indensity | when you're helpless, waiting to collide

when you're helpless, waiting to collide

[Chuuya has lost all track of time while he's been there. The drugs they've injected him with has him slipping in and out of consciousness, and it's making it difficult to think, made worse by the fact that every inch of his body seems to hurt. He only vaguely remembers the fight. He's pretty sure his coffee had been drugged when he bought it, that or his croissant, and then when he'd felt so dizzy only his ability could keep him standing, he'd been attacked out of nowhere by two ability users. One of them had some sort of lightning based ability, he's not sure about the other.

He's pretty sure he has a concussion.

He's been trying to gauge his injuries, figure out if he'll be able to move, trying to figure out a way to break himself free. He's chained up, but he should be able to break those if the drugs wear off. The door to this room looks solid, but he can break it. If not for the drugs.

At some point, someone comes into the room and injects him with another dose, and he loses all consciousness again. When he wakes up, he starts the thought process over. Where is he, can he fight, how will he get out. He's not the type to ever just wait to be rescued.]

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Too bad.

[You have to live, Dazai. Chuuya says so. Also stealing his bottle is just rude, and he's definitely going to complain about it once he actually realizes. He'll fight you.

But for now he's distracted by that (clearly flawed!) argument.]

You're definitely not right! If you're that confident, shouldn't you be able to guess what I'm talking about?

You want me to guess what I'm wrong about when I'm clearly right about everything?

[You're not making any sense at all!

That, or Dazai just refuses to corner himself when he has nothing to gain and everything to lose by doing so. It could be that.]

You’re wrong about a lot of things. You’re wrong about my prio—

[Wait. No. Shit. He’s too drunk. Where’s that bottle, he definitely needs another drink.
]

Did you take my bottle?!

It wasn't your bottle to start with?

[And Dazai is also not admitting to taking anything, because he's suicidal, but not desperate to die horribly.]

It’s mine now.

[He double checks the area around him, and then leans across Dazai’s lap to check the other side of him. Of course Dazai’s the one who took it. And Dazai’s not even drinking, so it’s not like he needs —

The fact that Dazai’s not drinking is probably important.]

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"Finders keepers" goes both ways, you know...

[But for the moment, the bottle is magically gone.

Dazai may magically be drinking from it a few seconds later, though. As long as Chuuya either gives up the search or goes looking elsewhere, at a safe(?) distance.]

[Chuuya does give up. He frowns - what he's doing here is finally catching up to him - then pushes himself up, away from Dazai's lap again. And then stands, rubs at the back of his neck.]

Yeah. I should probably be leaving.

[He's feeling bad suddenly, for bothering Dazai like this. Even if Dazai did deserve a punch to the face. But Chuuya hadn't even ended up punching him in the end.]

I can get something better to drink somewhere else anyway.

[It's a rather unpleasant change of mood, but, even more unpleasantly: it's kind of unexpected.]

You haven't even punched me, though. [He says with genuine surprise - not that he'd intended to let Chuuya punch him.] Not that I'm complaining.

[He knows it's sudden. But Chuuya is too drunk, and he's a little too close to admitting something he knows Dazai wouldn't want, and that realization is finally catching up to him.]

Do you want me to? I always have time for that.

With how drunk you are already, you could never manage.

[Said dismissively, it's not actually a challenge, for once... though, if it's taken as one, that's fine too. At least that will bring things back to what passed for normal, with them.]

[It doesn't matter if it's meant as a challenge or not. It almost does, he knows he should leave, but their dynamic really is too ingrained. He turns, aims a spinning kick at Dazai's head.]

I can always manage that much!

[Really, with how drunk he is, the only reason he's not falling over is his ability.]

[Hmm, yes indeed. And, as such, after Dazai dodges that kick with years of practice (and aided, no doubt, by the fact that Chuuya isn't actually trying to kill him or something), he's just going to reach out and touch Chuuya before he's even straightened himself again, hoping to catch Chuuya off-balance.

Actually, let him just boop Chuuya's nose. Whether it messes up his balance due to the suddenly no longer functional gravity control or not, it will be fun.]

[There'a a split second where Chuuya scrunches up his face in response to that boop, blink-and-you'll-miss-it. And then he falls, crashing hard onto his back in the middle of Dazai's floor.]

Daaaazai!

[That's more of a sulk than an angry yell, much as he tries to make it the latter.]

I really, really hate you.

[Well, that certainly is satisfying. If only life were filled with endless Chuuya-booping, maybe it would be worth living.

But probably not. Also: that is kind of gross to think, and so the satisfaction quickly dissipates in favor of something far more neutral.]

It's not like I hate you any less, you know.

Besides, when you initiate an attack, you can't expect me to sit still and take it?

I can expect what I want.

[But no, he wasn't expecting that, he's just whining. He kicks out towards Dazai again, but since he's still on his back, it barely even counts as an attempted attack.]

Obviously you hate me less. You're the one who's the worst.

[Since it's not a serious attempt at an attack anymore, if it ever was, Dazai just settles on the floor again. If Chuuya insists on kicking, Dazai is just going to barnacle on his legs to limit the impact. But he's no more serious about stopping Chuuya than Chuuya is at succeeding.]

