Undercare|| Fyozai

•Chapter ten

"Hey Fyodor." Dazai says to Fyodor. Fyodor images an angry Dazai that just found out Fyodor  move all his blonging to his own room so from now on they both can stay in the same room for some ideas and reasens in the russians head, he can't help but smirk slightly at the tought how angry Dazai must be becouse Dazai- for some reasen- likes to be in control of himself and Fyodor thi—

"AH—WHAT ARE YOU DOI—"

And having a scissor going deep in his shoulder is how Fyodor is rudely riped apart from his toughts. Fyodor slaps the hand flying towards his face away but the un-normal pain in his right shoulder doesnt let him dodge Dazai's other attack and gets trown on to the floor while Dazai follows behind and falls on top of Fyodor, before Fyodor can push him away he twists the scissor inside of him and Fyodor feels a pain he hasnt feel in an good long time.

And at this rate Fyodor knows its not about which room Dazai is staying at and Dazai found out something but he isnt sure which one.

"AGH—! OKEY, OKEY WAIT—!" Fyodor yells of panic, out of charecter but Dazai had caught him unguarded and ofcourse Dazai is the only one who can do that.

Dazai finaly calms down a little, takes a moment to take a breath, "I said hey, if someone calls to you, you answer." An excuse this is, and Dazai is not trying to fall no one, you did something and i know it.

"Dazai, whats wrong?" Fyodor, finaly gaining the ability to calm down, says, his hand is lightly holding Dazai's wrist for any further damage as Dazai hand is now tight around Fyodor's collor.

"You know whats wrong."

Fyodor sighs, "No Dazai, i do not know, care to explain your mindless attack?"

Dazai hears Fyodor is getting a little mad or its just the pain. "Micheal, why did they kill him?"

"Dazai you know better then to blame me for my brothers murder, you know how close we were." Fyodor now starts to squuze his wrist, trying to both comfort him and give him the 'get the fuck off me' messege as the small amounth of pressure on his stomach by Dazai's weight is just causing him to bleed more and more, the floor and Fyodor's white shirt is now a bloody mess, growing bigger and messier.

"No I do not." Dazai yanks him forth and back once, causing Fyodor to hit his head but then Dazai slowly gets off Fyodor's body and trows the brunch of old letters in his hand to Fyodor's confused and annoyed face before he grabs some clean white towels. "The fuck are these?"

Fyodor grouns loudly, letting his body fully and fully hit the floor as he roams his eyes on the familiar piece of papers, he sighs loudly as he shoots and glance at Dazai, its not angry but apologetic look that makes Dazai glup and look down.

Dazai kneels down, again on Fyodor as he pulls out the scissor without any warning, earing a loud half-scream from Fyodor as Dazai -for later- pushs the bloody scissors in his back pocket and presses the white towel to Fyodor's wound while he bites the inside of his cheek to stop himself from making anymore emberesting noises aside from hissing.

"Speak Fyodor." Dazai presses harder, stopping the bleeding with a little bit of torture. Dazai knows and sees the sorry look on Fyodor's eyes, soft and welcoming. And Dazai knows better then acually belive Fyodor. Not that he knows Fyodor so good but becouse of basic of his life exprience.

"Your friend wouldn't want your hands bloody, Osamu." Fyodor says with an smile anyone would describe beautifully and full of care while Dazai calls it 'the demon's devilish smirk of emotinal victory' as Fyodor enjoys the dumbfounded look that Dazai despreadly tries to hide. But before he can even deny and play dumb, duh as always, he takes a look at his hands; soaking at someone's blood that, for now, did nothing but help him. Odasaku would be disguested. No, Odasaku would be disappointed. Did Odasaku waste his last wish on someone like him? Disapointing.