Dazai gets sick (Soukoku)

The Lupin Bar

Author's note: Sorry this is sorta late/short because the weather where I live was crazy ToT.. Our driveway flooded and power was out for a bit ;-;.. Hopefully if any of the weather hit you, you are doing ok :,) (TW for this chapter: Self destructive behavior, and attempted su1c1de) (Please tell me if the story is too dark because I can make some lighter chapters <3)

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"So what did you want to talk to me about hat-rack?" Dazai asked.

"Are you ok?" Chuuya said in a voice laced with concern.

"Of course my dear slug~" Dazai sang as he walked to the door.

In less than a second Chuuya used his gravitational powers to throw a chair against the door essentially making it impossible to open.

"Sure you're 'fine' that's why you were almost dying of sickness the other day and covered in blood in a storage closet."

"Why does Chibi even ask me that? Someone so short should worry about his height." Said Dazai desperately trying to change the conversation.

"BECAUSE I FRICKEN CARE ABOUT YOU DAMN IT!" Yelled Chuuya.

Dazai was taken aback. Care? Someone actually cared about him? Chuuya had to be lying. This had to be some sort of trick so he could take his wallet from him when he wasn't looking or something. Noone cared about him, and if they did they he always ended up losing them. Like Odasaku, or Ango (Although that was more of a betrayal than a loss it still stung quite hard.)

"Oh." Said Dazai back after a few seconds, still really confused and not sure what to say.

"Yes 'oh'. Just call me if you ever need to talk." Chuuya said as he unblocked the door and walked out of it.

Dazai's head was swimming, so much had happened in so little time. First Mori being well, Mori, then Chuuya saying that he cared about him? He started to walk automatically to the door and grabbed his coat to leave.

"WHERE THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOUR GOING!!" Yelled Kunikida.

Dazai just ignored him and continued to walk out of the door and onto the street. He didn't have any direction to where he was going, he just kept walking. After who knows how long he arrived at a familiar place. The Lupin bar. By this time the sun had set and the only thing illuminating the city was street lamps. Dazai hesitated for a second but then entered the pub, then sitting down at his usual seat. Without speaking a word the bartender set down his usual drink, and went back to cleaning the glasses at the drying rack. Dazai sighed and quickly downed the drink, before repeating that process several times. He felt the heat rising to his head, but he didn't care, his head for the moment was blissfully clear of thought. This effect only lasted so long though and soon enough the thoughts came crashing down on him again. He remembered all those nights when he would get drunk and Odasaku would stop him before he died of alcohol poisoning. All those nights drinking vodka mixed with bleach, having Mori strap him to a chair and forcing an antidote down his throat so he could keep around his dear demon prodigy. Mori had always been so cruel to him. Promising him a painless death then just forcing him to do what he hated most.

After a couple more hours of this he stumbled out the bar, and by some miracle was able to make it to his house. Once inside he collapsed on the floor, blood seeping through his bandages, the alcohol numbing the pain causing him to not notice. In his drunken depressed state he barely felt anything as he slit deep gashes into his wrists. For some reason though he picked up his phone and dialed the first number in it.

After one ring it picked up.

"Dazai?" Asked Chuuya from the other side.