Bungo Stray Dogs Oneshots

Duality of Shadows (Chuuya x Fyodor)

Ship: Chuuya x Fyodor

Genre: Fluff

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The cold night air felt oppressive as Chuuya Nakahara strode through the streets of Yokohama. His black coat billowed behind him like a dark cap, the brim of his black hat casting shadows over his sharp blue eyes. His steps were measured, and purposeful, the familiar tension of anticipation coiling in his chest. Another mission for the Port Mafia, another target to take down.

The city was almost eerily silent as if it were holding its breath for what was about to unfold. Chuuya wasn't one to fear the night or the dangers it brought, especially not with his gravity-defying ability, Upon the Tainted Sorrow, at his disposal. But tonight felt different. There was an energy in the air, one he couldn't quite place. His instincts told him to stay alert.

And then, as if on cue, a figure stepped out from the shadows of a narrow alleyway.

"Ah, Chuuya-kun," a soft, haunting voice murmured, barely louder than the whisper of the wind.

Chuuya's eyes narrowed, his body tensing as his gaze fell upon the familiar form of Fyodor Dostoevsky. The man stood tall, his pale skin almost ghostly in the moonlight. His long, black coat swirled around his legs as he stepped forward, the fur-lined collar giving him an air of both elegance and danger. His eyes, dark and calculating, met Chuuya's, and the faintest of smiles curved his lips.

"What the hell are you doing here, Dostoevsky?" Chuuya growled, his hand instinctively tightening into a fist at his side. He had no love for Fyodor. The man was a manipulative genius, always several steps ahead, and Chuuya hated how easily he toyed with everyone around him, he reminded him of Dazai.

Fyodor chuckled softly, his voice a smooth purr. "Always so hostile, Chuuya. I would think by now you'd be used to my... appearances."

Chuuya took a step closer, his blue eyes flashing dangerously. "I'm not in the mood for your games. If you're here to cause trouble, I'll end you right here."

Fyodor tilted his head slightly as if considering the threat, though the amusement never left his gaze. "End me? You think it would be that simple?" His voice dropped, becoming almost teasing. "We both know how that would turn out."

Chuuya's jaw tightened. Fyodor's ability, Crime and Punishment, made him nearly impossible to kill. Even if Chuuya were to succeed in taking Fyodor down, the man would simply possess the body of the one who killed him. It was a maddening ability, and Fyodor wielded it with the confidence of a man who knew he couldn't be touched.

"I'm not in the mood for your riddles," Chuuya spat, his voice sharp.

Fyodor's smile widened, a flash of something dark and dangerous in his eyes. "Riddles, Chuuya? No, I'm here because we have unfinished business."

Chuuya bristled, his body tensing. He didn't like the sound of that. "What are you talking about?"

Fyodor took a slow, deliberate step closer, his presence unnerving in its calmness. "We've crossed paths many times, haven't we? Always on opposing sides, always with different goals. And yet..." He paused, his gaze locking onto Chuuya's with an intensity that made the shorter man's heart skip a beat. "I've come to realise that we're more alike than you'd care to admit."

Chuuya scoffed, though there was a flicker of doubt in his eyes. "Alike? Don't flatter yourself, Dostoevsky. I'm nothing like you."

Fyodor's eyes glinted with something unreadable, his voice dropping to a low murmur. "Aren't you? We both understand power and control. We both know what it's like to be caught in a world where strength determines your survival. And, like me, you're not afraid to get your hands dirty to achieve your goals."