Goretober day 2: Sharp objects and "A Fair Trade"
(SKK 17-18 ish)(Hospital/injury setting)
"Chuuya! Stop getting in my way! I can't hit them!" Dazai yelled as Chuuya kept having to twist bullets off his head.
"I'm trying!" He yelled from dropping down from the short ceiling, breaking off bits of the drywall to throw with his ability.
Men and women in gray hoods had been shooting at them for only a few minutes but it was already out of hand. They can't do very much against it right now though, they're shoved in a small building in a rural-city area and surely the noise has already called the attention of neighbors and police. They needed to finish this and get out.
"Go right." Dazai spat as he made a quick turn left.
"I can't–! AH!"
… Chuuya was on his left.
Shit.
Dazai had spun around, pulling up a metal bat that had grabbed off of one of the bodies. As he was just about to face left he bumped into Chuuya and got a face-full of Chuuya's head and metal bat colliding.
Oh Shit.
… A bright blast of blue was the last thing Chuuya saw before his head started pounding.
(Dazai POV)
Oh, we're dead.
I saw Chuuya try to open his eyes for a moment but they appeared to roll back not even a moment later. I saw a small bit of blood on the side of his head.
When I saw the people in front of me again, I could think of one plan. Run.
I ducked down from someone throwing a book at my head, using the time to pull Chuuya closer to me by the arm and throw him over my shoulder. Looking up I saw the door and darted for it as fast as I could.
(3D POV)
The sound of sirens was faint now in the distance. As far as he had managed to run, his legs grew tired. The people stopped chasing them a mile or two back once they heard the police. Chuuya had been out cold for at least thirty minutes now. Long enough for Dazai to start to worry a little more. He saw an abandoned shack that he knew had a secret mafia tunnel underneath it, those were scattered all over the city. He turned towards it and hid in the dark.
It looked like an abandoned pastry shop, the glass show cabinet was empty and shattered all over the mold-infested floors. Dazai was sick just looking at it.
The two of them didn't have to use the tunnels too often, but this was a bit more of an emergency. Not for Dazai anymore, But Chuuya.
Dazai leaned Chuuya against the wall, away from the mood. His head stopped bleeding and his body was limp, it was weird. Dazai had needed to carry him only a few times before, and only for corruption. But this wasn't corruption or trust, this was a metal bat to the head.
He had to get Chuuya out of here quickly, while he could still find a pulse.
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By the time Dazai had gotten the pain-in-the-ass door to the mafia tunnels open and gotten Chuuya back to Mori's doctor office Chuuya showed no signs of waking up soon.
And something about that left a wrench in Dazai's gut.
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(A week later)
The Port Mafia was quiet this late at night. Rare, but still happenes. Someone else had been sent to finish off the work Dazai and Chuuya had started, this time not in such a small rural area. It was so quiet you could almost hear the gears in Dazai's head grind as he sped down the hall as fast as walking would allow.
"Dazai, where are you off to in such a rush?" Kouyou asked as she passed him in the halls.
"Just to finish some work." He mentioned absently, truthfully going to sit beside the now awake Chuuya in the Mafia medical center.
It was a quick walk, two turns and another hall before he approached the slightly open door. The room's light was dim, some drops of light reaching the hall. Dazai stood outside the door, his eyes staring at the yellow-orange light leaving the room. He could hear the quiet sound of a movie playing, it sounded like "The Nightmare Before Christmas".
He breathed a sigh of relief. Chuuya's finally awake, and watching a kids movie. That's the best thing he's heard since a week ago when Mori said Chuuya might actually have a brain injury from the person that hit him in the head.
Of course he didn't mention it was him who did it.
But sitting by Chuuya's bed for a week had gotten boring. He started to mess with the things in his room to pass the time he spent in there. Moving stuff, drawing on his face, and even once trying to dye his IV-fluid bag blue but Mori and a nearby nurse stopped him quickly and kicked him out for the rest of the night. But it wasn't fulfilling, it's not like Chuuya had known what the room looked like in the start, and the nurses would just wash off the marker. The IV bag was the only good idea Dazai had and it got squashed pretty fast.
What wouldn't be fun about watching Chuuya wake up as a Blue-tinted smurf?
Mori really should not have let Dazai come in here everyday and do this junk. Worse-so that Mori gave him time off to "process".
What's there to process about your partner possibly having Brain trauma because you hit him with a metal bat? Dazai could live with that. Maybe if Chuuya lost enough of his brain cells he could actually be his dog?
