Just the inner machinations of my mind. So basically gaygaygaygaygaygaygaygaygaygay. Anyways, I hope you like my first attempt at an actual fan fiction!
Oh, and there's a smut warning because, in all seriousness, that'll happen eventually.
And curs...
{!} (Stalker!Chuuya is something I've been aching to write, you have no clue.) Third person Omniscient
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Dazai had been receiving anonymous junk mail for weeks, throwing them all out. He assumed that they were some sort of scam from money-hungry idiots who were too lazy to get jobs.
He got these letters about every three days, except for Sundays, of course.
His colleagues at work had somewhat known about this, but decided it wasn't a worry. All anyone knew was they were delivered by a mailman, and not just some random hobo.
But of course, Dazai being Dazai, he was curious by now.
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The brunette returned home to his apartment after a long day at work. More like it was a long day for the others having to put up with him.
He opened his mailbox and peeked inside. There was inly one letter, from the same anonymous person. He took it out and, this time, didn't throw it away. He instead brought it inside with him.
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The ginger boy watched from afar, smiling wide when Dazai didn't throw away his letter. His whole body felt warm and tingly. Finally, his old partner would finally know how he felt this whole time.
His excitement was followed with a gut wrenching nervousness that his feelings would be denied. Of course he tried pushing the thought out of his mind, but to no avail.
He also realized how uncomfortable he was sitting in a crowd of shrubs. He slowly and quietly stood up and began his walk home.
Why did he send the letters anonymously, you may ask?
Well, if Dazai saw a letter reading "From: Nakahara Chuuya," he'd probably try even harder to kill himself. Writing anonymously was the best option in this scenario.
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Dazai finished reading the confessional letter, smiling. He recognized the handwriting right from the start, which made him feel resentment for a little. That of course changed in a matter of seconds.
Sure, it was strange knowing that this is what hate and death wishes had lead to. Even stranger was that Chuuya had known where Dazai lived. They did have a few moments back in the Port Mafia, but it was barely anything. Mostly just unnecessary eye contact.
Dazai set the paper aside, a small smile crossing his face. He felt the same, after four long years.
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Chuuya arrived home. He closed the door behind him and leaned back against it, sinking to the floor.
He stared up at the ceiling with a few strands of hair falling over his eyes.
"FUCK!" He screamed, slapping his own face.
He was quite obviously overwhelmed by the thought that this would either be the best memory or worst regret of his life.
We should talk face to face.
No, no, nonono.
It's too early for another letter.
Deliver it in person.
That's-
You gotta.
Okay, in person it is.
He stood up and walked to an office like room in his apartment. He grabbed a pen and paper and quickly drew a big scribbly heart with a question mark next to it. He folded the paper in half and slid it into an envelope.
He licked the flap of the envelope and shut it, starting to feel a sting and the taste of iron in his mouth.
He muttered to himself. He was slightly pissed off that the envelope had given his a paper cut in his mouth, but it was a sacrifice he had to make.
Just about anything for Dazai.
Even if I have to keep a close eye on him at all times.
It was worth it.
Chuuya took a deep breath in, waited multiple seconds, and exhaled.
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Ding-dong!
Dazai stood up from where he was, hesitant to answer. But he knew who was there.
He walked to the painted wooden door and gripped the doorknob.
He turned the knob and opened the door.
"Chuuya! Nice to see you!" Dazai spoke with a smile. He forced back a blush.
"I.." He stuttered before fixing his posture and single handedly holding the note towards Dazai, who took it from the smaller boy's hands.
He slid his fingernail under the paper, peeling it open. He slowly took the note from the envelope. The utter slowness almost made Chuuya mad. What's taking so long? He thought, hands clenched into fists at his sides.
Dazai finally opened the note and looked at it for no more than two seconds before grabbing a pen from his pocket and writing something on it. A check mark next to the question mark.
He handed the paper back to Chuuya, who took it in his pale hands, staring down at it. His eyes widened. He barely looked up before his body was met with a tight hug.
He involuntarily dropped the letter, pausing before returning the hug full force. Or maybe more.
More seems like it.
The ginger buried his face in Dazai's chest.
"We're still rivals." Chuuya's muffled and now shaky voice said into the taller boy's shirt.
Of course Chuuya's still loyal to his job. As was Dazai, undoubtedly.
"If you say so."
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Sorry that was really rushed and short I've been busier than usual lately. (Le sigh) I promise the next one won't be this lazy
Thanks for over 200 reads! To everyone who's read this and especially to those who voted and commented on it: Thank you, I love you! I wouldn't be writing this if no one read it.
Another thing: I tried to find a genderbend of Tachihara and there was nothing of the sort, so I had to make one myself!
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Question: Who's your favorite genderbend BSD character? Comment your answers!
