Arachnophobia

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Part 2, Chuuya and Dazai are fighting. Dazai had walked away from Chuuya... Into an alley

"So I'm cute and a girl now? I thought I was a dog not a bunny" Chuuya took advantage and started walking Dazai further into the dead end. "I thought you we're above such childish and crude insults Dazai" Chuuya loved Kouyou, therefore had many lectures on his own bad behavior to let Dazai go scott free this time. "What are you? 6? Do I kick like a girl Dazai?" Chuuya made the first move and kicked Dazai in the stomach. Triggering his own ability and speeding up the encounter.

"Are you going easy on me Chuu-chan? I imagine you'd hit me with all anger you've been holding" Dazai throws chuuya to the floor as he lunged at him. "You know your ability is a nuisance Chuu-chan, how about you show me if you could actually handle me?" As Chuuya gets up the height difference between the two catches his eye. It infuriates him. "You're so cocky for somebody who just admitted how adorable I am" Chuuya used such a malice infused voice for the last words Dazai ended up punching him. "I forgot you have no muscle Dazai, what was that?"

"Oh I'm predisposed to hate paperwork" Chuuya twitches at the use of his own comment and attempts to sweep kick Dazai. Dazai stumbles back into the wall. "Ow! Chuu-chan you know I don't like pain" Dazai rubs his head and slaps Chuuya. Chuuya falls back but activates his ability when out of Dazai's range.

"Ugh tall people, can you really act like that with a straight face?" Chuuya deactivates his ability as Dazai is looking up, effectively pinning him to the floor. "I win." Chuuya grins and backs up.

"Ugh Chuu-chan you're so mean! Insulting my deameanor too" Dazai gets up and regains his breath, running his mouth "After such a touching compliment too" Gesturing to his heart he looks offended. "I guess after all you couldn't beat me without an ability Chuuya-kun" He turns his back but locks eyes with Chuuya "Shame, I guess you need that god in you King-of-Sheep" The teenage Dazai had a habit of bringing up his success in manipulating Chuuya into the port mafia often when he lost.

-Chuuya-

Chuuya was annoyed that he couldn't get the last word but he took his success in stride. A smile crept onto his face, and then dissipated. Cute? Dazai liked his eyes? It's possible he's being objective; Calling him soft maybe? It's wierd anyways wouldn't a boss be more discrete. A boss would, this is Dazai. Need I say more? The most important question here is whether Chuuya thought Dazai was attractive. Did he?

"Gah!" Chuuya yelled to the alley. He realized he was still in the corner having his little moment. He activated his ability and kicked off the floor. At the top of the building he started running around the buildings. He jumped to his apartment's balcony and closed the door. He looked at the broken security alarm. "...The fine was worth it you loud f-----". Chuuya slowly closed the wooden door. The port mafia's apartments we're very nice, Chuuya had the issue of breaking most of the things in his general vicinity. He walked on the ceiling and fell on a blue couch. "Ugh what do I think of Dazai? I f------ hope I don't find Dazai attractive?" Wouldn't that be a flaw in his plans.

-Dazai-

A red blur sped across the highway and Dazai clocked him. He outstretched his hand, pretending to deactivate his ability and watch him crash into a building like a helicopter. Except in his head he splatted against the hard brick at his high speed instead of exploding. His hat would float into his hand and he could remember his awful, selfish action forever. "I hate him" nursing his bruise Dazai sulked back into the fence of the bridge. "Oh bridge, how you've heard my sorrows" He carresses the metal with an affectionate tone. "Chuuya is so mean to me! Why do they get to be so magnetic?" Ah yes, Magenetic. With all but the nightlife awake the bridge is deserted. Their little sunset quarrel let the moon arise overhead.

Dazai turned to look on the water. He stopped breathing in through his mouth and his chest hurt. He always had to catch himself doing this when he was hurt. Rejected without even confessing. "Ow..." He started walking to go do something. He couldn't go back home, not now, but maybe he could eat out. Wandering aimlessly in the bright lights of the usually busy street. Running down into a bar he slaps money on the table and yells "A whiskey shot of your finest beer please!" the people next to him laugh "I'm kidding anything under 20% alchohol capacity im going to scream, get me some bourbon" more laughing. Such a comedian it seems, people love him. He talks to the person next to him "Since I have no intention of going home tonight i'm going to pass out here in this chair!" The bar cheers him on. Yaaaaaay.