[It's been a few days since... that. Chuuya has been trying not to think about it at all. It happened, and he can't change it. At least he's fully healed thanks to that agency doctor - much as he hates that he was saved by an enemy - which means he's been able to focus on work instead of staying home to recover... And if he's working, he can push the memories out of his head. He hasn't slept much, but he's used to going periods without sleep when there's too much to do.
But it's been a few days, and the thought of Dazai keeps gnawing at him. He keeps having to remind himself that he doesn't give a shit, that even if the bastard looked at him like that, talked to him like that, with that tone in his voice, it doesn't matter. It was just the adrenaline. Dazai is back with that damn agency, and everything is back to the way it should be. He has to let it go.
He was tortured for that bastard.
There's still the issue of Dazai's coat. There was no way to salvage it, so Chuuya threw it out once he got his own clothes back, but... He'd found himself buying a replacement. It's stupid. He removed the tags so he can at least pretend that it's not new, but he still needs to give to to Dazai. He could have it sent to him. He doesn't have to do it in person. But there really was no other way to do it, so five days after their kidnapping, the torture, he decides it's time to find his ex-partner again.
It takes him a while to track him down. Dazai isn't at his apartment, and when Chuuys breaks in, it doesn't look like he's been there, either. And he's not at the agency - he hides on the roof and listens to their conversation through the window, until he hears someone mention his name. It's a complaint that Dazai is slacking off again. Typical. Except Chuuya is getting a bad feeling by now, and he thinks he knows where to look.
When Chuuya finds him, it's in the center of a bridge, leaning against the railing and watching the river. He approaches slowly, knowing Dazai has seen him already. Chuuya is suddenly self-conscious about the way he looks, knowing it shows how exhausted he is, that he hasn't slept, and that Dazai will notice. Then again, Dazai looks like shit as well, so what the hell does it even matter. He walks closer, and holds out the coat.]
If you're gonna jump, you're gonna get cold when you fail to die and have to climb back out, right?
[He'll lean sideways against the railing next to him.]
I had it cleaned for you. You should be grateful, bastard, it even looks better than before now.
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But it's been a few days, and the thought of Dazai keeps gnawing at him. He keeps having to remind himself that he doesn't give a shit, that even if the bastard looked at him like that, talked to him like that, with that tone in his voice, it doesn't matter. It was just the adrenaline. Dazai is back with that damn agency, and everything is back to the way it should be. He has to let it go.
He was tortured for that bastard.
There's still the issue of Dazai's coat. There was no way to salvage it, so Chuuya threw it out once he got his own clothes back, but... He'd found himself buying a replacement. It's stupid. He removed the tags so he can at least pretend that it's not new, but he still needs to give to to Dazai. He could have it sent to him. He doesn't have to do it in person. But there really was no other way to do it, so five days after their kidnapping, the torture, he decides it's time to find his ex-partner again.
It takes him a while to track him down. Dazai isn't at his apartment, and when Chuuys breaks in, it doesn't look like he's been there, either. And he's not at the agency - he hides on the roof and listens to their conversation through the window, until he hears someone mention his name. It's a complaint that Dazai is slacking off again. Typical. Except Chuuya is getting a bad feeling by now, and he thinks he knows where to look.
When Chuuya finds him, it's in the center of a bridge, leaning against the railing and watching the river. He approaches slowly, knowing Dazai has seen him already. Chuuya is suddenly self-conscious about the way he looks, knowing it shows how exhausted he is, that he hasn't slept, and that Dazai will notice. Then again, Dazai looks like shit as well, so what the hell does it even matter. He walks closer, and holds out the coat.]
If you're gonna jump, you're gonna get cold when you fail to die and have to climb back out, right?
[He'll lean sideways against the railing next to him.]
I had it cleaned for you. You should be grateful, bastard, it even looks better than before now.