The Tiger and The God
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Atsushi could feel something wet dripping down his chin as he stumbled forward. His side was radiating pain throughout his body almost like he had been hit by a truck. He knew he needed to leave but he could barely walk. He felt the executive steady him as he swayed from trying to walk.......Chuuya had continued walking down the hallway, following the sounds he had heard. He needed to find his subordinates and get them and the weretiger out of the building. He heard a small moan come from one of the rooms that had a sign labeled mortuary.
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Parted Entanglement { ⑤ }
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"I could kill you right here, right now." Chuuya said softly, with his knife down he hovered over Dazai. The taller man stayed silent as his eyes roamed Chuuya's face. "I could slit your throat open and make you regret what you've done to me." Chuuya pushed the knife to his throat, a little more pressure and he saw blood. Red soon soaked through the bandages, a small cut, a glimpse of dark liquid. ◇♤◇ Dazai and Chuuya were a pair, strong, argumentative, and forced. Ever since they were Fifteen, they were a pair. Until Dazai left and changed everything. In his wake he left a trail of fire and confusion, and all Chuuya could do was burn. A rekindled relationship that could never last. ⚠️ Warning: Major Charter Death, Smut, Harsh Laungue Notice!!! No Charters belong to me, All belong to Kafka Asagiri and Harukawa Sango!!! Coverage belongs to Kusaobnst on Twitter! Any other art will be credited accordingly.
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