ONANIST

The morning was rough for Dazai. Firstly, he realised that his phone was still death. He grumbled and put it in the electricity. When he left his room, with fresh bandages, he found a crying Kyouka in kitchen, even though she was already supposed to be gone. Dazai sigted and walked closer to her.

    "What's wrong Kyouka? Did something happen?" His voice gentle, yet raspy thanks to his little brokedown.

    "I.." she sniffed as she tried to talk, however her tears stopped her as it filled her face. Dazai ran closer to her, brought out a handkerchief which he used to dry her face up.

    "Shh, it's going to be okay Kyouka. Take a deep breath for me. In and out. In and out" he navigated her as he had got quite an experience how to calm someone whom has got a painic attack. Kyouka followed his instructions and calmed down after few minutes. Dazai smiled at her, helped her on her feet, "Now, I'll make us some drink and you will tell me what happened, okay?"

    She nodded her head and sitted down to the table. Dazai than fastly done her favourite latte with blueberries, for himself just plain espresso. He brought the drinks and looked at her, waiting until she would be comfortable to tell him what happened.

    "I've got a nightmare..I saw Mama and Papa" her voice flat, but still showing vulnerability.

    Dazai felt his heart drop. He knew from Fukuzawa what happened to her parents. They were murdered and she witnessed that, "I'm sorry to hear that Kyo. Grief and loss is hard. Your loved ones come to you, even though sometimes you don't appreciate it"

    Kyouka looked up at him, "You saw someone die as well?"

    Her question took him off guard. Of course she could see deeper behind the way be talks, "Yeah. I did watch one of my friends die. I know..well don't know. However I've got idea how you feel"

    Her eyes shifted back to her drink, "I'm sorry for your loss Osamu. How was he like?"

    Dazais hand clenched around his cup as she asked that, "I'll tell you..someday. Not today, we need to stop being so soppy! What would you say that I'll take you to the Old World with me. You can just play with cats all day long and forget everything"

    "Can I? But what about school?" Her eyes sparkled even at the thought of cats.

    "Don't worry about that. I'll text Fukuzawa, he will understand" he clarify as he stood up and went for his phone, which now had 46%. Without thinking he quickly texted Fukuzawa (simple messages: code 04) and came back to Kyouka, "Put on some comfy clothes. We'll leave in ten minutes"

    She immediately left to her own room, to take off her school uniform and put on something less uncomfortable. He stayed in kitchen as he opened the unread texts from Chuuya.

10:56 P.M.

Chuuya: I hope I'd become your safe place as well Dazai.

    He smiled as he saw the message he couldn't read yesterday. Chuuya is such a sweetheart, however he ment it platoniclly, Yeah surely he did.

4:37 A.M.

Chuuya: I HATE WAKING UP THIS EARLY >:(

Chuuya: But you know what's worse than that?! TODAYS PHOTOSHOT!

Chuuya: It's going to be playboy..fucking perfect^_^

    Dazai snickered as he read that. Oh Chuuya surely does hate these types of photo shootings. I can't say that I was a fan myself.

6:12 A.M.

Me: Oh poor baby Chuuya ^○^

Me: Just think through the whole day about the best cacao I'd make you ☆-☆

Not even minute passed as Chuuya texted him back.

Chuuya: Hell yeah! I'd need that. Everyone's acting super grumpy today..even Kouyou.

Dazai looked at the message. It surely ment something. Kouyou was always someone like a big sister to everyone. When she's feeling down, everyone does.

Dazai: Maybe you can bring her some day. I bet playing with cats will make her happy again.

"Who are you texting" Dazai almost threw his phone across the room as Kyoukas voice broke the silence. She was already in her comfort clothes; a matching set of bunny trousers and jumper.

    "Just one of my friends I made in cofe" He put his phone back in pocket of his coat and took the keys of the apartment into his hand.

    "Oh..is he good guy?" Kyouka asked as she put on her Hello Kitty converse.

    "He's fine. Honest person." Dazai simply replied as he put on his own black converse. With that they left the flat. Walked on comfortable silence until they made it into the shop.

    "Hey there Dazai." Tanizaki greeted him as he was cleaning the machine. When he glanced up and saw Kyouka his head tilted as he was confused who she was.

    "This is my sister Kyouka. She didn't felt good so I brought her there" Dazai smiled at him as Kyouka silently stood beside him and waved at Junichiro. He smiled at her and came back to his previous work.

    Dazai took Kyoukas heand into his as he guided her into his office, where the cats has got a safe zone of they felt overwhelmed by the people.

