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The Random Scenario Meme 3.0
- Post your character, name, and series in the subject. Include any preferences as well.
- Go to RNG and enter 1-6 for a scene type, and 1-20 for a scene to play out.
TYPE OF SCENE.
① Action → Gun fights, bar brawls, fights to the death are all possible scenarios.
② Angst → Characters suffer emotionally or physically from relationships breaking up, death, injury, etc. Hurt and comfort themes are included.
③ Crack → Genderswaps, super powers, sudden compulsions are all possible outcomes.
④ Fluff → Something that is devoid of angst. It's light-hearted and might have the overtone of romance.
⑤ Gen → General fun, things that didn't fit in the other categories.
⑥ Sex → First times, kinks, even dubcon are all possible themes of sex related scenarios.
⑦ Your choice → Think of your own scenario, choose one of the above or make a combo even!
ACTION.
① Zombies → It's the zombie apocalypse, lock and load!
② Bar brawl → You had one too many drinks, said something wrong, and now you're being asked to take it outside.
③ Chase → You're caught in a high speed chase.
④ Gun fight → You're caught in a big shoot-out.
⑤ Fight with a friend → You're fighting with a friend, all out.
⑥ Interrogation → You're being interrogated for some offense you've done.
⑦ Aliens → Aliens are attacking and you're not going to take your probe laying down!
⑧ Final battle → This is it. The battle that will end all the fighting for you. Will you win? Will you get that peace you want?
⑨ Training → You're not actually fighting, just training for the inevitable.
⑩ No hope → You know this fight has no hope. It's not going to end well for anyone involved, but you can't turn away.
⑪ Sneaking in → You're stealing a diamond or sneaking in to kick some bad guy butt, but whatever it is, you have to practice stealth.
⑫ Blue wire → You're faced with a bomb that needs to be disarmed.
⑬ Fight for honor → You've been disgraced or someone you care about has, so it's time to fight for honour.
⑭ Showdown → Time for a cowboy-style showdown. Whoever draws the fastest wins.
⑮ War → You're caught in the middle of a war here. Remember to keep your chin up and keeping fighting.
⑯ Apocalypse → The apocalypse finally happened and now you're left to scavenge and fight for whatever is left.
⑰ Sabotage → It's time to sabotage someone's plan! How is entirely up to you. Do you set up a bomb in their toilet? Do you double cross them at the last minute?
⑱ Big damn hero → You know you have to handle this one alone, so that means disarming or knocking unconscious the person who wants to join you.
⑲ Fight club → You know the rules... you're in an underground fighting ring and you're fighting with all you've got.
⑳ Threaten → You've just been sent here to rough them up a little, threaten them into behaving.
ANGST.
① Injury / illness → Your character has become injured or ill! To what extent is the mun's choice.
② Last moments → You character has been gravely injured and this is their last chance to say their last words.
③ Depression → Your character is depressed, what actions they take is up to the mun.
④ Betrayed → You character has been betrayed by the other. How do they react?
⑤ Tortured → Your character is being tortured and needs rescuing or at least a sympathetic ear to help him through it.
⑥ Jealousy → Your character is feeling jealous and must deal with it, how will they do it?
⑦ Breakup! → This relationship has gone as far as it can, it's time to breakup.
⑧ Broken → For whatever reason, the character is broken, mentally or or physically.
⑨ Fight → You can't even be in the same room as your friend or lover without arguing anymore.
⑩ Lost → You lost the biggest fight of your life and now all you can do is try to pick up the pieces.
⑪ Worst nightmare → Whatever you fear the most is now real or maybe you're just trapped in a dream together, but whatever it is, it feels too real.
⑫ Addicted → You're addicted to something, alcohol, drugs, sex, whatever. It's destroying your life and you can't do anything to stop it.
⑬ Hurt you → You're being forced to hurt someone you love either by betraying them or even being forced to shout things you don't mean. It's for their own good in the end though.
⑭ Separation → You were forced to leave this person for their own safety and while you've been miserable without them, you really didn't mean to run into them again... maybe it was by accident or you were watching them from afar this whole time.
⑮ Becoming a monster → You are slowly changing, becoming a monster: vampire, zombie, demon, something you can't recover from and no-one can help you.
⑯ Frozen → You are entirely helpless, frozen, to stop some kind of disaster.
⑰ Prison → You were very bad and now it's time to pay the price by turning yourself in or maybe the law just finally caught up to you.
⑱ Fear → You're not sure why, but you are suddenly terrified and you can't deal with it. You need help.
⑲ Hated → You are now hated by the person you loved the most.
⑳ Down and out → You're living on the streets, you've hit rock bottom, and you don't know what to do.
CRACK.
① Sexswap → Uh-oh, you're suddenly the opposite sex!
② Forced confessions → No matter what it is and no matter how hard you resist, you're going to be compelled to spill some deep dark secret!
③ Mind-reading → You've suddenly got the ability to read minds!
④ Animal → You're suddenly part animal or transformed into an animal!
⑤ Awkward pick-up lines → You're compelled to use bad pickup lines on whoever is closest!
