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It all happened in what seemed like a blink of an eye, the sound of a gun shot rang through the air, and the air seemed still.
Dazai Osamu, found himself being flung to the ground, he didn’t even understand what happened, who threw him to the ground.
That was until he heard a gaging sounding cough echo in the silence after the gun shot.
Dazai’s eyes looked up, and he the sight before him, left him speechless, and in utter panic, as the realization finally hit him.
Chuuya, in his weaken state from corruption, had stood in a last ditch effort to save Dazai. He succeeded, but at the cost of his own life.
Dazai moved to catch Chuuya’s body before it hit the ground, holding him as if he was cradling a baby.
Dazai Osamu never shed a tear, he never showed real emotion.
But at that moment, the only thing on his face was pure and utter shock and disbelief. Chuuya, of all people saved him.
Another cough brought the darker haired male out of his thoughts, his eyes looked at the wound to Chuuya’s chest. It was fatal… And the backup wouldn’t make it in time. He didn’t understand how this happened. He had been positive that Chuuya had taken out all of their enemy’s. He had been sure of it... but, it seemed he was wrong. Oh so wrong. And now, there they were sitting there, Dazai looking down at Chuuya with what was now a heart wrenching expression on his face.
Chuuya coughed before he spoke up. “Shitty... Dazai...” he muttered slightly, and small smile was on his lips though. “I thought you… knew everything.” His voice was weak. He really didn’t have a lot of time left. He knew that he wouldn’t make it, he didn’t want to die. He really didn’t want to. But it seemed as if he didn’t have much of a choice in this matter.
“Chuuya... Don’t speak, please. You will be alright, I know it-“ It was a weak attempt to try and make Chuuya not waste any energy speaking. Maybe, just maybe, someone would show up sooner. It was a hope Dazai was clinging to.
Chuuya laughed weakly. “No. You and I... Both know, that by the time… they actually get here… It will be too late…” he said softly to Dazai. “Don’t go… putting idea’s in my head… I don’t… want to die… but, I know I won’t… make it.” His voice was cracking slightly. His emotions showing through, but he was trying to stay strong…. No matter how terrified he was feeling.
Dazai hated that, he knew it was the truth, and to be told by Chuuya himself…. He couldn’t stand it. This wasn’t supposed to happen. None of this was supposed to happen! His voice was shaking, betraying him. “I’m sorry, Chuuya...” he whispered to him.
It is said, that a person’s life flashes before their eyes before they die.
And this seemed to be true for Chuuya. Who smiled weakly. “Dazai…” he mumbled out, voice weak, and only getting weaker. “….. I’ve wanted to tell you this...” he mumbled softly. He wanted to say it, before he died. He needed to say it before he died. “I… love you…” he mumbled, his voice fading after it.
Dazai, with a look of pure pain, looked down at Chuuya, who had managed to say the one thing that they could never say to each other. In this moment, with a tear that slipped from his eye. “I love you too.” but it was too late. Chuuya was gone, and Dazai felt a mix of emotions. Rage, pain, guilt- So many things.
And when their reinforcement showed up… Dazai wanted to laugh. A little too late for that. He stood up, after carefully laying Chuuya down.
Even the reinforcements from the Port Mafia were late, showing up at the same time as the Detective Agency.
Dazai went for the first person with a gun, which happened to be Higuchi. He ripped her gun from her grasp, electing a gasp of surprise from her. He aimed at the person who shot Chuuya, already wounded and out of bullets. He could hear the yells of Kunikida in the background, but he didn’t care. He pulled the trigger, and the bullet erupted from the gun, shooting the man in the head. Dead on. Dazai had not been known as the Demon prodigy for nothing.
There was another silence that seemed to take over the field. Members of both the Agency and Mafia seemed shocked at what just happened
Atsushi’s never seen Dazai fire a gun, and with such accuracy that it left the young male shivering in fear. He has never seen Dazai like this, he looked almost crazed when he pulled the trigger.
Now, he was standing there, looking at the dead body of the male who had shot Chuuya. His arms were limp at his sides. And Kunikida tried to coax Dazai into handing over the gun. Which, of course didn’t happened. A small, weak smile slipped to his lips as he looked at the others.
