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The Bad Day

Silence, blessed silence.

With the amount of psychopathic nuts the Port Mafia employed there was a chance as slim as Dazai actually succeeding in killing himself that there was ever peace and harmony and more importantly silence in the mansion slash top notch safe house the Mafia owned.

This slim as hell chance was right now and Chuuya would not dare to do anything to disturb this heavenly moment.
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o suicide freak slash partner slash bane of his existence with his rambling about a beautiful suicide and the perfect girl he needed for this, no lemon obsessed bomber – seriously? Lemons? The Port Mafia really did employ lunatics! - and no doggie apprentice with mood swings who'd destroy property on a whim was around right now.
Just Chuuya, the really comfy couch he was lying on and a bottle of red wine. Absolutely perfect.
Oh, and Kou, but she was at least silently working on a miniature kimono and had the grace to shut up.
Where was he? Ah yeah, it was perfect and nothing would disturb him right now. His next mission was scheduled for the day after tomorrow so he had no responsibilities at all right now, safe for getting as drunk as possible.
 
A loud crashing sound shattered all his dreams of a peaceful day and getting drunk off his ass without disturbance. He really should've known, like he said, lunatics.
The crashing and banging sounds increased in volume, the walls slightly shaking, so the culprit was coming nearer and... crash!!
Did this bastard just destroy the main room's wall?!
Indeed, there was a lurking hole in the wall right now and Chuuya could see Rashomons decreasing shadow form.

Of course, of fucking course it was Akutagawa. Who else was so dumb to actually destroy their own property and who else would be this pissed off on this wonderful lazy day? Where was Dazai when he needed him?
Thanks to the shock waves that accompanied the attack Chuuya spilled his wine right onto his trousers and Kou seemed to have lost count on where to stitch next, so naturally both of them were unamused and sending glares the perpetrators way.
But if their glares were menacing then there was no word to describe the look on Akutagawa's face other than beyond livid. Heck, his whole stance looked livid and outright pissed if you'd ignore the disheveled and torn state of his clothes, the bruises and cuts on his face and arms and oh, was that a footprint on his chest?

Chuuya chuckled darkly, so Dazai did quite a number on him this time, most likely beating him up and belittling him at the same time in any possible way. There was at least this one thing his partner was good for.
Kou, thank god for her never ending patience, had the grace to actually approach the fuming teen trying to calm him down.

“You know,” she began, “just because your teacher was a little rough, there is no need to destroy any property. The boss will not be so benevolent if he finds out about this. Don't be childish.”

Apparently that was the wrong thing to say because the raven haired boy practically howled and nearly spat out of anger.

“A little rough?! Are we talking about the same person? He nearly killed me this time! I had no chance, he used his ability to the fullest...”

Well, that was nothing new with Dazai, after all he was a rather stern teacher. Chuuya lay down again, this was none of his business.
But Akutagawa wasn't finished: “Then suddenly he screamed at me and kicked me out.” His whole facade suddenly fell and left behind was a young teenager that looked more like a beaten dog than a ravenous beast.
Heartbreaking, if Chuuya would actually care.

“I don't understand what I did wrong this time.”

Chuuya did not listen to what Akutagawa had more to say, his mind set on a single sentence that sent him in a frenzy.