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crowspace2017-12-14 03:26 pm
thesettingsun) wrote in crowspace2017-12-14 03:26 pm
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Continuation for bandagedheart.
[Very few people get this dressed up for a bar crawl. It looks like it'd be hell to wash, and the only reason you'd wear it out to the bar is an obsession with fashion.
So that's one clue about who this patron sitting at a table is, since he forgot to tell other-Dazai how to identify himself. As for him, when he sees Dazai come in with bandages visible on his arms, he makes an (incorrect) assumption that this is the injury that caused that text and thus this is Dazai.
Well, he's half right, at least.]
Dazai!
So that's one clue about who this patron sitting at a table is, since he forgot to tell other-Dazai how to identify himself. As for him, when he sees Dazai come in with bandages visible on his arms, he makes an (incorrect) assumption that this is the injury that caused that text and thus this is Dazai.
Well, he's half right, at least.]
Dazai!
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Good evening! So well dressed! You look quite lovely~
[Dazai waves over a waitress and orders himself a glass of whiskey.]
And whatever you would like, of course!
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Another whiskey for me.
[His drinking preferences are 'not drinking with Chuuya'.]
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[Of course Dazai has taken the liberty of speaking casually to Shuji already.]
How are you, hmm?
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I'm fine! Bored, if anything. What about you?
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Because Dazai is a terrible person
I'm also a terrible person
[Yes, it is Oda's number, but since he doesn't recognize the number texting him, might as well be a little cautious. Dazai got all worked up earlier about that guy pretending to be an employee.]
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pay me with your body
In exchange for a compensation from me, you don't pursue Odasaku anymore. No drinking together, no texts, absolutely no sex.
[Guess who's even angrier than he was before.]
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Not even texts? Why not?
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impatience
Shuji would hesitate to say that he looks forward to these meetings, but he does enjoy them while he's there. He wouldn't trust Dazai with anyone else, but there's no denying that Dazai can play his body like a fiddle.
It's been two weeks since Dazai last called on him. One week was enough for Shuji to note that this was an unusually long time for Dazai to go without fucking him: two weeks makes him antsy. He's nervous enough to do something he once told himself he'd never do:
Text Dazai first.]
Did I do something wrong, master?
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Have you?
You’ve remained loyal to me, right?
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the teacher-in-law
But he can't dodge his esteemed teacher so easily, nor ignore his concerns. And even if he doesn't know exactly where Dazai does his detective-ing, it's not hard to find a 'Dazai Osamu' in this city. He's made a name for himself, after all.
The person who enters the ADA office this afternoon isn't one Dazai would have seen before... after all, Shuji discourages him from coming anywhere near the library.
But a nervous-looking Shuji peeking out from behind his back should immediately tell Dazai something about him.]
Excuse me, could I speak to 'Dazai Osamu'?
[His voice is low and warm, and he pats Shuji on the head without hesitation.]
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He's a little surprised to hear himself asked for specifically, and he looks up from his lounging on the office couch to see an older looking man with a very sheepish looking Shuji hiding behind him.]
That would be me!
[Dazai waves before pushing himself up off the couch and bowing in greeting, hands shoved in his pockets as he gives the stranger with his pet trailing behind him a once-over.]
What can I do for you?
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lingerie
You get off work late today, right? Do you mind if I wait for you at your place?
[After a long day of work, Dazai should be happy to have his kitten welcome him home.]
Re: lingerie
My home is your home, Kitten. I can’t wait~
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Hospital
Or, you know, because he’s been trying to die anyway, so if he ends up getting injured it’s really no big deal. His encounter with Fyodor had ended with him being shot through the abdomen, but of course his vitals had been purposely missed, because Fyodor is also a brilliant, cunning man, and Dazai’s death wasn’t part of the plan. Not this time, anyway.
So here he is, sitting up in his hospital bed and gazing out of the window nearby as awaits discharge orders. The pain is a constant, dull ache, but pain is no stranger to Dazai, and he’d straight up refused morphine to take the edge off. It’s times like these when he really feels alive, and he’d rather feel pain than the constant numbness that stems from the void deep inside.
The rest of the ADA already know that he’s here, but as for Shuji...well. Dazai might’ve purposely avoided contacting him to spare him the news, so if and when he finds out, he’s sure to be worried...]
