FLIGHTLESS BIRD

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GHOSTS.

He sneered at that name, “he doesn’t control me anymore.” Dazai glared, his insides twist- huh Oda really was from that far in the past, wasn’t he? Thinking that he was apart of the Mafia, “I left four years ago and I’m never going back… I burn the clothes he gave me.” His body shook, that bastard was getting him worked up and he wasn’t even here and Osamu hated that. He hated how that poisonous asshole still clung onto his life.

Ah. So he doesn’t know about the children Chuuya was right, “that happened a while ago for me… I’ve worked out that people get taken from random points in time… I mean I was eighteen from where you are, I’m twenty-two now.” He let out a cold laugh, “that day at the Lupin was probably the best thing for you to remember… so much happened.” He couldn’t tell Odasaku his future, could he? If they ever went back what would happen to his time? This was odd.

Dazai leans more into Oda, his fingers gliding up Odasaku’s arms. “I was in jail, I got arrested for crimes that Ango removed from my records…” Dazai sighed, “I’m glad I’m here but I also just feel so empty and alone..” truth seemed to just come out when he was with Oda, was he thankful for that? He was not sure.

“Sakunosuke… please don’t leave me.”

wait- four years?

does that mean he had been gone for four years? that explains dazai’s sudden growth spurt... and chuuya’s strange behavior. what about the orphans under his care though? they relied only on him for daily necessities... “what happened?” interjecting someone in the middle of their sentence is not something that saku is proud of, but he needs to know. 

grabs dazai by his shoulder to face him, cerulean against brown. the feline before them suddenly forgotten. “sorry, dazai. if i’ve been gone for four years, did someone take care of the orphans?” 

whether it be melodies that give you inspiration for your muse or songs that get you into the writing mood — pick 10 songs you find to give you the urge, the drive, or the creativity to write for your muse

nicotine - panic! at the disco bloody shirt - to kill a king (bastille remix)  link - l’arc~en~ciel 風が吹く街 - lucklife secrets - one republic   learn my lesson - daughtry you found me - the fray 千の夜をこえて - aquatimez the projectionist - sleeping at last flightless bird, american mouth - iron & wine

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8. eyelid kiss

morning streams in, light blue and gentle yellows filtering through the almost translucent blinds against a pair of fluttering eyelids. sakunosuke opens his eyes, blinks the stickiness away for a brief moment until he can see the chipped paint of his room’s ceiling. within minutes, the sun will turn harsh. within minutes, the city will stir once again.

waking up like this feels almost foreign to him; there’s no alarm blaring right next to his ear–or nightmares that forces his brain to wake up prematurely. he thinks of it as an anomaly until the weight inside his arms and the feeling of warm skin against cool ones grounds him to reality. 

ah, no wonder his back stings.

but that’s something to worry about later. for now, he listens to the soft, even humming–love on the horizon, in the air, between his fingertips. he inhales–his senses fills with the younger so he takes another deep breath, buries a soft kiss upon the dark strands as he wraps his arms tighter around the sleeping figure, tries to close the nonexistent distance between them.

seeing ango like this is a rare privilege that sakunosuke has no intention of wasting. he likes to think that their meeting here is a second chance; to both redeem himself and to finally fulfill a promise they made to each other. it’s not rome, but he’s fairly sure the scenery is nothing compared to this.

calloused thumb trails upon the mole by ango’s upper lip. sakunosuke thinks he looks so serene like this so he plants a gentle peck upon the other’s eyelid. and maybe the attention-seeker part of him just wants ango to wake up so they can start their day together, eat breakfast together, shower together, say ‘good morning’ to each other–everything yokohama is too busy to grant them.

which turns out to be a success, judging from the way ango’s eyelids flutter open and he blinks tiredly, only to have his features soften the moment hazel lands upon unfaltering azure.

“good morning, saku-san.”

a smile blooms upon his features–almost uncharacteristically of him–and he replies;

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6. gentle peck

he doesn’t remember what made him do it.

but sakunosuke remember how it began; in the kitchen by the stove, spices wafting in the air, frost on the windowsill, bodies huddled close together for warmth. they’re chatting animatedly–micah talking about putting cinnamons in hot chocolate and saku listening the best he can as he makes sure not to burn the cream soup inside the pot. years living in the streets had taught him that nothing can beat a warm meal during cold days.

he can also recall micah asking if he could have a taste of the soup he’s cooking, because he thought that it smells delicious. and saku lets him, a little pleased that he didn’t mess up the smell this time, but not without blowing the spoon first so it wouldn’t burn his roommate’s tongue.

which brought him to another predicament.

“ah-” 

a few drops of soup has landed upon the skin of micah’s cheek on accident, smearing the skin close to the corner of his lips, all thanks to sakunosuke’s careless blowing. it doesn’t stop him from feeding the cooled down soup to his roommate though. “sorry,” he mutters an apology without missing a beat right after. he still needs adjusting to the domestic life, huh… “let me clean that up for you.”  

of course, saku had all the options in the world to simply put the ladle down and wipe it off of micah’s cheek with a napkin like any normal person would–or maybe use his thumb to scrape it off gently. but at that time he felt like it’ll be too much work, to put down the ladle where the soup will definitely drip down to the kitchen counter and leave more mess than he already made.

so instead, he opts for the simplest route; lean down and lick the liquid off of micah’s cheek. their lips brush together gently, a creamy yet savory taste spreading on his palate along with something else. could it be lipbalm? 

there’s a brief pause when sakunosuke pulls away, a contemplative look upon his face.

