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naimee · 6 years

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Chuuya's reaction to his Dazai flirting with his s/o?

hi. long time no…write? lol hopefully yall like this!

edit: ALSO! i wrote this in first person because it felt right sososo hopes that’s not an issue :)

Dazai is approaching myoffice. I don’t have to turn. I can feelhim. From my door, I can clearly see the narrow corridor at the top tier floorof the Port Mafia base. I’m directly next to it. Whenever someone bends aroundthat corner, I am the first one to spot them.

Chuuya tells me that it wasMori’s idea to place me here. It’s a cautionary matter. I’d be able to read theintentions of guests and intruders from their auric energy layers once off theelevator at the end of the hall.

I have to admit that it’s asmart strategy.

As an empath, separate fromhaving instinctive compassion, I can see anyone’s seven auric bodies radiatingoff their tangible self in peculiar waves. Each of the energies represent adifferent thing: physical sensations, emotions in respect to self, rationalmind, relations to others, and so on. The brighter the lines, the more balancedthe being is.

Dazai’s energy fields areinteresting. Despite their tendency to flicker, most of his colors are gloomy consistingof murky pinks and muddy forest greens. And then, there’s always a hint of deepred that makes me question if he really is lacking the moral conscience thatmakes him so good at his line of work.

When he approaches, my moodplummets. I try to disguise it. I want to prevent it but it’s a hopelessexpectation of myself. No one notices my mood shifts but him and Chuuya. Chuuyabecause he’s my desired and frequent company and companion and Dazai becausehe’s as sharp as a blade. His eye is as dangerous as his intuition.

“_______-san.”

I sigh as the familiar voicecalls out to me. He’s always here when something’s at its least—when I’m leastprepared, when I have the least amount of time for horseplay and his tendencyto beat around the bush, when I’m least tolerant, this time spiritually.

I push my computer chair awayfrom my desk and spin toward the door. Dazai Osamu stands, all length and lank,pressed against my doorframe in a slight slope. His colors are as oppressive asI remember them. I ignore the frog tickling my throat, warning me of the bile desperatelyasking to follow it.

“Yes, Dazai,” I reply andclear my throat.

His eyes quickly flicker downand return to my own in a flash. I raise a brow. “Can I ask you a question?”

My opening to escape. “Actually,I’m really busy right now—”

“It’ll only take a moment,_______-san. Humor me for a while, won’t you?” He pushes off the wall and walksfurther into my office. Shit. I bite my lip and pull my seat under its desk to distancemyself.

Touching the executive isn’ta good idea. A slight brush of the arm could produce painful aches at thebottom of my stomach or a skull-splitting headache.

I watch him line the calendarand framed pictures on my gray walls with a finger. “_______-san, your abilityto see someone’s etheric bodies can be a cruel one sometimes, hmm?” He stops ata photo of Chuuya. “I’d think so. Chuuya tells me you can feel the physical andemotional pain of others if the sensation is strong enough.” He turns to herand grins languidly. It doesn’t reach his eyes. “I wanted to test it for myselfbut now I’m sure he told the truth.”

I swallow hard. It’s obviousthat he’s lying. Chuuya would never willingly give information about myabilities to Dazai. If he had that knowledge, he could use it. For the good ofthe mafia or worse, who knows? His next steps can never be predicted or trusted.

“Do you believe in God,______-san?”

“I don’t.” He turns as Ishake my head. I hesitate to explain further but his with his eyes soexpectant, I can’t refuse. “Just because I can’t deny seeing and understandingthe interpretation of the Seven Rays doesn’t mean I follow the seven attributesof God.”

“Then, your 13 auric layersaren’t rooted in a spiritual path of any kind.”

“Twelve.” I almost spit the word in hisdirection as I grimace. “The thirteenth aura is myth. If someone saysotherwise, that’s how you know they’re a fraud.”

“I see. So, you work with twelve as I suspected.”

I nearly curse under my breath.He caught me in a trap yet again.

Dazai looks at Chuuya’sphotograph one last time before crossing the room in my direction. Within threesteps, he’s next to me eyeing the papers neatly arranged on my desk. I become frigid,my limbs suddenly 20 pounds heavier, eyelids half-closed. I experience a shakinesslike no other—it resembles the effect of a 2.0 magnitude earthquake. A breathof air pushes through Dazai’s nostrils. It’s a snigger.

“Why so stiff? I’m harmless.”He whispers in a melodic tone. I shoot a look his way. His eyes are knowing. “I’mnot able to see auric layers, ______-san but I can still read people very well.Not that it’s difficult in your case. You’re like an open book with no covers.”He chuckles. The gossamer smirk remains on his lips as his tongue slitherswords into existence, “You always get so anxious around me, ________-san. If Ididn’t know any better, I would think it’s because you find me attractive.”

My eyes widen as he smoothly pivotsand leans his backside against my desk. He’s insane. This man is clearly out ofhis mind. Chuuya would have his head for this. I look towards the door,mentally trying to conjure the lustrous layers of Chuuya’s etheric energies.The ones that radiate warmth so penetrating it heats my bones when he’s near.

“U-Um…”

Please come.

Please.

“But fortunately, I know morethan better, right?”

I turn to Dazai to find hiseyes so piercingly intrusive that my shoulders stiffen. He has leaned closer toexamine me. My brows furrow as I notice something—the colors circulating hisframe aren’t as turbid as before. They’re less murky. The fear that surgesthrough my body makes me physically withdraw. That’s not possible to do soquickly. I look at his eyes, the playful glint in them exposed. So voluntarily.

“Right…_______-san?”

Before I can protest, hishand reaches toward me and the tips of his fingers brush the shoulder of myblazer. His auras diminish into nothing. I feel my throat close up and—

“What the fuck are you doingin here?”

I abruptly turn to findChuuya standing in the center of my doorway, his expression twisted in displeasureas he glares at his partner. He looks down at me and his countenance softens.He flicks his head gently and I scurry out of my seat toward him.

“Ah. Chuuya. Back from the wineryso fast? It’s a pity you haven’t gotten alcohol poisoning as yet.” Dazai sayswith a smile. He looks at me and I almost recoil. “You know, you can die fromchoking on your own vomit while inebriated.” He nods at Chuuya and whispers, “Myfingers are crossed.”

My orange-haired boyfriendsucks his teeth and steps closer to Dazai. “Get out.”

Dazai tilts his head. “Wellpartner, don’t you want to know why I was in here? Me and _______-san were justhaving a little chat—”

“Leave her office or I raisehell.” Dazai’s smiles slowly dilutes as they exchange vehement glares. “Come inhere again and I’ll grant that death wish of yours. A human size boulder to thehead. It’ll be quick and painless.”

“Ah Chuuya,” Dazai gets upand rounds him, headed towards the exit. I shift out of his way and cast myeyes towards the ground. As he passes, he edges his face closer to my cheek. Hiswords sound venomous as he finishes coldly, “You’re really no fun sometimes.”

Chuuya starts after Dazai butI press my palm to his chest. We watch as he glides down the hall like a spiritI’ve seen in my sleep. “I’m fine.” Chuuya’s chest rises and falls in heavy breaths.I gently massage the center of the cavity and look at him. “He didn’t hurt me.”

Chuuya snarls his lip.

“Damn dickhead.”

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