ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ || ꜱᴏᴜᴋᴏᴋᴜ

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"What are you doing back here?" Kunikida asked, folding his arms across his chest and scowling at Chuuya. Despite how close Dazai and Chuuya had become, Kunikida was still painfully hard to impress - like a father who had already decided you weren't the one for his child. Ever since the cooking pot incident, Chuuya has steered clear of the blond, hoping his absence would be better than constantly bothering him.

Dazai waved and swerved around Kunikida's body standing in the doorway, making a beeline for his room. This left Chuuya with the much taller, leaner Kunikida.

"Lovely weather we're having." Chuuya lifted his hat and wiped his brow, Kunikida grumbled in discontent.

"What exactly are you planning with Dazai?"

"Well, he invited himself over to my place and we're thinking of ways to-"

"No, I mean what are you planning long-term?" Chuuya opened and closed his mouth like a goldfish, was Kunikida implying marriage?

"Look, I'm sorry if we got off on the wrong foot, but we've been on one date, it's hardly reciting our vows to each other." Kunikida's frown grew and his stare hardened.

"So you're going to use him? Once you get your joy out of a few dates, and maybe sex, you'll dump him?"

"What? No! I like the guy! It's just, our situation is a little different to an average human relationship."

"Because he's a guardian angel?"

"He's a mutant, he will still age. That's not what I'm worried about."

"So what are you worried about?" Chuuya couldn't tell if it was the prying or grating show of annoyance in Kunikida's voice, but he felt his fists curl. Without much thought, letting his emotions run wild, he grabbed a handful of shirt, right in centre of Kunikida's chest. It took some reaching, and Chuuya was painfully aware of how stupid this affair looked (his height was still a sore topic) to a bystander but he felt rage build up within him.

"Listen ponytail, what Dazai and I do together has nothing to do with you! I'm not going to use him, or dump him, but I can't promise he'll be safe. If you have a problem with that, then tough luck asshole, that's what he has chosen." Chuuya's lips curled back into a feral snarl, and he pushed Kunikida into the doorframe with more force than he intended. He pressed the taller man against the wood, hand now around his throat. He felt a sharp scratch in his abdomen and he glanced down at his stomach. Kunikida had shoved a pocket knife into his flesh, and black ooze dripped onto the floor. I've never bled before. The blond was breathing shallowly, and Chuuya hadn't realised how fearful he looked, eyes wide and glasses falling down his face. His face was turning purple and he was gasping for air.

"Chuuya? Doppo? What are you guys doing?" Dazai's voice was small, almost lost to the sound of strained breaths. Chuuya stumbled back, and Kunikida dropped to the floor. They were both breathing heavily now, and Chuuya ripped the blade out of his abdomen with little effort. Kunikida watched as the blood slowly stopped, and the stab wound healed over in under thirty seconds. He glanced at the black tar pool by their feet and he dashed out of the door, forgetting to put shoes on in his frenzy. Dazai and Chuuya exchanged looks, before darting after him.

"Kunikida wait! We can explain!"

"He tried to kill me! I stabbed him and his blood is black! He had me pinned against a wall and started to choke me! Now he's completely healed and you want me to stand there and listen to you explain?!" Kunikida yelled, out of breath as he approached the elevator. He frantically pressed the close button as the two beings raced into the elevator with him. Now they were in an enclosed space, with Chuuya standing by the door and Dazai in the middle like a lion tamer.