Chuuya just stomped off, out of the office. Talk about annoying. Obnoxious. Just like the Dazai now. Except a little like the Dazai he knew in the mafia. God, this had to be some type of nightmare. It just had to. There's no way it was real.
Reality hopping isn't a thing. Sure, he'd heard of shifting. But that's completely different. If Dazai simply shifted to this reality, he would've been there from a start. A simple reality where two Dazai's exist. He wouldn't just pop up out of literal nowhere.
God he hated that man.
The red head truly had no other choice. He was eight hundred percent sure he wasn't going to be able to put up with the brunette being his boss for such a long time. The only person who would dare mess with Dazai when he's a mafia boss is... Dazai himself.
He took a deep breath. "...." I hate it here.
The red head just adjusted his hat as he began to walk towards one of the elevators in the building. Jeez... when was the last time he legitimately went to talk with Dazai like a normal human and ask for a favor? Yuck. Ask for a favor... he knew the brunette would want something in return. God, he hated owing that prick anything..
But the last time they spoke as none rivals may or may not have been a month or two ago. A lot sooner than he actually thought.
Chuuya didn't go the agency. He didn't need the weaklings there to watch him ask his rival for help. Besides... knowing Dazai he probably wasn't even there. No, he was headed for his house. At least— that was the plan.
"Haha whoops my foot slipped." Chuuya got kicked in the knees. O w — he hissed and looked up at the brown haired dick who kicked him. "This is such a coincidence! Something really annoys happened and I was looking for the perfect thing to take out my anger o-"
Chuuya interrupted him, grabbing on the taller male's hair. "OWwowowo! Chuuyaaaaa that hurts stop it!" And dragged him to an alley way where he let him go. "What a jerk... it's a surprise you can fit so much anger in you when you're so short-"
"Shut the fuck up and listen to me." The red head hissed, poking the taller man's chest. More like jabbing it with his finger. Ow.. the brunette tilted his head
"Haaa? The hat rack wants me to listen to him after he pulls my hair?"
"You kicked me in the shin two seconds before that, so we're even. Now shut up—"
Chuuya began to explain everything to the other. Including how the boss literally just let this other Dazai take over as Boss for the time he'd be existing in this world. Which sort of surprised Dazai a teensy bit... but whatever. "Well, that's just no good!" It ticked Chuuya off how Dazai just acted like it was a thing to home about. He took the other's hand and began to walk back to the direction of the Mafia building. "If there are two of me that mean's I can't have my beloved Chuuya all to myself!"
"I'm not your beloved!" He huffed.
"That's not what you said a month ago—"
"Shut up. I was drunk!"
"Mhm, but you know what they say~! When you're drunk, your true thoughts come out!" (I would like to specify that Dazai was also drunk. Dazai did not take advantage of a drunk Chuuya.)
"When has that been proven? I could say I'm taller than you while drunk but that doesn't mean it's true—"
"Man, stop talking. Your voice is so annoyingggg." Dazai waved his hand in the other's face, a tired and bored expression on his face.
"You little.."
"I'm not the one who's little."
Chuuya practically hissed at the other's comment. Haha... funny.
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