Sick For You | Soukoku

A conclusion

Yosano was on her way to Dazai's house once more, to confirm the riddance of Hanahaki, a particular Nasty disease if she does say so herself.

She wasn't very close with Dazai, very few were, so when he called her in a panic worried for Chuuya's life, she knew. She already deducted that Dazai was Bisexual, despite how hard he tries to convince people he's straight. 

She could hear the love and worry in his voice. It reminded her of somethings, but it arose a dark question, one she didn't know if she wanted the answer. 

Why did Dazai try to convince people he was straight, no one at the ADA was homophobic.

Soon enough she pulled into parking and knocked on the door. Dazai opened the door with messy hair and his face was pinked and sweaty.

Yosano raised an eyebrow at his appearance, "You know I'd prefer to use conscious victim-Patients. So please tell me you didn't fuck him so hard he passed out?"

"No...he's awake." Dazai moved to show a shirtless Chuuya on his phone in his bed.

"Chuuya." Yosano walked in past Dazai and towards the bed.

"Oh, it's you." Chuuya didn't lookup.

"Yea." Yosano crossed her arms.

"Welp, Tell me if I'm sick or not." Chuuya sighed and reached his arm out.

Yosano grabbed his wrist, "Yep, you're fine." 

"That fast?" Chuuya raised his eyebrow.

"You had flower stems in your veins and throat before and they're not in there anymore," Yosano let go of his wrist, "but just to make sure.."

Yosano grabbed his head and looked down his throat.

"Hey-" Chuuya protested.

"Yeah, you're fine." 

"Great," Chuuya smirked at Dazai.

Yosano sat down, "Dazai...I was thinking, Why do you try to convince people when you first meet them that you're straight?" 

Chuuya sat up more, "I was wondering that too." 

Dazai sighed, "I...I didn't have a supportive dad, or a neighborhood, or school, or family. I guess you could say I was always judged and I didn't want to add to that, so I suppose its an instinct."

Yosano nodded, "Sorry for asking, I'll be taking my leave now."

Chuuya frowned and made grabby hands for Dazai.

"Bye, Yosano," Dazai said sitting next to Chuuya.

She left and they were alone. It seemed the two always ended back up together somehow, like two silk fabrics intertwining. Whether they were fighting each other or together, if at all, is not disclosed, all it was the two alone.

Chuuya pulled Dazai's head into his lap, "I'm sorry, What of your dad anyway?" 

Dazai smiled creepily and suddenly, "He died shortly before I joined the Mafia."

Chuuya smirked playing with his boyfriend's hair, He missed calling Dazai that. Chuuya would make sure that the only time he stops calling Dazai his boyfriend is when he can call him his Husband.

"Well, then, what about your mom?" Chuuya felt Dazai's hand tracing his hand on his head.

"She died when I was young." Dazai put his hands under Chuuya's face before leaning up and kissing him on the lips.

Chuuya immediately kissed him back before he broke it for air, "Do you even breath?" 

"Yes but If I suffocate then its a Win-Win!" Dazai winked.

"No." Chuuya glared, "You are not going to die before we live happy lives annoying the fuck out of each other." 

"Aww, That's cute." Dazai giggled, "Like you."

Chuuya flushed heavily, "Flirt." 

Dazai moved Chuuya onto his lap, "That's not what you were calling me earlier." 

Chuuya flipped him off, then literally, Judo flipped him out from under himself to the other side of the bed.

"Ooh, what's kinky hair Nakahara going to do to his seme?"

"Kinky hair Nakahara is taking kinkiest man Dazai on a fucking date in public because he's a horny fucker." 

"I'd still reck you in public." Dazai winked, as Chuuya pinned his hands down.

Chuuya groaned and rolled off him, "I'm taking you to a nice restaurant."

Dazai sat up and buttoned up his shirt before pulling his vest over it and then, lastly- his signature tan trench-coat.

Chuuya opened Dazai's closet to see if his clothes were in there, but on the top shelf he saw a hat, he thought it his own, then he pulled it down. It was a hat Chuuya gave to Dazai. He thought that Dazai had thrown it out-ages ago. Chuuya smirked and stood on his tippy-toes to put the hat on dazai from behind.

"Oh this, dammit I was hoping you'd be too short to see it." Dazai turned around and smirked at him.

 "Oh hush it, Mackrel." 

The two left together for their date, Once Chuuya found his clothes, and thus they had a nice time. They moved in together and they stilled annoyed the fuck out of each other but they loved each other endlessly, some people would call them soulmates, or intertwined in a dance of fate, or lovesick fools who grow old together. Maybe enemies at work and Lovers at home, or maybe, there two people who found their home in each other.

Whatever you use to describe them, they're together and they've picked eachothers for partners in a game we call life. Just because the story ends here doesn't mean that thier story does, they won't freeze once this ends. Their story will continue inside your memories and headcanons and thought, possibly, your heart. Or if this wasn't your fancy you can block as much of this out.  

But in reality, the truth is, a story is never over until a reader says it's over or forgets it, and that is the beauty of fanfiction. You can imagine Dazai and Chuuya cleaning up the blood from his hanahaki or thier marriage.

This is where one of thier stories ends, but it's not over.