Silver roses 【soukoku】

Chapter 24.

Dazai was seething by the time he was back. He'd just gotten off a horrid call with Mori, where he clearly specified that Mori better not do anything to Chuuya. 

Mori had just chuckled with amusement, and Dazai didn't have any leverage over that man. Yet. As soon as he got something he could use, he'd be done with it and then he'd go and beg Chuuya. He'd even get on his knees if he had to. 

Dazai spotted the rest of the group near the boarding counter, and saw Chuuya with a Starbucks cup. He smiled a little, and then cursed himself for smiling. 

He had to pretend that he hated Chuuya back. He wasn't sure if he could pretend if he and Chuuya fought again. In fact, he was sure that if Chuuya came and asked him again about that morning Dazai would just blab out everything. 

And that was scary. What the fuck was happening to him? 

He cleared his throat as he reached the group, pretending not to notice as Chuuya stiffened as Dazai noticed. "Yeah sorry. I have an emergency." He said, scratching his head awkwardly. 

"You have the bladder of a child." Kunikida said with disgust, as Dazai laughed again as joined him. 

He looked at Atsushi, deciding to just ask and get it over with. "Hey uh, Atsushi-kun." Dazai said, as the white-haired boy looked at him. "Would you uh, mind switching seats with me? I'm sitting next to Gin, and I know you're next to Akutagawa." 

Atsushi gave him a weird look. Before he could open his mouth, Dazai just added something. "I'm sorry please I can;t tell you why but I would really appreciate it." 

Atsushi sighed, as he said- "Fine. But now you owe me." He said, and Dazai was so glad he could almost kiss that weird haircut head of his. 

Dazai hummed as he boarded the flight. He vaguely heard some commotion behind since Chuuya had spilt his coffee on his boarding pass, and needed to be held back. Dazai didn't have to bothered about that. 

He reached the seat that was originally Atsushi's and sat down. It was near the window, so that was an applied bonus. Dazai pulled his hoodie up to cover his hair, as he peered outside the window, looking at the airport workers. 

He was in the middle of counting the window, as he felt the seat next to him press down, like someone had sat down on it. He had no effort to look at who it was, but instead continued his work of counting the windows on the other plane. 

It was only when they were about to take off, that Dazai went back and put on the seat belt, looking at his side to crack a joke to Akutagawa, that he realized. 

"You're fucking shitting me right now." Chuuya said, his eyes widening with surprise, while Dazai's mouth went dry. 

He opened and closed his mouth, multiple times, but couldn't say anything. Chuuya got up, and was about to go to another seat, but an airhostess interrupted him. "Excuse me sir. If you could please sit down." 

"Yes, but uh I need to uh talk to my friend back there." Chuuya said, his voice a bit aggressive. "I understand sir, but we're about to take off right now. Please sit back down, and you can talk to him after the flight is over." She said, and Chuuya looked at Dazai, then back at the airhostess. 

"Right. I'm sorry." He said, looking at his feet and then sitting down. 

Dazai felt stupid. Of-course Chuuya would've switched seats. He should've asked. Now he was stuck sitting next to the one person he wanted to avoid. 

His chest was feeling weird, and Dazai had a weird feeling that if he tried to talk, he'd just beg for Chuuya to forgive him. So he, very wisely, kept his mouth shut. 

Chuuya didn't talk either. Who would want to talk to someone like him anyway? 

'Barely a human.' 

Dazai closed his eyes. Maybe this was a bad dream, and nothing like this was happened actually. It was a dream,. A dream couldn't hurt him. 

When he opened his eyes, he could still see Chuuya's red hair from the corner of his eyes. Lord, that boy looked like a dream, for real. 

Dazai slapped himself mentally. No. He couldn't be thinking about Chuuya. He was already going insane. Anymore and he would be quite literally be in an asylum. Not a good look for someone who was planning to bring down his father, aka the most powerful person of Europe. 

What an amazing life. His kids would have such interesting bedtime stories, he felt jealous. 

Ok no, back to the topic at hand. Chuuya Nakahara. Fuck, Dazai wanted to kiss him again so bad. He sneaked a little peak at him from the corner of his eye. Chuuya's eyes were closed, and he looked like he was sleeping. 

Dazai zoned out, thinking about ways to get back at Mori, still looking at Chuuya. 

"If you've stopped eye-raping me again, I would like to actually sleep." Chuuya said, his eyes still closed. Dazai jumped at the sudden voice, his heart racing dangerously. 

"I-uh-yes." He said, very intelligently. Chuuya cracked open one eye, the ghost of a smile on his lips. For a glorious moment, it seemed like everything was fine, and maybe, it could've been. If only Dazai had shut up. 

"Chuuya I'm-" He got cut off by Chuuya, mid-sentence. "Don't. Dazai, I can't pretend to be all fine with you after a simple apology. And I don't expect you to be fine with me. Let's face it. We weren't going anywhere together. Instead of feeling bad about that, how about we be civilized?" He said, and Dazai could spot how Chuuya's breathing had increased. 

Ah, so talking to Dazai took a toll on him too. 

"How dare you! I'm always civilized, you monkey." Dazai said, with mock hurt in his voice. Chuuya snorted at his impression of a Britisher. "Oh yes, my dear fellow. Now let me sleep before I wack you with my monkey tail." He said, closing his eyes again. 

"Dazai Osamu, the great bitch who loves to play with people's feelings." Dazai's smile faltered, as Chuuya's words made their way back into his mind. 'It wasn't his fault.' Dazai said inside his mind, to no one in particular. 

Chuuya would've dated him, Dazai could see that from the way Chuuya had woken up. He knew Chuuya would've said yes, and that made it even worse. 

To know that Chuuya had felt something back, and Dazai had hurt him. 

They played at hearts as other children might play at ball; only, as it was really their two hearts that they flung to and fro, they had to be very, very handy to catch them, each time, without hurting them.

Dazai blinked, that line coming back to him. He was never good at sports. What he was good at was making people bend to his words. After all, he was Mori's son.

Author's note: 

I love those two who comment on my book ilysm <333