    "You can be there. If you'd need something just tell me. I'll be right there" He smiled at her as she sitted down and petted Byakko. Her answer was just a simple nod of understanding.

    Dazai returned back to the front and begun to work on the orders with Junichiro. After the rush was over he gave him a break. In this meantime Fukuzawa entered the shop. He smiled at Dazai whom already started to work on his favourite drink.

    "Hey there Fukuzawa" he smiled at the white haired older man.

    "How is your day Osamu?" Fukuzawa asked him as he watched Dazais hands move around.

    "It's ok" he settled the cup before him and gave him two sugars. He knew Fukuzawa already got an idea.

    "Is Kyouka alright? It's been a long time sice she got an episode like this" Fukuzawa grabbed his coffee and took a sip.

    "I think she's already calmed down. However you know how she is; never open fully" Dazai rested his forearms on the counter and laid his head on top of his palms.

    "Exactly like you." Fukuzawa chuckled and ran his hand through his soft brown hair. Dazai closed his eyes and leaned into his soft touch, "You're so similar. It makes me think you could've been actual siblings".

    Dazai hummed, "No way. My parents couldn't ever create someone as perfect as Kyouka". He remembered his biological family. Yet his memories were blurry.

    Fukuzawa smiled as he lifted his hand and pulled it back into his pocket, "Maybe..but now you are. And I love you all"

    Dazai felt his heart drop as Fukuzawa said that. Of course it should be normal for your father to say he loves you however he wasn't used to it. He couldn't even bring to call Fukuzawa father. Even if deep inside he saw him like one, "We know..I'm happy that you took me in even though you could've just left me on the street"

    "No way I'd do that. You were just a kid. None should leave someone vulnerable alone" Fukuzawa shaked his head.

    "I was 18" Dazai correct him. In his mind he never truly was a kid. And when he turned eighteen, he haven't had any excuse to be called one.

    "That's still a teenage years. Even if I found you today I'd still took you in." Fukuzawa yet already lectured him. Dazai looked up at him and saw the truth behind his eyes. He was genuine. He'd help him every time, "Anyway. I went there to took Kyouka back home. Ranpo is capable of running the agency today".

    "I think it would be the best solution. Plus she would have you" Dazai nodded his head as he walked to his office where he found his younger sister drawing on the floor.

    "Dad is there to get me home?" She looked up and put down the wax crayon. 

    Dazai chuckled as he figured our she would overhear their conversation,"Yeah. Are you ready to go?". 

    She nodded and stood up with her sketchbook in arms. They both walked out of the room. When Kyouka saw Fukuzawa she smiled and walked to him. He gave her a warm hug and took her hend into his.

    "Be safe Osamu." Fukuzawa said his goodbye and both of them walked out of the shop.

    Dazai was left alone. He waited till Junichiro came back from his brake and than he walked back into his office. He sitted down and opened his laptop. He logged in and opened his personal files. There on the first sigt wasn't nothing suspicious, however when he clicked over few folders he entered the files that contained everything about the PMC.

    Mori trusted him back than and let him run almost the whole company, even though je was just a fifteen years old troubled kid. Of course he saved these files with all the passwords so ge could look into the business even now.

    Dazai opened the file where the timeline of the offers was. He scrolled down to the actual date. There he found a times when each of the models were woking and for whom. He sighted as he noticed how tight the times were. He's going to overwork them. No wonder even Kouyou is grumpy.

    He looked over the names of companies and photographers as he felt his stomach twist. He remembered exactly whom they were, how they treated their clients and what they did to them.

    "That filthy man" he mumble as he clenched his mouse that it almost broke. When he noticed that Kouyou was assigned to him almost 3 times a week he felt the need to murder Mori even that guy.

    The flashbacks came back into his head. The first time he was forced to go to him; to give him the VIP service. The man's filthy breath filled with bacon and beer. His fat fingers around hsi neck. The way his tongue dirtied his body. The way he took the last thing from him when he was just 15.

    Dazai took a sharp breath to concrete on anything else but this. His eyes opened and looked back into the screen. Only Kouyou goes to him..poor soul.

    He was disgusted, however a bit happy that not Akutagawa or Chuuya were assigned to him. If they would've been he would surely do something bad.

    He rather closed the tab and went on the google. There he searched his old model name, out of curiosity, to see what people write about him. He opened the newest article and started reading.

The start of the Japan, Demon prodigy, where did he vanished to? His popularity big as one of the best pop start like Taylor Swift or Melanie Martinez. Who would throw away such a fame? -only a fool.

