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Chaos and rubble was all that surrounded them, Dazai sitting on the ground with a sleeping beauty on his lap.
He should be more worried about a certain dangerous rat, peeking at their intimate moment, but all of Dazai's attention could only be on this beautifully bleeding face.
Hand ran over cute features, cleaning the blood on the forehead, under the eyes, on cheeks, nose, chin, mouth being the dessert- and he suddenly heard a familiar voice in his ear.
"Dazai ! Are you still alive ?!"
"I am, sadly, although i am glad to know you survived as well, Odasaku ."
"How about your partner ?"
"He's sleeping soundly, as if he didn't just destroy half of the city ..."
"Where are you ? I'm coming to pick you up ."
After a quick description of his surroundings, the call ended, hazel eyes going straight back to those red of blood lips.
This isn't what Dazai should be thinking of, especially not under such circumstances, or environment, he could hear Kouyou lecturing him, but there was a reason why his mentor was Mori-
Dazai was no one but Dazai. He needed to have a taste of those bloody lips.
"Dostoyevsky's still watching .. so i might as well offer a show ."
"In case he ever thinks of using you, he will know who you belong to ..." were the thoughts running in that crazy mind, one which at the same time, was preparing itself for the upcoming event.
Face slowly leaned down, savoring every millisecond this ethereal moment will last, chocolate eyes wouldn't look at anything but those tender lips, ones he will soon kiss.
Only inches away, only an inch away, only a millisecond away, and their lips would have met, if it wasn't Oda who came in right at that moment.
Dazai was too good of an Actor, regaining his composure in no time, he covered Chuuya's head with his hat which he sure didn't easily find, it was his best occasion to get rid of it, or even destroy it, considering how many times he claimed his hatred for it, yet he didn't ...
As if Oda didn't just catch him about to kiss the sleeping redhead, Dazai gave his friend a wide smile, a smile that told him to forget anything he saw, and Oda did get the message.
"I didn't expect you to come so fast, Odasaku ."
"I was pretty close, and i found this on my way too, it's dear to him, right ?"
Oda glanced at the red motorbike he brought, ready to offer his help to lift the redhead but he chose to keep that to himself, not after he walked on their intimate moment .. despite it being one sided.
"How did that bike ever survive the explosion ? As if it had seven lives, unlike it's original owner ..."
Oda was the one to take the first seat, riding the motorbike, Dazai was in the backseat and a passed out Chuuya in between the two, but because Dazai didn't hold him properly, Chuuya's body leaned forward, right against Oda's back.
"Wrap his arms around my waist so that he keeps his balance ."
"Don't worry about that, Odasaku, just focus on riding the bike ."
Dazai's tone was the most genuine, but Oda was his friend, that's why he could easily hear his jealousy under that fake, caring tone, glancing back at the brunet who pulled the redhead towards him instead, with Chuuya's back being right against Dazai's chest.
But then again, friendship didn't mean knowing everything about the other, reason why Oda had no idea what kind of thoughts were running through crazy mind at butt resting against groin, thanks to the partners proximity.
"If Chuuya ever finds out you rode his bike he would be so mad~"
"He will never find out if you don't tell him ."
"So it's all up to me~"
"And you will tell him .."
"Of course i will, nothing is better than a furious Chuuya~"
"He was pretty calm when you were about to kiss him-" Oda kept these thoughts to himself, he was never the type to judge, it was up to the partners and he would never meddle in, but he did hope his friend could someday be more genuine.
"Should i head to the Port or the HQ ?"
Port, container, Dazai's place. It took Dazai less than a second to understand Oda's reasoning, it didn't seem like he forgot about what he interrupted earlier.
"No, i will lead you to Chuuya's place ."
"You aren't going to make your report yet ?"
"Mori-san can wait ."
"He wants his partner to rest ..." Oda had the whole image at this point, his friend was nothing but a bratty teen in love.
It didn't take them long to reach Chuuya's place, Dazai letting his friend know where he should leave the motorbike but before he leaves, Oda took a second to stare at the brunet lifting his partner bridal style, this gesture told Oda everything he needed to know.
Dazai on the other hand, was considering going to the gym to build some muscles, Chuuya was way heavier compared to months ago "Even though he didn't grow an inch !" Dazai complained to himself.
All his thoughts faded away when he felt gloved hand hold tight on his shirt. Chuuya wasn't awake, but Dazai clearly saw a tear run down his cheek.
Chuuya couldn't dream, yet even in his empty sleep, he cried his lost friends.
He was human, more human than he should be.
At that sight, Dazai who was quite the opposite, quite a no longer human, couldn't help but question himself.
I wonder how it feels to lose a friend.