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[Chuuya had felt groggy and unfocused since he woke up, a feeling not even coffee had been able to make a dent in. He'd gotten to work purely on muscle memory, and then he'd mostly stared at his desk until Kouyou dropped by for lunch and ordered him to go home and sleep it off.
He wasn't sure there was anything to sleep off, but he didn't argue with his Ane-san.
And then he'd gone home, and passed out, and woken up about an hour later as panic gripped his chest tight.
Dazai.
He had to find Dazai.
He hurried out of his apartment, grabbed his motorcycle for speed, and set off in the direction of Dazai's place. Would he even be at his place? Or with that Agency of his? He'd check both, if he had to, although he'd prefer not having to explain to any stray agency members that he wasn't there to kill them. So he'd check his apartment first, and maybe call him from there.
It was only when he parked his bike outside Dazai's building that he realized he wasn't sure what he was panicking about.
Dazai has nothing to do with him anymore, but there was something, a thought buried behind the fog of his brain that told him there was more. Something was supposed to have changed--
Shit.
His head hurt. He hadn't been drinking, and it didn't feel like a hangover, but it did feel similar to a blackout. Dazai and he had been--
Dancing?
No, that made no sense. Chuuya headed into the building, and climbed the stairs, five at a time because he didn't have time for gravity.
They'd been in the city and--
That city.
Chuuya stopped, hand raised to knock, as a few memories started to come back to him. It wasn't possible. Someone had planted that in his head somehow.
They had been dancing. ]
DAZAI!
[He shouted through the door and then knocked hard, making the door shake.]
OPEN UP, DAZAI.
He wasn't sure there was anything to sleep off, but he didn't argue with his Ane-san.
And then he'd gone home, and passed out, and woken up about an hour later as panic gripped his chest tight.
Dazai.
He had to find Dazai.
He hurried out of his apartment, grabbed his motorcycle for speed, and set off in the direction of Dazai's place. Would he even be at his place? Or with that Agency of his? He'd check both, if he had to, although he'd prefer not having to explain to any stray agency members that he wasn't there to kill them. So he'd check his apartment first, and maybe call him from there.
It was only when he parked his bike outside Dazai's building that he realized he wasn't sure what he was panicking about.
Dazai has nothing to do with him anymore, but there was something, a thought buried behind the fog of his brain that told him there was more. Something was supposed to have changed--
Shit.
His head hurt. He hadn't been drinking, and it didn't feel like a hangover, but it did feel similar to a blackout. Dazai and he had been--
Dancing?
No, that made no sense. Chuuya headed into the building, and climbed the stairs, five at a time because he didn't have time for gravity.
They'd been in the city and--
That city.
Chuuya stopped, hand raised to knock, as a few memories started to come back to him. It wasn't possible. Someone had planted that in his head somehow.
They had been dancing. ]
DAZAI!
[He shouted through the door and then knocked hard, making the door shake.]
OPEN UP, DAZAI.
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There was also no way Chuuya would ever outrank Dazai in the mafia. Dazai would make sure of it, though not to the extent he'd send Chuuya off to some distant corner of the country when it came time to clean house. In any case, that was all hypothetical at this point. Dazai wouldn't willingly rejoin the mafia unless there was no other option for the Agency, but even then Mori would have to justify why he was welcoming an infamous traitor back into the ranks.
By the way, if Chuuya mixed wine with his whiskey, Dazai was giving the glass to him. His cocktail, his doom.]
It's a waste of alcohol if I don't.
[Oh, fine, wine first. He had a feeling Chuuya would refill this glass though, so he didn't rush.]
How's anee-san, by the way?
[Smaller topics first.]
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Chuuya is eyeing Dazai's glass, ready to top it up at a moment's notice. Although that does mean less wine for Chuuya, and he definitely needs it, a lot. He'll have some more of his own.]
She's fine. Keeping track of that girl.
[So Dazai better make sure Kyouka is doing well in the ADA, if he doesn't want to deal with Ane-san's wrath. Chuuya isn't getting involved, though. The girl left; in his mind, she doesn't qualify as a traitor, because she never wanted to be in the mafia in the first place. And she's young.
And he also fears Ane-san's wrath.]
She knows something happened to me, but not what.