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uragiri.
Just by the nature of No Longer Human, Dazai should enjoy a certain level of immunity to everyone else's shenanigans. Can't be driven insane by Q, or dragged into a book by Poe. Can't be healed by Yosano, which is annoying when he could really use it, but on the other hand, there's something to be said for not giving Yosano an excuse to cut him up.
But Lovecraft's already proven that Dazai isn't completely immune, even in his own world. There are stranger things than abilities out there.
And waking up on the doorstep of the National Library instead of in Dazai's bed would certainly qualify as 'strange'.
There's a sign that says it's the National Library, and it looks like any pictures of the National Library Dazai might have seen. Dazai gets about a minute to puzzle over what the hell happened before someone steps outside, and freezes.
"...Dazai?"
Finding someone he hadn't expected to see ever again on his literal doorstep is enough for Chuuya to drop the insulting nickname. It'll come back later, don't worry.
But Lovecraft's already proven that Dazai isn't completely immune, even in his own world. There are stranger things than abilities out there.
And waking up on the doorstep of the National Library instead of in Dazai's bed would certainly qualify as 'strange'.
There's a sign that says it's the National Library, and it looks like any pictures of the National Library Dazai might have seen. Dazai gets about a minute to puzzle over what the hell happened before someone steps outside, and freezes.
"...Dazai?"
Finding someone he hadn't expected to see ever again on his literal doorstep is enough for Chuuya to drop the insulting nickname. It'll come back later, don't worry.
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The fact is that he's extremely confused as to where he is up until he hears a familiar voice. It's like a chill up his spine in the worst way. At least it isn't his Chuuya, he supposes, but -- if this is where he is, how did he get...
Dazai looks at Chuuya, from where he sits on the cool concrete, looking distinctly puzzled, but not nearly as outright disgusted as he should be. Mostly because he isn't bleeding? Upside, upside.
"Chu~uya," Dazai offers in return, the familiar sing-song practically second nature, at this point. "Is this where you live?"
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In the City, ending up somewhere you didn't expect to be was par for the course, but Chuuya's gone back to his own world, where things mostly make sense and people don't just randomly go from one world to another unexpectedly. 'Things that make sense' include alchemists and book spirits, true, but they're on an entirely different level from gods and reality falling apart.
If Dazai were bleeding, there would be a lot of panicking going on, and calling for Mori-sensei to have a look at him. So it's best that he's in one piece.
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Dazai clambers up to his feet so he can look down at Chuuya -- it's a better vantage point; much more familiar -- and put his hands on his hips as he considers the situation.
"... maybe."
He really isn't sure. Logically, he shouldn't be in this place that he assumes is filled with all the bizarro versions of people he knows, but then, he shouldn't have ever wound up in the City...?
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He sighs, and reaches to grab a hold of Dazai's arm. "I don't know what to do about 'maybe dead', but you're at least getting to the infirmary before anything else, come on."
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"Who runs your infirmary?" Dazai asks, bright and cheerful, because if you think he doesn't remember that conversation they had while drunk where they talked about differences in their world and people who may or may not be good doctors, you're wrong.
"I'm fine now! You can even feel my heartbeat."
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"Mori-sensei runs it. We're full up on dead Dazais here so you're going to have to get a check-up, I'd trust Mori-sensei with my life and he's a thousand times more responsible than I am and also the only one of us with a decent amount of doctoring experience, move."
There is also Hagiwara, who dropped out of medical school five times. That probably says something about how much Chuuya would trust him to examine him.
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"I definitely don't need a doctor! There isn't much they can usually do for me, anyway~" It's said light and cheerful to help belie the fact that the last thing he remembers is literally doctors doing all they can to prevent him from dying, given how hard it is to heal him... Well. That's just how things are.
Also how things are: not dealing with a Mori of any kind.
