when we cross paths again. chuuya x Dazai smut 16+ (slowburn)

a never ending loop

Days past, chuuyas schedule remaining the same. Work, sleep, work, sleep, each time he went to work, he felt eyes on his back, each time he went to sleep, he heard the voices, Work, sleep, work, sleep, thats all he could do. He was stalling. Stalling a path he didnt want to go down, how could he? A loop of waiting, chuuya wanted to stop time, to keep time still, so he wouldnt have to worry.....so he wouldnt have to wait. Work, sleep, work, sleep, till the cycle ended "chuuya" a familliar voice called out "my office, come in, would you?"  Mori's voice echoed in the hallow halls that was once filled with bickering. Chuuya jolted, not wanting to look Mori in the eyes. No....he was unable too. Chuuya entered the office, the giant windows letting in a bitter evening sunlight glow. It was mocking him....

"Chuuya, i presume you remember my call?" Chuuya stiffened before looking at Mori. "yes, how could i...forget?" Chuuya gritted his teeth, spitting out the words that he had shoved to the side for so long. "Allow me to explain, dazai has been a very well respected member for quite some time....but lately..." Mori threw a file to the ground infront of chuuya, pictures of dazai spilling out, these pictures showing him sneaking around, hanging around unknown and unmarked vehicles not belonging to the port mafia. "Lately, it seems he's been busy. Chuuya, surely you know how we handle these sorts of situations" Mori's voice was just as mocking at the evening sky, Chuuya glared at the photos, mad at dazai, or mad at mori? undeniable proof scattered on the floor infront of him, displayed by the mouth of a snake.

Chuuya nodded, "im....aware...". Mori cleared his throat "We have a location, you will follow him, maybe even interact with him a few times. Get him to trust you, follow you, then you strike. Or maybe you'd prefer to get creative. Either way. i leave this mission to you. dont dissapoint me chuuya, it would be a shame to lose two...." Mori's voice rang through the hollow room. Chuuya wanted to decline, he wanted to say no, he just wanted.....it to not be true. He stood there, glaring at the photos, the feeling of being lied to tore away at his stomach, Dazai left him, for....this? A sharp breath echoes off the walls. "yes sir, ill see it done" Chuuyas mind made up. He would do it. Just to end this damned cycle.