Baby chibi is a pain

Chapter 15

"Uhh.... It's– well... to look...cool"
"I want to look cool too!"
"No"
"Whyyy?"
"Chibi is cool as he is. He doesn't need bandages"
"But—"
"No buts. We're home. Now go play or do something. I'm going to change and then I'll get you something to eat"

 Dazai left Chuuya in the living room with some drawing materials and toys. He quickly locked the door and went in his room to patch up the wound on his leg and change his clothes. Entering the room, he sighed in relief that he was able to hide that he was injured from Chuuya. The boy would have freaked out. 

He took off his pants and unwrapped his bandages that were stuck together because of the clotted blood. He quickly washed the wounded area with warm water and grabbed his first aid kit. Then he made his way to the futon. Sitting on it, he disinfected the wound and applied some ointment on it

The door slid open slightly and Chuuya poked his head in, looking obviously disturbed from something

"Papa, can I stay in the room with you? It's—"
"Gah- Chuuya! At least knock before you enter"

 Chuuya's eyes widened in horror when his eyes fell on Dazai's wound. Slamming the door open, he ran upto Dazai, visibly concerned "You're hurt! How did this happen?"

"It's because of you"

"Because of me?"

"Wha—?" Dazai stared at Chuuya in surprise. He hadn't even said anything, why did Chuuya ask if it was because of him "No! I fell down idiot"

The little child glared at him, not believing his words at all

"You're lying. It's because of me right?!"
"No! And get out of the room! I need to bandage my leg!"

Chuuya latched himself to Dazai's leg as the older man reached to grab him to get him out of the room. He didn't want Chuuya to see the wounds on him, but the little ginger refused to let go of him. 

"OUCH— Chuuya-let-me-go! It-hurts!"
"No! I will not go out! You're hurt!"
"You latching on like that isn't really helping!"
"But you're hurt! I will help you! I'm not going!"

"What a pathetic way to make yourself feel better"

"I'm not making excuses! Shut up!"
"What are you talking about?!"
"I'm not making excuses! I'LL HELP YOU!!"

In the end, Chuuya won. Now he sat on the futon with a bandage roll in his small hands, gently wrapping it around Dazai's leg. When he was done, Dazai patted his head lightly and went in the bathroom to change his clothes.

"Chuuya, want to eat something?"
"Okay"
"Alright, I need you to wait in the living room this time, got it?" 
"Yes"

The brunette went in the kitchen and Chuuya sat on the couch, doodling on a random piece of paper, when he felt a sharp pain in his head. He toppled to the floor, tightly grasping his head to soothe the pain

"Kill him"
"Huh? Who're you?"
"Arahabaki. I'm a god. You're simply my vessel, Nakahara Chuuya. I govern your mind"
"Awawaki san, what do you mean?"
"That you will kill him"
"I won't"
"You will" 
"I won't"  

"Oye Chuuya! Who're you talking to?" 
"Awawaki!"
"Who's that?" Dazai asked from the kitchen, wondering if Chuuya made up some kind of imaginary friend
"Awawaki!"

"What the hell?" Dazai muttered under his breath. He quickly plated the apples and oranges and went outto the living room to give them to Chuuya "Chibi! Here you go! Apples!" He looked at Chuuya and felt his heart stop 

Chuuya was crouched on the floor, holding his head tightly, his eyes wide in pain while he muttered something, the air around him glowing red

"...grantors of dark disgrace....."