RIP IN PIECES CHUU CHUU ~fyodor
((OK SO THIS GOT OUT OF HAND and I realized it can actually be combined with the Dazai request soooooooo it’s both and also I cried writing this, you guys are Satan, thanks a lot, now suffer))
When Akutagawa had first reported to the executive team that a member of the Guild he’d faced once before - a man named Hawthorne - had resurfaced with no memory of his past, fighting for their new enemy, Chuuya had balked at the idea of a mind wipes and memory warping. True, abilities were unpredictable, and with each day they seemed to grow more far fetched. But to truly strip someone of their identity? The redhead had laughed initially; only someone weak would be taken in by that sort of thing. Would that he could say that now.
Once clear blue eyes had turned murky, a fog hanging in their depths that obscured the truth. There was only his purpose, his mission, his god. He’d only once looked into those purple depths in rage and apprehension, the moment the spider had sprung his trap, right before he’d mercifully pulled him apart piece by piece, all of the garbage, the secrets, the sin, scooped clear from his brain and replaced with something better. He knew no anger now, or what disappointment and abandonment tasted like. He had forgotten their sting, along with every little thing that had gifted him with their presence. Nothing remained but divine purpose.
The people he killed and the places he saw, nothing was familiar, even when those strange faces looked on him with horror, calling his name in disbelief. Laying still and silent, their bodies twisted and broken, he’d searched whatever was left of him for any connection to these people; it was his master’s hand on his shoulder that would pull him back.
“Wonderfully done, my sweet...” he’d purred, twisting a stray lock of crimson hair around his fingers, smile never touching his amethyst eyes, “My best and brightest warrior...you’re almost ready for your final mission.”
It came one night after the enemy had tried to infiltrate a building they were using as a satellite base, the culprits apprehended and held on the grounds outside; His master had grinned, telling the underlings that scurried around them like mice than he didn’t wish to damage the actual building. He’d called Chuuya to his side, pale spider-like hand against his back as they’d been escorted to their captives.
Two boys were restrained to the side, their figures cut in stark contrast, black and white. It was the man at the center, down on his knees, ringed by their men that drew his eyes.
“Chuuya,” he’d hissed in disbelief, red-brown eyes blown wide in shock.
Chuuya stopped short at that, staring at the man. He knew his name like the others. He knew him...there was no mistaking the look in his eyes. I know him too.
“Now, my dearest...” his master had called, directing his attention gently back to himself with fingers against his chin, “You’ve done everything to serve me loyally. I only ask one more thing of you...”
Chuuya stared back through cloudy eyes, awaiting his commands with bated breath.
Fyodor’s smile grew wider, delighted with Chuuya’s obedience, “You know how,” he whispered.
The old Chuuya would have been shocked, he would have fought, he would have screamed, he would have been scared. Not this Chuuya. Not when his master’s mission meant more to him than his very life.
“Yes, sir,” he replied as easy as breathing. The monster in front of him smiled, genuinely this time, stepping forward and pulling his chin up slightly. His lips touched Chuuya’s own in a mockery of a kiss, sharp, malicious eyes cut sideways to observe the man on the ground as he did so. Fear and rage in equal parts contorted the stranger’s face.
Chuuya had forgotten everything but he remembered the words. Stepping forward he waited for his master and their men to clear with the other two captives, gazing down at the man with his shaggy brown hair and mahogany eyes.
“Oh, grantors of dark disgrace...”
“Do not wake me again...”
He slips under the current of his own power, blank mind reduced to ever darker emptiness. Surely this is the end, he tells himself in his final moments of coherency, for he knows no man exists that can call him back from oblivion.
But he does. And he will.
When Chuuya comes back to himself, the pain is excruciating; immediately he knows that he is dying, and part of him wishes for nothing more. Arms cradle his broken body, wiping the blood from his face, a familiar voice calling to him through the haze Wake up, wake up, Chuuya please, wake up....
He looks up into warm brown eyes, the eyes he’s always glad to see when he opens his own, “I knew you,” he whispers, thoughts disjointed, but he has to tell Dazai, he has to make him understand, “I knew you, even...even when I didn’t know myself...I did...”
There are tears gathering in Dazai’s eyes, something Chuuya’s never seen before; he’d marvel at them if not for the sorry state he’s in, “I know. How could you not, partner?” he smiles, but it’s the saddest thing Chuuya’s ever seen in his life.
Chuuya smiles too, soft yet pained, eyes fluttering closed; Dazai brushes his hair aside, “I’m sorry, I was...too late this time,” his voice shakes.
“No,” Chuuya whispers, looking back up at him, “You were just in time.”
Dazai holds him until his body begins to shake, and when the cold creeps in he pulls him tighter. The lights fade and go dark, and when he asks where they’ve gone Dazai’s voice hitches; the sun is rising, doesn’t Chuuya see it? His hand curls in Chuuya’s own as he takes his last breaths, holding him against his chest, leaning down to steal one last kiss from his cold, pale lips.
