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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[It's not like Dazai keeps tabs on Chuuya, most of the time. They may have the occasional not!date for fucking, and Dazai likes to steal or ruin Chuuya's things just because he can, but on the (w)hole, Dazai still despises Chuuya more than life itself. The less he sees or even hears of him, the better!

But something is wrong. When his sources start whispering about a mafia executive being kidnapped, Dazai just laughs (not in their faces, of course); when details about which exec it is follow, the idea only becomes more absurd. But, shockingly, a quick investigation suggests a core of truth at the very least, and when he calls Chuuya's cell phone only to go ignored, all doubt soon vanishes, and Dazai immediately gets to solving the issue.

He also cuts out the sources in question because they're clearly bought by Mori, instructed to leak information to get Dazai to do his dirty work, but that is a matter of course. Dazai is starting to regret not staying in the mafia simply to murder Mori, just a bit.

Dazai appreciates that Chuuya is drugged, really: maybe he won't remember much of what ends up happening. If he doesn't remember Dazai's involvement at all, so much the better! The rescue, when it finally happens, is fast enough. Silenced shots, few and far between, aimed well; volleys of loud gun fire immediately after, an escalating cacophony that ends in sudden silence. Then, Dazai's hooded figure carrying Chuuya out through hallways painted with blood and bodies. If Chuuya manages to make a fuss in spite of everything, Dazai is not above drugging Chuuya with the handy dandy drugs on site, either. He's already putting in all this effort! He doesn't want to be kicked to death for his trouble.

Chuuya's apartment may not seem the most logical choice, but it's familiar, and very safe, and Dazai won't have to endure any bitching about how things are not up to Chuuya's standards. ~~Also: he can drink Chuuya's booze.~~ Disappearing into the night after dropping Chuuya off is, sadly, not an option, due to Chuuya's injuries. Dazai is just going to deal with the worst of those - as far as he can see - and dump Chuuya into his own bed, sitting beside it with booze and a probably-terrible book Chuuya had lying around, while he waits for Chuuya to wake up.]

[It's difficult to investigate another gang when he can't rely on mafia resources, not to mention has to keep it a secret from his boss. And he hates keeping it secet from his boss. It feels like a betrayal, and there's no way he'd do it if he didn't owe it to Dazai, if there wasn't clearly something important Dazai wants him to know. So he recruits Akutagawa, who he knows will keep his secret - especially after he invokes his obsession with his former mentor - and, other than that, works on his own. It's frustratingly slow. Thankfully, Chuuya knows Yokohama's underworld well.

It's two days before he texts Dazai that he's ready to talk. He's already replenished his whiskey since Dazai stole most of it last time, so he orders some food, and then paces his apartment until Dazai shows up.]

You wanted to see what I'd find?

[He won't be surprised if Dazai already has this same information, but on the other hand, maybe he decided to leave it to Chuuya this time. He seemed to have a point to make, and the least Chuuya can do is listen.]

[The thing is, he's not sure he wants to talk to Dazai. He's been thinking about him, which is annoying enough, unable to stop thinking about him really, all because of that damn idiot Hunting Dog. And it's not like he's planning to tell Dazai about it, but there are a few other things that might be worth bringing up. A few things that have been gnawing at him for a lot longer than this, that he's struggling to see the point in keeping to himself anymore. But that means... having to face Dazai. That means, unfortunately, having to get him to agree to talk to Chuuya.

Finding him is easy enough. There are a few bars he usually checks when he's looking for Dazai, and he finds him at the third one, recognizing his silhouette immediately as he steps through the door. He pauses, braces himself... And then walks up to sit on the stool next to him.

He orders himself a shot of something strong, which he downs immediately, and a glass of red wine for something to hold in his hand.]

Before you say anything: Shut up.

[A good start. Actually, he's changed his mind, he doesn't want to do this at all.]

[Chuuya has picked up probably too much food on his konbini run. He hadn't really known what he wanted, just that he wanted snacks for the movie, so he grabbed a bit of everything, and then a bit more of the ones he really wanted. He's picked up a bit of actual food, too, just in case they get hungry, and a few drinks... Leaving him in charge of shopping is predictably like this: He spends too much, and then gets a bit embarrassed about it on his way back, because now it seems like he's putting in a bit too much effort.

But he bought it for himself, clearly, and if Dazai benefits, that's just incidental. Even if he did make sure to get Dazai's favorites.]

Did you pick a movie?

[Leaving Dazai alone in his apartment is always risky. Letting Dazai be in charge of the entertainment can be risky, too, but Chuuya gave up on dragging the bastard with him after about three seconds of arguing. He takes off his hat, kicks off his shoes, and then steps inside, glancing around to see if there's any chaos, before walking over to hand the bags over for Dazai to dig through.]

[Chuuya doesn't often show up at Dazai's apartment. He knows Dazai prefers his privacy, and besides, Chuuya's apartment is the better choice if they're going to fuck anyway. It's bigger, it's cleaner, there's an actual bed (if they feel like using it), and it doesn't have that smell of canned crab. There's no reason for him to be there, unless it's to annoy his ex-partner.

And right now he really wants to annoy his asshole of an ex-partner. He's pissed off. No, he's confused, and tired after having spent an hour reassuring Kouyou, listening to her reminding him of his responsibilities, the risks, the fact that he's definitely going to get himself hurt or worse. As if Chuuya doesn't already know that. As if he didn't already decide it was worth it. But she wasn't supposed to know. It's been months without her finding out.

He doesn't bother with the door. If he knocks there, Dazai will know it's him, and there's always a chance he'll escape through the back. So Chuuya heads around the building instead, jumps up to a window, and peers inside, spotting that bandaged bastard and confirming he's home. He taps on the glass to get his attention.]

Let me in, bastard. Or I'll let myself in.

[He doesn't really want to crash through the wall, but threats of violence are usually pretty effective, in his experience.]

[dazai will get the text sometime mid-morning, no context given. but then, he shouldn't need it.]

keep an eye on him

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movie night!!!