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A very angry Chuuya stomped down the rather dull and very long hallway as the clock hit 1:30. A trail of crisp white powder followed behind the short executive.
He was particularly annoyed as he stomped towards a bandaged mackerel’s room. Chuuya studied the hallway as he walked down. He noted the nameplates of each Armed Detective Agency member on each door.
He continued trudging along as he imagined what Dazai was doing right now. He clenched his fists until they began to turn off-white. Chuuya became ever so slightly irked once he caught sight of Dazai’s dorm. He tried to compose himself to avoid too much conflict with the bastard.
Chuuya could never really tell if he cared about Dazai’s well-being. The only thing he did know was that he wasn't getting stood up by a suicidal maniac.
Chuuya took a rackety inhale and knocked on the door just loudly enough to get a response from Dazai without the members waking up. Chuuya stood there only to be left with silence. He began to grow ever so slightly snappy.
“Damn, why isn't that shitty Dazai answering? He rarely ever sleeps…” Chuuya muttered.
The ginger knocked again. This time belligerently. He grew anxious that the brunette did something stupid again. His ears perked up when he heard a very tiny but noticeable thud.
Chuuya immediately took a mental note of the thud. He looked like he was in displeasure as he stood in front of the closed door. He was always used to witnessing Dazai strangling himself or something of that nature when the door got locked.
Not being pleased, Chuuya let out a half-witted sigh. He kicked down the door with no hesitation.
Chuuya walked into the Man's apartment. The only source of light was from the lamp. The light softly flooded into the living room area where Dazai was situated. His gaze immediately shifted to Dazai. He took notice of the many bottles of whiskey on the floor surrounding the brunette boy.
Between the whiskey bottles, there were cigarettes and other unpleasant items. Chuuya made a mental note of that as he walked a bit closer. Dazai took notice of Chuuya after he saw him approaching. Without hesitation, Dazai sprung up only to get dizzy and sit back down. He started speaking in his usual tone. The brunette did look quite sick as he sat down with a grunt.He only had a few slurred words peppered in his speech.
“ Ah! Chibi! Your heree~ I missed you.”
Chuuya looked down at him with a heavy gaze. He parts his lips and begins to speak.“ Stupid mackerel. You fucking stood me up! We were supposed to go hang out. Instead, I received a message from you that you were Fucking throwing up… care to explain !”
Chuuya moved his gaze downwards and noticed Dazai looked rather pale.
“Hey, shitty Dazai. Did you drink all of this whiskey today?”
Dazai nods slightly. He’s still smiling as his dazed eyes meet Chuuya’s.
“Chibi must have finally gotten a brain~” Dazai teases as he tugs on Chuuya's jacket.
It was visible on the ginger's face that he was angry. He reluctantly kept his mouth shut. Instead, he made a rather polite demand. "Dazai, you need to slow down on the drinking you look like you're getting ill.”
Dazai was surprised by Chuuya's reaction to his insult. It wasn’t a joke or snarky comment but rather one of concern.
“Chibi~ I'm an adult! So why would I stop?!”
“Dazai please, I don't want you getting sick in a dingy apartment drunk out of your mind! I know that if I don't help you now you'll become even more of an ass.”
Chuuya was starting to lose his patience. He tapped his foot and he then knelt beside Dazai.
“Don't you dare try to tell me you aren't sick because I can tell.”
“Chibi must have hit his head on the way here!”
The ginger starts to get pissed and he grabs Dazai by his wrinkled collar. Chuuya drags the whining brunet from his pile of whiskey and he scoops him up by the legs. Chuuya frowns about how light Dazai is in his arms. Chuuya will make sure that he has a chat about that with Dazai later.
“Chibi put me down! You are so small that you may drop me!” dazai exclaims putting on a dramatic look.
Chuuya rolls his eyes being sure that Dazai got the message that he didn't like fucking around.
“ Okay you piece of shit, I'm going to set you down just don't fight me on it.”
Dazai compliantly nods his head, he can notice Chuuya probably is seething at him.
Chuuya gingerly sets down Dazai on the futon, the brunette squirms a bit but afterward, he settles sitting upright. The ginger pulls off a glove and puts the back of his hand on Dazai’s head. Dazai was definitely too warm and a little too drunk for Chuuya’s liking.
“Hey Dazai, where do you keep your shitty medicines and crap?”
Dazai was starting to look less lively than before, his milky brown bangs plastered to his skin and his eyes looked like glass. Dazi ground and pointed to the bathroom. Chuuya knows that the ADA doesn’t let Dazai have any access to pills or medications of any type but he does have the basics. The ginger walks into the bathroom and rummages around to collect all the items needed. Chuuya starts walking back to the futon. He sees Dazai lying on his side sweating to death. With that Chuuya sighs and sits down placing all the items by his right side. The ginger knows he’ll have to make a quick run to the pharmacy later.
“Okay Dazai, we can do this two ways. First, you can not accept my treatment and I'll send you to the doctors.”
Chuuya’s voice suddenly trails off and is hesitant for a second. He knows the doctor card is a nasty one to pull given Dazai’s history. The ginger decides to continue regardless.
“ The second option is that you cooperate and let me help you so that way I don't find you worse off lying in my apartment.”
Dazai was quick to respond to Chuuya, the brunette obviously chose the latter. Chuuya grabs the thermometer and turns it on. Chuuya knows that Dazai is obviously feverish but the ginger wants to know if it's getting too high.
“ Okay, just open up for me.” Dazai is hesitant but complies with Chuuya's request.
The ginger sticks the cold metal thermometer in the sickly brunette’s mouth. Dazai squirms and tries to spit it out but Chuuya is quick to hold it in place. After a while, the thermometer beeps, and Chuuya tugs it out of a very upset Dazai’s mouth. Chuuya thought Dazai’s pouting was quite funny. The ginger looked down at the thermometer reading and suddenly his smile turned into a frown. It read 40℃ on the thermometer and that made Chuuya’s insides twist around. He knew he needed to bring down this fever before it could get higher. Chuuya glanced to his side to look at Dazai who was lying down curled into a ball. Dazai looked even more sickly than when Chuuya first arrived, now fully drenched. Chuuya knelt down to eye level with Dazai and began to talk.
“Dazai? You with me?” A sickly Dzai peeled back his eyelids and looked up. He responded slowly and sluggishly.
“Atsuhi? No Chuu.”
“Yes.” Chuuya replied “its chuuya. You had to go and get sick didn’t you”
The ginger had less malice in his voice than earlier as he stood up to go get a cool rag and water. Chuuya walked into the kitchen and noticed the water cups were on the top cabinet. He used ‘For the tainted sorrow’ and brought down a cup. He filled it up with some water and he dampened a cloth. He began to step out of the kitchen and he cursed under his breath looking at the whiskey bottles before walking back. Chuuya sat beside Dazai and gently put the water on the table. The ginger saw that the skinny brunette was asleep, so Chuuya gently put the washcloth on his head without disturbing him. Next on Chuuya’s long list called ‘How to fix up Dazai’ was to go get medicine from a drug store. The ginger looked at Dazai one last time before he grabbed his jacket and headed out. Chuuya shut the front door behind himself, peering back just this last time before walking out into the snow. He was reaffirming that Dazai would be okay alone for a bit as he hopped on his bike. After all, what's the worst that could happen?