@controliisms [ cont ] :
something had gone horribly, horribly wrong.
dazai was a rather proud person - sure of his calculations, wicked in believing in his schemes and sticking to them religiously, and yet – he had made a severe mistake. with chuuya sent out to take care of a few gang squabbles ( it appeared some people had been making threatening advances towards the port mafia ) dazai had considered himself safe. he was, naturally, protected in the mafia headquarters. only, he hadn’t ever suspected that that was the day their enemies would act - and with their most gifted away, the headquarters was under a serious attack.
dazai had immediately been shut into his quarters by the guards, who had stood diligently outside of his doors until dazai could hear the shots being fired, hear their bodies falling to the floor. the click of the lock never came, though, and that had perhaps lulled dazai into a false sense of security. until he wasn’t secure anymore.
at first, he feels nothing. hands fly down almost immediately to grip the blade that has been driven through his chest and twisted in a jolt of nauseating pain. there’s a wire around his neck, cutting into the skin there, and dazai can feel the knife being pulled out sharply. his lips are parted, and yet he doesn’t think he’s screaming - doesn’t think he can. he can only barely register the feeling of a bullet piercing his chest, and there’s a desperate hope that it had missed any vital organs.
when the wire’s back around his neck, dazai accepts his own death. there’s no way he won’t die here, at the hands of these petty criminals. only a few moments later, he feels nothing. the wire is gone, and the assassins are gone with it, but he’s falling - barely registering hitting the floor, bleeding out in a morbid display. there’s blood on his lips. the doors to his room are opening, and he’s not sure who it is.
he can only hope they’ll give him a quick death.
It’s not like they’ve never made a mistake.
But usually it’s something insignificant - usually it doesn’t lead to Dazai being left somewhat defenseless with most of the Executives away from the base, unable to protect him; it’s not like Dazai can’t fight at all, but his Ability is useless for offense, especially if his opponents aren’t using their own against him, and he’s below average for the Mafia in physical fighting skills ( because he’s never needed to be otherwise, Chuuya was always there to pick up the slack-- ) and Chuuya knows all of this, that’s why he always hates leaving Dazai’s side, but--
They’ve never been this wrong before. Dazai should have been safe, this mission should have gone just like any other, Chuuya should have been the only one injured if either one of them was because he can take it, he can defend himself, he’s strong enough to destroy any threat that so much as dares challenge him and Dazai isn’t.
It’s exactly those sorts of unhelpful thoughts that are drifting through his head as he races up the side of the building, not even bothering with going inside, right up until his fears are confirmed in what might be the worst sight he’s ever seen. Corruption immediately presses up under his skin, but he doesn’t give into it no matter how much he wants to - Dazai is badly injured, so these fuckers will die right now, but Chuuya doesn’t want to catch a clearly-near to unconscious Dazai in a blast - instead making quick work of them with his knife even as they do their best to evade.
He’s glad that he hears Kouyou and the others open the door just as he moves to catch Dazai, picking him up, mindful of the clear stab and bullet wounds in his stomach and chest, putting pressure on the latter and yelling orders to the others filling into the room. There’s so much blood, and Chuuya doesn’t have enough hands to carry Dazai and cover the wounds at the same time, but he’s taking off without even waiting to see what the others do, hearing Kouyou quickly take over.
No way in hell is he letting Dazai die to these bastards.
