Conversing
Verlaine was a strange man, Dazai thought. He was quite kind, yet he was still so successful, it didn’t really work in Dazai’s mind. The man had multiple weaknesses that he had showed to Dazai, he was so carefree. Maybe it’s only just a trick though. On the plane he was air sick. At the moment the man was on his third bathroom rush to go vomit. Dazai was feeling a bit dizzy himself, but it was nothing he hadn’t expected when he first got on the plane. He should’ve had some kind of reaction considering that this was his first time on an aeroplane. But as Verlaine was in the bathroom. It meant that Dazai was alone, with the ginger. Whom had gone back to him usual appearance when he got on the plane.
It was quiet. Chuuya was asleep. His eyes we’re closed, his breathing was calm, his body relaxed. His hair looked smooth and silky, and his skin looked soft, and to be completely honest, the guy had a pair of rather beautiful eyes. It was also something Dazai had never seen anything like it, he had never read about it, never seen it ever. The eyes were two different colours. It was weird, but it looked gorgeous.
The guy was interesting, but it didn’t make up for him being both short and a ginger, no, no way. From some perspectives he might look, okay. But he was still ginger, and short. Plus, they’re eleven. Dazai was sure that when they’re older, Chuuya will come to his senses and dye his silky pretty, red locks another colour; and maybe grow a few inches taller.
Wait, no, this is making it seem like Dazai was hoping for him to look better, that’s not true, not true at all. He was just thinking about things that could make the guy look better, not like he could hear his thoughts or anything anyways. Or was there magic for that, magic that Chuuya knows? No, now this was just overthinking, Chuuya’s 11, just like Dazai, and Dazai doesn’t know any magic. So Chuuya couldn’t know that much either. Like, he’s only seen him summon light and transform into a tiny angry doggy. Though, Dazai didn’t know any magic at all, but Chuuya on the other hand…
“Augh… I’m back boys, this sure is a nasty flight.” Verlaine was back from the aeroplane’s bathroom. “Eh? Chuuya’s asleep? Well, it’ll be calmer that way in that case, right? You should get some sleep too Dazai, this is a looooong flight y’know?” He said, sitting down on his seat.
“I’m not tired, but I’ll rest when I feel it’s needed, I promise.” Dazai replied quickly.
“I guess I’ll just have to trust you with that.” Verlaine hummed. Leaning back in the seat.
Silence surrounded the group. Nobody really knew what to say.
“Is London very different from Yokohama?” Dazai asked. Looking at Verlaine, the man was showing such vulnerability, closing his eyes, sitting in a comfortable and lazy position. He had only known Dazai for two days, and not only was he going to bring Dazai back with him to one of his own residences and have him stay with him and his family until he went to Hogwarts. He was also getting so comfortable around him; it was so strange.
“Well, yes. People speak a whole different language, discipline and traditions are way different, culture too. People don’t eat with chopsticks. Most people don’t eat food-food for breakfast, which I’ve seen is quite common in Japan, right?” Verlaine explained, straightening his back, and sitting right up again, looking over at Dazai.
“Mhm.” Dazai nodded. Though, he himself can’t remember the last time he had a proper breakfast like that.
“I’ve heard that Hogwarts has amazing food though. Whole feasts for dinner and such. But I’ve never been there. You and Chuuya will have to tell me all about it.” The blonde man’s lips curved into a smile. Not a creepy smile like Mori’s would’ve made, but a kind smile. Were all French people this strange? Though, the thought of food like that couldn’t help but make Dazai feel hungry. It made him remember he hadn’t had anything to eat except for that little candy Verlaine had given him after they finally had come out of the Tax-free at the airport, since Chuuya had insisted they go there specifically and get something he could snack on and read during the flight.
“Do they really serve that much food? How can they afford it? It must be expensive. Where do they get the money?” Dazai asked, letting hunger and curiosity get the better of his words.
“No idea. Must just simply be magic.” The French chuckled with and amused tone. “It would be a great question to ask one of your professors you’ll have at school though.” He suggested.
“Honestly, I don’t understand why I’m going to that place. My ability cancelled the magic on those weird books with magic, won’t it cancel any other kind of magic too in that case?” Dazai admitted his confusion. How strange all of this was. That he for once actually didn’t know what would happen.
“Maybe Mori want’s some connections in the magic world. How he found out you can wield magic I have no information of I’m afraid, and it’s really none of my business either. I just offered to help when I realized that maybe this could help Chuuya get some new friends! And learn to appreciates his talents and magical abilities more.” Verlaine glanced over at the sleeping ginger. Leaning his head against the window, his hat fallen down onto his lap. “And this opportunity will be perfect!”
“How so, I haven’t really gotten any information other than that I’m supposed to attend the place.” Dazai raised an eyebrow and tilted his head.
“You haven’t?” Verlaine’s eyes darted back to Dazai. “Mori didn’t explain it to you?” He has a confused expression, and it seemed to be contagious because it only made Dazai feel more clueless himself.
Dazai sighed. “No, he didn’t.” The blonde man’s eyebrows furrowed in even deeper confusion. “Could you tell me about it?”