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Of course, Atsushi had told him, because what the fuck Dazai, why do you not tell your boyfriend you're in the hospital?
And so that's what leads to now. Shuji'd gotten Dazai's room number during visiting hours - it wasn't hard to convince the nurse that he was a worried boyfriend, considering he was on the verge of tears when talking to her. Dazai can hear his quick footsteps all the way up to the door, and when Shuji steps into the room-]
Dazai-sama!
[-he basically flies to Dazai's bedside.]
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Bottom Dazai
Are you on your way home yet, Kitten?
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Shuji's glad to have gotten in and out before anyone could accost him about his life and his 'boyfriend'.]
ETA: 10 minutes.
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but I think that they call that jealousy
And it's not a problem. Really. When Dazai is in their apartment talking on the phone with one of his coworkers, Shuji can busy himself with reading a book and try to pretend like he's not listening to the conversation. It's about work. Shuji doesn't want to get in the way of work.
It's just, after the third call from Atsushi in as many days...]
Nakajima again?
[...he isn't quite as good at hiding how grumpy he's getting.]
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Yes. Is something the matter, Kitten?
[He knows exactly what’s the matter.]
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Maid~
Sometimes they're better left as surprises.
Today, Shuji's waiting for Dazai when he comes home from work. Dressed in the exact maid outfit they'd talked about before. His collar's been replaced with one that matches the outfit, but Dazai said that was fine.]
Welcome home, sir.
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Look at you...when did you get this?
[Dazai steps closer to Shuji and reaches out to touch the lacy collar.]
What a lovely maid! I hope you’ll be cleaning the house in this~
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Night on the town
For now he’ll wait patiently on the couch, dressed to the nines.]
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Which he does. Shuji wants nothing more than to be able to go out with Dazai, have a fun night out, and have everyone who sees them know that they're together.
When Shuji steps through the doorway, he's already in his new outfit. It's an excellent date night outfit, if he says so himself, but what really matters is Dazai's opinion of it.
Though that all slips his mind when he sees Dazai already dressed up. Shuji swallows visibly, shuts the door behind him, and reminds himself that he wants to actually go out tonight.]
Dazai-sama... You look amazing.
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murder, murder
Shuji doesn't dare come back to that restaurant, but he knows some of Chuuya's vices. Alcohol chief among them. The main issue is that there are a lot of bars in Yokohama, and Shuji doesn't have the time to go drinking at all of them.
But there is someone who Shuji can guarantee has.
Poet-Chuuya readily volunteers the information Shuji's looking for: a bar that he's seen someone matching the description Shuji gives drinking at multiple times. He's perfect for this because he actually doesn't give a crap whether Shuji's doing well or not and doesn't have a reason to tell everyone else that he's asking about some other redhead.
That's the bar that Shuji stakes out for a few nights, until mafia-Chuuya returns to have a nice, relaxing drink.
Shuji makes eye contact with him when he comes through the door.]
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He’s just hoping to relax, but then he walks through the door of the bar to see Shuji standing there, and immediately his hackles rise.]
Didn’t I tell you I’d kill you if I ever saw you again?
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BAD END
The mafia has a way of taking out people who take out its own.
Shuji isn't even out particularly late, or for a particularly important reason. They're out of whiskey, and Shuji had offered to go pick some up. Wouldn't take more than twenty minutes. And of course Dazai had let him go out, because why wouldn't he? He knows Shuji is loyal to him.
It's on the way back that something grabs him and drags him into an alley. Something that rips his book right out of his hands when he tries to pull it out of the bag at his side, and lifts him clear off the ground and out of reach.
Shuji thinks, in a distant sort of way, that the whiskey might have broken when he dropped his grocery bag near the entrance of the alley. It's a waste of good whiskey, he reflects, looking down at a gaunt man in all black.]
Who are you working for? [A snarl.]
I don't know-
[The black and red energy that's lifting Shuji tightens around his chest and circles around his throat.] Who ordered you to kill Chuuya?
[Shuji is not a good liar. He knows this. Any attempts to claim that he wasn't responsible will only dig himself deeper.
And more importantly than claiming to be innocent-]
...No one. It was my own decision.
[-he has to make sure Dazai doesn't get caught in this.
...Shuji should have been back by now.]
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When he doesn’t get an answer to his phone call he immediately knows that something is wrong, and he grabs his trench coat along with a few bottles of ink before flying out the door and heading in the direction that he knows Shuji went.
