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It was the first time that Dazai Osamu, the 17 years old port mafia executive, got severely injured during one of his many missions. On top of that, his partner didn't even notice it until he visibly collapsed right in front of him.
Said mission was quiet a tough one. Dazai's method didn't go as well as he'd hoped.
A bullet pierced through his stomach. 3mm.
The Mafioso never got shot before. His predictions and way of planning missions had always been so precise that he always managed to get out of a battle with (maybe) a few scratches here and there. On rare occasions he'd break an arm or a leg and sometimes he'd accidentally hurt himself out of his own stupidity. It has never been intentionally. The main reason being that the executive despises pain.
After being shot, there was a moment of complete silence in his brain, a moment where he let out a small gasp of pain. The brunette was able to hear his heart beating rapidly in his chest, feel the blood spilling out of his body, most likely staining his white shirt and vest. The moment seemed to last forever, until a certain "petite mafia" spared a glance at him and asked about his condition, to which he replied with a simple "I'm fine".
Yes, Dazai was an insanely clever human being (or demon prodigy) but he could also be insanely stupid. He wouldn't allow him to know about the wound that was slowly - but surely - killing him.
Said petite mafia, whose actual name is Nakahara Chuuya, took the lead after the mission was (successfully) completed. They were deep inside a forest and may or may not forgot how to get out of there, so the ginger tried his best to find a way out while Dazai followed close behind. Complaints were thrown all around the place. The (wounded) executive should speed up a bit or they'd never manage to get out of that "shithole" before the sun rises.
"But Chuu~ya! I'm so tired!"
He was a bit surprised by his own voice. It didn't sound weak or exhausted nor did it hint towards his pain. Lucky him. That man really was a master at hiding his feelings, but everyone knew that already. Although he couldn't stop himself from wrapping an arm around his wound. He'd have to slow the bleeding down somehow, after all. And he hoped it would help against the horrible, horrible pain.
His sorry excuse?
"I'm so hungry and wanna go home now! My crabs are waiting for me, hatrack!"
"Then hurry up, you idiot! At least I'm trying to get us out of here!"
The walk went on and on.
The search for a way out went on and on.
The pain got worse and worse.
Dazai realized that he wasn't going to last much longer. Not like that.
All of a sudden he stopped walking, crouching a bit as a wave of pain shot through him like he had been electrocuted. His breathing got a lot heavier and colourful dots flashed in front of his eyes. The world was spinning.
He felt dizzy. Lightheaded.
At that point, even Chuuya noticed that something was wrong with his suicidal partner. He turned around to face him, eyebrows raised in confusion.
"Oi, Dazai. What the hell are you doing? Stop being so dramatic about this!"
At first, the older one thought that he was playing a prank on him, until Dazai swayed...
...and fell to the side. Chuuya dived forward and Dazai landed neatly in his arms, clutching his abdomen, squeezing his eyes shut whilst trying not to groan in pure agony and pain. The other one stayed completely silent for a few moments in a shocked state, watching with wide eyes.
And then it clicked.
That bastard actually got himself injured.
"W-what is it!? What happened!?"
He pried the executive's arm away, instantly seeing said arm drenched in blood as well as his vest and shirt. Chuuya forgot how to breathe for a moment. He did not expect Dazai to get seriously hurt. Ever. Not the Dazai Osamu.
"Shit. Oh shit - you asshole, why didn't you tell me!?"
Frankly, he was starting to panic. But who could blame him? After all, his partner was basically dying in his arms. Which, again, was something Chuuya never expected to happen.
The redhead came to the realization that actions speak louder than words, and going by that motto, he took off his jacket and used it to press down on the wound, hoping to stop the bleeding. It made Dazai cry out and reach for his partner's hand, clawing at it.
"C-chuuya-!"
"Bastard! I need to stop the bleeding, get a hold of yourself!"
The pain got a hundred times worse and Dazai knew that he was going to pass out from the blood loss soon. He just knew it. It was getting too much.
"I...I can't..."
"C'mon now, this isn't--"
"P-phone...Mori...."
And with these words, everything went black. Dazai went completely limp in his partner's arms, the arm that was holding onto Chuuya's hand falling to the side, hitting the ground. The brunette positively looked dead. Chuuya put a hand on his cheek and slapped him gently, calling out his name again and again.
"Hey! Dazai! Stay...stay with me you asshole!"
The slow rise and fall of his chest was the one and only assurance of his partner still being alive that Chuuya had. He pulled him a bit closer, letting his head rest on his chest, his arm that wasn't busy wrapped around his back. Somehow, he managed to remember Dazai's words. The ginger left the wound alone for a moment to find the phone in the other man's pocket.
