As the dinner had started,Kouyou had sat the newly arrived boy next to the brunette,This made Dazai blush...he could feel the other stare at him while they ate...Whenever he glanced,their eyes would meet,all Dazai wanted was to return to his room...he tried dodging the questions batted at him by the other mafiasos but some were quite hard to avoid...things like 'what do you think about the mafia' or 'if he had an ability that he was aware of' ...but no matter what they asked... He didnt know what to say...
The meal soon ended and he started to limp his way to his room,The other members were still having a meeting,which made the halls quiet and empty...as he walked,he heard footsteps follow him but he simply shook it off and made it to the room..as soon as he closed the door and took off the jacket...
"So you stained my jacket...newbie"
He flinched as he quickly turned and hid his arm,It was the ginger boy...but what was he doing here?
"Look...I-I dont know you but you are starting to freak me out...who are you anyways? What are you doing here?"
The ginger snorted as he approached the taller with a sly smirk,raising an eyebrow as he looked at Dazai head to toe.
"Hmm,well hate to break it to ya newbie...but This is my room...why do you think MY jacket was here in the first place?"
Dazai gulped,but Mori told him to stay in that room...does that mean that they are roomates? The brunette started to tremble as he stared into the other's cold glare...soon the other's smirk curled up into a warm smile...laughing as he patted Dazai on the shoulder.
"Relax relax newbie! I was only kidding...Chuuya Nakahara by the way...hehe its okay you can keep the jacket if you want to"
The brunette blinked at the sudden change of expression,nodding and looking away in embarrassment...
Chuuya tilted his head and snapped.."Hey,newbie...chill,You got a name or somethin?"
Dazai slowly looked at him...why was he being so nice? He wondered as he looked at the ginger who was awaiting an answer...
"Dazai.....Dazai Osamu...."
He spoke softly,before another word was spoken,the ginger grabbed ahold of the others arm forcfully.
"HEY!WHAT THE HECK D---!?"
The brunette yelled but his mouth was covered immediately by the shorter...Chuuya took a good look at the bandages...which he ripped off,the brunette winced as the ginger felt the newly stitched up wound..along with other gruesome stitched up cuts
"Did you do this?"
Dazai looked away,he was embarrassed...too embarrassed...
The ginger let go of his mouth and held the other's chin,forcing him to look down at him."Did.You.Do.This.?"
Dazai's eyes started to water as he pulled his arm away..sitting down on the floor...
"Yeah I did,so what!?I cut myself so what!?...What?You're gonna tell them? S-so they can kick me out? S-so they will no I'm not capable in being in the mafia!?"
The brunette was having a breakdown... Chuuya stared in surprise, letting go.
"Hey....Dazai..."
The brunette looked up with teary eyes,he was vulnerable...which the ginger had found amusing... He had never seen anyone cower infront of him,he kneeled down and pat his shoulder once more.
"I'm not gonna rat you out..."
"You...won't"
The ginger smiled and stood up once more.
"Yeah...it's not really my cup of tea.."
Chuuya shrugged and Dazai quickly stood up and blinked,he was overjoyed...well...not for long...
"Reall--"
"BUT!"
Dazai was cut off as the ginger quickly turned and pinned him against a wall by the arm,gripping onto it tightly making the brunette wince....
"I am quite possesive about everything in this room...and since you're here...I just can't let you off the hook after stealing my jacket..."
"W-what...d-do you want with me?"
Chuuya smirked and gripped onto his arm harder and covered the brunette's mouth with his free hand,making Dazai let out a muffked screech.
"Hmm that doesn't seem right....I thought you liked pain?"
The taller dug his teeth into the shorter male's hand,making chuuya let go and glare at Dazai.
"WHAT MAKES YOU THINK---"
Before Dazai could finish,He was met with a swift iron punch,being all frail and weak...the brunette fell,as he was about to stand,the ginger stepped on his arm,the sound of pained screaming filling the room.
"Do you want to get ratted out that badly?"
"N-no no please...I don't want to go back in the streets!"
"Hmm are you begging?"
The ginger smirked and pressed his foot down harder against his arm.
"Yes! I'M BEGGING!!"
Chuuya smirked and stepped off, watching the brunette scurry to the corner,rubbing his bleeding arm.
"That's what I thought..."
Dazai just sent him a glare,the ginger laughed and raised a brow as he approached him,kneeling down and reached to brush his fingers gently through his brown locks...smiling softly as he looked at the terrified brunette..
"So...you really wanna stay?...why?"
Chuuya spoke in a soft tone and waited for a reply patiently...Dazai looked towards him and rubbed his fuzzy eyes...
"I...I dont want to go back...I dont want to feel like I don't exist...I want to be part of something...Now beat me up all you want I don't care...j-just don't rat me out..."
Interesting....the ginger thought,he chuckled and ran his fingers through brown locks of hair,making his way to lightly caress his cheeck...the brunette however flinched in terror and looked at him,confused on how the other was acting...
"Nah I won't....you seem like someone amusing and interesting...not to mention rather good looking..."
Dazai blushed...nobody has ever complimented him like that...okay sure he admits...this Chuuya guy seemed pretty sexy...
"Buuuut...If you really really want to keep your Masochistic secret safe and sound....I got conditions...."
The 15 yr old's eyes widened, conditions....He was afraid...Deep down he just wanted to run away...but no...he needed to take this risk... For his sake...he gulped and gave a nod.
"W-what are they?"
"Hmm well...its all simple actually.."
He leaned down and whispered to his ear...his voice was spine chilling but yet how sickly as it sounded...it was somewhat soothing.
"All you gotta do...Is be mine..."

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Soukoku:Wine and Stitches
Fanfiction"My Journal is where I feel free...But Freedom is cut short when you live with shackles...but either way I'm okay with it....pain soothes me" -Osamu,Dazai After being picked up from the streets from a young age,Dazai is brought into the Port Mafia...