#skk

SKK 10dance au

Yes the movie I ain't read the manga (btw give us the second fucking movie y'all)

Chuuya fits so well the wilder latino dance vibe and Dazai of course the more rigorous and flawless ballroom dancing shit

GIVE US

"In this world,when you become on your 12 years birthday, a small drawing appeared on your wrist.It can be either a white moon,or a black star.The moon symbolizes the power of good,and the people marked with it have incredible powers such as illusions,the ability to control objects and more,meant to save the world.The ones with the star have the power to destroy the world with a single touch.They can also ,shape-shifting in an animal if they want,.The star people aren't necessarily evil.The only problem is that there are only 2-3 people with the star mark.And they don't have an easy life."

It took so little for it all to go wrong.And it was all Atsushi’s fault.

He had seen Fyodor go to Fukuchi with the holy blade that  had been plunged into Stoker and just…moved.He wished he could say it was to spare the president from seeing his friend’s body defiled,but no…No,that wasn’t the truth.

He just wanted to get the first stab.This was just an excuse.

He’d thought he’d be fine,he’d deflected the first strike easy enough.The second one proved him wrong.

With barely any effort,Fyodor had parried it,burying both blades into the captain’s chest.

“Atsushi…Get it out!Get it out before-“Ranpo had yelled,running to him 

He had been too late,light having burst before he had finished,Fukuchi’s body floating up,only to be quickly wound up in what appeared to be a funeral shroud,getting incredibly tight around the eyes.

His blood crawled under the sheets,so quickly it made tears,over his midriff,up his arms…

And now…Here they were,staring up at…Whatever it was that Fukuchi had turned into…

Hair floating,sheet over his eyes,clad in a white,faded kimono.

“Ranpo…What is that?” “A three part singularity…The holy sword…It bound him to Amenogozen and its abilities,amplifying them with his skill…But it also…” “Binds him to me,just like it once bound Stoker to him,yes.Not a conclusion out of place,Edogawa.I see why Dazai thought you capable of thwarting me.A rabbit among wolves and yet you still thrive.”Dostoyevsky drawled “…Bring him back…” “Hmm?” “Bring Bram-Bram back,you jerk!”Aya cried out only for Ranpo to grip even tighter onto her as she thrashed

Fyodor just tilted his head and smiled what might’ve been an apologetic smile if he had bothered to make it reach his eyes.

“I’m deeply sorry but I can’t do that,princess.Rest assured though you shall come to no harm.”

Fyodor’s eyes flicked towards  Atsushi.

“Ah…At last we meet…You must be the bookmark.What a pleasure it is to finally meet you in person.”

The bookmark?Atsushi blinked but otherwise didn’t respond,tightening his grip on the sword even more,as clumsy as it was.

Maybe if he held it just tightly enough,properly enough,it could change something,anything.

The demon’s smile grew smugger.

“What do you expect to accomplish with that sword?You don’t even know how to hold it,let alone use it.”

He was fast,so everyone had told him.Even if they tried to make a grab for the sword he could break it before it could come to that.

Fukuzawa pushed him back before he could retort with anything,eyes fixed on the singularity above them.

“Maybe you should try to take on  someone your own size instead of picking on a beginner.” “President-“ “Go.I’ll take it from here.” “Like hell,old-“

Ranpo didn’t get to finish,something cutting him off.Atsushi’s eyes followed his sight line,.going to the end of it.And there Teruko was,midair,murder in her eyes,ready to stab the singularity.

For all the determination in her gaze,it didn’t matter.One moment something sparked in the singularity’s palm,a…sword…a…

Another Amenogozen!?

The thought of how hardly got to form,as Teruko fell to the floor,stabbed and limp,shaking and clutching her stomach.

But within moments even that was gone,the woman turning into bubbles,leaving only her crumpled uniform behind.

The creature lowered its gaze  towards Fukuzawa.

“Run!”he yelled and this time Ranpo didn’t hesitate

He turned heel and took Atsushi by the scruff of the neck,bolting.The singularity made a beeline straight for Fukuzawa.

There was a a deflection in there,or two,Atsushi wasn’t really sure,but it changed nothing.Because the president fell too,body evaporating into bubbles moments later.

“He’ll be okay,Atsushi.We just have to get out of here.”Ranpo panted

Atsushi didn’t have the heart to tell him how wrong he was.

-

“Dazai?” “Ha,ha,ha…”

He laughed,slow,stupid at first.The sound mauled his throat as he shivered on the ground,blocking Chuuya’s view of the cadaver.

Of course…Of course how could he have been so fucking stupid?Hawthorne was just cover,how couldn’t he have seen it coming…

“Dazai!?” “Ha,ha,ha,ha,ha…” “Dazai!”Chuuya yelled,giving him a hardy shove

That was where it stopped though.Because Chuuya saw the body,recognition instantly lighting his eyes.