“Sorry…” it was a weak apology to them. Akutagawa knew what was going to happen, and there was nothing they could do to stop it. A look of horror crossed his normally stoic face as he watched Dazai raise the gun, pointing it at his head.
It didn’t take a genius to figure out that Dazai and Chuuya had been in love with each other, the issue was that they never were able to say to each other… Until it was too late.
The looks of horror flashed over everyone’s face, and just as Kunikida was about to move, there was the echo of gun fire.
The gun hit the ground along with a thud of a body.
And there was nothing anyone could do.
The Port Mafia took Chuuya’s body, while the Detective Agency took Dazai’s.
There were two separate funerals.
And eventually, the names on the graves were eventually forgotten by everyone but the agency and mafia.
{Seventeen Years Later}
A bored sounding sigh slipped from the brunette’s lips, leaning against the lockers before pushing himself off of them, he made his way out to the field where they were having gym that day. They were playing soccer. Oh joy, just what he enjoyed. He wasn’t a sports person, but he knew how it worked. Once they were gathered out in the field, they picked goalies first, which Dazai had the unfortunate pleasure of being one of them. He was decent, which was why he was picked. He and the other goalie went to the goals and watched as the other kids were separated into two teams. Dazai’s eyes instantly found the red head, who had just transferred here from another district. He groaned, noting that the boy, Chuuya, his name was. Was now on the other team. The shit was outstanding at soccer, even though he was on the track and field team. He was fast, and seemed to have some unseen agility that made it hard to keep your eyes on him until he was right up on you.
With a soft sigh, Dazai just shook his head, he was awaiting the pain, last time Chuuya bruised his arm, while still making a goal. The shorter male was way too lucky with this sport.
Speaking of the other male, Chuuya was currently stretching, and Dazai couldn’t help but watch the other. Things were so weird for him, ever since the male transferred to this district, he couldn’t help but feel like he knew him from somewhere, but he could not recall seeing him before.
He didn’t get enough time to think on it, because a moment later, the teacher was blowing the whistle, and the game started.
Dazai hated this, Chuuya was way too good, and he always seemed to fall for his tricks, Chuuya was ambidextrous, Dazai had found out, one day while watching the other male writing in class, watching him switch from hand to hand, but also noticed that his right hand was his strongest point, meaning he tended to use the right more than the left. But, in soccer, that didn’t seem to matter, because he was kicking that ball with both left and right foot, with more power than he cared to admit. On the up side that he actually managed to stop the ball, which was only twice, he got hit in the stomach so hard from that last kick, that he fell to the ground, coughing.
It was at that point, that their teacher ended the game a bit early, mostly so Dazai could sit down and relax, even though he was sure that he already had a raging bruise starting on his stomach.
Dazai looked up just in time to see the red headed male walk towards him, he raised an eyebrow, hand lightly pressed against his stomach from the pain that seemed to pulsing there. That had really hurt, actually... He didn’t like pain, and this was no different.
Chuuya stopped in front of him for a moment before speaking. “Uh, look... Sorry about that. I didn’t think I was kicking it that hard.” He said to the other male, who was glancing to the side.
So it seemed he had no idea of the strength he had. That was amusing to even think about it. “Ah, Don’t worry about it. I’ve felt worse.” He said, a sly grin was on his lips, one that had all the girls within close proximity of them squealing in delight. He had a bit of a fan group, of girls and boys.
This made Chuuya cringe slightly but look away, he then turned and started to walk away. “Uh, okay.” He muttered slightly.
It seems Chuuya has now caught the attention of Dazai Osamu. And no one knew if that was a good thing or not.
Chuuya huffed a bit in annoyance, he knew that he had a hard kick, but he didn’t think there was really anyone that weak that they could not properly catch the ball. Dazai was the first person he’s met, who seemed to be so physically weak. He knew a lot about Dazai, how he was popular with woman, he was really smart. People like him really pissed Chuuya off.
Sighing, Chuuya went back into the locker room to change, since class ended early because of Dazai’s injury, which only meant that he was going to end up getting shit from a lot of girls, for daring to hurt their poor Dazai. God, he wanted to gag. He could tell Dazai was a huge flirt, but he never seemed to be serious about a girl. He did it just to entertain them and lead them on. He heard a rumor that Dazai made one cry, but yet she was still there, a loyal fangirl. To Chuuya, that was utter stupidity. Why like a person who was such an asshole to you?