⑥ Back in School / Graduated → You're suddenly back in school! Or if you were already in it, you've aged and long since graduated!
⑦ Vampires, werewolves, and zombies, oh my! → You're suddenly a vampire, werewolf, or zombie! Maybe even a demon or a devil, whatever creepy crawly you can think of. What do you do now?
⑧ Ghost → You're suddenly a ghost or at least invisible. What are you going to do with this new ability?
⑨ Awkward conversations → So did you just fart or what? Any conversation goes, as long as it's embarrassing and awkward.
⑩ Crossdressing → For whatever reason, you're suddenly dressed in clothes of the opposite sex.
⑪ Suddenly naked → Oops! Your clothes are suddenly gone.
⑫ Suddenly a kid → You're a kid again! Have fun with that second childhood.
⑬ Fortune cookie → You've suddenly received a note with something that will happen in the future, either precise or vague.
⑭ Super power → And suddenly you're like Superman! Any power goes.
⑮ Bodyswap → Somehow you've changed bodies with the other person.
⑯ Back in time → Somehow, you wound up in the past again. Do you try to correct something or just sit and wait for time to jump? Maybe it jumps to various points in your life or maybe you actually think you're back in the day. Have fun, run wild with the idea!
⑰ To the future → Is it everything you've dreamed? Is it horrible? Whatever happens, you're here to witness what happens to you in the future. Either you take the place of your future self or you're just there to watch. Might cause some confusion if people start seeing double though...
⑱ Angels, mermaids, and fairies! → You're not necessary something dark or evil. You're just something different. How do you deal?
⑲ Locked in a closet → For some reason, you're locked up in a closet with someone else. Do you make nice and try to figure your way out or what?
⑳ Finger trap → You're caught in a Chinese finger trap... with somebody else! You can't figure out how to get loose either... have fun with that.
FLUFF.
① Cuddling → For whatever reason, characters feel like being close and cuddling.
② Pillow talk → After the main event, characters are up for some pillow talk.
③ Celebration → Anniversary or some other big event is taking place and characters want to celebrate!
④ Love confession → Someone has finally decided to confess their love and today is the day!
⑤ Appreciation → You feel the need to show appreciation for that person closest to you, even if it's just a pat on the back.
⑥ Apologies → You made a mistake and now it's time to make it up in some way you know the other can't refuse!
⑦ Get back together → Why did you break up again exactly? Whatever the reason, it was a huge mistake and you both know you can work through it.
⑧ Date night → You've planned for a wonderful night together and you can't wait to get it started.
⑨ Family → You've either found out you're pregnant or you've already got that addition to your family.
⑩ Marriage → You're just about to get hitched or maybe you're enjoying your honeymoon. Maybe you've been together for years now! Whatever the case, it's time for that next big step.
⑪ Meeting again → It's time for that happy reunion finally!
⑫ Love at first sight → For whatever reason, you are now insanely in love with the first person you set eyes on.
⑬ Flirtation → You can't resist to do a little bit of harmless flirtation all of a sudden.
⑭ In the snow → Look outside! It's a winter wonderland, so why not go out and play in it?
⑮ Engagement → You've planned it all out and now it's time to finally pop the question.
⑯ Friendly games → You've set up the game station or board games for a friendly competition!
⑰ Gift → Time to give that special someone a gift just because.
⑱ Recovery → You're taking care of someone who's just recovered from some illness or injury.
⑲ Healing → Time to help mend that someone who's been through hell and back.
⑳ Better than ever → You've finally got everything you've ever wanted here. What is your ideal life and who does it include?
GEN.
① Nice meeting you → It's your first time meeting this person! You bumped into each other on the street, in a bar, at work... whatever!
② Drinks → You're out for drinks! Or just chilling at home with some beers. Wherever!
③ Lost → You're lost and you kind of need help finding your way to where you're going. A little help with directions?
④ Costume party → You're at a costume party, both of you are wearing masks. Do you keep the anonymity or take it off and see whose company you've been enjoying?
⑤ Wrong number → Oops, actually you didn't mean to call that person...
⑥ Drunk → You're already drunk! Drunk dialing, stumbling into someone, showing up unexpected... what type of drunk are you anyway? Aggressive, loving, happy? How does the other react?
⑦ Old friends → you haven't seen this person in a long time!
⑧ Rivals → you're suddenly rivals! Or maybe you have been all along...
⑨ Problems → you've got a problem with each other, just got in a huge fight, whatever. Try to work it out!
⑩ What are your intentions... → This person? They're dating a close friend, family member, etc. You need to find out if they're going to hurt them! Or you need to discuss your friend/family's dating choice.
⑪ I saw you → you saw the other person doing something bad and you need to confront them about it.
⑫ Sorry but no → the other person has feelings that you just don't share. They don't necessarily have to be romantic... maybe you just don't agree with their sudden desire to quit their job and start a business making tiny, fuzzy teddy bears.
⑬ My hero → you need to tell this person how much they mean to you. They've been your best friend or your role model your whole life and they need to know.