The call lasted for a minute before the Boss confirmed that medical assistance was on the way. He'd just have to wait for a bit. Hopefully not too long.
"They'll be here soon....just...fuck Dazai, you can't die...you just can't!"
Dazai woke up due to the sunlight shining directly onto his face, giving him a warm and tingly feeling. His brown orbs slowly opened and instantly closed again as the sunlight blinded him. A groan made it's way pass his lips and he rubbed his eyes, feeling sore all over. Blinking a few times, he took in his surroundings.
The dark, gloomy forest was gone and he was greeted by magnolia coloured walls and the strong smell of antiseptic. The bed he was in certainly wasn't his own and the beeping sound of a heart monitor next to him only confirmed his suspicion.
He was indeed in a hospital.
And still alive.
Dazai tried to move his arms, only to realize that one of them had a rather heavy weight on it. He turned his head to the side, seeing a smaller head with orange locks lying on his arm and holding onto his hand, surprisingly without the pitch black gloves that always hid his partner's own hands.
The executive couldn't deny that his heart fluttered at the sight, a warm feeling filling his chest. Similar to the feeling caused by the sun he had moments prior, but it wasn't nearly as pleasant, even as lovely as his current feeling.
Although he would never admit that.
There was Chuuya Nakahara, sitting on a chair at his bedside, sound asleep. A rare sight, seeing the usual feisty redhead so ridiculously peacful and even adorable.
"...Chuuya," he mumbled, his throat feeling incredibly dry, voice hoarse with sleep. He reached out to touch those beautiful, soft locks of his partner with his other hand, attempting to wake him up. The smaller one stirred in his sleep, nose twitching and suddenly Dazai's eyes were met with those ocean blue orbs of his partner in crime.
Chuuya was just staring at first, like a ghost was lying on that very bed he partly slept on (and Dazai actually slept in for quiet some time), before a cheeky grin creeped onto his lips.
"Asshole," he simply stated, letting go of Dazai's hand and lifting his head to rub his eyes. A yawn followed.
"Do you have any idea how much trouble you've caused not only me, but everyone? We almost lost you twice you fucking prick."
The executive chuckled, which turned into rough coughing rather quick. Chuuya was instantly on his feet to assist his friend.
"I-I'm fine, Chuuya. I'm fine," Dazai reassured him, giving him a tired and even genuine smile as soon as he calmed down again. The other one decided to trust him for now (receiving a genuine smile from that bastard usually said more than a thousand words ever could), but still, despite a few whiny protests, went to get him a glass of water.
"How many days have passed?"
"Five. You kept going in and out of the operating room. They had to reanimate you twice."
A nod was given at Chuuya's explanation. Dazai almost couldn't believe it himself.
A few moments of silence passed. The suicidal got the great idea to try and sit up properly, which he instantly regretted. His pupils went wide and a gasp of pain left his lips, his stomach feeling like it was on fire in less than a few seconds. Again, his partner was instantly by his side, not only to scold him, but also to help him lie down again.
Chuuya remembered how the doctor said that his partner's body was extremely sensitive and any wrong movement could cause the wound to open up again. He wanted to prevent that from happening. He wouldn't be able to see Dazai in that state from five days ago again.
Completely limp, pale, lifeless.
"Watch out a bit, will you!? You shouldn't over-do it. Just...stay still," he advised and leaned over to change Dazai's pillow a bit, making it a lot more comfortable for him. He was so close to Dazai that he was even able to feel his breath on his neck.
"...Chuuya..."
His name came out in a quiet whisper and he almost didn't catch it. With his hands leaning against the iron headrest of the hospital bed he looked down at the other one, blinking in confusion.
They were so close now.
"Can you...kiss me?"
In a normal situation under normal circumstances, the older one probably would have slapped Dazai or punched him upon hearing such a request. He'd brush it off as another attempt to tease him and make him flustered, especially because Dazai doesn't ask for kisses.
A blush formed on his cheeks and he was speechless for just a few seconds. Maybe that bastard was high on painkillers?
"I'd do it myself, but I'll have to lift myself up for that and you just told me to stay still."
"Just shut up, will you? You should rest."
"But I'm in desperate need of Chuuya's love~!"
"I'd say you're seriously high on painkillers."
