Amnesia

Chapter 1 ; drunk butterflies

a short word before my next horrendous soukoku fic starts off ;;

so, a new multiple chapter fic?? why? idek. what am i doing? idek. this one isn't heartbreaking and more of the (trying to be comedy/)fluffy/angsty side. no major character deaths, i promise. (am i going to regret this promise? maybe. am i going to keep this promise? maybe.) maybe an eventual happy ending? only god knows. (like idek where i'm going with this fic.) jESUS TAKE THE WHEEL.

let's all take a moment to pray and take some sanity potion. (//wonders if anyone got the "amnesia: tdd" reference.)

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Chapter 1 ; Drunk Butterflies

It had been a very long day for Chuuya Nakahara. (His mission almost failing, his subordinates joking about his height, his favourite hat forever ruined thanks to Q's chewing gum.) But it was all okay, since he was now seated in his favourite shitty bar, glass of wine in his hand as he was determined to get highly intoxicated. The bar was almost empty and the redhead was rather unhappily surprised when someone took the barstool right next to him. He shot the newcomer an annoyed glare, that very much said 'what the fuck do you want?' and almost choked on his wine as he noticed who the newcomer was. Of course, of fucking course, it had to be Osamu Dazai who took the stool next to him. His childhood friend, former partner (former flame, he bitterly thought) and now deemed archenemy, he hadn't seen nor spoken to in almost four years.

"What the fuck do you want, you waste of space?"

He groaned as he tiredly closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. He swallowed his anger towards the other and tried not to think about how sad he had been once he noticed Dazai had just upped and left his world without a simple goodbye. He'd rather just walk away from the brunette at this point, yet decided against it. If Dazai came all the way here to a shitty bar, just to talk to Chuuya, it had to be somewhat of a serious matter. He wasn't going to admit it, but he felt a little curiosity (or was it... joy?) towards the brunette's sudden show-up. Four years was a long time and a lot had changed.

When no direct answer came, he opened his eyes and glared at the brunette once again. Dazai's answer was a sheepish grimace, his brown eyes showing a hinge of discomfort. Discomfort, hm? Interesting. Chuuya put the glass of wine at his lips again, gulping the red liquor down as he raised an eyebrow. 'Well?' He seemed to ask, although without using the explicit words.

"Waste of space?"

Dazai slowly repeated, a ring of disbelief to his voice that Chuuya couldn't directly place. It wasn't as if he had never called his former partner like that before. The brunette decided to just brush it off with a grin and shook his head chuckling.

"I just thought that we could perhaps just share a drink together, talk a bit, get to know each other... but I see you're playing hard to get, hm."

The brunette hummed, cocking his head to the side to stare into the confused cobalt blue eyes glaring at him. Chuuya almost spat out his wine directly into Dazai's grimacing face, but managed to choke it down and gasped rather surprised for air.

"Are you hitting on me?"

He cried out, his eyes wide in shock as he covered his mouth with a gloved hand. He felt his face turning beet red and he had a hard time not bursting into hysteric laughter. He had to be fucking kidding, right? He was playing with him. It couldn't be that the first words coming from hisex-partner's mouth were so cheesy. He expected an apology, to say the least. That bastard couldn't be serious-

But why the fuck did he just feel one hundred butterflies fluttering through his insides?

"Well, I was planning on it, yes!"