Soukoku Oneshots.

If I cant kill you, I'll kill myself

Mafia boss Dazai Au, Ada Chuuya

"Dazai-san, this is the last one," Akutagawa said as he employed Rashoumon to trap Atsushi, who was currently complaining.

Higuchi stood faithfully at his side, as always.

Dazai, being the responsible Mafia boss he is, was engrossed in playing video games on his phone when he heard Akutagawa's report.

"Oh? So quick. Well... Good job. Don't kill them yet. Bring them back to our base; they would make a good bargaining chip."

As they were about to flee, a sudden gun pointed at him caught everyone off guard. Akutagawa's concern was palpable. "Dazai-san, watch out!"

Dazai's eyes closed into a smirk. "Ah, finally. I was wondering what it would take to draw you out... traitor."

With a flourish, Dazai revealed the person holding the gun: Chuuya.Chuuya's eyes bore a dangerous intensity. "Release my subordinates, or I won't hesitate to pull the trigger," he demanded, his grip firm on the gun.

Amusement danced in Dazai's eyes as he approached Chuuya, who stood with trembling hands. "Well, why don't you go ahead and do it?" His tone was taunting, a glint of mischief evident.Chuuya frowned, his resolve faltering as Dazai closed the distance between them. "Despite your interference with our operations, headquarters remains untouched. Even a fool would have caught on by now..."

A wicked smirk curved Dazai's lips as he locked eyes with Chuuya. "You simply... can't bring yourself to kill me." His confidence was unshakeable, a silent challenge hanging in the air.

Dazai's smirk faltered slightly at Chuuya's unexpected chuckle, a flicker of confusion dancing in his eyes. He had anticipated defiance, anger, perhaps even desperation, but not this subdued amusement.

"Interesting," Dazai murmured, his gaze narrowing as he studied Chuuya's expression.Chuuya's chuckle subsided, replaced by a steely resolve. "Oh well, you caught me, but let me tell you something interesting..." His voice took on a calculated edge, a hint of something deeper lurking beneath the surface.

The tension in the air thickened as Chuuya shifted the gun's aim from Dazai to himself. The metallic click of the weapon echoed in the silence, a stark reminder of the stakes at play.Dazai's breath caught in his throat as he watched the scene unfold before him, a myriad of emotions swirling within him—surprise, disbelief, and a hint of apprehension.

"This stupid game works both ways..." Chuuya's voice was steady, unwavering, as he held Dazai's gaze with an intensity that sent shivers down his spine.

For a moment, time seemed to stand still as Dazai processed Chuuya's words, his mind racing to comprehend the gravity of the situation. The weight of their tangled history hung heavy in the air, a silent testament to the complex web of emotions that bound them together.

Dazai's eyes widened in realization, a mix of fear and determination flickering across his features. "You wouldn't..." His voice trailed off, the unspoken question lingering between them like a shadow.

Chuuya's lips curved into a dark smile, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "I would," he replied, his tone laced with a chilling certainty. "So what's it gonna be? Let my subordinates go... or let me go, Mr. Mafia boss?"

The challenge hung in the air, a stark reminder of the choices that lay before Dazai—each one carrying its own consequences, each one irrevocably shaping the course of their fate.

Dazai's shoulders sagged as he released a long, heavy sigh, his gaze fixed on Chuuya with a mixture of resignation and exasperation. "The things you do to me, Chuuya..." His voice was laden with a weary acceptance, tinged with a hint of admiration for the other man's audacity.Despite the gravity of the situation, there was a flicker of amusement in Dazai's eyes, a testament to the twisted dance of their relationship—a constant push and pull of manipulation and mutual understanding.

" Akutagawa let him go."

Chuuya's lips quirked in response, a knowing glint in his eyes as he held Dazai's gaze with an unwavering intensity. "You always did have a knack for getting yourself into trouble, didn't you?" His tone was teasing, a subtle reminder of their shared history and the countless times Dazai had found himself at the center of chaos.

Dazai offered a wry smile in return, the corners of his lips quirking upward in a gesture of resignation. "It seems I can't help myself when it comes to you, Chuuya," he admitted, his voice tinged with a hint of self-deprecation.