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Eggs

A/N- sorry I completely forgot to upload so I threw this together so if there's any typos or something please let me know!

Keeping a steady melody going, Dazai hummed as he made his way up the ornately decorated stairwell of the apartment complex. He reached the top floor within a few minutes and proceeded to the only door with a familiar name printed next to it.

The lock took only a dozen seconds to pick, and really, Dazai was disappointed that it hadn’t been replaced yet. The hinges were well oiled, enabling him to slip inside the apartment without a sound. He shut the door behind him with only the faintest of clicks.

It was completely dark, which Dazai didn’t take to be a good sign. He knew Chuuya was home; the receptionist had said as much, though it was certainly possible that he’d left through one of the windows instead of the front lobby.

“I gave you a key, you know.” Chuuya’s voice sounded graveling and weary, completely lacking in its normal pitchy energy. Dazai shifted the face where he knew the sound to be coming from, but his eyes had still yet to adjust. “You’re lucky you were humming and I recognize your dumb voice, otherwise you’d be full of lead right now.”

“That’s a shame,” Dazai remarked. “That would’ve been a nice way to die. I love the idea of messing up your carpets with my-”

“Stop,” Chuuya snapped, and his response was so unexpected that the words died, half-formed, on Dazai’s tongue, along with all his plans for how to proceed.

Chuuya had deviated from the script, and that had Dazai inching back towards the door. Perhaps, this had been a mistake.

Then, he heard a mangled and frustrated sigh. “Sorry. Don’t leave. Just… please, don’t talk about dying right now. Just for tonight.”

“Okay,” Dazai agreed readily enough. He didn’t continue to the door, but he was close enough to the wall to run his hand across it, fumbling until his fingers brushed an uneven surface. With just a moment more of blind searching, Dazai had the light switch between his thumb and forefinger, and he flicked on the lights.

It took a moment for his eyes to adjust, but when he was finally able to take in Chuuya’s appearance, it wasn’t exactly reassuring. He had an arm thrown over his eyes to protect them from the sudden light, and he wore nothing but a half-buttoned dress shirt and slacks. The faintest of stubble peppered what was visible of his chin and cheeks, and it was such a rare sight that it took Dazai a moment to realize why Chuuya’s face looked so odd to him.

The table in front of him was covered in wine bottles, with most of them seemingly empty. Chuuya was of the opinion that wine should be savored; he’d once given Dazai a half an hour lecture about how drinking it just for the sake of getting drunk was a waste. The fact that he was breaking his personal rule, coupled with his less than stellar appearance, was… a little concerning.

Chuuya threw his arm to the side, which allowed Dazai to note the bags under his eyes and the sickly pallor to his face. The report had stated the attack happened two days ago, so he wondered if Chuuya had been awake all that time, either arranging things for his dead men or lamenting their deaths in his apartment like this.

“Have you showered and eaten today?” Dazai asked.

Chuuya snorted. “That’s a rich question, coming from you.”

“Well, have you?”

“I showered this morning,” Chuuya answered. “And I ate around then, too.”

He hummed in response. With the amount of alcohol that must be in his system, Dazai was a little impressed that Chuuya wasn’t slurring his speech. “So you’re telling me that you haven’t eaten since this morning?”