philophobia | soukoku

black-eyed susan

hello darlings! before we start this chapter, i do want to remind everyone that kyusaku (q) is non-binary! so i will be using they/them pronouns for them! :)

chuuya looked over to dazai. "well, he's gone." he pronounced the lifeless man on the ground.

dazai turned to him, a small smile. "mission accomplished." he said.

chuuya returned the smile.

before dazai could say anything else, he doubled over, holding his stomach as he felt pain pierce through his abdomen. "are you okay?" chuuya asked him. 

dazai took one of his hands away from his stomach, seeing glistening blood on it. "i forgot about this." he winced, loosing his balance as things went blurry. 

chuuya quickly caught him. "hey, no passing out allowed, dumbass." he ordered the other. he took dazai's arm and put it over his shoulder. "you still need to carry some of your own weight."

the executive looked up at him, slowly regaining some balance. "i can't walk on my own." he responded, still holding onto his stomach to stop anymore blood from spilling.

"what do you think i'm doing right now?" the redhead responded. "come on, let's get you back to headquarters to get you more bandaged up than you already are." he stood up straight, helping dazai walk with him.

dazai's eyes widened. "chuuya, are you...helping me?" he asked in disbelief.

"don't get the wrong idea." chuuya blushed, looking at the ground.

"chuuya, i'm tired."

"shut up."

"carry me, chuuya."

"i will drop you right now."

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"ow!"

"i said to hold still."

dazai winced as mori put a cotton swab covered with rubbing alcohol over his wound, wrapping new bandages along the fifteen year old's bare upper body.

"that hurts!" dazai complained as the doctor rubbed the cotton swab along his stomach, flinching at the touch.

"you need to be properly cleaned." mori responded, finishing applying the bandage. he looked at dazai's bare chest, frowning. "what have you been doing to yourself?" he asked, pointing to the areas of his body that were already covered in bandages.

"oh, you know, just attempting suicide here and there." dazai responded casually.

mori sighed. "stop doing that." he said, applying one last bandage. "now try to move, but be careful." he ordered his subordinate.

dazai tried moving around, turning side to side. "feels sore." he mumbled. "but i'm fine."

mori smiled. "good, good." he said in relief. "i want to ask a favor from you." he tossed a clean, white button-down to the boy.

"what is it?" dazai said, catching the shirt.

"chuuya-kun has been exceeding my expectations." mori began, his smile turning into a smirk. "i want you to recruit him into the port mafia."

"what?!" dazai turned to him with wide eyes, his face flushing. "why?!"

"i see potential in him." mori answered, his eyes narrowing. "and i think you two will make a great team." he grinned.

"huh??" dazai could feel his heart racing. he would punch himself in the chest if he wasn't just fixed up. working together? no way. 

mori chuckled. "put your shirt on and go get him." he handed dazai a device. "we have his location, so it shouldn't take you long to find him." he winked.