⑭ Enabler → you're enabling the other (or each other) to do something bad, really bad. Addiction, stealing, killing, or just any other self-destructive behavior.
⑮ Cooking → Time for an impromptu cooking lesson!
⑯ Oh, sure, I remember you... → It's that awkward moment when someone comes up and seems to know you, but you have no idea who they even are!
⑰ Rescue! → One of you was in trouble, but you came to the rescue!
⑱ Boss → One of you works under the other. Is your relationship good? Are you scheming things? Or do you hate each other?
⑲ Perfect crime → You and the other person have just pulled off the perfect crime... or you're planning to! What are you doing? The heist of the century, an assassination?
⑳ Movies → movie night! Maybe it's a sleepover. Whichever the case, it's time to eat a lot and have fun.
SEX.
① First time → it's your first time together or your first time ever! Enjoy the awkward times!
② Bondage → You and your partner decide to experiment a little with ropes or handcuffs or whatever you'd like to tie your partner up with.
③ Rough / Aggressive → Your characters want it rough.
④ Romantic → Slow and gentle, meaningful, that's how characters want it.
⑤ Dubcon → Character A wants Character B and it doesn't really matter if Character B wants it as bad or not.
⑥ In public → Characters feel like taking a risk and doing it in a public place.
⑦ Roleplay → Naughty nurse fetish? Pirate kink? You and your partner decide to try it out now!
⑧ Healing → You've both fought hard or gone through a rough time and it's time to get some R&R in.
⑨ Last time → This is the last time you're going to this because you're breaking up or maybe your lover is running off to sacrifice their lives in some heroic way. The possibilities are endless, but you better make this one count.
⑩ No strings attached → You're just friends with benefits. Nothing wrong with that, right?
⑪ Anonymous → You met in a restroom or bar, any location of your choosing, but you don't even know each other's names.
⑫ Toys → You're eager to try something new, so why not toys?
⑬ Aphrodisiacs → You've been slipped a strong aphrodisiac somehow and now you absolutely cannot control yourself.
⑭ Show → You're putting on a show by either doing it right in the club or filming it for a bunch of people.
⑮ Ménage à trois → It's time for that threesome you've always dreamed of.
⑯ Non-penetrative → Frottage, handjobs, whatever you want to try out.
⑰ Controlled → You are under mind control and must do whatever your lover asks of you.
⑱ Hate sex → It's not just rough or aggressive, you absolutely cannot stand each other.
⑲ Extreme → Fisting, knife play, whatever you can think of so long as it tests the boundaries.
⑳ Fantasy → This is just a fantasy, a dream, and you know it, but what is your ideal fantasy and how willing is your partner?
The tag and your Dazai are perfect! I adore them both. ♥
Yet the one thing which never fails to slip through the proverbial fingers of the Port Mafia's endless reach is the very man who knows all their secrets: Osamu Dazai. Even now that he's joined forces with the Armed Detective Agency it doesn't make tracking him much easier. Not when Dazai himself knows which streets are paved with Mafia dollars and every establishment brimming with both mafia-monitored surveillance cameras and employees with organization ties who could track him in an instant.
It's the fact Dazai doesn't merely know of the Mafia's machinations, but fully comprehends it's innermost workings, that makes him it's most elusive target. After all, he's helped build it anew at Mori's side for years as his protege.
Chuuya reasons this is why the grunt forces milling about above ground have yet to get wind of Dazai's presence in the area, and why no one considered that the once-executive might think exactly as they do, and utilize the tunnels that have been a blind-spot to the world above for far too long. So he's given not even a moment's warning before the darkness expels the very bane of his existence practically at his feet.
Dazai's very presence is bad enough to stomach, and leaves Chuuya bristling like cat rising it's hackles, puffed up with every hair on end. But then Dazai worsens things by actually speaking. That's all it takes for his abrasive persona to spread like a pestilence. It bleeds into Dazai's irritating inflections of emphasized words and every ounce of utter loathing for Chuuya, peppered like an overzealous seasoning within his contemptuous greeting. ]
....Dazai!? [ When he finally gets a word in, it should be a shout, a war cry or a sound screamed as though profane. But no matter his fury, something else bolsters Chuuya into hissing that name out in almost a gasp, as though he'd lost one of nine lives in the process of witnessing his old partner's unannounced appearance.
But the shock is short-lived when his gut-feeling is to counter that with ten times the defiance. Not that he needs it, but his favorite bowie knife helps assuage any remaining ill-ease when it makes a reflexive appearance. It doesn't hurt Chuuya's regaining confidence that his stance instinctively shifts into the aggressive kinetic coil of a potentially vicious offense, awaiting any excuse at all to attack. ]
Ha, look who's talking! I didn't see you there. You blend in too well with the other vermin down here.
[ It's more than a little childish, but that doesn't stop Chuuya from aiming the beam of his flashlight purposefully into his old partner's eyes, intending to momentarily blind Dazai or at least severely annoy him. ]
I heard you were slumming it these days, but seriously? This is a new low, even for someone like you.
