screaming and crying shannon bc the weapons prompts are sooo good but how about this one!! - "I didn't make you a monster. I just brought out what was already there."
Oh my goodness, I'm sorry this took like ten years Rosie, but here it is!
My own take on Beast!Chuuya having a moment post canon while imprisoned.
786 words; CW: Beast spoilers, mention of successful suicide and graphic aftermath
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The Special Division for Unusual Powers’ prison was in shoddier shape than the Mafia dungeons. The whole room was constructed with cracked concrete and several pipes exposed along the ceiling leaked, including one right above Chuuya's head. It was cold, where the liquid seeped across Chuuya’s scalp and down his face.
Chuuya couldn't figure if it was due to poor budgeting or a sanctioned form of torture. Probably a bit of both.
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Everything hurt. Chuuya’s wrists chafed from the metal ability blocking cuffs holding up his arms and his shoulders throbbed from the strain of his weight on them. His breath rattled out of his chest scraping at tender flesh along its whole path. Both from how he was hanging by his spread arms, where all the pressure kept his chest from expanding, and all the damage such an extended, lingering corruption ravaged his insides.
Chuuya tried to brace his toes on the concrete floor to support his own weight, only for his knees to scream in protest and immediately give out. His shoulders sent sharp warning signals up Chuuya’s neck in turn.
Slow, measured claps resounded in the corner of the cell accompanied by a mocking voice, “I didn’t think Chuuya could stoop so low.”
“Shut up.”
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“Hmm. No thank you~”
Chuuya raised his head and glared. There he stood. Dazai was remarkably pale in the piss-poor LED’s and the dark circles under his eyes were so deep, it looked like his eyes had sunken almost fully into his skull.
“Shut. Up. Dazai, you’re dead.”
Dazai slinked toward Chuuya, one over-exaggerated, swinging step at a time while he spoke, “Am I? Last I heard, dead people can’t talk.”
As Dazai tilted his head, Chuuya spotted a trickle of blood running down Dazai’s neck from the back of his skull.
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“I felt your shattered spine when I had to peel you off the pavement. I felt where your skull cracked open in several places like a demented fucking melon, dripping brain matter. Hell, I never got the chance to wash your blood off my hands.” Chuuya opened his palms wide to show the sticky flaking evidence, rattling the chains at his cuffs as he shook them.
“Because you went on a rampage with corruption, maybe hoping to die yourself?” Chuuya dropped his head to avoid looking. Dazai merely laid on the floor at his feet to gaze up at him, hands folded across his chest and a vicious grin splitting his lips. “Is that the reason for this self-exile? I know you know those cuffs can be overloaded, just like I know you wouldn’t have been so easily captured.”
Chuuya closed his eyes, but Dazai was relentless. He started humming the tune of some gameshow theme song they used to watch in the crappy motels during missions. All so Chuuya had no means to ignore him.
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Chuuya’s vocal folds are dry, scratching against each other in protest. “I never asked to be like this, but it’s exactly wanted isn’t it. To create a weapon capable of mass destruction.”
Dazai tutted at him. Even in the hiding place behind his eyelids, Chuuya could see Dazai’s look of condescension masked as concern. His voice was dripping in saccharine delight, “I didn’t make you a monster. I just brought out what was already there.”
Chuuya finally opened his eyes to spit passed Dazai’s head. He wasn’t in the mood to desecrate a corpse—spector? Whatever he was—even if it was Dazai. “Like the distinction even matters.”
The outcome was still the same. Dazai was gone and Chuuya tore down a chunk of Yokohama in return. Because he never could control himself.
Dazai’s humming stuttered and stopped before he asked, “you wonder why I decided to succeed this time?”
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Chuuya scoffed, ignoring the way he felt his attention pull, “you’ve wanted to die since before I met you.”
“Sure, but I always help back before. So why now?”
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Chuuya managed to balance on the balls of his feet, raising himself to appear larger, “Shut up.”
“And you know I was hiding something… something about that magic book. Maybe–”
Chuuya raised his voice despite how much it hurt. “I said, shut up!”
Dazai’s voice was far too close, speaking straight into Chuuya’s ear, “Maybe finding it could help bring me back, could help us find each other again?”
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