#dark-disgrace

“ tell them to shut the fuck up! if that doesn’t work MAKE them shut the fuck up. it’s as simple as that, no big deal tch! ” 

(งಠ_ಠ)ง Fight them! Don’t show any remorse!~

✂ || The last time he finds his hands shaking, he’s holding onto Oda. He hears him coughing through shaky breaths and he sees him struggling to speak. His lips are dry and smeared with blood, and his smile is tainted with a pungent iron smell - pearly whites are coated in black, and deep blue eyes gaze at him with an apology.  He remembers them crinkle upwards as silent words slip from muted lips. Several wrinkles make their way on his forehead as he winces, and the wounds in him open up even further.

Dazai feels the weight of his partner’s body slump down in his arms with little effort; gravity pulls him further into his arms, and there is no signs of struggle as eyes close themselves in peace.

His skin is cold; the sweat that Oda has produced through his labored breathing coat his own fingers, and he remembers how his own lips tremble as he clutches onto a corpse and gets no response no matter how many times he held onto it like a lifeline. He asks for him to respond to him, and he gets no answer. He remembers quite vividly how much he wished there would be a miracle.

✖  ||  “He’s suffering from depression,” The psychiatrist informs his father. He remembers nothing else that happened after that conversation, but he feels that his world changed somehow.

♣|| He moves closer to his partner who sits near the fireplace in the abandoned cabin. A blanket hangs around his shoulders, and they are both quiet, for once, because there is nothing to talk about. 

Dazai places his hands before him as he tries to get more warmth on them; they’re freezing, and he blames Chuuya for getting so weak so fast; he could have shoveled all the snow if he didn’t lose stamina so easily.

This kind of training was beyond annoying to Dazai, but Mori had insisted that performing regular chores was a fine way to grow up in the mafia some times. He was probably a stingy old man, anyway, who didn’t want to waste money when they had a couple of “children” to boss around - he knew his mentor well. Mori was such a cheapskate. 

They’re young - they’re only twelve, but they both know that ‘child’ was just a label, and such labels never applied to the Mafia. A child could kill an adult, so long as they had the authority or ability, so everything was about rank instead. 

Dazai stares at the side of Chuuya’s face, and sees his partner thinking hard about something  else. “You know, you owe me!” He chirped finding the intense concentration a little bit annoying because a Chuuya that thought too much was a useless Chuuya.  His partner whipped his head quickly as he glared at him for some clarification.“What? No I don’t!” His voice dripped with an acidity to his sharp tone.“You owe me for helping you with the shovel work.” Dazai reiterated feeling his heart beat fast as he closed some space between them as he kissed him lightly on the lips.

Wadinghis feet at the edge of the poolside, Dazai stared at Chuuya walkingprecariously towards the deeper end. He knew Chuuya’s abilities in and out; his partner was very capable in taking care of himself, but it was honestly why he disliked being paired up with him - there wasn’t enough fun.

And when there was no fun, there was chaos to be made.

Not even remotely alarmed at theother’s well-being, he was more interested in embarrassing hispartner to death becausethat was the only funthinghe could do at the time. Wearinghis bandages wasobviously a no-no when it came to exposinghimself inpublic waters,so simply dragging Chuuya to the “6 ft.” marker wassomething he couldn’tdo, butseeing Chuuya’s pale skin flush red wascertainly inhis list of what he could.

“Chuuya,please, I insist takethefloatie!” His eyes shimmered with a mock worry, and around his armwas a yellow polk-a-dot floatie in its god-awful neon pink glory. “Idon’t want to come back to the boss explaining how you died in akiddie pool.” He let out a dramatic sigh, but the grin continued tospread on his face. 

“What if you drown and the life guard has to save you because I obviously can’t? That means you get an indirect kiss from someone else, I couldn’t possibly have that happen.” 

Some students seem honestly frightened. Their first class of their first year was honestly one of the more challenging moments in college life, while others seemed to treat the environment like it was high school again – and those students in particular were Dazai’s favorite to pick on.

The brunet scans the area as people begin to walk in, and he pays absolutely no mind to the auditorium’s abuse. Conversations soon began to get louder seeing as that the professor was absent,  but instead of acting on it, Dazai sits in the very back of the room where the majority of students, from the beginning and to the end of time, enjoyed the obscurity and the shadows often ignored by college professors.  

He didn’t know why, but the back of the room always provided students comfort. Logically, sitting in the front would earn a better relationship, however.

The time read: 7:55, so class would begin soon, but he made no move towards the stage as he valued his students’ opinions and light chatter far more than being presentable. Talking to a few students here and there about their vacation  and their majors, the brunet finally landed his eyes on a nice autumn shade of hair alone and a little closer to the stage leaving him quite the one to stand out, so he moved closer to the student.

“Hello! The name’s... Tsushima.” He groaned inwardly at the fact he chose his father’s surname. “I’m pretty nervous, are you?” He asked innocently as he smiled towards the student.

Akutagawa scowled at the retreating back of his superior, anger rising at the taunt. Hmph. He’d gone too far and the younger man just had to retaliate. While half way returning his attention to the sewing in his hands to mend his coat, the other half was solely devoted to one thing. He used his ability to create a small tendril that quickly shot out, hooked onto one of Chuuya’s ankles, and then returned to normal once more.

Hades had hoped to intimidate the man that came across him. All he’d been after was the damned dumpster. He’d seen a fairly nice blanket in there and had been about to claim it when he was spotted. However he had gotten the exact opposite reaction than he hoped and it led to a cold stone of fear settling in his gut that didn’t show on features. Not yet anyway.

The teen couldn’t stop the grunt of pain at being slammed into the wall. Not only had it made him hit his head, his wings had also met the surface pretty hard. Damnable worthless appendages. Hades grabbed the stranger’s arm to try get him let go, a snarl escaping him as his body responded to the adrenaline coursing through him, changing his features turning inhuman. The fear only grew at the man’s words along with his desire to escape.

Shit! This guy was part of the Port Mafia?! Of all the rotten luck!

@dark-disgrace 

Years1-9: ……. [ He doesn’t visit him because he’s a jerk. ]

Year10: “I’mlate, aren’t I? Butyou shouldn’t expect me to apologize. But I guess, you wouldn’tforgive me either way…. Icame back because I wanted to laugh in front of your face, but...tobe truthful… I came back because to the other’s suggestion, theybelieved it’d help me “talk to you.” It’s funny though. Ican’t even remember your voice, which is strange since you’vealways been annoying!!

Andall this time, I have been thinking: “Thisis odd, isn’t it? It used to be the other way around!” I knewback then how it would hurt you. I know you’re emotional deep downinside; even Kouyou-neesan knew how sensitive you have always been.But, Chuuya is a lot crueler when it comes to paybacks, I understand.Isthis how it felt when I left you that day?