[ He expects to gloat over the discomfort inflicted Dazai's way, and has a self-satisfied smirk on hand for the occasion. But instead he gets an eye-full of something that unhinges the smugness curling lips into a sneer, wrenching his mouth into a grimace that speaks of a kind of naked fear neither of them should harbor for one another.
Chuuya knows first-hand the hallmarks of a gunshot wound. But worse still he's skillfully aware of all the brutality it can accomplish. It's the kind of damage which multiplies into bodily devastation, all with just a dash of neglect and the surprisingly brief time it takes for a body to drain of blood. ]
Are you...? [ His voice catches, switching gears too quickly from gloating to alarm to make a smooth transition. And as if to add insult to injury his current train of thought derails long enough for him to stumble through blurting out the obvious as he finally processes Dazai's condition. ] That's a bullet wound.
[ It's beyond him why Chuuya immediately thinks of days past and fleeting moments caught in the freeze-frame of old memories. In those days Dazai often bore the bloody souvenirs from more than just the missions Double Black was lauded for. Even the consequences of a gun's discharge were familiar, thanks to foes or friendly fire, due to Mori's 'disciplinary' hand. Yet reminiscing on the past shouldn't alter the present facts. Dazai is little more than a wounded enemy he owes nothing but spite.
But somehow loathing isn't one of the emotions which flicker across a face contorted in the throws of a secondary sense of shock. It's still not there when Chuuya's flashlight redirects seconds later to the oozing wound. Nor when the grip of his other hand foregoes the knife to instead clutch Dazai's shoulder, temporarily quashing the continuous outpouring of blood.]
Some genius you are. [ He should be yelling. Typically when Chuuya reprimands subordinates with non-fatal wounds his concern and tutelage turns into heated lectures. But right now Chuuya's own voice sounds downright grave in his ears. Words laced with concern and reeking of an anger not directed Dazai's way grind out almost as bitterly as the now focused look behind eyes locked onto the wound beneath his hold. ] Have all those suicide attempts destroyed the last of your brain-cells? It's basic first aid to stop this kind of bleeding before doing anything else.
[ Chuuya has a few guesses where Dazai is heading, but wounded and losing as much blood as his ex-partner is, there's a good chance he wouldn't make it out of the maze of tunnels before losing consciousness.
He reminds himself that it'd be an inconvenience to the entire organization if Dazai died, considering a certain letter of blackmail and it's intended consequences. Not to mention the offense of denying them ( Chuuya personally ) the satisfaction of letting them do the deed, if they'll pay for it in the end.
Which leaves him only one option: Cleaning up this mess, even if it means helping Dazai in the process. ]
C'mon. I've got a first aid kit, give or take some extras in there. It's not much, but that's better than you bleeding out and turning this place into a crime scene.
[ The mission at hand is only one portion of a larger scheme, naturally involving the abandoned tunnels and developing a new smuggling route through them. Part of that entails setting up a network of surveillance cameras along the tunnels and a miniature base in the seemingly decrepit rail-car which is far more functional than it's blacked-out windows and run-down silhouette suggests. All in all, everything about it screams 'covert operation'.
The secrecy this project demands is why he hesitates in simply calling for one of the mafia's medical surgeons. In times when a valuable executive such as himself is on a mission and the situation allows for it, protocol decrees for a medical team to be subtly stationed close by, should emergency measures be required. Today is no different in that respect. But orchestrating the delivery of a doctor for a traitor of Dazai's caliber, and then keeping that under wraps, would be complicated to say the least.
The last thing Chuuya wants is to freely reveal the organization's plans for re-purposing the abandoned rail-line. All the more so considering it's his pet project, which Chuuya has kept between himself, the other executives, and only a handful of 'need to know' personnel who are essential in getting the project started. On one hand, if Dazai and his peanut gallery intervene in the future, he wouldn't only be held responsible, but it would look like the new smuggling route had been an utter failure on his part alone. But in the end he doesn't have much of a choice in keeping his ex-partner completely in the dark. Not with Dazai's powers of deduction. There's no doubt he already knows it's not by mere coincidence that Chuuya is taking a stroll among the railways, and that the presence of a rail-car lying meters away is much too convenient to be anything but involved in what Chuuya's mission entails.
But even if all plausible solutions intersect with keeping Dazai breathing and slightly less broken, he doesn't have to like it. So it's with gritted teeth that he begins begrudgingly steering Dazai towards their destination by the very shoulder gripped within Chuuya's hold. For now, he'll deal with patching up his old partner in the rail-car's makeshift base. Everything else, including suffering regret and self-loathing for so much as even lifting his finger for Dazai's benefit, will have to come later. ]
Hurry up. I'm not in the mood to haul your sorry ass around myself if you collapse.
your reply and comment are so perfect ohmg i blush ♥
There were a hundred things Dazai could have quipped back in the span of seconds after the words tumbled in the familiar cadence of breath from the shorter figure. every hiss a syllable he could have tapped in rhythm of familiarity.
