His Servant, His Friend, His Lover.

Chapter 4

Time has passed. Maybe even hours, Chuuya didn't know, he was too awestruck to care.

He is still laying on the bed, he hasn't moved at all from his spot, Dazai had left him in. Maybe a few centimeters, give or take. It's not his fault though.

He's thinking about Dazai the whole time and how pretty he looks. His brown hair and rather Dead-Velvet Eyes. He was tall, taller than Chuuya. That didn't mean he was stronger than Chuuya, Chuuya was rather muscular while Dazai was more on the lanky and slim side. He had a slim waist and rather beautiful long legs-

-There is a knock, pulling him out of his thoughts.

"Who is it?" Chuuya demanded to know.

"It's me" The familiar soft Voice from Dazai answerd.

"Come in."

The door opened and the brunet walked through, he closed the door behind him and turned to face Chuuya.

"It's afternoon, I heard you haven't left your room and you haven't eaten anything. Go eat something." He scolded like a Parent would scold their child.

Chuuya just snorted. "I'm not hungry if you occupy my thoughts."

It was Dazais turn to snort. "That was rather cheesy, go eat."

Chuuya rolled his eyes.

He genuinely didn't feel hungry, but Dazai was right, he hadn't eaten the whole morning.

"Tell you what, if you come here I'm going to go eat. Deal?" He tried to negotiate with Dazai.

Dazai simply raised an eyebrow. "You don't think I'm a dumbass, do you? If I go there you will grab me and pull me with you into bed."

Chuuya groaned "I shouldn't underestimate you, should I?"

"You shouldn't."

Chuuya patted the spot next to him.
"Come here? At least for a few minutes?"

"..."

"Please?"

"Fine." Dazai sighed and walked over to Chuuya. As soon as the ginger got a hold of Dazai he pulled him down onto the bed and layed on Dazais chest, wrapping his arms around Dazai's waist. Dazai just placed his hands on Chuuyas shoulders, but he didn't complain.

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Sometime passed again, they just cuddled close to each other, being in their own little bubble where no one can find them, until Dazai spoke up and broke that bubble. "Can you go eat now?"

Chuuya just groaned and snuggled himself closer "Too comfortable."

Dazai scoffed. "You are going to eat, now."

Chuuya rolled his eyes but complies and stands up. He reaches his hand out for Dazai to take. Dazai places his rather soft hand onto Chuuyas rough one and stood up.

"I'm only gonna eat if you join me"

Dazai's eyes widened a little but he covered it up quickly, that didn't mean Chuuya didn't notice.

He noticed a lot that Dazai covered up his emotions and there is a thrill for Chuuya in finding his small reactions that Indicate Dazai's real emotions. He wanted to see more.

"I can't, it's the royal table, I'm only a servant."

"I know, that's why I want you to eat with me."

Again, Chuuya got the same reaction like before but this time it was more obvious that Dazais eyes widened.

"Besides, you could use some food in that skinny body of yours." Chuuya scolded, taking the same tone Dazai did when he scolded the redhead.

Dazai still hesitated but in the end, he eventually nodded.

Chuuya smiles and drags Dazai outside. The dinner should be happening outside in one of the many gardens the Nakahara family has, so they head exactly there.

As Chuuya and Dazai went outside, they were met with the shining Sun, illuminating the Shadows of the different Royals who sat on the table. Their personal servants stood next to them, ready to take orders if their Master has told them to do something.

Chuuya sat down at the end of the table, he picked up the folded napkin and placed it onto his lap.

He may be spoiled and rude to others but he still had manners. His old mentor had shown him the basics of how to act as an Royal and it was quite helpful. There were times where he failed extremely and he had to get punished. One of the reasons scars are scattered around his arms and chest, he never did those on purpose, it was just a form of discipline. It helped kinda realize his mistakes, yet it was painful. Not a good form on how to discipline a child.

Chuuya realized Dazai just stood behind him like all the other servants. "Sit." He commanded not leaving room for debates, but Dazai seemed to have other plans.

"But this is the royals table, I'm not allowed to sit here. I'm just your personal servant."

Chuuya rolled his eyes. "I swear to God if you don't sit down I will force you down here."

Dazai's eyes scattered around the table, looking for anyone watching them and he was immediately met with a- no- pairs of eyes. There were some People (mostly Servants) avoiding eye contact because it would be awkward.

"Uhm- Your Highness-" His sentence got cut off.

"This is the royal table and I'm a royal telling you to sit. You have my permission." Chuuya was determined to bring Dazai to sit down.

Not wanting to cause a scene in front of Royals who could fire him, Dazai sat down.

Chuuya grinned with victory.

Lucky Bastard got his way.

Dazai looks around, he sees different eyes looking at the young Adults. The whole table didn't understand why Chuuya was so nice to Dazai even though the redhead isn't showing any form of respect to the other servants, but the main problem in their minds was:

'Why did a Royal let a servant sit on the Royals Table?'

It was unacceptable and rather unheard. A Royal letting his Personal Servant sit next to him at the Royal table? Wait scratch that- Chuuya Nakahara letting a servant sit next to him?

That was more unheard off.

While Dazai inspected the eyes, Chuuya didn't seem to care, he just picked up the knife and fork, took a bite and gestured to Dazai to do the same.

Dazai averted his eyes from the People and looked at Chuuya. He rolled his eyes but complied and began eating the food on his plate.

Every bite he took the eyes followed his movements. They even forgot to eat their own food. It was a funny sight, to say the least.

After both Chuuya and Dazai finished their food (well- Dazai only ate a quarter of his and Chuuya tried to squeeze in more) they stood up without muttering a single word and left. Dazai just bowed to the royals and walked behind Chuuya like a lost kitten.

He quickly steps in the same pace as Chuuya walked- not that it was hard, Dazai's long legs helped a lot instead of Chuuya's short ones- he groaned loudly at Chuuyas stubbornness.

He could see the grin Chuuya was trying to hide but didn't desire to comment on it.