Guns And Love (Soukoku)

Do you hate me?

The brunette was currently pulling at the ginger's arm, trying to stop him from entering the staff room but to no avail as the power difference was a big one.

Those stick like arms, fragile and weak were not match to Chuuya who was inhumanely strong even without his ability. 

The ginger didn't like using his ability on other people unless needed. The raven haired previously was an exception. Because he was annoying and according to Chuuya, he dared to criticise the port mafia.

"Let go Dazai." The ginger muttered, ignoring the red haired completely who was overlooking the whole scene.

"What do you mean move out?" The brunette, asked as he in fact, did not let the other go.

"I mean you're not living a bar."

"I have no where else to live."

"You can always use the port mafia's apartments on the higher levels."

"I don't want to walk up so many stairs." The brunette made up quite a ridiculous excuse.

"There's elevators for a reason Dazai."

"I get sick in those claustrophobic boxes."

"What do you mean claustrophobic? I'm pretty sure it's bigger than this store room of yours."

It was definitely bigger than the store room, Dazai knew that but he decided to retort, "I don't want to move."

"As your boss, I order you to."

The brunette seems to gasp as the order.

"You two are like children."

The ginger and brunette seemed to turn to face the redhead at the same time, exclaiming in sync, "What do you mean by that?"

Both looked at each other in surprise before glaring at each other.

"Dazai, I think you should go live in this 'port mafia' building. It's probably better for you."

"But I don't want to..." The brunette whined and the ginger looked, surprised at the other's childishness. He has two different attitudes with different people. The ginger couldn't help but be curious. He wanted to learn both sides of his right hand man.

The ginger was in thought for a few seconds before humming, "You don't have to live in the port mafia building. You can live somewhere else."

He saw the brunette's mouth part as he quickly continued "But not in a store room."

"The what do you suggest?"

"Pack you fucking bags first and I'll tell you about it later."

Dazai seemed to have wanted to retort but the red haired only nodded his head encouragingly.

The brunette bit his lip before sighing, "Fine..."

Chuuya smiled, happy that the other finally relented.

"Pack your things, let's go."

The ginger wasn't surprised when the brubette came out of the bar in less than five minutes, a sole duffer bag in his arms, which looked too heavy for the other.

This resulted in the ginger snatching the bag and helping the other to carry it to his car after some bickering with Dazai saying he didn't need help.

Chuuya was very close to strangling the other if the brunette didn't shut up about where they were heading.

His right hand man was somehow more talkative today which surprised the ginger but he was learning to hate it.

The ginger ended up slamming the car door close once the brunette had finally gotten in and he was regretting his decision of even arguing with the other about not living in a store room.

It was a silent ride afterwards. The ginger looked at his rear mirror, sighing when he saw the brunette's head leaning against the car window, looking as if he was about to doze off.

"Don't sleep, I'm not carrying you."

The brunette only managed a tired hum.

What happened to the previous energy? Chuuya focused on the road once again.

Just his luck when they arrived at the destination, the brunette had indeed fallen asleep.

Honestly the ginger couldn't comprehend the brunetge's sudden bursts of energy and abruptly getting tired afterwards.

The ginger cursed as he balanced the slung the bag on his shoulder before carrying the brunette out of the car.

Unfortunately, the jostle did not wake the other up as the ginger hoped it would but now that he looked close enough, be noticed the other's black eye circles.

He never noticed it before...

He stripped his previous thought off, he was going to get his right hand man to sleep more so he could focus on work better.

With that new goal, he carried the other with ease, due to how light the other was. Another the thing the ginger would work on. He couldn't have the other fainting during missions if they ever had one. Better safe than sorry.

Somewhere along the whole journey to the destination, the brunette seemingly woke up, sleeping while being carried wasn't the most comfortable. Dazai wasn't that much of a heavy sleeper either way. He had a habit of being aware in his sleep. A useful skill he learned when he was left alone.

His eyes widened when he heard the steady heartbeat of another, he jerked slightly as he pushed the other. To the ginger, the push was nothing but he simply let the other down while mumbling, "You're awake so let's go."

Oh, had he accidently dozed off in the car?

"Where are we?" The brunette asked, quickly catching up to the ginger.

From his surroundings, it seems that they weren't at the port mafia anymore. 

The ginger, upon not replying made the brunette stop in his tracks. 

"Chuuya, where are we?"

The ginger, upon hearing his name, swiftly turned around and couldn't help a small smile creeping up his face.

"To where I live?"

The brunette raised a brow, "Why didn't you park the car closer to your house? We have to walk now. Why am I even at your house?" He sighed in annoyance and exhaustion.

"Well, I did park the car near my house?"

Dazai hummed, clearly not believing the other. Chuuya stared blankly at the other before chuckling, adjusting the bag on his shoulders, "This land belongs to me Dazai."

The brunette whipped his head around and glanced around, "Grass belongs to you now?" He said it as a joke to hide his shock and surprise.

"Where do you think I live? An apartment?"

The brunette's eyes narrowed, "A landed property with free grass?"

The ginger snorted, "No, a pent house with surrounding land." He said it as if he was talking calmly about the weather.

What the ginger didn't expect was for the brunette to snatch the duffer bag from the other's shoulder and turn on his heel to head back to the car.

"Where are you going?" The ginger asked, genuinely confused.

"I'm not living here."

Chuuya stared in disbelief at the other, who would pass up the chance of living in a pent house? Who in the right mind? Oh, wait. Chuuya almost forgot, Dazai's brain was different from other 'people', figuratively and literally. 

"Why not?" The ginger couldn't help but ask, hoping that a certain answer won't be said by the brunette.

Seeing the brunette's noticing his disappointment, he hastily changed his phrasing, making a joke out of it, "Do you hate me that much that you won't even consider living with me?" His usual smirk on his face.

The brunette stopped in his tracks as he bit his lip as if thinking about the choices he was given.

"No...I don't hate you."