{Soukoku One Shots}

Chapter 3

A/N: I wrote when my power went out, and then I abandoned it. But I came back and finished it because I liked the plot of it~
There is some forced smut in here, if you don't like it don't read it

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Thunder vibrated the thin walls of the apartment, and bright flashes of lighting slipped through the strips between the blinds. Besides the tapping of heavy rain against the building that echoed through the rooms, everything was silent. In the living room a ginger rested, propped in an arm chair with his head tilted back, hat covering most of his face and his bright hair framing it. In his hand was a glass filled partially with a liquid the same crimson as blood, his other hand lazily spun his finger around the rim of it.

Chuuya loved rainy days, so he had been especially thrilled after work to see that a storm had been on its way. The way the clouds darkened the day, and the soothing patter of the constant down pour calmed him. He could listen to it for hours, along with the occasional crack of lightning and the deep rumble of thunder.

It was the perfect night for the overworked executive to relax by himself with his drinks and-

A sharp knock on his door made him jump, nearly spilling the dark wine all over himself, god he would've been pissed. He turned his head to the door, and waited for a few moments hoping whoever it was would just go away. That wasn't the case, and another harder knock interrupted the silence.

'Who the hell is that. It was almost midnight, no one should've been stopping by at this time.' The now upset executive thought as he unwilling set down his glass and walked towards the door. He placed his hand on the hilt of his knife just to be safe, and he opened the door just as the unknown person began to knock again.

"Yes?"

Blue eyes fixed on the tall male in front of him, who was soaked to the bone and had obviously walked here. Dark strands stuck to his washed out skin, he didn't have his tan jacket but wore a dark vest and grayish under shirt with his normal pants. He had his hand up, his arms covered in his typical bandages and clenched mid knock, he put down his hand, a grin appearing on his face. But something seemed a bit off about him.

"Hey Chu-"

The ginger immediately tried to shut the door but found it wouldn't go all the way because of a certain detective's foot blocking it.

"Nice try." Dazai sang out still grinning and laughed.

Chuuya glared at the Agency member and a faint red aura became visible around his body. "I'm going to crush your foot, I'm being nice and warning you to move it. Now." He growled.

"I had no idea you were such a good person Chuuya~" The brunette cooed and reached inside the apartment, grabbing the smaller male's wrist. Small blue rings sparked to life as he nullified his ex partner's ability before any of him could be crushed, and he looked at the now very angered man. "But not today, now let me in."

The brunette tried to force his way inside but was met by a fist planting straight into his stomach forcing him back a bit. He coughed roughly, and stumbled before steadying himself and smirking. "I can't tell if you're going easy on me, or if you've just gotten weaker."

A split second after his words, Dazai was thrown into the other side of the hall with a loud crack as the wall gave way a bit. The ginger winced slightly, usually the taller male would've expected that and at least blocked it.

"I'm going easy on you." Chuuya hid his worry and snarled at the brunette as the rumble of thunder vibrated the hall. "Now leave or my neighbors are going to call the police with complaints of screaming."