“Ace’s bodyguard?But…how…Why?” “When was the last time you saw him?” “…Before the train…Before they went to get Fyodor…He shot one of his colleagues and Raskovnikov and ditched.” “Raskovnikov or Fyodor?”Dazai asked coldly 

His former partner blinked at him in confusion,eyes going so wide Dazai was worried they might pop out.

Though…He supposed the occasion warranted it at least.

“But that’s…That’s impossible…” “If it is,how do you explain everything?The fact Ango saw Fyodor being shot?The impossibly smooth teleportation work Nikolai would’ve had to do to get Raskovnikov in Fyodor’s spot without any blunt force trauma to the body or disturbance to the room’s set up?” “….” “Face it,Chuuya.He takes over the bodies of those that kill him.”

The redhead’s face went even paler as his eyes flicked to Dazai.

“Then….You know what that means,don’t you?”

It struck the brunette as sharply and pointedly as lightning.Damn it all.

“Since it can’t affect me and I  had a vampire kill him that would  make Stoker his murderer…”

Lump in his throat,the detective shot up,ready to bolt only for Chuuya to grab his wrist.

“Hold it there,John McClain.What are you planning to do?” “There has to be a boat down there,some of the guards are French,that has to be how they get here.We use it to get back.” “Dazai,it’ll take us twice the time it would take us by plane!Even with Tainted that’s probably still gonna be over ten hours unless G forces get involved.And that’s If you don’t nullify it by simply being on the boat!” “Alright,Nikolai then,we threaten him and-“ “With what?Death?He cares about living as much as you do!Even If he does teleport us it could be the goddamn Arctic for all we know and then what?!”

Dazai harshly pulled his hand out of Chuuya’s grip.

“And what’s your brilliant idea,Chuuya!?Just sit here awaiting-“ “We head to the communication room,contact Ango,tell him what we know and to get us a jet.Then we grab a boat,pickpocket the first British bozo we see,rent out one night in some shitty motel and wait for that jet to pick us up without having to worry about anyone getting body-snatched.That’s my brilliant idea.Notes?”

Dazai thought on it for a moment.That way at least they buy the people at the airport some time.Maybe Lucy could…

He shook his head.

“None,but-“ “I do have one note,if I may intercede.”

The two whipped around,coming face to face with a tall,brunette man in an emasculate blue suit,dragging an unconscious Sigma and Nikolai behind with one hand,the other behind his back.

“Adam!?” they exclaimed in unison “Chuuya,Dazai,great to see you again.You’re under arrest.”the robot said gingerly

Dazai squeezed Chuuya’s wrist,ready to pull him behind,as he straightened.

“Adam,the agency’s been-“ “Framed,I’m aware.That’s not why I’m arresting you.”

They blinked at him and Adam did so in turn,puzzled.

“Do you not know why?”

The two shook their heads.

“Ah,I see.For you Dazai,your crimes and Chuuya,Verlaine’s breakout of Motojiro.It severely injured several members of the Order of the Clocktower,you see,thus-“ “His what!?”Chuuya yelled,eyes going wide”What was Kaiji even arrested for!?” “Blew up one of the order’s weapon shipments.”

Chuuya’s expression soured as he sighed with tired exasperation.

“Yeah,typical Kaiji…Can we speed this up?”Dazai asked hurriedly

They don’t have time for this,every minute they waste is-

“Oh?Do you wish to get arrested right now?Dazai,I never took you for the law abiding type but-“ “I’m not.Throw me in the slammer after I get back to Yokohama.But I am getting there.Chuuya,come on.”

He pulled Chuuya forward,only for the gun getting pointed at them to give him pause.Adam’s face dampened as his lip stiffened.

“I would let you,but Ms Christie made herself clear.You two must be arrested.She threatened to have me retired to a trash heap otherwise.” “Couldn’t Wollstonecraft rebuild you?” “She also threatened to break my creator’s hands if I failed to bring you in.” “Oh.”

That seemed to soften Chuuya a little but Dazai found himself thoroughly unmoved.He tried to take another step but his ex partner pulled him back. 

“Okay,take us in.” “What?!” “Excuse me?” “We don’t want the doctor to get hurt and you’re probably taking me cause you can’t find Paul and Kaiji anywhere.Not to mention only Dazai can answer for his own crimes.”

Dazai let out a weak,hollow laugh.

“What are you playing at,Chuuya?” “Our survival,try doing the same.”

Adam’s shoulders visibly relaxed,the man putting the gun down as he exhaled.

