Shadow Reaper - Soukoku - What if Dazai stayed in the Port Mafia?...

Morning

The tall brunet wakes up and grumbles quietly to himself as a shaft of light made its way through the curtains right into his eyes making him squint. He slipped out of the covers the slight motion waking his partner who grumbled groggily and walked out of the room to take a shower. Dazai got dressed into his usual attire for work which was bound to get trashed again today but he didn't care. Over breakfast Dazai decides to discuss the plan for surveillance later that day, half keeping his promise. 

"There are two rooftops where we can watch the armoury entrance. One north and one south. It should give us the broadest view of the streets as well if the rat tries to scarper." He dumps his bowl in the sink, not bothering to wash it before plonking back down into his seat, cheek resting on his hand.

"Sounds decent. If we do catch 'em are you gonna take control of interrogation? Only a few know about this."

"Yeah. I'll make sure they talk."

He nods slightly with a hum of acknowledgment before standing and washing out his and Dazai's bowl while the later smirks as Chuuya does most of the house work while he can get away with lounging around.

Discussing the surveillance job only reminds Chuuya he was stuck with Sakura for a good few hours so he decides to ask the question he'd been mulling over in his mind. "Why did Sakura join the organisation?"

Dazai shrugs. "Don't know. She wouldn't tell me. Odasaku knew but he refused as well."

"Does she have anyone else?"

Once again, Dazai shrugs. "I'm not the one to ask. Tight as a clam that one if her past is mentioned and she always claims there's no one significant in her life." He pauses thoughtfully before continuing, tone becoming playful. "But I'm sure you two can talk all about it from twelve onwards~."

"Twelve? Jesus, you're so gonna pay for this." He stands up, making his way to the bedroom to change into work clothes.

Dazai chuckles quietly to himself. "It'll be fine!" He calls out before Chuuya shuts the door. "She's normally quiet on a job!"

Chuuya scoffs, expressing his incredulity. "Hell must have frozen over." He pauses before calling out, vexation tinting his voice. "Where're my gloves?"

"I don't know, where did you last have them?"

"On my hands, where do you think?" Chuuya calls back sarcastically before answering the question. "Nightstand."

"Ah, the nightstand. You really need to keep your stuff in a more secure location. Maybe then your things won't go on a walk about."

Chuuya pokes his head out of the bedroom to study Dazai's expression. "What have you done with my gloves?"

Dazai grins mischievously. "You tell me."

Chuuya sighs wearily, rubbing his temples. "I don't have time for this, this morning."

Dazai's grin widens and he reaches into his pocket to pull out a pair of gloves.

"You're such a child." He crosses the room and makes to take back his gloves.

"Ah!" Dazai moves them just out of reach at the last moment, tapping his cheek.

Sighing softly, Chuuya pressed a brief kiss to his cheek, stealing back the gloves while Dazai was distracted. "You'd make a terrible thief."

"No I wouldn't. I'm excellent at picking locks."

"You never take anything valuable."

Dazai hums playfully, going along with the banter. "Seems I'll have to take your cufflinks next time."

Chuuya points a finger at him in mock sternness. "Mitts off the cufflinks."

Dazai grins impishly, schemes already passing through his mind. "No promises."

"I'll make you wash the dishes."

"Nooo! That's so boooring." Dazai immediately begins whining, complaints seamlessly flowing.

"Mm, thought so. I'll see ya later." Chuuya grabs his hat with a brief wave before disappearing out of the door.

Alone in the apartment, Dazai lies back on the sofa, expression instantly sinking into one of reserved melancholy. His chest begins to tighten, restricting his breaths. It wasn't perfect but it was better. Why did it have to be now? Why couldn't he control his emotions? Why did he have to  care? Everything ends and everybody leaves. Life was a cruel game and the house always won.