Soukoku Oneshots

His Beautiful Rage

It was a familiar thing, one that was as normal to Dazai as the sun or moon. The tainted yelling, the fury in those ocean eyes, even the punches that were thrown with little remorse making colorful bruises bloom under his pale skin. Dazai would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy it.

Fitting that it was happening again, this time over something Dazai couldn't even remember, although more than likely it was harsh words that hit a bit to close to home. That's the way the two were, they shoved and pushed until the worst was brought out in each other. It was refreshing to Dazai after being trapped in a cycle of deception and fake pleasantries to be able to see someone's true colors so easily. Chuuya was an open book and Dazai took great pleasure in reading him.

"Your such a fuckin-"

"Cunt?"

Chuuya screamed in frustration as Dazai chuckled, his spot on Chuuya's couch so far going undisturbed.

"Fuckin manipulating asshat!" Chuuya yelled back, his eyes closed, hiding the stormy blue from Dazai.

He shrugged, still ruminating curious thoughts in his mind. Chuuya had a street accent from his time with the Sheep. It only came out when he was angry. In an odd way Dazai found the improper accent quite intriguing. It was a shame he 'fixed' it once being put under the Port Mafia's care.

The redhead was standing still at the moment, something Dazai wasn't used to seeing. Chuuya would fight and pace but almost never stand still. His partner was a constant whirl of motion, a tornado that dragged Dazai in.

Chuuya's eyebrows were scrunched together and his eyes were still closed, his long freakishly eyelashes brushing flushed cheeks. His lips were parted ever so slightly revealing clenched teeth underneath their soft pink flesh. It went without saying that Dazai had always found the ugliness in people attractive. To him Chuuya was the prettiest when he was consumed with rage.

A long sigh was drawn out from the redheads lips as Dazai's observation ended. "I can see you staring bastard."

Silently cursing himself for relaxing enough to slip up Dazai smiled. "Really, I would have thought you were too blind to see much of anything."

A hand clenched and unclenched by Chuuya's side as his eyes opened and he walked towards Dazai much like a predator would stalk its prey. One hand fisted in Dazai's rumbled collar, still stained with the coppery scent from the nights work. Slowly Chuuya leaned his face in, almost looking as if he enjoyed the way Dazai's eyes were blown out with a morbid excitement.

"You are a bastard Osamu, the lowest scum to walk this earth and yet you try to write yourself off as not human to take the blame away." Dazai felt as if he was he was being poked from all in angles in a somewhat prickly sensation. He yearned to hear was would come out of Chuuya's pretty little mouth next.

"Step up, because you are more human then the rest of us are so step for your actions..., asshole," Chuuya spat out quietly.

Chuuya seemed to be done but his hand stayed where it was, one knuckle just barely brushing Dazai's collarbone. Dark blue eyes bore into him, staring into the depths of Dazai's twisted soul. The quiet anger was new to Dazai but he could feel it envelope him in a burning blanket as he saw in from the slight tremble in Chuuya's hand to the rage swimming in the scrutinizing eyes. There was only one thought on Dazai's mind.

"I love you..."

Dazai didn't even realized he said it until Chuuya was pulling away and winding up for a punch that had the left side of his face already starting to swell. Out of instinct Dazai clutched his face, panicking at the thought of what he had so foolishly let slip through the cracks on his mask.

Chuuya stood in front of him, his head down and body heaving up and down with every labored breath.

Stepping forward Chuuya leaned in again and quickly before Dazai would see the indecision that hung in his eyes he pressed his lips against Dazai's. Eagerly Dazai returned the gesture, the kiss becoming sloppy as he desperately pushed closer.

A strong hand weaved it's way into his tangled mess of brown curls and yanked his head back, all the while harsh lips crushed against him in a rage filled passion.

Dazai made a small noise in the back of his throat as Chuuya pulled away, releasing his death grip on Dazai's hair. He already missed the rage that drove the kiss and in a small act of want he grabbed Chuuya's arm, pulling the other in closer.

"I still hate you ya know," Chuuya whispered, the words holding all the right malice to make Dazai's heart pound like a rabid animal in a cage.

The only thing Dazai could do was nod mumbling a half hearted agreement under his breath.

Chuuya's anger was beautiful to Dazai and this new side trumped all the others he had seen. This was his favorite of Chuuya's anger. The passionate rage. Dazai decided he didn't mind if he let a secret slip. If it led to this then maybe Dazai would provoke his beautiful partner into this more often.