"I resonate with the last part" voice behind him made Dazai jump. When he turned around he saw Chuuya in a casual clothing. Black tracksuit, simple green hoodie and black martens. When he noticed how Dazai jumped up he snickered, "Lost your self while reading about him?"

    Dazai composed himself and smiled, "You could say that. Is anyone there?"

    "Nuh. We're there alone" Chuuya shifted his wight from one leg to another and let his arms rest on his chest, "I'm still waiting for my drink".

    Dazai stood up, closed his laptop and moved to the front, "Ah of course. We can't have the chibi die from not getting his daily dose of hot chocolate"

    "Chibi?! What kind of nickname is that!" Chuuya huffed as he lunched himself on Dazai. He just pushed the ginger away as he looked down at him, "You're small. Like a little slug". That made Chuuya even more furious, "Slug! Oh wait you little shit! I'm going to call you..mackerel" he smirked as he thought of the best nickname/insult.

    Dazai tilted his head as Chuuya called him by a fish name. He poured the chocolate into the cup as he chuckled, genuinely, "Now that's creative my little chibi slug".

    Chuuya took angrily the cup and took a sip before he lashed out, "Oh shut up you stupid mackerel bastard-". Before he could continue insulting Dazai a doors opened. Chuuya quickly hid beneath the counter as he didn't wanted to be seen. Dazai understood that and just nodded as he looked whom entered the shop. It was none other than Yosano.

    She ran to him and slammed the papers she held in her hand onto the wood, "I'm going to fucking cry out of a joy! Look at these photos of Kouyou!" She screamed as she was tapping on the photo of her celebrity crush.

    "Yosano, calm your lesbian ass down" Dazai sigted as he petted her on head, "I understand she's hot, however can't you talk about this to someone else whom isn't working?".

    She looked up, "Ranpo is reading a new book from that author he's obsessed with, Kyouka..well I don't want to overwhelm her after her episode and Atushi is at Lucy's house doing some school project. So no. I don't have anyone else!".

    Dazai chuckled as she listed the reasons, "Well I'm going home in like half an hour. When I get there you can lash out your love for Kouyou on me." He tried to get her away, because well..Chuuya was literally on his knees under him.

    "Alright..however be prepared!" Yosano sigted, picked up a cookie and left the shop with rumbling about something how man are stupid and woman are so hot bla bla..

    Chuuya immediately stood up when Yosano closed the doors. There was a slight blush on his face, "Gosh..this was embarrassing. Sorry Osamu"

    Dazai just shaked his shoulders as he snickered, "Don't apologise. I should apologise for my sisters behaviour. She's really obsessed with Kouyou".

    Chuuya took a sip of his drink as he sitted down on the counter with one leg crossed over one, "I understand her. Ane-san is good looking lady".

    Dazia almost didn't heard what he said. His mind concentrated on another thing. His legs, how perfectly good looking they were. How his hands retsed on both side of his body. His face without make-up, shoving the feckless around his cheeks and nose. His mind filled with thoughts, that weren't family friendly.

    "Osamu? Are you listening?" Chuuya asked as he lightly pinched Dazias hand. That woke him up.

    "Um yeah. I just thought about something" Dazai quickly mumbled as he put his one hend into the pocket. No way he's going to say that he thinks Chuuyas hot. Not when they know each other a fuckin day.

    "Something or someone?" Chuuya smirked as he could see on Dazais face that it was something dirty.

    "Maybe it was someone." Dazai turned around and cleaned the now empty cup.

    "Oh don't tell me you've got crush on someone. Or worse, on that freak" Chuuya jumped down from the counter and leaned on the wall next to Dazai.

    "Freak? You mean the Demon prodigy?" Dazai looked up. This caught his attention. Getting Chuuyas though about his old self sounded good.

    "Yeah, of course I mean him. I don't get why everyone fuss about him even though he ran away." Chuuya huffed and twisted his arms.

    "I don't know. Maybe they are jealous. None knows anything about him, yet he's famous. Quite ironic" Dazai turned his head to face Chuuya and look into his eyes.

    "I think he's coward." Chuuya looked back into his eyes. They held an eye contact for split of second before Dazai looked away.

    "You don't wanna run away from PMC?" The question was genuine. He wanted to know why he was there. What makes him stay there.

    "I..Well I can't say that the thought didn't make it into my head. However I won't leave. I've got friends there" Chuuya walked closer to him, "Would you leave if you were in my spot?".