Am I?

[... Yeah, no, he totally is. He's not especially tempted to try proving otherwise, either. Even though somehow it bothers him a bit to be called out on his general terrible-ness under these circumstances. He's not sure why.

Where is that booze again? He's going to have another drink.]

Doesn't that mean I have more reason to hate indiscriminately, then? Or even discriminately.

[Well, if Dazai is keeping his legs trapped, then he can't leave after all. Not that he couldn't break free if he wanted, but he doesn't really feel like fighting him. Maybe he's too drunk.]

Hatred takes too much effort. You're too lazy, usually.

[But there's definitely exceptions. And anyone who's gone far enough to earn Dazai's hatred is going to end up miserable for sure.

But even drunk as he is, he can tell when something is off with Dazai. The mood since Chuuya showed up has been weird, which is just more proof that he shouldn't be here, and Dazai should have let him leave. But if Chuuya said the wrong thing now, he can at least take it back, or --]

Pass me that bottle before I say something stupid.

The effort depends entirely on what you plan to do with said hatred.

[Nah, it's true, really. But it's not like Dazai is going to admit to not hating Chuuya at this point. He should hate Chuuya, if only as a power move of sorts, and he has enough reason to as well - like how Chuuya doesn't just lie down and let Dazai defeat him. (That is definitely not the main reason.) But Dazai isn't in the mood to argue about being lazy.]

You only ever say stupid things, Chuuya. Is this really the time to start worrying about it?

[There's no real venom in the words, though, and - surprisingly or otherwise - Dazai does hand over the bottle.]

Like planning ways to make me suffer every day?

[Not that he really thinks Dazai hates him. It's a lot more complicated than that. And maybe it's easier not to hate each other now that they're enemies, instead of partners, since no one is trying to force a dynamic on them. Maybe it's easier now beause Dazai already chose other people, which means they can just let it go.

Not that Chuuya has ever known how to let anything go.

He takes the bottle - it's a little surprising - and drinks in the desperate hope that his brain will shut down completely for the night. Passing out wouldn't be so bad, even if Dazai would definitely draw on his face.]

Stupider than usual. [No, wait --] I don't usually say stupid things, asshole!

[See if he passes the bottle back now. Actually, he's gonna pass it back.]

[Dazai can't help a little laugh at that. Really, Chuuya is too easy even when sober, nevermind when he's been drinking... but that's not without benefits.]

You're rather cute when you're stupider than usual, you know.

[Hard to tell how serious he is about that, but he's definitely feeling something or other about Chuuya, and if he can phrase it in a way that's likely to offend Chuuya, doesn't that make everyone a winner? And by "everyone" clearly we mean "Dazai".

Time for a drink. Getting drunk may be more difficult for Dazai than it is for Chuuya, but it probably beats the alternative.]

[He's too drunk, he's going to need a moment to process that one. He's not cute - wait, was that a compliment? - but no, cute isn't a compliment and he's not stupid.]

Shut up. You know what, I take it back!

[Take what back? He hasn't even said it yet. But that actually saves him time, so he's not going to correct himself. He'll just sit up so he can steal that bottle back once Dazai had his drink. He's definitely ungraceful now, bumping into Dazai in the attempt, before managing to straighten himself. Dazai needs to stop touching Chuuya when he's drunk because he really needs gravity to behave.]

Take back what?

[Just gonna ask the obvious, and it's not even to be a dick. Chuuya has said many things (he usually does), and what matters enough to take back is a point of interest, more or less.

Dazai dangles the bottle up high for a moment, just because he can, but he surrenders it to Chuuya soon enough, because he's had his fun, and he doesn't honestly care enough to keep Chuuya away from the booze. He really should, though. A good person definitely would, at this point.]

You're going to regret drinking this much.

I don't care if I'll regret it.

[But maybe he'll slow down, just a little. Before he ends up blacking out completely. It's not even really doing what he needs it to, which is turn off these feelings and shut off all those thoughts, so he can stop worrying about it, stop feeling like it's going to explode out of him.

Of course Dazai has to ask. That asshole always has to know everything.]

I take back... [The pause, the way he frowns as he thinks, definitely gives away that it's not what he meant.] I take back hating you.

[Wait.]

[This is shaping up to be a much more interesting meeting that it started out as, but at the same time... while it's fun to see Chuuya suffer - and no doubt Chuuya will only suffer more from here on out - it's also at least 99% likely to lead to terrible things of some sort, whether it's because Dazai will have to call in the mafia babysitters or for some other reason. So Dazai is apprehensive... but not enough to get rid of Chuuya before things do inevitably hit the fan. Apart from anything else, that would come with risks, too.

He's still not expecting a statement like that, though, and it shows, his eyes widening.]

That's quite a lot to take back.

[Since you hate him so much and all.]

[Catching Dazai by surprise like that is always satisfying. For a moment Chuuya looks incredibly smug, and he almost wishes he could take a picture, just to save the moment, just to prove it in the future. He prods Dazai in the center of the chest.]

Too late. It's gone.

[Wait. Wait. Is that something to be smug about, though? Isn't that hatred what makes any of this work? At the very least it's safer.]

Shit. This is why I tried to leave.

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