Revelations {BSD/SKK}

4: I Never Said I Was a Good Man

Four: I Never Said I Was a Good Man

"Why aren't any of Chuuya's paintings hung up on the walls? You've got so many in kinda weird places. Wouldn't it be easier to just hang them up?"

They'd spent the day in the library. Chuuya was floating about five feet above the carpeted floor, hovering cross legged next to one of the nearby bookshelves. He was surrounded by pieces of note paper and a few open books that were also all floating in the space around Chuuya. Dazai hadn't asked about this particular phenomenon yet but it was high on his 'Weird Shit to Ask the Sorcerer About' list.

But for now, paintings. Dazai had spent a good seven hours in total wandering about the house so far and he hadn't missed how not one of Chuuya's framed paintings were actually hung on the walls. They were always propped on some drawers or resting against cabinets or other objects of the solid variety.

"Seriously? Out of all the things to ask about you go for paintings?" Dazai nodded in happy confirmation, although he hadn't looked up at Chuuya even when asking his question. His eyes were glued to one of the cheesy romance novels he'd found in the expansive library. He wasn't usually interested in romance novels unless they were of the tragic kind but this one was about a magician. When he'd spotted it on the shelves he'd felt obligated to at least skim it, if only for the irony.

Dazai did however look up in surprise as with a gentle tug from some invisible force the novel was pulled up and out of his hands, floating across the room to Chuuya. Dazai scowled at the incredibly judgemental and far too amused look he received as Chuuya saw what he was reading "Seriously, 'The Sorcerer's Bride'? Are you trying to tell me something, pet?"

Dazai was absolutely not blushing. The red he could feel burning cheeks was just the heat of the roaring fireplace, which the living wooden walls were somehow immune to. That was all.

"Of course not!" Dazai sat up on the sofa he'd been sprawled over, staring at Chuuya indignantly. "If I was going to marry a man it most certainly wouldn't be one shorter than me!" He pouted as Chuuya didn't snap at the bait, only raised a questioning eyebrow instead.

"So you would marry a man?"

Just a second of hesitation as his mind raced, not long enough to break the momentum of their conversation but he knew that Chuuya would still notice the pause. This wasn't something Dazai usually talked about, but Chuuya's question hadn't seemed at all damning, only curious..

"I'll marry whomever I please! It's called being progressive Chuuya, keep up~"

"Wha-? I wasn't-" Flustered. Sputtering. The desired reaction. "I - Ugh, whatever. You wanted to know about my paintings, yeah?"

"I don't give a shit about your paintings." The moment of outrage on Chuuya's face was well worth the lie "I just want to know why you don't hang any of them up."

To Dazai's surprise Chuuya didn't rattle off a quick answer but instead descended back down to the floor, his notes stacking themselves on the coffee table and the books flying back to their places on the rows of bookshelves. Dazai watched as Chuuya took a seat on the red beanbag by the fireplace, somehow managing to make sinking into a fabric bag full of polystyrene beads look graceful.

"I don't usually tell people this so once I tell you I'm definitely not going to be able to let you go, ever. Not that I was planning to."

Dazai knew the warning was supposed to be something he took seriously but in reality it was just succeeding in amplifying his curiosity. He'd expected a simple explanation to his question but now it seemed as though he'd stumbled across something deeper. Chuuya seemed to take his silence as a confirmation and sighed, picking up a glass full of wine that Dazai was absolutely certain hadn't been in the room before.