a pause. "You could've at least tried to convince me, instead of blindly agreeing." Dazai titled his head for a moment, wondering what he had just agreed too.  Probably nothing important if it came from Chuya's mouth. They both studied one another in the silence.