Dazai Osamu x Chuuya Nakahara Fanfiction Book

Someday Down the Road I Hope to be Your Romeo

Dazai always fancied the old English in literature works.

Specially those that belonged to Shakespeare; his works were something worth more than words. Worth more than a stage play and more than a book. He always loved finding the meaning in stories, even if they were always blatantly obvious. The way a human could spread a message in a short story was such a beautiful talent to him, a talent he wished to one day have. But he knows too well that he'll never acquire such nice things.

One of Dazai's favorite inside jokes is quoting Shakespeare to his closest friends. Such as Atsushi, to teach the young fellow wisdom he will simply quote the old white author. "Have more than you show, speak less than you know." - said by the Fool to King Lear. It's one example of what he says to his subordinate.

"Hey, midget!" Dazai yelled down the road.

Chuuya approached him cautiously, a confused look on his face. "What is this about? Why did you bother asking me to meet you?"

Dazai had a dorky smile on his face, one that he knew was idiotic and heart warming. "Would you spare time for your favorite person and come to a showing tonight?"

Chuuya scoffed. "As if. What's in it for me?"

"A free meal, free Shakespeare tickets, and a nice night out."

"Sounds absolutely terrible. Why didn't you just ask me over the phone? I'll have to pass, shitbag—" He starts to walk away but a hand on his chest stops him, along with what looks like two slips of paper.

"Just think about it." Dazai said, pressing them into his chest. "Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say Goodnight till it be morrow." He winks.

"We'll be seeing each other tonight, asshole. And why quote Romeo and Juliet? Julius Caesar fits it better."

"You know that one is my least favorite..."

"Yeah cause you're a damn fool and coward. See ya tonight." With that, Chuuya leaves him.

Those words were harsh, but never the less truth. Julius Caesar is a play about conquering death. Dying a death that's not cowardly but for the people you love. Not having a fear of the unknown but conquering it with love for your family and loved ones.

That's the opposite of who Dazai is. Or at-least, who Dazai is trying not to be.

Dazai and Chuuya see the play Romeo and Juliet later that evening, playing in the Grand Theatre in downtown Yokohama. It wasn't a fancy play, but it was the best Dazai could afford. Chuuya would never buy them tickets to go see a play, even if he has a bank account ten times larger than the average citizen. More specifically, he wouldn't, "waste his precious fortune on a bandage-wasting mackerel."

When the two main characters are in their climactic scene, Dazai turned to Chuuya. The ginger is focused on the actors sprawled out on the pavement, a lovers suicide. It's funny, Dazai thinks. As a mafia executive, Chuuya murders innocents upon innocents. He has no taste for death. He respects the dead, but it doesn't make him emotional.

Yet, Dazai can see right here, right now, Chuuya is actually upset.

Two actors who are paid to pretend, who are clearly still breathing on the stage above, made a mafia executive feel sad.

Dazai let's out a giggle by accident, causing Chuuya to turn his head towards him.

"The hell are you staring at?" He snaps.

"Hey, Chuuya." Dazai says, his hand resting on his shoulder. "Someday down the road, I hope to be your Romeo."

Chuuya stares into the other's eyes for a few seconds too long, and Dazai can see the pink spreading across his pale cheeks— even in the dark room.

Chuuya quickly turns his attention back to the stage, pulling his hat down to cover him. "Whatever."

Dazai smiled as the curtains came to a close.