“Thank you,Chuuya.I promise,when we get there I’ll vouch for you two.” “I appreciate it,but I’d like you to  do me a different favor.” “Of course,anything,within reason.” “Fantastic.Can you let Dazai go back downstairs to the communication room?My phone’s back home,his is God knows where and Ango wouldn’t recognize your number so he won’t pick up in an emergency.”

Dazai and Adam locked eyes,before both glancing back to Chuuya with furrowed brows and confused faces.

The mafia boss however seemed to remain unphased.

“Put a tracker on him.The hollow under the ear is very good spot,personally.”

While Adam still seemed confused he was quick to give a nod and lean over to do exactly that,much to Dazai’s yelping and chagrin.

The brunette clutched the spot,still feeling the tracker under the skin.He blinked,confused.

So shallow?Well that would be…

He locked eyes with Chuuya,just as the shorter pinched his ear.

Ah…So that’s the play

⋆˚⏾ 。⋆ 𝐢𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐢 — 𝒅𝒂𝒛𝒂𝒊 𝒐𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒖 𝒙 𝒄𝒉𝒖𝒖𝒚𝒂 𝒏𝒂𝒌𝒂𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂 (𝒔𝒌𝒌) ⟢ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 : dazai has always wanted to die but what happens when he takes a bullet meant for chuuya ? ⟢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : suicidal ideation, gunshot wound, blood, angst ⟢ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 656 ⟢ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 not proofread (plus english isn't my first language so please be kind) ; i swore i wanted to write something happy, but skk is meant for angst ˙◠˙

"I want to die."

He always had. From the first time the thought wormed its way into his brain, it had never left. Dazai had always felt the loud call for an early tombstone, a place to stay peacefully without pain nor hurt. The craving had never dimmed : it settled somewhere deep inside him, accompanied him like a faithful dog, always right next to him. Death had never been frightening to him : he saw it as a liberation, a quiet room where nothing could reach him anymore. Not even pain.

"I want to die."

He looked down, the bullet had pierced through his shirt. Crimson droplets had pearled from his skin, to the fabric, to the ground. It didn't hurt. It just felt cold. How disappointing. If he had known being shot felt like this, he would have done it himself way sooner. It certainly would have spared him a lot of trouble. But he wanted to avoid pain so much : the physical suffering being the only thing that could bother him more than the psychological one. The only inconvenience he couldn't romanticise.

"I want to die."

His fingers drifted down to pat the spot. The void he had always felt in his chest, the emptiness he had carried for so long, had now finally taken shape. So poetic. He smirked to himself. He looked at his fingers : so thin, bloodied and … trembling ? His mind had accepted death long ago, but it seemed his body didn't get the memo.

"DAZAI !" 

Ah ... That was going to be awkward. A blur of black and red was running towards him. Chuuya. His eyes were so wide, panic laid bare across his face. He truly was adorable. If he wasn't bleeding to death, Dazai would have loved to mock him.

"W-what the fuck ?!" Chuuya dropped to his knees so hard Dazai thought it might crack the concrete. "That shot was meant for me ! Why the hell did you do that ?!" 

Why ? How dense could Chuuya possibly be ? Wasn't it obvious ? 

"I want to die." 

By the look of shock on Chuuya's face, it seemed like he had actually been able to pronounce the words out loud. It felt so exhausting. Arguing with Chuuya suddenly felt like too much work. Wait … that was new. He had never not wanted to bicker with Chuuya.

"No." Chuuya's voice cracked. "No you're not." 

Strong hands slid behind his shoulders, pulling him upright. Dazai often forgot how strong Chuuya actually is. But as his partner looked at the wound, his breath hitched, and Dazai noticed that his eyes now looked so shimmery : they caught every shard of lights around them. Beautiful. He should remember that for later … oh, right. There wouldn't be a later.

"I-… I want to die."

"I don't want you to."

The words pierced through Dazai more than the bullet had, hurting him more than the shot. Chuuya was crying. He never cried. This really was the end wasn't it ? Dazai had imagined his death countless times. Usually there would have been a beautiful woman involved. But maybe a beautiful slug wasn't such a bad substitute after all. 

"I want to …" 

Live. The realisation came quietly but so fast. So cruel. His hand reached for Chuuya's coat, but his vision was narrowing so much he couldn't see the red-hair's face anymore. He wanted to live. He wanted another argument about absolutely nothing, ending in Chuuya shouting his name across the all city. He wanted to eat cheap crab for dinner. He wanted to pick the lock of Chuuya's apartment to scare him to death just once more. He wanted to clean the mountains of empty bottles from his place. He wanted to kiss his best friend. He wanted to tell him all that. He wanted just another breath. Just one.

"Dazai … ? Oi Dazai ! D-don't ! Don't you fucking dare. Don't make me beg for you to stay… It's not funny anymore… Please. Osamu."