Without You There's No Me

Seperation

A letter a fucking letter. How unbelievable. A letter and his wedding ring sitting on top of the crisp envelope he’s written out to Chuuya. His hands were shaking as he opens the envelope. He pulls out the letter and he unfolds it and sits down to process this all.

Dear Chuuya, 

I am leaving the Port Mafia behind. I won’t be back, and don’t come searching for me. I don’t want to be found, also I left the wedding ring. I never meant to let it go this far. I never thought us casually fucking would have turned into you falling in love with me, I don’t love you. I’m sorry but I just can’t pretend anymore.

Sincerely, 
Dazai

Chuuya sat the note down on the table and his eyes filled up with tears. It was a lie. Everything was a lie. He never meant anything to Dazai. He was just a good time, and that was it. Chuuya balled up the letter, and he took both wedding rings and tossed them in the fireplace. That night Chuuya stayed home all day, and he drank until he couldn’t remember anything at all.

*
When Chuuya opened his eyes the next day he had a pounding headache, and everything was beyond hazy. When did he even pass out last night? Chuuya leaned up and he could smell food being cooked in his kitchen, and his eyes widened as he saw Dazai cooking.

“What are you doing here?!? Get out!” Chuuya roared.

Dazai looked confused. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

“I’m not your baby! I said get out! Get the fuck out!” Chuuya pushed Dazai hard.

“Woah… hey… hey…! Chuuya, what is the matter?!” He tried to comfort his lover.

"Don't touch me…"

"What happened? Did you have another bad dream?"

"How can you act like you don't know what's wrong?!? How can you just leave me a letter saying you're threw with me?!"

"What?" Dazai said confused. "Chuuya that was years ago… we were 22 then… and I already explained it to you and said sorry. I thought we were past this."

"No you didn't! This only happened yesterday! And what do you mean when we were 22? We still are!"

"No. We're 33. That was almost eleven years ago. Look at the calendar."

Chuuya played to Dazai's game and he went and checked the calendar. What the hell…? It was supposed to say February 12, 2016 but instead it was December 2, 2027.

"What the hell is going on…? Last night I burned-!" But Chuuya closed his mouth quickly. Nothing was in the fireplace. Not even ashes to indicate it had ever been lit the night before. Something was wrong here. Chuuya then looked around the apartment. Things were decorated differently. It was decorated in a way where two people inhabited the space not just one.
 
"What the hell is going on…"

Dazai helps him sit down. When he finally really looked at Dazai he realized he was a lot older. And the man that usually had a clean shaved face had a beard. And this Dazai was so… different… he actually looked at Chuuya with love and admiration. He looked at him as if he was waiting patiently for Chuuya to speak, and as if he wanted to actually hear what was wrong. 

"Baby… I think you just had a long day yesterday. And you hitting your head made you a bit confused…"

Chuuya looked at Dazai before looking away. He didn't understand. What in the hell happened to him…?

*
"How long has he been like this…?" Dazai asked Kouyou sadly.

"Two years. The night you left he was attacked by an ability user. We never figured out exactly what it does. Other than putting him in a coma like state…" Kouyou said sadly. 

Dazai clenched his hands together tightly. How could this have happened… he just needed a little separation from Chuuya. He wanted to become a better man. For him and for them. For the future family they talked about. Dazai would figure out who did this… and he bring Chuuya back… no matter the cost…

To Be Continued...