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The sky painted itself in a coat of orange and purple; a mosaic of warm tones and sweet swirls of silken clouds interwoven within the sun rising over the horizon. The sun opened its eyes to the world for all to see, as a brown-haired, bandage covered boy opens his eyes to see the world and all its coveted glory.
"I need a drink.."
The first words that were muttered under the 17 year-old-boy's breath as he rose out of bed. The morning sun seemingly mocking him as he awoke. He ignored the light as he gave a small shove to the shoulder of his awfully short, ginger haired partner.
"Chuuya, up. We have to leave now." The bandaged boy said as Chuuya awoke and lifted his head.
"Huh, what..? Can you speak to me when I'm not half awake..?"
Chuuya mumbled as the sleepiness from the previous night lay heavy in his eyes and voice. The pair were up until midnight, working on a mission their boss had sent them on. The two teens were exhausted, but had to stay on the move. "I said wakey-wakey, knucklehead. We gotta go. Can't stay one spot too long."
He let out an exasperated chuckle, a dry laugh made from years in a line of work most adults can't bear to do, Along with a playful push. The ginger giggled like the child he is, whilst sitting up and wiping the dreariness from his eyes.
"Let me wake up first, Dazai.."
The sun shone through the blinds of the hotel room onto the carpet and both boys as they get dressed quickly. They were on the move once again—as they always were. Dazai helped Chuuya put on his coat as they rushed to pack the little belongings they had and they left nothing—nothing for anyone to find, atleast.
They left as quickly as they arrived and walked down the lobby with swiftness. the spring sun beat down on the boys as they crept down the streets of Yokohama.
"Remember, we're here to meet the informants and nothing else. We can not get distracted."
The banadaged boy says with a huff, as the blue and brown eyed ginger nodded. "No getting distracted. Got it." He replied and Dazai glared at him. "Seriously. This is one of our most important missions, and if we mess this up, Mori won't let us see the light of day again." Dazai muttered with horror. Chuuya paused and swallowed. He didn't know Mori, their boss, like Dazai did. And when Dazai is scared of someone, that's a sign to how horrifying they are. "Got it." He finally said as he let out a breath.
The sky faded from orange and yellow to a sickeningly bright blue. Birds soared overhead as tall metal buildings towered over them like tall creepers atopped with shrouding covets of leaves. the tall buildings cast long shadows along the concrete and kept the boys in the shade.
The boys approached a group of older men in black attire and opossing statures along an alley way.
"We're here on buisness with the Port Mafia." Chuuya states and the men look at eachother, sharing the same thought and bursting out laughing.
"Don't tell me they sent some scrawny kids..." One of the men states the obvious as he caught his breath. "I'm 17, I'm still growing! I'm not 'scrawny'!" Chuuya yells out and Dazai sighs. "Where is it." The brown-haired boy states rather than asking and the men compose themselves. "Go cry and go back to your mommys." They say and Chuuya's ability starts sparking up. Dazai touches his shoulder and disables it with his own ability.
"Take the money for the information or my boss won't be very happy."
Dazai says as the men shift. "You'll have to fight it out of me, boy." The taller of the men inimidates and Dazai shrugs. "Try me." He speaks out almost cheerfully and the men pull out their guns. Chuuya uses his ability and Dazai pulls his own gun from its holder. Dazai lunged forward, his boot whistling through the air as he aimed a kick at the man's knees, missing by a mere fraction of an inch. A sharp crack echoed through the alley, followed instantly by Chuuya’s choked cry. The ginger collapsed, clutching his thigh. Swearing under his breath, Dazai grabbed Chuuya by the collar of his coat and dragged him backward, retreating into the main street.
"Fuck—Fuck, I'm sorry... I'm sorry," Chuuya groaned, his fingers staining red as dark crimson bloomed across the silk of his leggings. "Chuuya you—" Dazai starts but stops and sighs. Dazai take some bandages from his long coat and wraps his leg.
They make it to an empty park and sit atop a bench as Dazai inspects the wound. "Mori is going to kill us.." Chuuya mutters as he looks up into the creepers and he leans his head onto Dazai's shoulder. Dazai shakes his head as he pulls out the folder of information. The light in Chuuya's eyes glimmer.
"I took it when I got close. Wasn't worth getting you shot though.." Dazai contemplates. Dazai sits with Chuuya and sighs. "This is going to really hurt for a second." The boy says and Chuuya looks scared. "What's... What's the supposed to mean..?" Dazai digs his fingers into the gunshot wound to get the bullet out. "ARGH-!" Chuuya groans out and tears form in his eyes as Dazai pulls out the bullet and rewraps the wound. "Next time, atleast TELL me your going to dig your fingers 3 inches deep into my skin-?!" Chuuya exclaims and Dazai smiles, cleaning the blood from his hands. "Sorry." He says half-heartedly and he helps him stand—walking back to the mafia headquarters.
The two boys hand in the folder and are finally finsihed with their tasks for the day. Dazai—who has moved in with Chuuya ever since he found out he lived in a metal shipping container—walks home with the ginger and they laugh and joke along the way. They make it to their small shared apartment and Chuuya pours himself some wine.
"Do you ever think... What would happen if we just ran away together? Away from the mafia, away from Mori, away from everything?" Dazai speaks suddenly, breaking the silence. Chuuya freezes, the wine glass stops halfway to his lips. He blinks, processing the heavy words, wondering if it is a joke. A tipsy Chuuys laughs "What an odd thing to say." Dazai nods.