"Am not. You witnessed me get seriously injured and seemingly watched over me the whole time so I'm assuming you-"
His words were cut off when the redhead placed his lips on his own, making those chocolate brown eyes widden in surprise before he closed them to get lost in the moment. His partner's lips were unnaturally soft and seemed perfect against his own, slightly chapped ones. Like a lock found it's key.
The first one ended and a second one instantly followed. Then a third, fourth...until Dazai's heartbeat audibly picked up. At that moment Chuuya pulled away with a chuckle, and for once in a lifetime he saw that usually calm and collected bastard blush -- because his own body was giving everything away.
"Ha~? Are you actually embarrassed, Da~zai?"
"N-no, I'm just having a fever. Ah, I think this is where I die."
"You are such a drama queen," Chuuya exclaimed with a chuckle, placing one last kiss on his lover's forehead.
"You are such a meanie," Dazai retorted, grinning in amusement as Chuuya rolled his eyes and went to sit down on the chair again.
Sooner or later other people came to visit the executive, including the boss of the port mafia himself as well as Kouyou. The brunette wasn't all too pleased since they interrupted the few, lovely moments he had spent with his hatrack. Although those moments weren't as intimate as he wanted them to be (there were an uncountable amount of curses thrown at him in many different languages when he asked Chuuya to french kiss him) he still enjoyed them, to say the least. Having Mori and Kouyou in the room only meant that he was forced to go through the trouble of answering questions about the mission and how he managed to get shot. Which, for your information, wasn't a miscaclculation in Dazai's predictions but merely a stupid mistake he had made.
Or, to quote him, his hand slipped.
Chuuya, on the other hand, facepalmed and shook his head. He thought that his partner just didn't want to admit the fact that he was a human as well (sometimes) and actually made a mistake. Kouyou was greatly amused by the redhead's reaction. Their boss didn't really seem to care.
The visit (or rather interrogation) lasted for about an hour. But just a few minuites after they left, there was another knock on the door. The annoyed expression on Dazai's face was priceless. Chuuya tried hard not to burst out in laughter.
Fortunately, the ones who opened the door were two visitors that the brunette was more than happy to see.
"Oooh~! Odasaku and Ango! What a surprise, you also took your chance to see me in such a miserable state."
Chuuya tried really hard not to slap the ungrateful man (they decided to use their precious time to come there and visit him, after all), but seeing that the other two could only chuckle in response he decided to surpass the urge (beside the fact that he didn't want to hurt Dazai even more).
Oda Sakunosuke (how was such a low rank even allowed to visit an executive, Chuuya had asked himself) placed a small box with white chocolate on the bedside table before standing right next to the other redhead, Ango took a seat at the bed's other side.
"How are you feeling?"
"Horrible, Odasaku. I feel like someone is squeezing my guts. So annyoing."
With a small sigh, the executive's partner decided to use the moment to get himself some food. When he was about to leave he was forced to promise to come back to the brunette as soon as he was done. It did annoy him, but it was also nice to know that Dazai wanted him there, maybe even needed him. Although it was a simple thing exchanged through some bickering and teasing ("the demon can't survive without his partner, how sad") it held a lot more meaning for them.
The infamous double black duo had such moments quiet often. It was nothing new.
When Odasaku and Ango left (and Chuuya returned) Dazai was satisfied, despite the fact that he wasn't allowed to eat the chocolate that Odasaku brought him. That fact made him a bit grumpy and pouty, but it also gave him another opportunity to steal a kiss from his partner. He stated that if he can't taste the sweet, sweet flavour of his chocolate, then he at the very least wants to taste Chuuya's sweet lips.
Again, Chuuya would have loved to punch him for that comment out of pure embarrassment.
"I didn't think a near death experience could make you even more annoying."
"Eh, I thought Chuuya loves me?"
"Tch. I hate you."
Of course I love you.
Another kiss between them was shared as soon as the words left his mouth. Dazai's nose was filled with the smell of the exoctic aroma of the rehead's shampoo, feel their lips move against each other in perfect sync. It made him long for more, so much more. He always wanted more of his partner. And his partner always wanted more of him.
Bandaged hands came up entagle themselves in orange locks, pulling lightly to make Chuuya release a small, pleased sigh. His tongue ran along Dazai's bottom lip and he was more than happy to let the other explore his wet cavern with his tongue, completely ignoring the stupid device that started beeping a bit louder than before.
Unfortunately they soon had to pull away to retrieve oxygin, still staying close enough to breathe each other's air.
"Happy? You got your stupid french kiss."
"Well, I'd rather go a bit further-"
"Needy bastard."
"But I long to see Chuuya's cute a-"
"SHUT UP!"