Mayhaps I cried the smallest amount while trying to write this. Please tell me if you enjoyed and I’ll try writing more one shots. Please send in a request if you have something you would like me to write about.
Btw I have no clue why I called it Almost Too Late.
Word Count: 876
The last thing he remembered was the feeling of corruption taking over his body. He knew he shouldn’t have used his corruption form, not while Dazai was nowhere to be seen. But he didn’t have any other choice, the port mafia was supposed to be the strongest, the ones who never lost a fight, especially not to some low-level ability users. He had been outnumbered and ambushed, too many for him to beat on his own.
He used to have the choice, was asked before he risked his life in such a way, his old partner was always there to catch him when he fell. But he was gone. Chuuya was on his own now. He didn’t want a new partner and he refused to join one of the smaller groups. No one could hold a torch to the power he used to have, the partner he had that always had his back. The partner that despite being in the mafia still looked after his friends, the ones that may have seemed disposable to so many others, that were irreplaceable to him.
He didn’t know how he got out of there. He didn’t know what stopped his corrupt form from destroying his body completely, however he wanted to assume he had a guess.
Laying on the hard surface that was the hospital bed he could feel the emotions that he had held back, the ones that he kept within himself the moment he left till now. The anger, the pain, all of it. Every single thing that he felt and never realised.
“You’re awake now are you.” that voice, so cold yet reassuring to him. Chuuya craned his neck to the side, to witness the one person he never wanted to see him like this. “It was a close call y’know, if I hadn’t been there you wouldn’t be here right now.”
A soft sob left his mouth before he could stop it, the kind of desolate sob that comes from a person so drained of hope that they seem lifeless. He never wanted Dazai to see him cry, he would never live it down with that bastard. But as he laid in that hospital bed, he couldn’t help it, the helpless feeling he help when he was surrounded flooding back to his mind, the abandonment he felt the last time he saw Dazai.
“I’ll have you know, the night you disappeared from the organization I opened a bottle of Petrus 1889 to celebrate. That’s how much I hate you bastard.” Chuuya said, teeth grit as he lifted himself just enough to have his back relax against the bed head.
A small laugh was emitted filling the room. A smirk fell upon Dazai face.
“I’m sure you did.” Dazai leaned over the edge of the bed to rub his hand against the top of Chuuya’s head. “I’m sure you did.”
The sobs continued harder than before with Chuuya covering his face trying to hide himself or even make himself seem smaller. He had realised a long time ago that Dazai was the only person that didn’t use him, that gave him options and even cared for his opinion. It hurt, everything hurt, his side, his heart, his eyes, everything. The pain was the worse within his chest.
“Why did you leave!” he sobbed, “I needed you, why!”
Dazai watched helpless as Chuuya continued to sob with his whole body shaking. He could see the pain he was going through.
“I’m sorry…” was all he could think to say. He had never realised how hard it was for Chuuya when he left. He never realised that Chuuya leaving the only family he had ever know for the one Dazai created for him needed him in it.
“if you’re sorry why’d you leave.” You could hear it in his voice, the pain, the sadness, the anger even. All the raw emotion that was behind those words became apparent.
“Chuuya. I thought about bringing you with me, but would you have gone that way? Would you have followed and been obedient?” Dazai monotoned, straight faced and cold again. “Would you have given everything up just to stay in my world.”
“YES! I would have. Had you have given me the option I would have gone with you.” Chuuya was getting more aggressive with his answers. He still had tears running down his face, but they weren’t loud sobs anymore.
“You never left my world Chuuya.” He flinches, there was no way that he heard that right he knew he meant nothing to everyone now, because the one person who seemed to think he was worth something left.
Dazai stood up, Chuuya’s eyes slowly following every movement, as he moved to it on the edge of the bed.
“I’ve always watched Chuuya, you’ve always been part of my family, and you are worth so much more then you think.” Dazai moved Chuuya slowly and carefully into his arms and wrapped them around the boy. “Everything will be okay. You’ll be okay.”
All the negative feelings that Chuuya had been feeling, the shame of having to have been saved, the regret he felt for not following Dazai that night, all vanished as he sat there wrapped in Dazai’s arms, softly crying.
