𝒮𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓎 𝑒𝓃𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈
𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧?
When Dazai ascends to a Boss of Port Mafia, he is targeted by many for numerous reasons. Revenge, power...
The days following that incident was awkward between us, other than the ruthless assassination attempts at Osamu, and the boring missions and meetings we attend, there was not much interaction between us. He just seemed distant, his eyes always drifted away, seemingly thinking, deep in thought. I would often find myself staring at him, he seemed more, important to me. I always felt anger bubbling up in my soul whenever he got too close to someone. I would clutch my hands into fists and shove them in my pockets, and just continually glare at the person. After a week, he got back to normal, childishly teasing me often and getting more sleep and better meals instead of just coffee and a stale sandwich. His eyes gradually cleared up and were brighter, his eyebags lighter and became less of a skeleton.
A few days later after the change, the Dazai Osamu I knew from our first meeting as two naive and ignorant 15-year-olds came back. I was happy. He became a lot more vibrant and less ruthless when it came to punishments, and he always had a smile when he was around. That was until I found out that he was taking endorphin pills. I was making coffee when I found his stash of the red and white pills in the cupboard. I dropped the bottle of pills onto the ground in shock, shattering it. I left my coffee on the table, running towards Osamu's office, in both anger and worry.
"Osamu!" I yelled as I slammed open the doors, shaking the room and causing loose papers to fly about. He widened his eyes in shock, then smiled at me mischievously, unknowing about what I found. "Yes, Chuu~Ya~?"
I ran over, pinning him onto his desk, placing his hands under mine as he was bound by the wrists. He smirked, thinking that, "Chuuya, I didn't think you were so bold-" But stopped when he saw tears rolling down my cheeks. "O-oi, Chuuya are you okay-"
"Why?"
"Wha-"
"Why the pills? Why didn't you tell me?" His eyes darkened and his smirk pursed into a thin line. He managed to wiggle one hand out from my grip and gently caressed my cheek, cupping it as he wiped the tears away. He smiled gently at me, but I knew it was fake. "I didn't want you to worry."
"If you don't want me to worry then don't do stupid stuff like this! Osamu! Faking it won't change anything!" I sobbed, hiccups choking me as I cried out. His eyes were filled with hurt and worry, but I could care less. I gently released him from my grip but pulling one arm towards me so that I could unwrap the bandages. His eyes widened as he tried to pull back but it was futile. Under the layers of bandages, lay fresh streaks of deep cuts, still red and bloody, staining it scarlet.
Osamu stared at the ground reluctantly, his forlorn expression away from me. I gently caressed his scars and wounds he shivered under my touch. I sighed, knowing that he was guilty. "Come on, let's get the wounds cleaned up."
He was silent as I led him to the private infirmary near the office, quietly following my instructions. Entering the empty infirmary, I went to the cupboards, taking out a few creams and a few rolls of bandages as he sat on the soft bed. I walked over, then placed the items on the bed. "Strip."
At first, he was shocked at my request but obediently did it nonetheless. I watched as he took off his coat, then his suit, followed by his vest and his dress shirt, leaving his bandages on. From my view, I could see his well-sculpted body that was covered in bandages, the ones on his arms being visibly new and stained, and the ones on his chest and back tightly bound to hide whatever scars there were.
I unwrapped him slowly, peeling off each layer of bandages slowly, careful not to cause pain. While doing so, he sat there, guilt written all over his face as I found more and more traces of self-harm and suicide attempts. After peeling off all the bandages from his upper body, I silently traced all the scars with my fingers, him shuddering under my touch. "Hand."
He gave me his hand obediently, allowing me to take a few swabs of the cream to spread it over the wounds. He grimaced as the cream touched the deep cuts. After swabbing in the cream onto all the wounds and healing scars, I gently wrapped new bandages onto him. Once I finished with the wrapping, I sat down on the bed with him, allowing him to dress.
Sliding off the gauntlets that bound my hands, he widened his eyes in surprise as I took his hands and placed them into mine, staring at his brown eyes, I spoke, "Why?"
He sighed, knowing that there was no escape. Tears pricked his eyes, I drew circles on his palm to calm him down. He spoke with a cracked voice, "Will you believe me even if I said the most ridiculous things?"
"You know the answer well, Osamu." I gave him a soft smile.
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Dazai's POV
I spoke softly as I recounted everything I did since I was 18 when I found the book. Chuuya's expressions were like a video when I paused, he paused. When I said something good, he smiled, when I said something hurtful, he frowned and drew circles on my back, calming my nerves. He was truly, the one who understood me best.
"So let me get this straight, the book, the thing you found four years ago, is a godly object that isn't supposed to be in human hands and it makes anything written in it come true. So, in an alternate universe that your friend, Odasaku, died in, you found the Book after his death and wanted to bring him back. So when you wrote that 'Oda Sakunosuke is alive', you got transported to this universe, so you and this world's original Dazai switched places? But you didn't specify how he is alive, so he is now alive and well, but he does not know you and he is an enemy and in the Armed Detective Agency instead of the Port Mafia. Wow, Osamu I know you fuck up stuff but not to this extent of people's lives." He inquired, an 'unbelievable' look on his face. "You don't believe me?"
"I believe you. So now the Book is now in that Fyodor's hands and you sent Atsushi and Kyouka to get it?" I nodded and he gave a deep sigh, placing a hand on his forehead.
"Alright, I get it now. However, there's another problem." I cocked my head to the side in confusion, a problem?
"I'm attached to you."
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