Dazai worked up the nerve to peek in the room first. The dim light brightened the room, The curtain was open to show the starry night. Chuuya wasn't even watching the movie, he looked to be staring out the window. And for some reason that inclined Dazai to look out too, But then he noticed why Chuuya was looking out the window. He wasn't watching the stars. But rather the direct eye contact they made in the reflection.
Dazai fell quiet even in his head, he didn't walk into the room, he didn't even want to be in the building anymore.
"Coming to just look inside someone's door is rude, Dazai." Chuuya said as he shut his eyes and turned his attention back to the movie. Dazai didn't respond. He checked the halls and slowly walked inside.
"Shut the door." Chuuya ordered from his hospital bed. Dazai grimaced at himself as he did already plan to shut it, but now he had to do it after Chuuya asked him to. There was a slight click as it shut. He stood still on the other side of the room, away from Chuuya.
"You gonna come over and say hi or no?" he asked.
"Hmm No, in fact I thought you were still asleep. I was ready with my marker to draw on your face some more. It's a wonderful canvas." Dazai threw back with a sorrowful look.
Chuuya laughed a little and looked at Dazai, "Well, if that's all you came to do, then go ahead. Get your marker.".
Dazai opened his mouth to speak but couldn't say anything, he didn't actually have a marker on him this time. Sure he came to see Chuuya, but he figured he would be asleep had it been this late at night. Chuuya saw that Dazai didn't make any move towards his pockets for a marker, so he reached down to where his gray jacket that Dazai had brought him here in, and pulled out everything from one pocket. A few tissues, a granola bar, a marker and a simple pocket knife. He picked up the marker and held it out slightly to Dazai.
"Here." He said, the faint sound of Jack Skeleton singing "What's This?" from the TV.
Dazai looked weary to the idea of this, but he took slow steps forward. Chuuya took the cap off and handed him the marker, Then moved over a few inches and patted the space beside him. Dazai froze, staring at him. Chuuya looked back at him, calm.
"Sit.". Chuuya pulled the slidable tray in front of him, it had a half-eaten tray of Chicken, white rice, some vegetables, water, and what was a cup of juice.
Dazai felt confused now. Why? Why was Chuuya asking for Dazai to sit with him? Much worse-so, why so close. There's other chairs in the room he could sit on.
He reached to a nearby chair instead, but Chuuya spoke up.
"Sit on the Bed, and draw on my face, or go to your shipping container.".
Chuuya opened the pocket knife and cut some of the chicken off the bone. Meanwhile Dazai watched closely, carefully sitting on the bed beside him, keeping his black coat over his shoulders.
"Go ahead." Chuuya said before he stabbed a piece of chicken and brought it to his mouth.
Dazai looked anxious as he held the marker and steadily brought the marker towards Chuuya's cheek, pausing right before it could touch.
"I… don't know what to draw…?" Dazai tried, seeing if Chuuya was seriously going to make him do this.
"Draw a spider. It's October afterall.".
He was hesitant, but gradually put the marker on Chuuya's face, and began to draw a spider.
Chuuya took another bite of chicken after he felt the marker's cold touch leave his cheek.
"Done?"
"Yeah…"
"Anything else you wanna draw?" he asked.
"No."
"Good, because I'd like to draw something."
"Huh?" Dazai looked lost for a moment.
"Can I have my marker?"
Dazai gave him his marker reluctantly. But Chuuya grabbed Dazai's Left hand with it.
"Thanks. Now which hand is this?" Chuuya asked as he held up Dazai's hand.
"My left?"
"Good. Left." Chuuya wrote Left on Dazai's left palm.
"Why are you writing it on me."
"So the next time you tell me to go right, when I'm on your left you'll think again."
Dazai chuckled, "It'll just wash off?"
Chuuya sighed and nodded, putting down the marker and grabbing the knife, picking up a piece of chicken with it and eating it. Then wiping the knife on the napkin.
Something felt strange to Dazai. Chuuya had only just woken up a few hours ago but it already seemed like the halls were empty, and shouldn't Mori have at least been around to watch over a little? He thought about it. When he passed Kouyou she hadn't even thought twice about what he was going to do, "work". But even Kouyou wouldn't have left Chuuya for hours once she had known he was awake. So why did she?
"You're right." Chuuya said, snapping Dazai out of his head. "The marker will just wash off.".
Something didn't sound right…
"But the scar won't.".
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