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"You can't just say you might be dead and then you definitely don't need a doctor to look at you! I'll hold your hand if you want and you can get a lollipop after for being a good boy, but you need to get somebody looking at you-"
Dear god, please just let him successfully do something nice for a Dazai, just once.
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"This asshole thinks he can show up, say he might be dead, and not even let a doctor look at him," Chuuya says, privately giving thanks it was this particular author who showed up. "Help me out a little, Odasaku?"
Odasaku steps closer to take a look at the supposedly dead Dazai. "That's no good! You'll worry everybody sick if you say stuff like that to 'em. Nakahara's not the fussin' type for no reason, y'know?"
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Dazai really should work on his glaring red target "Odasaku" weakness, because he feels like it's really going to get him in trouble someday. Way more than his Chuuya rivalries, at any rate.
He unlocks his knees, letting Chuuya pull him a step forward with the intention of letting Chuuya fall on his ass.
"I might be dead at home," Dazai offers, eyes still a little wide as he looks over what amounts to bizzaro world Odasaku. "But not here."
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"If yer just fine here, guess there's no reason you have to see a doctor, but it ain't gonna do any harm to stop in either. You don't have to make an appointment or nothin', and you'll be done in a jiffy." Odasaku reaches to try to clasp Dazai on the shoulder. "An' besides, you'll worry Nakahara sick if you don't! For a right month he didn't go a day without pourin' over a book tryin' to find out how to check on his friends in other worlds."
The ground is suddenly very interesting to Chuuya, but he doesn't deny it.
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"If you're that worried, you can take my pulse yourself," he says, offering a smile that's a little more guarded than he means for it to be. He offers out his arm, like it's the most rational thing in the world. His other hand goes to the gunshot wound he remembers receiving, pressing down, and when it doesn't hurt, well, that's pretty conclusive evidence that he's fine.
He really doesn't trust himself around a Mori, at this point, even if it's a different one.
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"Did you have to count for a whole thirty seconds for that..." Chuuya's still grumbling.
"No doctor for you. But you still wanna know how you got here, right? So you oughta talk to one of the alchemists, they'd know more about that kinda stuff than us. None of 'em are named Mori Ougai or even Mori Rintarou, on my honor!"
he def said "chibi"
He considers trying to reject the offer, but -- well, he does want to know why he got there, and so he sighs heavily, letting his shoulders sag down and his spine go partially limp, the picture of overdramatized defeat.
"If it'll make Tiny-chan here complain less," Dazai says. "The faster I can get home, the better!"
It isn't entirely true -- being here isn't all bad -- but he has to keep up the act. It's basically law, around Chuuyas.
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Odasaku doesn't mind much - Chuuya and Dazai getting annoyed at each other is just what happens when they get near each other. "Great! Then come on in! I'll getcha an alchemist and you'll be home in a jiffy."
He politely holds the door to the library open for them, and Chuuya tugs on Dazai's arm again. "Just follow us, you'll get lost in there otherwise." Whether or not Dazai consents to being pulled around, they'll get him to their destination somehow.
The National Library is, of course, really big. If Dazai's had the pleasure of visiting the one in his world, it looks mostly the same, but not quite - shelves arranged a little differently, hallways that lead into different rooms, and a sign on one of the locked doors that says 'EMPLOYEES ONLY', a door that Chuuya knocks on with more force than is probably necessary.
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"Uh, Chuuya, you know you can't bring normal people into this wing, right?"
Chuuya responds: "No one asked you, peach blossom bastard, now let us in."
The author Dazai yelps, and immediately gets out of their way so they can come in.
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Is.
Is the other him scared of Chuuya?
"Hm," Dazai says, resting a hand on his hip as he steps in, considering. "I see why you were so confused when you met me." A beat, and then: "I'm much better looking!"
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Of course the comment about his looks processes in Dazai's mind sooner than anything else weird other-Dazai just said.
This is when Oda comes up behind them, shaking his head with a fond smile. "Yer both pretty, you oughta at least wait a minute before gettin' into a fight."