Your Blood Flows In Me [Soukoku]

Uncontrollable

Dazai was really worried about everything that happened that evening. He stared at his ceiling in a daze as the events flashed before his eyes for the millionth time.

What am I going to do? Someone else knows. Hell is going to break loose again. What do I do? . . . What if it affects Chuuya too?

Little did Dazai know, Chuuya was about to commit a serious crime just for the sake of keeping his secret.

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Chuuya walked down a dimly lit street while emitting a strong bloodlust. He hoped that the stalker would be watching him right at that moment and confront him. Unfortunately, no one appeared, annoyed, Chuuya yelled: "Come out you stalker! I know you are watching me!" After a couple minutes of silence, the same guy walked out from the shadows. 
          "You had the nerve to make me wait," Chuuya said, "You better not tell anyone about Dazai. If you do, you'll die."
          "Ah, so scary~" He replied jokingly, "It doesn't matter. If I can't have you for myself then I'll make your life a living hell. How about I make Dazai run away? Die of humiliation and the judgment of society? What do you think about that Chuuya?"
Chuuya snapped, anyone who tried to hurt Dazai will pay with their life. As if he lost control of his own power, he charged straight at the stalker, dealing a solid blow to the face. He fell onto the hard pavement as Chuuya mercilessly beat him up. Stomping, punching, kicking, it was a bloody mess. 

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Dazai was on his bed staring at his bedroom ceiling. He didn't know what to do. Would Chuuya leave him? What's going to happen? Many questions flew through Dazai's head, making him unable to sleep. Eventually, he gave up and got dressed, he really wanted to see Chuuya.

Ding dong

No response.

Ding dong

No response, again.

Dazai crumbled to his knees, he knew exactly what happened. Chuuya definitely went to beat up that stalker for him. Panicked, he ran everywhere trying to find Chuuya so that he couldn't do anything too serious. Exhausted, Dazai turned the corner to a sketchy street, there, he felt an intense yet familiar bloodlust.

It. Was. Chuuya. 

Dazai ran as fast as possible to see Chuuya beating up the stalker from before. The asphalt was painted red, Chuuya stood over him, hands covered in blood. Dazai looked at him in fear, he has never seen Chuuya like this before. It's like he's lost in his own self, Chuuya couldn't control his emotions and just beat up whatever made him angry. The stalker slowly stood up again, his stance was unsteady because of the blood loss.
          "C-chuuya!" Dazai stammered, "Please stop!"
Chuuya looked in Dazai's direction,

          "Dazai?" 
It was almost like he regained control. Seeing this opening, the stalker pulled out a pocket knife and charged straight at Dazai. Chuuya reacted quickly but not fast enough. Miraculously, Chuuya jumped far enough to put his hand in between the knife and Dazai's body.
          "Arghhhhhhhh!" Chuuya cried in pain, the knife pierced through his skin, blood started to flow out, "You piece of sh*t!"
Chuuya kneed him in the stomach and kicked him in the side of the head. The stalker fell unconscious.

          "Chuuya, we have to bring you to a hospital. Please." Dazai said, supporting his boyfriend, 
          "Shut up, it doesn't hurt at all . . ." Chuuya replied weakly,
          "Why did you do this for me? You wouldn't have gotten hurt if you didn't confront him."
          "Just felt like it."
          "Tell me."
          "It's 'cause I like you. Why else? Is it weird to want to protect your boyfriend?"

Chuuya smiled at Dazai before fainting in his arms.
          "Ugh, you're too cute. Now let's get you to the hospital." Dazai whispered, kissing Chuuya on the forehead before running to the hospital with him.