Silver roses 【soukoku】

Chapter 15.

11 hours. 

On a plane. 

With Dazai. 

Chuuya left like he was in a nightmare. 

He was expecting Dazai to be annoying like he always was. But he was really quite. 

So quite, that it was bothering Chuuya. "Ok spit it out." Chuuya said after 2 hours. Dazai looked at him in confusion. "You're being annoyingly quite. What're you up to? Did you put gum in my hair or something?" Chuuya asked, running his hand through the hair. 

Dazai gave him a small laugh. "C'mon now Chuuya. I'm not that bad. I just wanted to take a nap. So if you don't mind..." Dazai looked at him with expectant eyebrows. Chuuya blinked slowly. "Uh- I mean sure why not-?" He was still confused, but Dazai didn't seem to mind as he lay his head down and closed his eyes. 

The ride was relatively nice. Save for the Karen in the front that made a ruckus because she was allergic to groundnuts. While she took a packet of fucking groundnuts and attempted to die. Luckily for her the airhostess knew of her illness and made sure to wrestle them from her gasp before anyone was seriously injured and then half the ride got yelled at by the woman. 

Chuuya was pissed off from all the yelling. 

What really pushed him over the edge was when the women flicked the airhostess's hair. He decided to go to hell with being nice and say a few beautiful words to the woman herself. "Hey lady-" He'd started but was cut off. 

"People with wigs really need to the hell up before they attack someone else's hair, don't ya think?"  A lazy voice said from the back. 

Chuuya turned his head around to find Dazai, with a lazy smirk on his face. The plane was silent, as the lady went purple in her face and spat out, "Excuse me?" 

"I mean, It's ok if you're balding. But to take out your insecurity on someone who's just trynna do their job? Did your mother not love you enough?" He asked in a bored tone. 

The lady went violet now, while Chuuya stared at him with his mouth wide open. 

"You brat, one more word and I'll sue you for verbal abuse."

"What about the air crew that you just assaulted physically? Screw what the philosophers said, a knife ought to do more damage than words." He replied with a shrug. 

The lady was now practically foaming at the mouth. "Now here's what I think you should do. You should shut the fuck up and let people enjoy their flight. 11 hours on a plane is tiring enough with failed abortions like you who keep talking rubbish. If I was in her place I would've let you eat the groundnuts and die. Wasn't over population a threat either way? And please, do sue me. I'm sure Mori-san would be happier than ever to win another case in the case of his beloved son." Dazai said, a smile on his face. 

The lady's eyes now went wide. "M-Mori-san? You're his son?" She said, as a few other passengers turned their heads towards Dazai. 

And Chuuya's memory failed to assist him once again about who the fuck Mori was. The lady didn't say anything further and just sat down back in her seat, while the airhostess bowed a little to Dazai and walked back to her trolley and continued distributing the meals. 

"I thought you wanted peace and quite." Chuuya said to Dazai. 

Dazai popped open once of his eyes, and said, "I did. But it's always fun to argue with a random person and crush their self esteem. Especially when they're someone as annoying as her." Chuuya wasn't sure whether to laugh at that, or be concerned, so he just snorted in disbelieve. 

"What's the deal with this Mori person?" He asked instead. Dazai just hummed in response. "Better you not know." He said with a shrug. "You said you were his son." Chuuya said, still pushing. 

"Yes. And now I'm saying that you don't need to know. We aren't that close anyway." Dazai snapped at him, a wild look coming in his eyes. 

Chuuya felt anger rise in him. "You dickwad I'm not asking for your hand in marriage I was just asking who the fuck Mori was. And if you didn't want to talk you shouldn't have gotten up anyway. I would've handled it on my own." 

Dazai snorted again. "Like hell." 

"Kill yourself." 

They didn't speak after that. Of course they were used to having fights, and Chuuya would most probably forget about this. But it pissed Dazai off. 

Not that Chuuya had asked. Honestly it was his own fault for mentioning it either way. What pissed him off was the fact that Mori still had that big of an impact on him. He wasn't his legal guardian now. Odasaku was. Dazai would escape completely from the Ougai name if he could. But it was so tempting. 

No matter how much of a monster Mori was, his name held power. Power that Dazai craved so desperately. Power that would be his if only Mori died and Dazai beat Fyodor to it. 

He could have everything he'd dreamed of. 

He left a sharp prick of pain, and looked down to see his finger bleeding. He probably did that with all this scratching. Dazai looked to his left to see Chuuya concentrating on some game he was playing on his phone with his earphones tucked in. 

'I wonder what he'd think of me if I told him what I was.' He wondered, imagining Chuuya's reaction to his hell of a life. 

Chuuya raised his eyes to meet Dazai. They shot up in a questioning tone, but it looked like Dazai might be letting on more of his emotions that usual, because those eyes became some of concern. Dazai self-consciously moved his hands to his face, making sure he wasn't accidently bleeding or crying. 

Chuuya might observe better than Dazai thought, because he didn't ask anything. Didn't even say anything, only stuck out his tongue in a teasing manner and headed back to the game he was playing. 

'Maybe I could tell him.' Dazai thought, a little feeling of fear creeping in on his heart. 

Trust was fragile. And it needed to go both ways. If Dazai were to trust Chuuya, Chuuya needed to trust him back with something. Secrets weren't a thing to be borrowed and be returned the next day. His grave was going to sink to hell with the amount of secrets he held about himself, his past and his home. 

Chuuya couldn't possibly save him from his hell. After all, it was home by now. The demons were a lot more friendly than his memories, the shadows a lot more comforting than the light of the world that threatened to burn anyone who ventured out in it for long enough. 

Authors note: 

Yes.