Soukoku Oneshots

The Reunion Turned Elopment

It has been two months since Dazai left. That idiot, leaving without help or protection. Without telling him.

Chuuya sighed deeply. He hasn't had a good, full night of sleep in two, almost three months. As much as he doesn't want to admit it, it was hard to fall asleep, or stay asleep without Dazai.

He lifted his head just enough to take a large swig of wine straight from the bottle in his hand, before he slammed his head back onto his folded arms.

He sat alone with his head down on his folded arms on one of the bar stools at the island of their shared apartment. Even when he was gone, he was still helping pay for it.

The only thing to accompany him was the bottle of wine he was almost done.

God was he tired.

His once bright world turned dark without him. Things that he used to enjoy just reminded him of the other. His other half. His puzzle piece. Dazai. He was lonely, and drinking an entire bottle of wine did nothing more than give him a small buzz nowadays.

Dazai had stated drifting away from him a month before he left. He should have known this was going to happen.

The signs were there.

It doesn't matter anymore.

He was gone and Chuuya couldn't do anything about it.

Suddenly he heard some crashing and cursing outside of his door. Chuuya lifted his head, his vision slightly blurry, to glare in the general direction of the noise. Great, now the world wouldn't even let him wallow in pity alone.

The voice sounded familiar but in his sad, intoxicated state he couldn't put his finger on who it belonged to. Then there was the clicking sound of someone unlocking his front door.

It took him a few seconds to realize only one person had the other key to the apartment. His head shot right up.

"Osamu?"

The sound paused before continuing. Chuuya furrowed his brows. Either he was really drunk or Dazai was actually here.

The door finally unlocked and Chuuya made eye contact with his other half, his partner in every sense of the word.

They just stared for a few moments, neither knowing what to say before Chuuya jumped up and leaped into his partner's arms.

He was here. He was really here. He hadn't forgotten about Chuuya, he hadn't died.

Chuuya wasn't alone any longer.

Chuuya burrowed his head into the space between Dazai's head and neck, tears slowly starting to leak from his eyes. Dazai said nothing, only carding his fingers through Chuuya's hair, pulling him closer.

It was quiet for a few heart beats before Chuuya broke the silence. "Where have you been bastard?"

Dazai chuckled softly, sounding as if he was almost out of breath. "I'm sorry my love. I had to make sure Mori wouldn't find me, while also making sure the police wouldn't go looking for me."

Chuuya only grumbled under his breath. He understood the reasoning behind Dazai's decisions, however that doesn't mean he had to like it. In any capacity.

"Just make sure I know you're safe next time."

Dazai only smiled softly.

"... sooo, I've been thinking.."

"Oh no, that's never good." Chuuya teased, a smirk forming on his face as he pulled away, wiping his tears to see Dazai pouting.

"So meeaan Chuuuyyaa!"