That's what they were like, once. It's why he knows Chuuya is moving for his knife before the other even positions himself into a stance - rise and fall of breath, rustling of fabric as his shoulder dips to reach back in a fluid motion. ] A new low? [ His voice echoes slightly, even if it's lower than usual. Despite that, he laughs, a hitch of air that tells his genuine amusement. ] Ha-ha, did you just make a short joke youself so I didn't have to?
[ The flashlight works against Dazai's favour, as it should and he squints against the light, the sting of it still a lingering phantom in his vision and the shithead keeps talking and -
- he could curse, dig not-so-deep for some colourful language and it would still not define the position all that accurately. Technically, even he would give Chuuya enough credit to know that the other would see his wound.
Though if technicalities were being addressed, he did shine a bright light directly on it so maybe he was giving the headache just enough credit.
He hadn't realized it before, or maybe he didn't consider it, but now that the focus of attention was directed all onto his shoulder, he could feel the effects of it far too well. If this was a subordinate of his before, he would have told them they deserved it for their errors; it was a Mori school of discipline. It was hard not to see this as his mistake, anyway. It pissed him off more now that his ex-partner was there to yap at him.
It's the sort of feeling set in ghosts of memory as much as the present; bullets and flesh and blood and he can still wear a sickle grin even as blood loss registers, wet and sticky and uncomfortably warm against a soaked sleeve.
In the dark, he couldn't see the trail of blood he was surely leaving behind, too. In fact, he was honestly happy with his progress up until now. The power of his denial had helped not notice the fatigue, how damn light his head felt - the throb of pain his only companion.
Then Chuuya's hand settles harshly on the open wound just as Dazai is formulating a sly retort and it's caught in his throat against the sharp inhale in some choked sound that he forces belatedly into another laugh. a little too late, a little too strained. ] Always knew you were into the rough stuff.
[ His other hand flicks out immediately to Chuuya's wrist, still fast and sure, finds skin that's startlingly warm against his slim fingers, telltale drumming of a pulse beneath a feathered grip. ] I was doing fine until I saw your ugly hat. Now I just might pass out on principle!
[ and yet, standing still instead of being in motion, his legs don't feel steady at all.
and yet, he actually considered between throwing up and passing out, and doesn't know which he would want to do first.
and yet, Chuuya offers this and it feels too starkly close to those times. Dazai knew exactly what weight the other's insistence held. That wherever he was going to lead him would be a place that would completely compromise him, should Dazai let the location slip.
He wanted to have that to hold over him. It would be as powerful a play as the letter and to see chuuya's angry face would be pure joy to Dazai. Except for a few factors, a major one of which is the incessant grip on his shoulder, steering him forward. The other factor was the disorientation he was currently trying to grapple with, a culmination of his senses swimming. ] Ha-ha, what are you doing?
You'll get my blood on your trashy clothes - although I wouldn't mind seeing you cry over that.
[ Chuuya should leave him. Walk the other way and pretend none of this conversation ever happened.
and yet, he asks a beat later, with no hint of ulterior thought: ] What about your mission?
♥!
[ A sharp click of his tongue and the forced weight of his exasperation, forever aimed Dazai's way, feels familiar as a second skin. It really should act like the wind in his proverbial sails and drive him towards a deeper sense of ire at the object of his eternal irritation. Yet as the seconds pass Chuuya only feels his anger mellow.
The keen sense of rivalry pervades, lingering within each breath as he fights valiantly for the last word and every possible chance to harass his prior partner. But against his will and without even realizing it, Chuuya falls back into these timeless patterns of harmless bickering and frightfully friendly antagonisms that are almost hard-wired into him, like a program he can't break free from.
Ultimately, no matter the hate supposedly backing each word, there's no denying the sheer ease at which Chuuya performs his role of Dazai's fated foil and eternal rival. ]
Honestly, your obsession with height just sounds like you're compensating for other shortcomings!
[ If he's doing it on purpose and adhering to Dazai's brand of height-centric humor, either to gift his old partner the smallest satisfaction or to entertain himself, then Chuuya does everything but admit it.
Truth be told, this sort of banter isn't exactly alien to them. Inside jokes as well as the odd pranks ( for which Chuuya is often the victim ) have always been woven into the pattern of interactions the pair of them shared. But that strangely incomprehensible marriage between rivalry and companionship is what happens when two people grow up together in a place as ill-nurturing as the Mafia, where the camaraderie of other children remained nearly non-existent.
No wonder Chuuya still feels both some annoying, unshakable focus upon Dazai, right alongside an unquenchable urge to triumph over him in everything. ]
You wanna pass out? Go for it! But I'm not carrying your ass, I'll just kick you through the door!
[ One convenient press of an electronic remote gives them access to the railcar's interior while another sends an automated request for the doctor on hand. Phone calls can be traced and GPS tracked, but this particular alert gets the job done without the middle man of words he doesn't feel like mincing. The situation at hand requires a physician's expertise, but with an audible curse Chuuya admits that his arrival will take time. Keeping that in mind he spends not a moment longer before simultaneously dragging and pushing Dazai through the doorway.