By the time he finds Shuji in that alley, it’s far too late. There’s nothing left but a puddle of ink and a bag of groceries lying forgotten on the ground, and all at once Dazai loses the last meaningful thing left in his miserable life.
Hot tears stream down his face as he bends down to drag his fingers through the ink with a pained expression. The love of his life is dead.
And he knows exactly who is responsible. Before he ends his own life, he’ll make goddamn sure to torture Akutagawa until he takes his dying breath.]
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good thing literally none of that happened!! v-day thread
These are major obstacles when it comes to surprising Dazai with anything. Oh, Shuji can get outfits without him realizing if they come in the mail while Dazai's at work, but anything more involved than that is asking for trouble.
On February 13th, Dazai comes home from work a little earlier than usual, and hears Shuji cursing to himself when he steps through the door.]
'Easy recipe', they said. 'Tastes just as good as store-bought', they said.
[It sounds like he's in the kitchen.]
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When he walks in the door he hears some rather adorable cursing, and he peeks around the corner to see Shuji busy in the kitchen, no doubt making chocolates for Valentine’s Day...
For Dazai. No one has ever done that for him before.]
Shuji-kun~ I’m home!
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the moral of this thread is don't google yourself
It's when he started opening pages besides his own that things got Bad.
After coming home one day, Dazai finds Shuji pacing the living room and radiating nervousness, nervousness that only amplifies when he sees Dazai come in.]
D-Dazai-sama... We should really talk about something.
Shuji dug too deep
Of course. Tell me what’s wrong, Kitten.
[It’s his duty to make sure Shuji is safe and happy, after all.]
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SUPER ULTRA BAD END
"It's going to be dangerous outside for a little while, so don't leave the apartment until I get back."
Shuji had agreed. Of course he had - what reason did he have to go outside when Dazai was working anyway? He'd stay inside and read.
A few hours after Dazai left, Shuji got a text message from Ango.
"Odasaku's sick and wants to see you."
Shuji's thoughts went back to Oda on his deathbed, of Shuji being too late to see him before he passed away - and he didn't think any more before throwing on his coat and shoes and heading out the door.
(It won't kill him, he's assured, but seeing Oda looking so frail and feeling how weakly Oda squeezes his hand as he tries to laugh it off - Shuji wouldn't forgive himself for not responding to that summons. Even when he remembers that he was told to stay home, there's no punishment that could be worse than ignoring Oda now.)
He doesn't come back until the following afternoon, when Oda has a little more color in his cheeks and shoos him away. Shuji cracks open the front door a sliver, hoping that Dazai hasn't come home yet and doesn't know that Shuji disobeyed him.]
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Until Dazai comes home to an empty apartment when he’d explicitly forbade Shuji to leave. Needless to say he’s not pleased.]
Shuji-kun.
[His tone is ice cold when Shuji finally cracks the door open and steps inside.]
Where have you been?
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He isn't supposed to be working. He's on a date with Shuji, and they're walking in the park when they hear the first bomb go off, followed by more. It's impossible for Shuji to safely return to their home like this, so Dazai instructs him to stay close.
Dazai catches sight of the gunman in the window, but Shuji is the one who reacts to the sound of the trigger being pulled.
Because Dazai can't be healed by Yosano's ability, because Shuji can heal from any wound that isn't a mortal one - because Dazai's life is more important than Shuji's, Shuji forcefully pushes Dazai out of the way of the bullet.
It strikes him in the chest, near to where a heart should be. If a normal human had been in its path, they surely wouldn't have lasted long. Shuji isn't a normal human, and while the blue ink marks that spread over his skin signal that he can't take another shot like that-]
Dazai-sama?
[-as long as Dazai's okay, he's okay.]
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He hears the shot before he sees Shuji go down, and for a moment the world stands still. All he can hear is the sound of his heartbeat pounding in his ears as he catches Shuji before he falls.]
Shuji!!
[Dazai holds Shuji in his arms, eyes wide and voice trembling. Shuji is alive, but he can’t take another hit. They’re not safe here...]
Hold onto me.
[Dazai scoops Shuji up in his arms and sprints to cover, his mind racing to try and come up with a plan.]
Do you have any ink on you??
who is this alice dazai's seeing >|
Shhh no one
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I told you I would bring this to the top of your inbox and I mean it
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