Arachnophobia

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A/N: I'm numb now and im just lookin at manga Dazai. Bro is too fine- Yes i have a love-hate relationship with Dazai. I apologize in advance "I, The jet black wings, Will stop you!"

-Chuuya-

Walking towards the door to his building he walked past one of Dazai's direct subordinates. His assistant was running towards the port mafia building. Chuuya started laughing out of his mind and called Dazai before even thinking about it. He opened the door to the building and took his sweet time walking before deciding to lean on the wall and light a cigarette. Dazai picked up the call and Chuuya took in the morning air calmly as the nicotine entered his system.

"Hello Chuuya-kun!" Dazai said with malicious tones in between each word.

Chuuya grinned at the sky "Hello Dazai-san, you'll never guess who I just saw walking home"

Dazai made a gutteral noise "Who did you see Chuuya?"

"You'd know wouldn't you? I saw Akutagawa running to the port mafia building!" Chuuya was savoring his victory against Dazai. "Could you not reach the keys?"

"Chuuya! So rude, you know my fingers aren't long enough to reach them!"

Chuuya laughed at him "Must be difficult having short hands isn't it Dazai?" The irony was not lost on him and he hung up then and there.

He walks to his mailbox and digs through his mail for the information on their mission. 23, male, black hair, runs his money through a nightclub. Alias: Dark Rabbit. what kind of name is that? Dark rabbit? Some eccentric nightclub owner wanted to be famous it seems. Doesn't matter since he's going to die soon. He clicked his door closed. Once Dazai returns from the port mafia building they can just walk in and take him out. It's lucky that they have a simple case, it's been much too long since he could just walk in and put a gun to somebodies head.

-Dazai-

"The sidewalk is too long!" Dazai pouts in his usual verve. He continues yelling complaints to a nonexistent entourage. He starts ringing Chuuya's doorbell incessently "Chuuya! Let me in!". Noisily waking up the building.

"Back for more Dazai?" he hears from the speaker.

"Chibi-sama we have a mission!" He continues in his squirrely voice "and if I recall you were the one flirting with me"

"aww kiss my ass Dazai" The gate unlocks and Dazai takes up a brisk pace towards the apartment. First he flirts to get his way and then acts like that. Infuriated, Dazai ran to Chuuya's apartment. His knock was harsher than he expected.

"What a drama queen" he heard distantly. Footsteps became louder and Chuuya opened the door. "Come in" the minute Dazai passed the doorframe Chuuya slammed the door. "The guy we're hunting is just a tacky nightclub guy. We should just put a gun to his head." Dazai take his time to plan performatively.

"So! We'll walk in there, and shoot him!" He said with the finality of a genius plan he'd concocted.

"Great see you at 6 mackerel!" He starts eating from a takeout container and Dazai sits across from him. "Or ill see you now, that's fine too"

Dazai stared at Chuuya with this... vacant look on his face. Dazai drops his head and arms on the table outstretched like a child. "Im boreeeeed"

"Then leave"

"No I wanna stay"

"Then how about you stop acting like a child"

"How about you stop doubting my commitment to the bit!"

Chuuya put his finger on the end of Dazai's stiff arm and pushes it away from his food.

"Hey! I was about to steal that!"

Refusing to answer, Chuuya brought his container to the counter and started pouring soy sauce on it. After the food was soy sauce stew he sat down and continued eating the food. 

"Chuuya what the fuck"

Spitting out his food Chuuya started laughing like a maniac. "What? You don't like soy sauce Dazai?" Chuuya finished eating the actual food in the box and started sipping the sauce to see how Dazai reacted.

Dazai got up and started walking into the wall.

Chuuya inhaled the rest of the sauce and threw away the box. "So Dazai, why are you here?"

A heavy sigh escaped Dazai's lips "Do you think I know?" He paced around staring at little trinkets around. He felt so anxious and abandoned. What did he want? Words formulated but never gave Dazai the acceptance which came with the agknowledgement of what led his desire... desire? A fleeting feeling that came only so often. The times that he wanted something was never longing, it was a thin hunger. I want to finish that game, I want a drink. Never something strong as desire.

A tight feeling held his chest together as if his lungs and heart were being pulled together. He tried to control his breathing, In, out, In, out. One look at Chuuya and he found where the strings came from. If he turned from him he would be yanked and pulled at until he came forward towards him. He needed Chuuya. Any moments spent apart are the painful emptiness that prolongued his hardship. He sat back down at the table. The thought of turning away now seemed impossible, the tug of those strings at his chest seemed to handicap him in Chuuya's presence. He hated pain, and it seems that desire was one in the same. Desire is a pain unlike another.

A pain which may never be satisfied, or abated.