It's Always Been You ~||~ Soukoku

~•Drunk•~

"Actually yes!" He replied.

"Oh..May I ask with whom..?" Atsushi seemed sad.

"With that annoying slug named Chuuya..." Dazai's eyes had that look in them again. The look that practically screamed "I love Chuuya."

"I think it was one of the few times we were getting along.." The brunette chuckled. "It was cold and we had no choice but to share the blanket." He reminisced.

"I remember getting punched because I threatened to throw his hat into the fire.." Dazai pouted with his eyes closed and his brows furrowed. (A/N his face looks like this
"– 3–")

He also remembered the time when Chuuya tried to punch him again, but he had caught the shorter boy's arm and had pulled him in close, hugging him tightly. Dazai kept that thought to himself, smiling slightly.

He would never admit it, but he missed his hatrack terribly.

"I see..." Atsushi sighed.

"Dazai-san...have you moved on?"

"Moved on from what?"

"From your...friendship...with Nakahara Chuuya?" Atsushi questioned, knowing that the Soukoku bond was a lot more than friendship.

"I don't know honestly."

"Well......do you love him?" The white haired boy asked, scared of the answer he was about to get.

"....That's a question I have asked myself countless times, it's as if it's impossible to get an answer," the brunette chuckled sadly.

He had a sour look on his face, Atsushi had triggered some memories when he asked him those questions. Memories he was trying so hard to forget. "I need a drink."

"Eh?-" the weretiger looked up, confused as he saw Dazai stand up.

"Atsushi-kun, wanna tag along?"

"Dazai-san I'm underage.."

"Ah right, well ok bye then, I'll be back....if I'm not drunk," he said and walked away into the night, leaving Atsushi alone by the fire.

With Chuuya.

"Damn it. That brat Akutagawa is nowhere to be seen." The boy panted as his eyes scanned the street.

"Tch. I need a fucking glass of wine."

He looked around and his eyes landed on a certain bar.

"Literally any bar would work right now. I just want alcohol."

As Chuuya approached the bar, he noticed a bunch of people crowded around a table inside.

"Drama? Sure."

The ginger opened the bar door, only to be met with an interesting albeit confusing sight.

"The fuck..?"

In front of him stood no other than Dazai Osamu.

The brunette looked completely wasted, he was lecturing people about how suicide is a beautiful thing and was teaching them about all the different ways to tie a rope around their neck. At a certain point, Dazai started dramatically fake crying. The ginger cringed at the sight and facepalmed softly.

"Oi Dazai." Chuuya softly called out before inhaling.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!?" He yelled loudly, gaining Dazai's and everyone else in the bar's attention.

Everyone shifted around so that Chuuya could get to where the Suicidal Maniac was. They wouldn't want to mess with him right now.

"Get the fuck down. N o w." He demanded.

Dazai gasped slightly as if he just recognized the person in front of him.

"Chuuuuuuuuyaaaaaaaaaaaa~ did youy comeh to pickk meeeh upph?~" ("Chuuya~ did you come to pick me up?~") the brunette slurred.

"Dazai get off the table right now."

"Okkkk!~"

Dazai, being completely drunk, decided to jump off the table and fell right on top of Chuuya.

The ginger was a lot shorter and smaller than the brunette, so he obviously lost his balance when Dazai launched himself on him.

"Uh...sir is everything ok there?" The bartender asked.

"Umm.."

"No."

"Yeah everything's fine. I'll pay for his drinks." Chuuya replied while trying to get the dumbass off of him.

~

"Dazai you ass! Why the hell are you getting so wasted even though I told you to stop!?" The slug complained as he wrapped his arm around the brunette's slender waist, supporting him so that he's able to stand up.

Dazai put his arm over Chuuya's shoulder, "youw're onee too twalk ChuuChuuuu..~ youw'd allllllllwaysssz get druhnk when wweee went to bwarsss~~" ("You're one to talk ChuuChuu..~ you'd always get drunk when we went to bars~~")

Outside.

Chuuya frowned, he's even more annoying when he's drunk,,, I regret life. What the fuck am I supposed to do with him?? Do I leave him here?? I could...but then he'd cause a ruckus and bother the whole damn neighbourhood. Plus I wouldn't be able to sleep in peace knowing that a drunk Dazai is wandering the streets. And it's not safe to leave this idiot alone when he's in this state.

The ginger groaned, knowing what the only option is.

"Chuuh zthat szounded like a moan~~," Dazai childishly giggled.

Whack