Priority one is getting Dazai off his feet, before they fall out from under him at their own discretion and take the other man to the floor. A sleek chair near the entry-way should do the job. Although Chuuya doesn't have the patience to let Dazai claim it himself. Instead he unceremoniously attempts to shove his prior partner into it with all the weight he can muster with one hand. ]
Me, cry over something you do? Hah!
[ If strong fingers push all the more into Dazai's present injury, then who is to say it's not completely by accident? After all, it's hardly Chuuya's fault that encouraging his companion to take a seat jostles that hand upon the oozing bullet wound, and possibly supplies every reason for Dazai to make a sound of protest. Another whine of pain would suffice too, if he'd like to volunteer in proving that Chuuya isn't above a touch of sadism. ]
Get them soaking wet for all I care. [ A gloved thumb strokes circles along one outer-edge beyond the bleeding wound still cupped beneath the tourniquet-tight grip of his hand. ] I won't make a single sound for you, let alone shed a tear.
[ Dazai's seating arrangements allude to the Mafia's handiwork in revamping the railcar's interior into something sleeker, awash in clean white floors and sharp black furniture. But Chuuya keeps the main lights off, forcing his flashlight to carry the brunt of dimly illuminating the immediate space around them. It's not a fool-proof plan, but it's the best he can do to ensure that much of the interior beyond remains pitch-dark. That should at least prevent in revealing all the details of this covert operation to the enemy at Chuuya's side. Speaking of which- ]
Well, what about it? [ He gets it. For whatever reason Dazai is questioning his motives, and perhaps even pointing out how inconvenient the situation is for a mafia member hard at work. Despite that obvious truth he shrugs off the fact he appears to be, for all intents and purposes, putting Dazai's well-being over the importance of not only his pet-project but anything else these setbacks might cost him. It's a price not merely measured in time and money. His respect is on the line as well. But it's not a lie that Dazai's death would be a greater setback, so his reply focuses on that. ] It'd be postponed even longer if your rotting corpse ends up down here.
[ After being so preoccupied in dealing with keeping the obnoxious thorn in his side alive, Chuuya almost misses the subtle verbal jab at his private life and penchant for violence. But with Dazai stationary, secure and confined behind locked doors, Chuuya feels as though he's been slotted with the upper-hand and enough control of the situation to momentarily divert his attention to entertaining more than the gunshot wound. ]
Oh, really? So if I decided to rough you up, nothing I could do would surprise you, right?
[ The knee he deliberately wedges between Dazai's thighs is the first warming that he's delighted to address any misconceptions Dazai's little fantasies might contain, at length and with precise detail. The second comes when Chuuya leans in, looming slightly above Dazai in a way that feels all at once like a threat and a promise.
One made all the more real when the flashlight is forgotten on the nearby table so that fingers can all at once shift, trying to roughly twist themselves around a handful of Dazai's hair at the back of his head. ]
You know what? That kinda makes me want to show you-
[ On cue his knee nudges itself just a smidgen higher. ]
Just how wrong you are.
[ If his ex-partner thinks Chuuya knows of nothing but brute force even in the bedroom then he's more than willing to offer something frightfully far from the kind of viciousness expected of him if it'll force Dazai into the humiliation of eating his own words. And if Dazai simply hasn't the imagination to fathom every conceivable brutality he's capable of, well then Chuuya could easily enlighten him. Then again, why choose when a twisted collaboration between the two would best way to annihilate Dazai's expectations? After all, they have plenty of time to kill before anyone interrupts. ]
Seeing your face in utter disbelief would be absolutely priceless.
♥!!
[ It'll always be this way. Who'll have the last word and leave the other bleeding, proverbially or not, at the very end.
But Chuuya's grip is unrelenting, convincing enough for him to be tethered to it and by it. Rivalry was perhaps the heaviest thread the Mafia had sewn into their sinews, even if it manifested in them both in opposite ways - Chuuya's loudmouthed abrasiveness to Dazai's infuriating self-assurance.
They proceed forward - push and pull and it's all on the brunt of his injury and he's actually impossibly glad it's going numb, pinpricks in his fingertips every time he moves them.
His prior grip on the other's wrist had fallen away because Chuuya's already touching him anyway (ew gross cooties) and because moving with the bastard in that position would have been more effort than he cares to put in. ]
Ah, I see.
[ They step into the railcar and Dazai's eyes dart to as much as the flashlight's beam reaches, all high contrast shadows; so they were setting up a new route and the fact that Chuuya was where he was when he was must mean that he -
- the train of thought is momentarily cut as he's forced into the chair by a grip that's either stronger than he remembered or is just a sign that he's doing a bit worse than he thought and the chair scrapes against the flooring (newly put it, no doubt), and it all culminates in another huff of strained laughter.] Don't make that sound like a challenge, now.
[ i won't make a single sound for you and that sounds like Dazai can spin it six ways to Sunday in interpretation. But right now, he's getting enough to hang over Chuuya's head; he's done the mafioso enough of a favour by pointing out the risk they're both intimately aware of with him being here.
