I swear | bsd | Soukoku ✔

8

 The brunet arms curled around his sore legs; hugging his knees close to his chest waiting for the hatrack to rise. Distraught from the ceaseless amount of details surging in and out; analysing every fraction of the "vision"; memorising it from beginning to end spontaneously. 

All positive emotions had fled; chaining him only to the one that he had no control over. Increasing insecurity whenever harm is anticipated to wash upon the former mafioso. Paranoia wasn't just taking a toll on his mental state but also physical.

Every window was closed and covered. Plunging the apartment into darkness from the lack of daylight; beaming through the curtains. Doors were locked making sure that no one could come in or go out. This was as shielded as it was going to get inside of the apartment from keeping out possible murder suspects.

"As long as he is here with me, everything will be fine". Asking the agency for security would be an outright no from them and Chuuya. " No I will be the one to fix this, I promised the Chibi I would". The bandaged freak was the only one who knew the in's and out's of this goddamned mindfuck. Having the power to stop things from happening if he plays the right cards.

Eyes lazily opened; immediately meeting with Twilight. Then shutting again to echo the same cycle; praying for it to be morning. But it was still the same. A poor ray of light shined through the blackout curtains. 

He viewed the clock on the chrome table, just turning 13:45 pm. The Hatrack had slept in. " What the fuck, he would have woken me up ages ago". A hangover intensely smashed into him; forcefully shoving the aftertaste of vomit down his throat. Encountering the acidity of the wine from yesterday. 

The former mafioso warily removed himself from his sleeping pit; examining his clothing to check if there was vomit on them. " Thank God". Chuuya gathered up all the bed covers that had fallen on the floor during the night. Then catching a single glance of racoon eyes in the mirror. Eyeliner had smudged all over his face; sinking into every pore. This needed energy to remove which he didn't have from just waking up. He threw on one of Dazai's shirt's that had been dumped on the floor and went to find him.

The living room was even darker than in the bedroom. Not being able to see his way around the apartment without tripping over something. On the couch was a man muttering the same things to himself repeatedly. " I can't do that". A small hand was placed on the brunet's shoulder; causing him to jump up into the mid-air.  " Why are you sat in the dark". Dazai turns around to be greeted with the shadow of a sleepy hatrack." Thank God that you are okay, I was really worried".

 The bandaged freak's arms stretched around his waist; burying his head in Chuuya's neck crease. " What are you talking about, I was just sleeping ". A pause infiltrated the room; realising how mad he sounded. 

" Oh, I didn't sleep well last night, so just forget it". 

A short shadow moved over to the curtain so he actually see Dazai.  He tugged on the heavy curtains moving them to one side so he could absorb the light of noon.

Frantic words spilt; distorting as the speed increases. " What are you doing, there might be snipers outside". Mackerel spoke; revealing a look of panic. He picked up the former mafioso away from the window and placed him on the couch.

" Stay here and don't move or make any sound". He whispers then drifting back toward the curtain to check that there was absolutely no way for anyone to look in. 

The hatrack observed the brunet's weird behaviour patterns. But he was naturally weirdo so there wasn't more to think about. "Why were you whispering ?". Chuuya had not taken any of Dazai's rules into account and began talking in a normal inside voice that was enough to cause a stir.