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

7 o'clock that evening

Chuuya trudges in, clothes all bloodied and his body presumably bruised. Dirt and soot smeared his clothes and face. Scarlet flecked his cheek and tears peppered his smart clothes, undoubtedly from the adversary. Dazai opens his eyes at the heavy foot falls and slamming of the door. 

"Job?" His tone is apathetic, gaze bored. He isn't worried because he knows Chuuya. The mafioso's worst injury would be a couple of bumps and a scratch at most. 

He replies while kicking off his shoes, not caring he left them lying in front of the door. "How'd ya guess?" His tone is irritated, flashing Dazai a sarcastic smile before turning back to a thunderous frown, throwing off his jacket, waist coat and hat.

"I thought it was a day in the office." He tilts his head in mild curiosity. 

"Greedy smugglers pissin' around with one of our channels messing up the flow of black-market weapons and our supply." He angrily scrubbed at a soot stain on his shirt. "Bastards sure liked to use an explosive."

Mild amusement bubbles up inside Dazai at the sight. "Well that's tiresome. Any injuries?"

"Nothin' serious." He stalks into the bathroom slamming the door behind him making the whole apartment quiver and Dazai's ear-drums to give a little protest of pain. Twenty minuets pass by but the ginger still hadn't emerged. 

Dazai waits for another ten minutes but his partner hadn't emerged. Sighing, he rolled off the sofa to his feet and knocks on the door. "You haven't fallen down the toilet have you?"

There's a quiet grumble of irritation. "No. I'm fine. Where do you keep moving the bloody bandages to?"

"I haven't moved them. Top shelf like always."

"Well I can't reach the top shelf can I?"

Dazai's quiet laughter drifts into the bathroom. "Do you need some help?"

"No." Chuuya immediately shoots back defensively. "I've got it."

"Uh huh?"

There's a muffled sound of a few objects falling, clattering down from the shelves. The silence stretches out then a small, vexed grumble follows. "The door's open."

Amusement colours Dazai's expression as he goes to open the door but the sight inside immediately replaces it with worry. "I thought you didn't have any serious injuries?"

"I don't." Chuuya stubbornly claims.

"Really? Then what's this?" Dazai pokes a fresh burn on Chuuya's side, making him hiss with pain.

"Looks worse than it is."

Sighing softly Dazai gives up arguing, knowing Chuuya would never admit the injury was causing problems. Instead, he wordlessly takes the aleo vera from Chuuya's hands and helps to dress the burn. As he starts to tentatively apply the jell, he was expecting a flinch or a hiss or something but his partner's expression didn't even change. Dazai was used to seeing the scars that covered Chuuya's body but he'd never really properly considered how he acquired them. Before he could stop himself, he asks a question. "Doesn't it hurt?"

"Guess so."

"But... you're not reacting..."

"Wrigglin' around or makin' a fuss while someone tries to dress a wound ain't gonna help."

Dazai nods slowly, understanding the reasoning. He hates pain so seeing someone so unresponsive to it was strange. He picks up the burn gauze, holding it in place with one hand while he uses the other to wrap the bandage, making sure the gauze didn't slip. Once he was satisfied that it was sorted, Dazai straightens up, inspecting his handiwork. "Any other 'minor' injuries I should know about?"

"No. That's the only one." Dazai raises an eyebrow, wanting to make sure he wasn't being lied to. "See?" Chuuya turns around on the spot to prove his point. There were bruises and small cuts but nothing noteworthy. 

Happy he wasn't lying, Dazai passes over a clean shirt before leaving the room again, calling out as he left. "Need to leave in half an hour. Don't take long over your hair."

Chuuya grumbles a comment under his breath but doesn't directly protest.