It was nearing midnight as a dim streetlight fell upon Dazai, slumped on a park bench with his head in his hands, exhaustion and weariness etched upon every inch of his face, an invisible weight settled upon the shoulders of a now worn out trench coat bearing the unmistakable signs of neglect.
It had been 3 days since Dazai had rushed to the PM in search of Chuuya, only to find him unconscious on the floor, sprawled among broken shards of glass from the panes of windows that remained ominously cracked against the night sky.
Dazai had rushed Chuuya to the PM infirmary, demanding immediate medical attention and pacing corridors relentlessly, mind running with the infinite possibilities of what the fuck might have happened to Chuuya. His Chuuya. He'd stayed seated beside him, hands clenched around Chuuya's frail wrists as he searched the other's pale face, desperately looking for some sign of recovery that with every passing day seemed more and more unlikely.
He now sighed, fishing his phone out of his pocket, for he'd been kicked out of the infirmary to get some rest as the nurses claimed he was of no use to anyone at the moment with the way he'd been wearing himself down lately. Instead of rest, however, Dazai had simply directed all his time and energy into finding information on the scene and capturing whoever had hurt his partner. At times he would think of amusing torture methods for the captor, running through amusingly violent themes he'd come up with during his reign as the 'Demon Prodigy'.
He checked his phone for what felt like the millionth time, and dull eyes at once lit up as they fell on a text from the Boss of the Port Mafia, Mori Ougai.
"Location found. Coordinates 39.1031° N, 84.5120° W. Locked from the front, entrance available through side window. I expect payment by tomorrow."
At last experiencing an emotion other than despair and regret, it took a while for Dazai to realize he was at last feeling hopeful, an emotion that had avoided him for so long, he'd nearly forgotten what it felt like to have hope in the world. However, being trained in the PM since childhood, it wasn't long before his instinct kicked in, pushing aside the newfound spark of hope as pure adrenaline coursed through his veins, mind alight, sharp and focused as he rushed through the streets, got into a cab after forcing a wad of cash into the drivers hands, hands fingering his gun as he stared out the window at the passing lights of Yokohama in a blur of red and yellow.
What felt like an eternity later, the cab came to a screeching halt in front of a row of buildings that blended in perfectly with the pitch black of the night. Without sparing so much as a glance at the driver, Dazai was out and rushing towards the buildings, and by the time the cab's door had begun to close, Dazai was nowhere in sight.
Panting and out of breath, Dazai now stood atop a staircase leading downwards into what seemed a musty dungeon for he had wasted no time in figuring out the coordinates which he had memorized. The stairs led to a closed door just as Mori had said, but Dazai's patience was running thin and forgetting stealth and the unlocked window altogether, he simply kicked the door open, blasting the locks open with sheer force and dodging the bullets that fired their way almost instantly towards him, breaking through the eerie silence. It took 10 minutes before the firing finally stopped and Dazai stepped in, swinging his gun carelessly as his cold gaze swept the room, a thinly veiled sneer of cruelty upon his face, the normally handsome features now a crude mask devoid of emotion.
The room revealed to be cramped, dusty and full of men ranging from black and skinny to pale and obtuse. All wore the insignia of a white skull upon black attire, a childish attempt at intimidation and Dazai did nothing to hold back the mocking laugh that escaped his lips.
"What have you done to him?"
It wasn't hard for Dazai to figure out that these men were only pawns of a much larger underground operation and he knew as well, that all the idiots looking at him with poorly concealed looks of fear and panic knew of his reputation as the Demon Prodigy of the PM and the other half of Double Black.
"Well, well, look 'ere lads, if it ain' Dazai Osamu, the so called 'Demon Prodigy' of the PM. Does'n' look like much eh? Bit scrawny too" A pudgy man that looked to be in his late 30s had stepped forward, his balding head gleaming with sweat as he tried to look intimidating.
The other punks forced a laugh or two, it couldnt've been more clear that all of them were trying to escape as soon as possible, the little bravado they'd manage to muster up seemed to have desert them completely.
"He look's weak enough, jus' like his partner- a real shrimp that one-" The bald guy's second attempt at talking ended rather abruptly, for Dazai, regarding him with rather cruel amusement in his eyes had casually shot him in the head, leaving him to choke on his own blood as the others quickly backed away, fumbling for their own guns and trying desperately to reload them. Dazai's mind swirled with rage, for no one, no one dared insult his partner in front of him- let alone this pathetic excuse of a man, who now lay dead and unmoving, much to Dazai's satisfaction.
"I'd advise you to speak up anytime soon now, unless you want to join that lump on the floor" Head tilted mockingly, Dazai's eyes gleaming manically as he shot a second and third who'd been rather busy reloading their guns without a second glance.
It achieved the required results, however, for the rest were soon grovelling on the floor, bent on shaking knees as they pleaded guilty, begging for mercy...
Shooting three more men for good measure, Dazai strolled forwards, forcing the nearest man's head up with the tip of his boot.
"Out with it"
The man choked on his own spit before managing a feeble " Please...I know nothing...I-" before his neck snapped the other way around, and found himself face to face with a snarling Dazai, all carelessness gone to be replace by cold fury.
"I said, out with it. WHAT DID YOU DO TO CHUUYA?!" The last words were forced out in a snarl of rage, eyes clouded with fury.
"Fine! He's possessed! A- a demon- an-and boss s-said-" A rather weedy looking man spoke up in a rather high-pitched squeak and found himself being dragged up onto his knees.
"Whats the cure?" Dazai was in no mood for pointless explanations, he'd found out his partners condition, and after finding out the treatment, he could finally unleash his rage on the morons here and leave for Chuuya.
"Ability...Y-you have to ki-kill the Ability User..."
"Ability? Who's?"
"Please...my-my neck..." The man was choking on his words at this point, for Dazai had his neck in such a tight grip that the man's face was steadily growing purple. Dazai only squeezed tighter however as he spit on the floor.
"Who's Ability is it?"
"I-It's h-h-his...the-the one in the c-corner...please...please spare m-" The man was flung back against the walls as Dazai swept the room again and at once locked eyes on the man at the back, who was sweating profusely, eyes darting frantically around the room for escape.
In less than a second, everyone in the room was dead, the room full of the smell of gunshot and smoke, as Dazai rushed back outside, movements becoming increasingly frantic. He had to get to Chuuya.
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First of all I know it's been months since an update and I've been cutting off my claim of updates every week very fine but uh....hopefully i'll be more consistent in the future... *coughs*
ANYWAY -I honestly hate defining Dazai as a "Demon Prodigy" cause he's honestly such a sweetheart in this story and he deserves better but I promise we'll see his sweet and soft side soon enough.
The rest of this story however...Will Dazai find an awake Chuuya at the infirmary? Does Mori have other intentions behind helping Dazai? And is Chuuya really possessed?
Read on to find outttt!
Advice, Ideas and requests are always welcome btw and hope u enjoyeddddd!
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Hide and Seek with Your Soul
FanfictionChuuya is at work, exhausted and alone and when Dazai rushed to the PM to check on his partner, he finds an unconscious Chuuya who wont wake up. OR Chuuya is trapped in his body and Dazai will do anything to get his partner back.
