Bungo Stray Dogs Oneshots

Shadows of The Past, Echoes of Tomorrow (Chuuya x Dazai)

Ship: Chuuya x Dazai

Genre: Angst - Fluff

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The night was still, the moon hanging low in the sky, casting its pale light over the city below. The streets of Yokohama were quiet, a stark contrast to the bustling activity of the day. But in the heart of the Port Mafia's territory, silence was rarely a sign of peace. It was a calm before the storm, a breath held before the inevitable clash.

Chuuya Nakahara walked through the dimly lit corridors of the Mafia's headquarters, his black coat billowing slightly behind him. His footsteps were steady, echoing softly off the walls, but his mind was anything but calm. He had been called to a late-night meeting by Mori, the Port Mafia's boss, and while Chuuya didn't mind the inconvenience, something about the suddenness of the call left him uneasy.

His bright blue eyes flicked over the familiar surroundings, his mind racing with possibilities. There had been tension in the air lately, whispers of a brewing conflict with the Armed Detective Agency. Chuuya had been in the middle of such conflicts before, and he knew that Mori's sudden summons could only mean that things were about to escalate.

Turning a corner, Chuuya found himself at the entrance of the conference room. The door was slightly ajar, a soft light spilling out into the hallway. He pushed it open, stepped inside - and immediately froze.

Leaning casually against the far wall, armes crossed over his chest, was Dazai Osamu.

Chuuya's breath hitched in his throat, his heart pounding in his chest. He hadn't seen Dazai in weeks, not since their last mission together at the warehouse to rescue Q. The memory of that night, the words they had exchanged, still burned in the back of Chuuya's mind.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Chuuya spat, his voice laced with venom.

Dazai looked up at him, his dark brown eyes narrowing in amusement. His hair was as tousled as ever, and his trench coat hung loosely around him, giving him an air of careless indifference. But there was something in his gaze that made Chuuya's skin prickle - a sharpness, a darkness that Chuuya knew all too well.

"Nice to see you too, Chuuya," Dazai said, his tone light, almost mocking.

Chuuya clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms. "You didn't answer my question."

Dazai sighed, pushing himself off the wall and taking a few steps closer to Chuuya. "I'm here because Mori asked me to be. Apparently, he thinks we need to have a little chat."

Chuuya's eyes flashed with anger. "About what? About how you abandoned the Mafia? Why does he want us to work together again!?"

Dazai's expression darkened, the playful smirk slipping from his face. "You know why I left, Chuuya. We're been over this."

Yeah, we have," Chuuya snapped. "And it doesn't make it any easier to swallow. You were supposed to be my partner, Dazai. We were supposed to have each other's backs, no matter what. You're the reason why I joined the Mafia in the first place."

Dazai's eyes softened slightly, a flicker of something - regret? - passing through them. "And I did have your back. Until the very end."

Chuuya scoffed, turning away from Dazai, his anger boiling over. "You call disappearing without a trace 'having my back'? You left me to pick up the pieces, Dazai. You left me to deal with the mess you made, I only realise now after our battle against Lovecraft and Steinbeck that you leaving me affected me more than it should've, battling together again hit... different."