You just don't know it yet, but you love me.
Chuuya. Nakahara Chuuya, once king of The Sheep, the boy who Dazai forced into the Port Mafia, one way or another. His friends back in his little group had backstabbed him, quite literally- and Dazai left him no other option than to join the Port Mafia.
So, there it all began. Initially, Chuuya's goal in the Port Mafia was just to climb up the ranks as quickly as possible so he could actually get information about his past. It was just within the process, Dazai got caught in and refused to ever leave him alone.
Soon enough, they were known as the duo, Soukoku. Or, to put it simply- Double Black. Quite well known in the Port Mafia, they became iconic partner-in-crimes. Chuuya hated Dazai, and the feeling was mutual. Atleast that's what they told themselves.
Okay, sure, maybe Chuuya did loathe that bandaged bastard. However, at the same time, spending so much time together had successfully bloomed a certain, unfamiliar feeling in Chuuya's heart when he was close with the latter. Was that feeling mutual too? Chuuya's quite sure it is.
Except, was it really? Because one day- just one, very random day- Dazai left. He didn't even say goodbye to Chuuya. If anything, all the brunet did as a goodbye 'gift' was blow up his car. Chuuya wasn't upset, right? He should be glad that asshole was gone. Except he wasn't. No, not quite.
Anyway, that didn't matter now. All that was in the past. It has been four years since Dazai last stepped foot in the Port Mafia headquarters. This was supposed to be a fresh start. A life in the light, away from the deep darkness he once thrived in. The deep darkness he once thrived in with him, Chuuya.
"Become a good man. Save the orphans, leave the Port Mafia."
Odasaku once said. And so, Dazai did. On behalf of his dearest friend's final request.. he did everything he was told to do. He became, or atleast tried his best- to become a good man. He saved Atsushi from his miserable fate, giving him a purpose and a life. Lastly, the most important one..
He left the Port Mafia. Everything was going perfectly, in this new environment where he was happy, with new faces surrounding him and new routines to go through. He was two years into this new life.
...
And then he was kidnapped.
Okay, the kidnapping shouldn't be a big issue- he's quite experienced with it. Escaping would be a breeze, he shouldn't be too worried, knowing that he had his skills to aid him.
..Except....
It was Chuuya who held him captive. The person who knew him, perhaps better than he knew himself. Chuuya was the only person who could compete with him. He knew exactly how to keep him where he wanted him to be. If it was Chuuya, Dazai might not be able to escape.
A quick scan around the room, and the chains tightened around his wrists and ankles told him exactly that. There was no way out. He could only hope that Chuuya would soon release him, but..
That wouldn't be happening anytime soon. Chuuya wouldn't let his dearest Osamu abandon him again. Not this time, not ever.
..It was only then that Dazai realized- this wasn't the same Chuuya he knew when they were teenagers, no. He had grown into this obsessive, yet at the same time- furious beast.