Soukoku One - Shots

rectangular box

Soulmate Au
Requested by justxsheryl

He looked down at the scarred wrist. The small box bleed though the wrist, scarring him much further than any trickle of blood. He traced it over with a rough thumb, sighing as he thought of his partner.

"This can't be happening." He picked up the slightly discolored bandages, wrapping his wrists, after wiping it down, foolishly hoping that that blob of back would disappear, that he would have to hide away anytime his partner asked about him, about soul mates, about his wrists, and his tendencies.

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He looked down at the short ginger. They had met earlier in the day, Dazai was on a mission looking for the king of sheep. And he certainly found what he was looking for. A ginger brat who kept his hands in his pockets and his hoodie up, a strong ability user, and a kid with power, both in his ability but in his social construct.

They had argued all day, barely getting along enough though the next week to take care of the Port Mafia's problems. Finally seeing the ginger fight with just a hint of his true potential. It was an amazing thrill that led him out of his wish for only death, but a wish for a thrill. He found that despite the remarks and teases that both sent each others way, he really enjoyed the shorter males company.

That was, until they ended up sparring. Chuuya had thrown off his hoodie, while Dazai carefully sat down his over coat, and they began. He watched as the ginger would punch haphazardly, swing mainly out of anger that he held after Dazai said something about his height. He quickly evaded him, taunting. He caught a glimpse of the others wrist and paused. The ginger punched him in the side, not hard enough it seems, as he wasent all to effected. With the next punch he grabbed his wrist and examined that dark spot.

He seemed to freeze as his brain processed what he saw. His other hand bringing itself up to trace the almost tattoo looking figure. A small box, rectangular, and black. The brunette almost felt a pain in his own wrist as he realized what this ment.

Chuuya began to squirm under his grip, wrist hurting at the action. He was sure that this would leave a bruise. "Let go of me!"  He said trying to punch at him, only greeted by air.

Dazai dropped his arm and walked away, over coat in hand. He didn't see Chuuya for a couple days after that, and he ignored him for longer, until Mori assigned them to a mission.

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He looked back at the door behind him. His partner was on the other side, sound asleep. He wondered how he would tell him, how he could accept this as some twisted fate. Dazai's face twisted win the mirror, a confused and agitated expression, that nulled away soon.

He opened the door and looked around the room, carefully shutting off the light of the bathroom. He looked at the two twin beds, with a small table between them. He glazed out the window, seeing the moon light up the world barely enough to see, a calm time with a soft glowing light.

He turned to the sleeping boy. Noticing how the moon illuminated his pale skin, how his hair seemed so strikingly beautiful against it. He walked over, the maker wrist exposed, resting beside his messy head.

He pondered the thought to touch it, almost reaching out a shaky hand to trace the shape that bonded them together, unknowing to the shorter male. He instead, brushed at the others hair. Soft. The silky stands ran though his fingers. Slowly, something akin to a soft smile formed itself on his lips. And time seems to pause around him, a certain feeling clouded the world around him, bringing warmth and happiness.