Chuuya's night had been a long and restless one. He had been constantly waking up from his sleep to check on Dazai, to see if he was still in the room or even alive. The fear of waking up to find Dazai missing had been bothering Chuuya's mind all night long. The last thing he wanted was to play 'hide and seak' with Dazai in the middle of the night.
'That will be my last straw' Though Chuuya.
Chuuya had tried to fall asleep multiple times, but every time he closed his eyes, he would hear a noise or a movement that would jolt him awake. It was making Chuuya anxious. If Dazai were to succeed in one of his attempts one day, Chuuya didn't want to be the one to find him dead. That had always been one of his fears. When it came to this kind of situation, he wouldn't know how to react or what to do. He wasn't easily shocked, but even Chuuya had his limits. The thought of finding Dazai dead or not reaching him in time to stop him was troubling him day and night. It was something he didn't want to deal with. He wasn't sure why. Chuuya didn't know if it would hurt him to know Dazai was gone or if it was just frustration. He never understood why this topic bothered him so much. Despite hating Dazai's guts, the situation weighed heavily on him.
The night seemed to drag on forever, and Chuuya couldn't wait for the sun to rise so that he could finally talk to Dazai about this. He was planning to make a deal with Dazai regarding his attempts because, at this point, Chuuya was exhausted and sick of it. He wanted to calm his nerves down, at least for a month.
He had been up for hours, and his body was starting to ache from the lack of sleep. As he lay there in the dark, listening to the sound of Dazai's breathing, Chuuya couldn't help but wonder what was going through his mind. What kind of demons was he fighting? What had made him like this in the first place?
He had been so focused on trying to understand Dazai before, and it only led him to have a big headache. Dazai's mind was too complicated, and Chuuya doubted he would remain sane if he ever tried to understand it again. Chuuya would rather focus on the mission Mori gave them before everything went downhill. They were supposed to check on some members who worked with them because they might be betraying the organization and selling information about the Port Mafia.
He glanced over at Dazai, who was sleeping soundly in his bed, envy welling up inside him. How could he sleep so peacefully while Chuuya was up all night, on the floor, unable to catch even a wink of sleep because of him? It wasn't fair.
But as the night wore on, Chuuya started to notice that Dazai was stirring in his sleep. He would toss and turn, murmur incomprehensible words, and even sit up a few times, but he wouldn't say a word. It was clear that he was having a bad dream, but Chuuya didn't want to disturb him. Chuuya knew how important sleep was to Dazai, especially after everything that had happened. Dazai was utterly exhausted.
Chuuya tried to focus on his breathing, hoping it would help him calm down and eventually fall asleep. But it seemed that every time he was close to drifting off, Dazai would wake up, causing him to startle and lose his progress. It was pure torture for Chuuya at this point.
It wasn't until the early morning hours that Chuuya finally managed to doze off, but it was short-lived. The sun was already peeking through the window, waking up Dazai. Chuuya could feel his irritation building up, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he just lay there, too irritated to get up. And the floor wasn't so bad after all. In his exhausted state, Chuuya would rather prefer to meld with the ground and sleep all day.
Dazai sat up, a sign that he was finally ready to start the day. Chuuya looked at him from his improvised 'bed' on the floor. Dazai still looked tired, but not as bad as before. At least he had gotten some sleep.
Dazai slowly approached the side of the bed facing the door of Chuuya's bedroom and stood up. Chuuya watched him from the other side of the bed, on the floor. He lifted his body a little to observe Dazai closely, just to make sure he wouldn't try anything. Dazai took a few steps toward the bathroom, his footsteps feeling heavy on the carpet as he walked. It seemed as if he was carrying his own bones to the other room.
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Empty Promises
Fanfiction"Chuuya had seen Dazai in many different states, but he had never seen him like this before. It was as if Dazai was there only with his body, his mind and soul somewhere far away. The silence between them was palpable, and it only served to heighten...
