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[chuuya's sexual habits SHOULD be questioned, but it's not his sex with strangers that's the issue.]

good, the Port Mafia's security always takes priority
but you are allowed to enjoy yourself on your time off

[Chuuya is tying the ropes carefully around Dazai, making sure they're secure enough to stop him wiggling free. He's not trying to cut off any circuclation, though he's angry enough that he's a little bit tempted, just to make it that extra bit uncomfortable. After a second's consideration he decides not to - this is supposed to be a punishment, not murder.

He's not saying much as he works. He's saving it for later. Dazai knows what he did, anyway. Chuuya is sick of his games, sick of the--

He's not sure. The truth is, he doesn't really care when Dazai humiliates him in some way. It's just what they've always been doing to each other, and he's not sure he'd know how to do it any different, not to mention he's pretty sure changing it would mean distancing themselves again. And that thought scares him. So normally he'd pick a fight, throw a couple of punches, then move on, but this time... This time, Dazai's little prank didn't target just him. It got in the way of a job he was doing for the Organization.]

Not even gonna try to get out of it?

[He's surprised Dazai is letting him do this. There's no time-sensitive mission Dazai has to get back to, which Chuuya could leverage against him. Chuuya hadn't even tried. He'd just grabbed Dazai, and dragged him into his home dojo, where rings on the ceiling usually hold his actual punching bag, as opposed to his ex-partner shaped one. That's where he'll be hanging Dazai from this time.

He double checks that Dazai's hands are tied - of course Dazai can undo it, but even he would need a few moments - before deciding, just to be a dick, to bring the rope down and between Dazai's legs as well, so that if he squirms, that's where it will pull the most. And then he immediately starts lifting him up so he's hanging upside down by his legs.]

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if you're not gonna show up then why wouldn't i

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maybe you should reduce your drinking
just tell me asshole
but if i forgot about it it has to be you

[Chuuya did actually spend a couple of days resting. Using Corruption forces him to, much as he hates it, because while he can usually force himself to move after he first wakes up, keeping it up for more than a short time will make him pass out again. It's as though every bit of energy in his body has been sapped out of him, as if Arahabaki simply released it into the atmosphere, leaving Chuuya with nothing.

But a few days off is all he's willing to give himself. He's injuried, too, but a few cracked ribs is nothing, and staying cooped up in his room just makes his mood worse. He can't take it. He can't take being stuck all alone thinking about Dazai, and what they did, so he covers his bruises up with concealer, and heads to the office to catch up on paperwork and to see what else needs to be done. He makes it to lunch before Kouyou finds him passed out over his desk and sends him home again.

But it's the next day again, and he's fine, because he has to be. It's raining out, but it's barely a drizzle, so he dresses warm, pulls on a slightly oversized hoodie, and heads outside to go for a run. It feels good to move again, or at least that's what he tells himself. He makes himself ignore the way his body feels, starts off with an easy jog until he can get his pulse up, until his muscles are ready for more. Breathing in is surprisingly difficult. For some reason he feels like he can't inhale deeply enough. His muscles are screaming at him. But if he just gets himself going, it'll pass, he knows it, the first five minutes are always difficult.

(Not like this, and he knows that, but --)

Ten minuntes later, and he's leaning against a random building like he actually needs the support to hold himself up. His face is white, though barely visible under the hood he's pulled over his head. His clothes are getting wet. His breathing at this point is sounding pained.]

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i definitely didn't
why the hell would i enjoy it

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there's no way i'd cry and you know it!
you were imagining things!

[Finding Fyodor isn't easy. Because of this situation, and because of everything that happened with that Russian gang they destroyed, Chuuya is realizing more and more how inconvenient it can be that most of his resources are tied up with the mafia. Right now he can't risk using any of them, and he's stuck searching mostly on his own, relying on the fact that he knows this city back to front to help him find Fyodor. It means a lot of running around and just looking.

He still finds him faster than he thought he would. He doesn't approach. Chuuya is halfway up a wall opposite the building he's on, hidden behind a structure, watching from a distance. He texts Dazai to let him know, and then waits.

He's forcing himself not to be too stressed out about this.

At least he manages to time it perfectly. Dazai has to take the slow (and boring) way up to the roof, so he stays where he is, watching the figure he knows is the rat. He waits until the door to the rooftop opens, and then he launches himself across, landing on the edge of the roof as Fyodor turns to look at Dazai. His hands are in his pockets. They're just here to talk - Dazai has a plan by now, he's sure - they're here to fix Chuuya's mistake and make him come back to Chuuya's place and --

Fyodor looks at him, and Chuuya moves without thinking and punches without warning.]

What the hell was that about?

[Shit. No. That wasn't the plan. Fuck.

Okay, so maybe he's a little upset by Fyodor just up and leaving without a word. ~~That's Dazai's job~~]

Edited 2022-10-06 07:00 (UTC)

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suicidallying + supplicium

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