Perhaps one of the most frustrating things about Dazai is his ability to appear unruffled in most situations; masks carefully worn, constructed and when Chuuya reverts back to his jibe (of course, of course he would), he still holds on to his feline satisfaction because he knows it's more likely to piss the other off than any other reaction.
Sitting down feels miles better than standing, than walking, but he knew it would. Chuuya's circular press of his thumb is still sending jolts through frayed nerves and it's all Dazai can do to take a slow, even inhale and sink more comfortably into the chair.
Looks like it'll be a long wait.
But Yet, the ex-mafia's smirk turns as saccharine as his words, ever pushing. ] Nothing would, Hat-Store. You're utterly predictable.
[ (not entirely true but true all at once); He makes no sign of being at all perturbed by his ex-partner's knee suddenly sliding between his legs, or his fingers carding roughly up into his hair and forcing him to turn his head at the motion. ] Mm, I just find it funny, how one small comment can set you right off.
[ So many promises, and he should feel at a disadvantage. His grin is far too smug and he's leaning forward even against the grip, genuinely curious at the other's reaction. One hand flicks back out to Chuuya's wrist. How many openings has the other given him just now alone? ] And we both know I wouldn't give you the satisfaction.
[ His other arm - unsteady, numb, tingly - is flicking out towards the table quickly enough to grip the flashlight and maybe, maybe in his slower state he'll still have enough surprise to twist it right into Chuuya's eyes, even if he wouldn't be able to hold on to the beam if the other tried to take it away. Eye for eye, asshole! ]
♥ ♥ ♥
Although Dazai's little act of rebellion evens the score, it hardly instills a sense of fairness between them. Chuuya only tastes antagonism in the act, instigating a fight his blood practically sings for. But he tells himself that ruining Dazai even more would only cause further hassle. And really, he's not interesting in making more work for himself. A gunshot is already one wound too many to handle. It alone creates an excess of worries, with the considerably questionable state of Dazai's well-being, so why add another? ]
Tch, some counterattack this is! [ He makes a disgusted scoffing sound that almost has nothing to do with the soreness behind eyes half-blinded for an instant or two. ] For a genius you're not very imaginative, are you?
[ Chuuya doesn't need three guesses to know his prior-partner expects for him to either wrestle for control over the flashlight or to simply wrench it from Dazai's hold. As far as guesses go, it's not half bad. More often than not, launching head-first into a skirmish is his go-to response. But if Mr. Dazai 'I know all your moves' Osamu anticipates a struggle, he's going to be sorely disappointed when Chuuya purposefully curbs his hallmark taste for violence. Just to shake things up he chooses to capture the flashlight he no longer considers anything but obnoxious, along with an equally irritating limb that's guilty of directing it's beam into his face. Both settle near his ex-partner's head, locked together beneath Chuuya's vice-like grip, as they're firmly pinned in place with no shortage of force. ]
Personally, I can think of more creative ways to keep your hands preoccupied.
[ It's nothing short of a small miracle that the chair holding them has the girth to be accommodating enough for two. True, over-indulgence might as well be the Port Mafia's middle name. But redecorating the railcar wasn't for the kind of gratification that guides Chuuya to double the occupancy of Dazai's seat. But it's comfortable all the same when he shifts, exchanging the deliberate pressure of one knee for a position that's somehow even more unabashedly suggestive than before.
It's less of a small rearrangement and more the methodical act of crawling atop a body he reigns into his own personal space. Still, it isn't shame but a sense of triumph that Chuuya feels when the straddle of legs leaves him practically perched on Dazai's hips. But that's only after thighs take their time sliding over Dazai's, lapping like waves ushering the tide towards a nearby shore. And with every inch claimed comes the rustle of fabric hitched between two bodies, an audible breath or two and a tell-tale creak of the chair announcing their combined weight as they come together in the quiet solitude. ]
Satisfaction? [ Chuuya can't help the way his words curl out like wafts of smoke, breathy from swallowing back a bark of laughter built of bravado he doesn't need to waste when he's already won so much. ] Pfft, you couldn't satisfy me if you tried.
[ Now that he's addressed priorities like making himself more comfortable, Chuuya simply redirects the arm now locked within his grasp. A little guidance eases the flashlight between a rather tight juncture where Dazai's hips come dangerously close to intersecting with his own. ]
Come to think of it, I never asked you an important question.
[ Chuuya shifts forward just so, keeping the smooth cylindrical flashlight nestled snugly between their bodies as it bridges the small gap preventing their hips from meeting. The marginal addition of two entwined hands, one atop the other, takes up slightly more than the space granted. But when Chuuya guides Dazai's hand down the smooth surface, urging him to stroke over it's length in an unmistakable pattern, there's no question that the touch of their hands is the lesser of two evils. ]
Who said you're even allowed to imagine me like this?
