Revelations {BSD/SKK}

10: The Inevitable Day

10 : The Inevitable Day

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Another month passed without much affair.

Chuuya liked to think that Dazai had recovered just fine from the memories he'd recovered. It was easier to look at Dazai and see a happy man. He did seem happy. He smiled - he didn't give them as easily as Chuuya did, but that just made the rarer moments even more special. Dazai still laughed and made stupid jokes and was just the same as always, brighter even. That's what Chuuya wanted to believe.

But he couldn't. He'd walked in on Dazai staring blankly at a plain wall one too many times. Three times now in the past month. It was enough for Chuuya to know that something wasn't right. Of course it wasn't. Dazai had lived through thirty six hours of torture, it'd be more worrying if there wasn't some kind of problem after that. So, Dazai was struggling. That wasn't the hard part. The hard part was that Chuuya had no idea what to do about it.

Dazai was eating well though, which Chuuya was grateful for. He still skipped breakfast sometimes but at least he wasn't as bony as before. He was starting to pad out just a little - probably because of all the crab Chuuya kept feeding him. Chuuya was starting to run out of ideas for new crab based meals.

After two months of experimenting with dishes Chuuya had started to pick up on more of Dazai's favourite foods. He'd also started to test which vegetables he could sneak into meals without Dazai noticing. Lamb had turned out to be a surprise favourite food. Spinach was an absolute no. Salmon had been tolerable, and apparently if Chuuya ever fed Dazai anchovies again the man would put caterpillars in all of Chuuya's socks.

This evening Chuuya found himself throwing together a quick Fettuccine alfredo, because it was ten o'clock at night and he was tired. Despite his own exhaustion he had more common sense than to try and let Dazai cook dinner, so he'd settled on making them both a simple enough dish.

"Chuuuya, can't you cook any faster? I'm hungry!"

It wasn't hard to ignore the whining - he'd had enough practise in that by now. Chuuya instead focusing on bringing the pasta water to a boil. Once he'd done that he turned to Dazai, who was unsurprisingly sat at the table, leaning his head in his arms. They'd both had a long day.

"Dazai. Get your head off my table."

Dazai groaned in protest at that but eventually lifted his head as requested, instead shifting and leaning back so he was slumped in his chair. It tilted dangerously backwards and Chuuya caught it with magic just as it was about to fall, instead manipulating a little gravity to stick the legs of the chair to the floor, stopping Dazai from tipping himself backwards again.

Apparently that didn't please Dazai in the slightest. "Chuuuuuya, I'm bored, you're boring. Let my chair go!"

"No." Chuuya turned back to the stove without another word, eyebrows furrowing in frustration as he realised the pasta would take another five minutes to cook. Impatient and not wanting to wait much longer he cut down the cooking time of the pasta, heating the water far above natural temperatures. As soon as it was ready he quickly started to drain it. He was starving. If Dazai kept bugging him before he could eat then he was probably going to snap.

Unfortunately Dazai did not know when to stop. "Come ooon I'm hungry, do-"

Silence. Chuuya sighed in relief. Teleporting Dazai off to the library was perhaps not his kindest move, but Chuuya had had enough. He just wanted food, a nice glass of wine and to go the fuck to bed. But no, instead he'd ended up with a Dazai that had apparently perfected the art of calling his name in the most irritating way humanly possible.