"Ah, what a lovely view!" Chuuya exclaimed from the stairs leading down into the Port Mafia torture chambers, his hazel eyes locked onto the appearance of his old—and thought to be dead—partner, Dazai Osamu, "It rivals a billion dollar masterpiece!" At that, Dazai looked mortified.

Making his appearance all the more well-known, he walked over to the brunet-haired man chained to the wall, "And what a lovely reaction you've just given me! I'm so happy I could strangle you to death!" He spoke with a smirk twisting his face and a glare that tried to pierce through Dazai's soul, though the man didn't exactly have one to pierce

"Well, well, the pipsqueak in black has some mouth," Dazai commented, "I've always wondered... Where did you buy such a sorry-looking hat?"

"Say what you will, you vagabond!" Chuuya retorted, "You're the one going on about dying at your ripe old age!" To which Dazai hummed in agreement... Chuuya groaned, the man was as infuriating as ever. But he had to admit, the sight of him chained to the wall as one he never thought he'd enjoy quite this much

The two's bickering went on for a while as Dazai tried to push as many buttons as he could to get Chuuya to abandon him, but instead he almost ended up with his hands being kicked off,

"I don't know what you're scheming... But your plot is ruined," Chuuya spoke, holding his overcoat over his shoulder as his free hand extended to point at Dazai, challenging him, "Fight me, Dazai,"

"Chuuya..." Dazai sighed, snapping his fingers and showing the man he could have escaped any time, "You think you can stop me? Surely you jest,"

"So you could have escaped at any time..." Chuuya noted, "Well this is just perfect then!" He exclaimed, charging at the bandage-covered man.

The two men dueled; it was never-ending or at least felt like such from the way Dazai continued to read Chuuya's moves. No matter what he tried to pull, Dazai always blocked it or dodged... This man was infuriating! It had been four years, had Chuuya really not gotten more difficult to read after all that time? As Dazai grabbed onto Chuuya's arm, the strawberry blond man yelled out, "You call that a punch!?" as he sent the man flying backwards into the wall, creating a rather uncomfortable looking dent in the concrete wall, "That was hardly even a massage!"

It only got worse when Dazai told him he really did figure out all of his moves... Though, a part of Chuuya knew the man was just thinking quick on his feet for most of this rather than truly having him memorized down to a T.

At the taunting, however, Chuuya charged forward again and pinned Dazai up against the wall, grabbing out his knife but before he could bother doing much with the blade, Dazai chose a different tactic and wrapped the strawberry blond into a kiss. Nothing sweet, in fact it almost hurt but god was it distracting. It didn't take long for the two to stumble off the wall and roll down onto the floor past then, messily touching each other in a way that would make a grown man want to look away. This was all so wrong, so so wrong and Chuuya knew it... But it also felt so good that the bad got outweighed for the moment.