A Double Suicide

Chuuya (4)

We had gone to my apartment, Dazai was acting as if everything was just as it was before. "What the hell are you planning shitty Dazai!?" I yelled at him as soon as we stepped inside the apartment. Dazai let out a  fake overly dramatic gasp before he pulled me closer to him. "Let's not waste the moment Chibi!" He cheerfully exclaimed. He then proceeded to place one of his dirty hands on my waist, and then he took my hand in his other hand. "Let's dance." He said simply before he began to take the lead. Sure Dazai is weird, but this is a whole other level of weird. I didn't complain as I went along with this stupid dance letting him take the lead, that was until he had leaned over and kissed me softly on the lips. My eyes widened in anger, irritation, confusion among the many other things I was feeling at this moment. Still, I didn't pull away, something about this felt right, it felt natural. "Chibi, would you commit a double suicide with me?" Dazai suddenly asked in an oddly sincere and seemingly caring tone. Is this idiot serious right now!?
"What kind of question is that Shitty Mackerel!?" I asked him in an irritated tone. Dazai continued to seemingly admire me, like the creepy bandaged weirdo he always is. "What kind of owner would I be if I left my dog behind?" Dazai suddenly said in response, his tone serious but not cold as it usually would be. I was furious, "Don't you think it's a little late for that Jackass!?" I yelled at him. "Have you forgotten you already left me! In the same damn mafia you forced me into!" I couldn't stand seeing him act as if nothing had happened. "Now you've forced me to leave it and everyone in it too!" I shouted furiously, I couldn't just let go of this I couldn't just move on, not this time this was too far. "Did the slug not miss me?" Dazai asked in a teasing tone of voice, as he was clearly trying to push me even further off the edge. "Of course I missed you Jackass! But it's not like I was good enough to stop you from leaving!" I angrily yelled out in response. "So mean Chibi, you haven't even given me an answer to my proposal." He replied in the same irritating teasing tone of voice. I rolled my eyes just to show how done I am with this bullshit, his bullshit.
"I'm going to get a drink now fuck off, Bandage waste." I walked away from him, and over into the kitchen where I grabbed a larger bottle of red wine from the counter. I stared down at the bottle and without a second thought immediately began to drink it, this would be the only way I can actually figure out where to go from this point on. "Chuuya!~" Dazai called out in a really irritating cheerful tone of voice. I didn't respond to him as I continued drinking the alcohol, and heard him step into the kitchen as his footsteps began approaching me. Dazai wrapped his arms around me from behind and rested his head on my shoulder. I had finished the bottle and then proceeded to slam it back down onto the kitchen counter. "You don't have anyone else Chibi. You know as well as I do even they would have left you without a reason at some point." Dazai coldly and seriously told me. I let out a sigh, I knew he was right, even in the mafia I was nothing more than a weapon, nothing more than a second choice. "What are you playing at?" I asked this time my voice was less angrier than usual as I was more tired than angry at the moment. "Join me hat rack." Dazai said in a serious tone of voice.
"You mean the double suicide?" I asked to get clarification. "Precisely, Chuuya." He responded. "Alright." I agreed, as even if I went back they wouldn't accept me, they had turned on me due to the words of a previous traitor of all people. They didn't even bother considering that he was possibly lying, maybe they just wanted a reason to dispose of me. Maybe Ane-san never truly cared for me. Maybe my boy never truly trusted me, maybe it was all simply a ploy just to get to me. Whatever the case, at least I've got a way out now.
"When are we doing this stupid Double Suicide?" I asked Dazai irritatedly as he still hadn't let go of me. "Midnight." Dazai answered before he then turned me around to face him. I groaned as I saw the stupid smirk on his face, "Shut up Jackass." I told him before he could even begin to say anything. "Slug, let's not waste our final moments." He said simply in a more monotoned voice before he began to do as he did earlier, he placed his hand on my waste and took my hand into his other hand. We began to waltz around the kitchen, with Dazai talking the lead.
"Shitty bandage waste." I grumbled as we continued around the kitchen in circles.
"Oh How you wound me Chibi, it's only our last day alive!" He pouted in his usual overly dramatic and mock offended tone. I rolled my eyes and smirked, "It's noon Jackass." I corrected him as we continued around the kitchen. Suddenly I felt myself going backwards, as Dazai had seemingly dropped me, leaned over me and caught me in his arms he wore a amused smirk on his face. "Problem Slug?" He asked in the same irritatingly cheerful tone of voice, while I glared up at him miserably.
"Fuck off you-" before I could say anything more, Dazai had gently pressed his slightly chapped lips against mine and closed his eyes. Once again I didn't pull away from him as he did this, I simply kissed him back and did the same. Dazai pulled away after what felt like hours had passed by but was only a few minutes. He looked me directly in the eyes and said three words I never thought I'd ever hear from someone as cold and serious, yet unserious and irritating as him. "I love you." He told me I felt my face becoming warmer and presumably red, as I would have never expected those three words of all things to come out of his mouth especially not when these words were being directed at me. Dazai smirked as he studied my reaction from above me before he stood up straight, pulling me up with him. "Aww!~ Chibi's flustered!" He exclaimed in the usual mock happy and teasingly cheerful tone of voice. "Shut up Bastard." I quickly grumbled before he leaned in and kissed me softly again. Who knew such a unserious, cold bandage wasting bastard could be so sentimental?