With a huff, he changed back into his school uniform and moved to head back to the gym, where they were to wait out the rest of the class. He went over by a few of the other guys, who had given him props for knocking Dazai down like that. He got a long with them for the most part, but he ignored it when they were on the topic of woman, instead he was looking to where Dazai was, with what looked like a book and ice pack against his stomach. He was every bit the nerd Chuuya thought it was, just he happened to have some strangely good looks. Shaking his head, he breathed and sighed slightly.
He really only butted into the conversation a few times, putting in his two cents here and there. He couldn’t have been happier when the bell rang, it was their last class of the day. And he was more than happy to go home. Not that he was looking forward to seeing his step dad, but you know. He could always go out if it was too bad. He didn’t understand why his mother married the idiot.
He made sure he had his bag, with his homework and ended up leaving the school right away, not waiting for anyone. He really had no friends, and he found having friends was way too much effort for him. Since he could hardly do anything as it was.
It was bad that night, his step dad was drinking, his mother was gone. He was alone with a raging alcoholic who didn’t seem to know how to keep his hands to himself. Lovely, just the kind of night Chuuya wanted, to be hit and shoved by an over grown man, because Chuuya was unfortunately short, but he still was stronger than his step dad, by some kind of miracle.
He managed to slip out, more like run out. Just to get away from that man, after having stolen some money, which his step dad wouldn’t know went missing, the man wasn’t rich, but he wasn’t hurting for money either, he’s stolen a lot more than that.
With a soft sigh, he stopped running outside what he assumed was a café, he was still new to the area, he didn’t know everything or what was in this city. But anywhere was better than being called illegitimate constantly. He didn’t know who his father was personally, all he knew was that he had been some French male his mother had met, fallen in love with at one point and time, and had an illegitimate child with. Which would be him. A small sigh left his lips as he went into the café and sat down, his eyes downcast to the table. His mother had recently deemed him old enough to know the story about his real father. And told him how he ended up getting killed, after promising his mother marriage and everything when she had told him she was pregnant, he had gotten involved with the Port Mafia, and had been executed because of ‘leaving’ when he shouldn’t have. Meaning he left, they found him. And they killed him. They know nothing about him or his mother, he has his mother’s maiden name, because he refused to take on his step dads last name. Nakahara Chuuya is what he went by now, he no longer adorns his father’s last name.
Looking up when a woman came to take his order, he told her that he wanted coffee and a salad, because really he didn’t want much right now. His mind was racing with so many things, trying to figure out what he would do… he knew that he had nowhere to go once he turned eighteen in a few days. He would have to stay in school, but he didn’t want to stay home... anywhere but there.
He was in the process of thinking when he heard the door open, and his eyes shot up, since he was sitting right next to the door. He looked at what seemed to be a middle aged man, black hair with white tips. Who looked as if he was aiming for someone in the room, and when his eyes fell to Chuuya, he felt as though his blood ran cold. He knew this man; he had seen wanted posters for him. Akutagawa Ryunosuke. The man spoke up after that, his voice was low. “Nakahara Chuuya.” He spoke with purpose. “I have come to offer you a place within the Port Mafia.” He said slowly. There was something that the man knew, that Chuuya didn’t know. Akutagawa gave Chuuya a look, a look that showed familiarity. Like the man knew him somehow.
“W-why would I take an offer like that?!” he sounded more panicked than pissed. But could you blame him? He was being confronted by a man who he knew nothing about.
The man’s lips twitch into something Chuuya could only take as a smirk. “Let me rephrase that... you will join, or your family will be killed. It is your choice.” He said to him. That made Chuuya freeze. He really didn’t have a choice now, he didn’t give a damn about his step dad, but his mother... He couldn’t let anything happen to her.
Swallowing, Chuuya looked at him. “Fine.” he said to him. He would join. Not that he had much of a choice.
The look on Akutagawa’s showed he was glad he wouldn’t have to resort to force. “Come.” He said to him, as he turned to leave the café, and Chuuya begrudgingly followed him.
In the back of the room, a chuckle could be heard. He sipped at his coffee with a small smirk, because things have just gotten interesting indeed.