"𝙸'𝚖 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎"

"The Tears And Blood Stained Scars Behind That Brown Door" - Part One

(This isn't about brown doors...) if you get it ur so cool!!

(Chapter warnings)
Suicide mentions, sh, depression, medicine, suicide scares, drug abuse

Chuuya stood on the balcony staring into the rainy season sky, bored he started to question where the others and Dazai were. He took a step back throwing his cigarette off of the railing, luckily landing into an ash pan bellow on top of a trash can. Closing the sliding door behind him he pushed the hair out of his face, pulling a hair-tie out from his pocket. Tying his hair back he looked up to see Akutagawa and Elise watching some children's show on the tv infront of them, seeming interested in the show more than what was around her, Elise lifelessly sat there watching the tv.

Chuuya thought for a second, what did he come inside for? He looked around then remembered, Dazai was visiting Chuuya from the ADA for business reasons but they pushed them aside and just hung out together. Noticing he wasn't around in the room, he walked down the hallway to hear some semi-silent sobs. His heart dropped thinking it was someone he thought whom could be the only one isolated crying in a room. Dazai. He sped up his pase turning a corner, seeing the taller brunette on the floor holding his knees to his chest, arms bloody and scratched, cut and bruised. Chuuya's heart dropped for a moment, he dropped to the floor kneeling infront of Dazai, he reached over to put his hand on the mans shoulder.

Sobbing he lifted his head, to make eye contact. "Why are you here Chuuya, I thought it was obvious I'm busy right now." He tried to make his situation less. Chuuya's' gaze softened, he hated Dazai more than he could imagine yet he still wanted to be a a good person and help him relieve the pain. He scoot closer to Dazai, pulling some bandages out of the nightstand behind them. Taking the label off he unrolled some of the roll and started to clean, then wrap Dazai's arms.

He winced at the new bandage feeling, his scars buzzed and felt tingly in the wraps. It wasn't comfortable. He lifted his arm chewing and moving the bandages around to settle them on his arm comfortably. "Better?" The ginger asked him politely. "..." he sat silently looking down at the red stained carpet. "Also you forgot I can pick the locks here. You're a little stupid if im being honest here, but not to be a jackass right now. Let's fix you up bandage waste." Chuuya giggled to himself at the nickname, Dazai rolled his eyes and stood up, walking to the bathroom with the ginger.

"If I killed myself here would anything happen?" He joked to the ginger, his eyes spiraled, he spun around to look at the man in the brown coat. "Why the fuck would you even say that as a joke!? It's not fucking funny, what if we did actually lose you to that!?" He panicked. The taller male moved closer, hugging Chuuya he looked at himself in the mirror, a rush of guilt and hatred for himself rushed into his head and his heart. "Chuuya I was only joking you know I wouldn't even bother going through with that." He lied to Chuuya to relive the stress from his shoulders.

"You're tiring to deal with, you've made so many jokes about this towards this point it makes me drained Dazai, as much as I care for you I dont want you to make jokes like that, it's not funny to me anymore. You make me think you'll actually do it. You stress me out" Chuuya ranted, that last sentence, is all Dazai needed to understand how dumb and how self centered he was being to his friend. His heart dropped, feeling empty he backed from the hug. "Im gonna go take my meds, Slug." He called him a nickname.

Chuuya nodded, something felt off but he tried to brush it off. He went into the living room seeing that Akutagawa was missing but Elise was still watching her show. "You enjoying this?" He asked her in a happy tone trying to move on from what just happened with Dazai. He sat down with the blonde girl watching her show, as Chuuya waited for Dazai to finish taking his medicine minutes started to pass like flying saucers. 10 minutes turned into 15, then 16, then 17, something fell, Chuuya bolted to the bathroom. Banging on the door he raised his voice to yell  "OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR YOU BETTER NOT BE DOING WHAT IM THINKING YOU ARE MACKEREL." Chuuya screamed at the top of his lungs, panic rushed into his head. He kicked above the doorknob, breaking the door open...

Chuuya dropped to his knees, starting to cry

Dazai was passed out on the floor, yelled for Akutagawa and Yosano to run over to help carry Dazai.

Sirens rang, people crowded the building with curious faces and questions..

"Dont Fucking Die On Me Mackerel."

SORRY FOR THE SHORT CHAPTER!!
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