[ The first time they come together, with fingers sliding over heated flesh, it's with Dazai's grip over-top a slender wrist. One whose pulse flutters erratically, like the beating wings of something caged. Their second encounter is a repeat of the first and once again fails to fall on Chuuya's terms. Then comes the third, and just like all the lore says: the third time's the charm. It's as perfectly poetic as Chuuya thinks himself to be when their foreheads press together, deceptively tender. This continuous kind of contact lingers alongside strands of low-hanging bangs, until they're brushed away when Chuuya's chin tilts, aligning two polar opposites so completely in a way that shouldn't be possible. ]
But you did it anyway, right?
[ If they were other people, with pasts incomparable to the blood-encrusted paths they've known so far, his words might offer more than the foreboding lead-weight of a threat. And if their feelings for one another were warmer, nourished not by antagonism but bonds of reliable companionship, unrecognizable compared their own long-broiling and sour-spoiled feelings, then this closeness could look like more than entrapment. Even more so, the moment Chuuya's nose brushes Dazai's so slowly, in the kind of feigned reverence deserving of such intimacy. His breath echoes against lips so close it's impossible to avoid brushing them, and a kiss would be so fitting, if only they were entirely different people. ]
After all, you're the self-proclaimed expert on me. The person who knows all my darkest secrets.
[ None of those tender things fit the likes of them, not even for an instant. So Chuuya grounds out words to break the silence, his tone so harsh it resembles the coarseness of gravel. That is, if the scrape of pebbles underfoot could be whispered from one mouth to another. Parted lips are left to skim over Dazai's with every word, before the touch of teeth follows close behind. ]
So tell me, Dazai. How rough do I like it?
♥ * these are aggressive hearts because it's them.
Admittedly, the use of his one arm falls entirely flat so when his ex-partner's steely grip pinches at his hold on the flashlight and wrenches up, Dazai can barely even be bothered to resist; even if the rotation on his shoulder is wildly uncomfortable, even if he has to focus on being glib to avoid delving deeper into a more questionable state of being. He isn't seeing stars because of the annoying sight in front of him, after all! A click of his tongue to hide the strain instead.
It's not a compromise he can risk, certainly not when things are getting so interesting. ] Oh? My, how bored were you down here, renovating? That all the missions the old Boss gives you now?
[ It isn't hard to fit jigsaw pieces together, little clues and things he ultimately doesn't really give two shits about; the Port Mafia were always digging around for new routes, looking to extend their reach throughout the city like a proverbial network of veins. This was banal, unsurprising, and kind of useless information.
The only benefit was holding this over Chuuya for as long as possible, ever the persistent mixture of pettiness and cunning. So maybe not completely useless.
But as he quiets, pushes a breath out of his nose, blood ringing far too loudly in his ears Chuuya moves, an irritatingly slow scrape and shift of fabric in juxtapose to the ambient silence of the traincar; enforced contact, and phantom warmth that's inevitable from a body being so close. Then follows the spread of slender legs over hips in a move that Dazai can only guess the other perceives as triumphant. But if Chuuya thinks that he will continue to hold an upper hand without much complaint from him, he'd be being far too cocksure.
His sore arm is moved again, and he has to grind his teeth in an attempt to stifle a noise of protest at the harshness of the action; he shouldn't be surprised (he isn't), and oh he'll make sure the discomfort is returned thricefold to the short bastard, in one form or the next.
Chuuya certainly is as subtle as a brick wall at the best of times though. It's why it's a shade easier for Dazai to pointedly remain nonchalant - a play of opposites, even if cut from the same glass-shard - follow the other's lewd motions once, twice, personal space entirely disregarded in exchange for indirect friction brought on by hands.
Honestly, the urge to try and snap those fingers clutching at him is hard to disregard. But it would be too predictable an impulse. He wonders, what does Chuuya expect from him? A reaction? What reaction? If he wanted a more dramatic one, he'd either have to try harder, or remember who he was currently straddling. Just as his once-partner holds a perception of triumph, so does the ex-mafia still believe the competition for the upper hand is entirely up for grabs, so to speak.
Chuuya's face is a breath away in the ticking of seconds, forehead pressing into his. Close-close and Dazai blinks almost owlishly, half-shut eyes. Moves the hand that's not wedged between them to scrape through familiar auburn, equally as slowly as the other passes along the arch of his nose. ] But Petit Mafia, [ each word a direct response, jaw angling slightly left and voice punctuated by a serrated smirk. ] I do know you. A little too well, honestly.
[ Taunt, for taunt, for taunt. His ex-partner's breath fans across his mouth, word after bitter word and the sting of teeth follow. If they were anybody else, if they weren't them, maybe Dazai wouldn't have moved. But they were precisely who they were and that is why just when it would seem Dazai had fallen into pliant lethargy from either injury or their gunpowder intimacy, his fingers will card harder through the other's hair and pull. He'll lean harshly forward with the momentum, just flush enough to bridge the gap between them and bring his mouth to the thin column of the other's neck. ] Better than that, I can show you. [ Bite for bite and as always, it's about gaining level ground with them. Push and pull and shove and he'll gladly disregard his bloodred disadvantage for as long as he can manage. ]