    Dazai held in a laughter. If? Chuuya I was in your spot, "I would ran away the moment I'd get the chance.".

    "Really? What about money? Fame?" Chuuya tilted his head. He really thought that Dazai wouldn't ran away.

    "I don't care about these. Plus both of these destroy you. Slowly, you won't notice until it's too late and your body already rotten" Dazai turned his whole body towars him, "You must be careful Chuuya. I don't want you to be another dead rose in Moris puget."

    Chuuya froze for a second. He looked up at Dazai and searched his face. Dazai knew that he now said something only people whom are close to the boss would knew. However he didn't care. He wanted to protect him from Moris claws that already started to strangle Chuuyas neck.

    Dazai gently moved his hand and put his palm slowly on Chuuyas cheek. Afraid that if he moved to quickly he would break him, "Be careful. He is a slimy man".

    Chuuya firstly flinched, however after second he melted into Dazais touch. None touched him like this for long time (only Kouyou), "I'd be careful Osamu. I promise".

    Dazai smiled as Chuuya melted into his touch. He brought his other hand and ran his fingers though his long hair. He leaned closer and rested his head on top of his head. He smells so good. Chuuya than put his arms around his neck and huged him. They stayed like this for what they thought was an eternity. They found comfort in each other. Humans, whom could trust each other without the fear of being judged.

    "I think I should go Chuuya. Or Yosano would lose her mind" Dazai whispered into Chuuyas hair as he pulled away.

    "Yeah, I need to go as well" Chuuya brought his hands back down. They silently watched each other. Firstly moved Dazai, he picked up his bag and than both of them left the shop. When Dazai was locking the doors he felt Chuuyas palm on his fingers. He opened his fist and let him held his hand.

    "Osamu?" Chuuya broke the silence as he looked up at him. Dazai looked down and gave him permission to talk.

    "I feel really comfortable with you. I haven't had a good friend..well since I joined the PMC. I don't have anyone whom I can really talk to. Akutagawa has got hsi problems and Kouyou..I don't want to worry her." He stopped for a second to collect the words he wanted to say, "I know we are almost strangers however I still feel the connection. I don't know if it's thanks to my ability to fall in love so easily but-".

    "Chuuya, I care about you too. I feel the same way" Dazai stopped his rumbling as he noticed that Chuuya started to be lost in his own words.

    Chuuyas eyes widened, he didn't expect that, "Really? But what if it's a mistake?"

    Dazai chuckled and yet again touched his cheek, "I don't care. Even if it's going to hurt. I want to be yours Chuuya".

  When those words left Dazais mouth Chuuya smiled. He leaned closer, his nose touching, "Let's ruin each other, my dear Osamu". 

    Chuuya closed the space between them. Their lips crushing together in soft yet desperate kiss. Dazai moved his hands to Chuuya waist and held into his flesh while Chuuya tingled his fingers in Dazais hair to bring him down. Their mouth danced in uncontrolled dance. Their bodies touching, with no space left between them. They were dirty, they were perfect.

    Chuuya broke the kiss as he looked Dazai into eyes while both of theme were breathless, "I love you Osamu"

When Chuuya came back into his apartment he flet most alive in a years. He surely knew that his action were reckless. But he didn't care. He needed something like that for a long time and Dazai was a perfect person in his eyes right now.

    He laid down on the bed and took out his phone. His instagram filled with notifications. The photoshop from today did really well. He quickly went through some comments and smiled to himself. His fans were really cute and polite (well most of them). However when he looked in the likes he felt like he's going to have a heart attack. One of the person whom was shown was an user username: @The_demon_prodigy.

He double checked if he was seeing right. Then he stormed out of his room and ran to Kouyous apartment. When she opened the doors she was already in her light pink robe.

    "What's wrong lad? You look like you've seen a ghost" her voice tired, as she most likely already wanted to sleep.

    "Because I saw a fuckin ghost! Look!" He gave her his phone to show her the person whom liked his post.

    Her eyes widened a bit, before she laughed, "Seems like our dear Demon prodigy is still alive".

    Chuuya felt his temper rising, "But you don't understand. He didn't had any activity for 4 years and the first thing he does is liking my fricking post!".

    Kouyou sigted as she gave him a comforting smile, "It's not the end of the world, lad. It's nice that someone like he gave you an attention. It's going to make you rise even more now".

    Chuuya sighted as he closed the app and rested his head on Kouyous chest, "I just don't get it. Why?"

    She ran her hand though his hair as she whispered into his ear, "That's a mystery. Like the whole existence of his.".