‘my own business, huh…’

if being a detective doesn’t work out, should he try opening a curry restaurant instead? not that he can beat the one boss makes at yokohama though. 

odasaku-centric 1,998 w

a.n: yes, this is supposed to be a five-hundred words drabble chronicling odasaku’s stay in koi. no, i don’t know what hit me ;;

he opens his eyes and everything is too bright.

ears ringing, head pounding, eyelids feeling like they weigh a ton each. his first instinct is to raise a hand to obstruct the sunlight from coming into his eyes, blinking the pain away until he’s able to make out the green of the trees and blue of the sky. 

then he hears the muffled screams, coming from somewhere in front of him. sakunosuke rises to his feet, struggling to stave off the oncoming wave of nausea by propping both hands on his knees, vision still adjusting as he looks for the source of the noise. it takes him a few seconds to realize that he is standing on a parking lot somewhere, another few to spot a white van parked not far from him as the source of the screams.

sakura? and yuu… and kousuke. what’s going on?

adrenaline takes over before any rational thoughts does; sakunosuke doesn’t even know why he springs straight into action and sprints towards the van at the sight, stumbling on his own foot once or twice in the process. he does know that there's an inexplicable sense of urgency that tells him to run as fast as he can, to not stop until he has all five of them safe in his arms- to tell them that he's there, it's going to be okay, they're going to be——

the explosion that occurs right after sends him flying thirty meters backwards, hot air hitting his face without mercy as he crashes upon the gravel. sakunosuke briefly registers the pain blooming all over his body, ignores the sting of scrapes and cuts on his skin as he stares at the burning car before him, throat burning from the cry of anguish that doesn’t sound anything like his voice.

he thrashes wildly on his bed and his head knocks against the headboard, jolting him awake.

a chuckle comes out, “some might be scared to ask? or it’s just something fun to do.~” dazai rolled his eyes, “hm, i’ve only really seen people do it among friends? i suppose if someone is that in need of a kiss they’d go around asking random people.” dazai taps at oda’s nose, “what about you? anyone you wish to play the pocky game with?”

doesn’t flinch at the sudden tap upon his nose. there’s no reason to be wary when it’s dazai. “and if they ask their target of affection for a kiss under the guise of playing this... pocky game, would it help their situation?” it’s a genuine question--he simply doesn’t understand the point behind kissing someone without confessing your true feelings for them first. 

“i don’t know, i don’t think i have anyone i’d like to kiss...” voice trails off upon the last sentence. “not like this, at least.” 

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     no  ,  what a well-founded point !!  sakunosuke much too intimate;  of course oda was acceptable  ,  anything else would be disrespectful !!  blockhead  ,  why’d you even ask ?!  although spiraling into humiliation  ,  namesake gives pause  ,  panic easing with blessing-sought query.  he’d stepped outside comfort zone  ,  just then ?  sprightly  ,  contented smile breaks through  ,  agreeing energetically  perhaps a little too much.   ‘ yes !!  that is  ,  if you’re comfortable using it. ’   hell  ,  it’s something other than his last name.  he’ll take what he’s allowed.

     disposition improved  ,  more soothed and disburdened now that first greeting’s resolved.  shuffle resounds  ,  roaming around kitchen  ,  fetching glasses while feeling cabinet items.

     ‘ it’s fine  ,  it’s fine.  you worked hard today  ,  so  ,  if anyone deserves a rest it’s you.  would you prefer a specific drink over dinner?  water  ,  tea  ,  cocoa       I think there’s wine in the pantry too ! ’   wait  ,  should he shower ??  supposing oda favored eating alone  ,  him lingering about wouldn’t do any good.  crap.  oh  ,  but he really wants to know more about flatmate.  since they’re stuck together until god knows when  ,  doesn’t it make sense to figure out one another’s boundaries ??  or is that a pushy mindset ??  shit  ,  how can he fix this ??

     ‘ ah  ,  spicy works.  the hotter the better !!  that’s how it goes  ,  right ?  oh  ,  uhm  ,  oda ?  would eating together work well for you ?  there's  .  .  .  I have questions.  nothing invasive just things which might make living together easier. ’

something akin to relief blooms in his chest at micah’s reply. at least he didn’t botch their conversation up too much. if anything, it feels like both of them are actually fumbling around with their words... good to know he’s not the only one trying in this companionship, he supposes. means they should be able to get along just well.

“it’s fine, really. my job here isn’t as exhausting as the one back home.” ...now that he can hear himself speaking, maybe he should’ve kept the last sentence to himself. no need to burden others with your boring stories, after all. he takes the apron off and hangs it on one of the racks by the fridge. “but tea is good. i’m not really fond of wine, to be honest.” again, shut up, oda. “...thanks.”

judging from the way things are going right now, sakunosuke would even find their teamwork almost natural. maybe they can make this a regular thing-- him cooking and micah making their drinks. “sure thing. i don’t mind.” shrugs “we’ll probably be roommates for who knows how long, it would be better if we can get to know each other better.”

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is your muse very musically oriented?

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