30 Grave - Dazai x Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs)
They sat there as the smoke swirled threateningly around them making everything look further away in the haze. Dazai knew it was just the beginning; all was still to be decided. Including the fate of himself and arguably worse, the ginger who was currently resting in his lap.
“Chuuya?” Dazai asked jostling the petite man and earning a small groan as a reply. “I don’t know how this will end. If we are to survive. Would you object if I dug two graves for us my dear? Chuuya growled but in his current state it felt more like a deep but pained whimper. “Shit joke samu-“ Chuuya grumbled as Dazai stayed quiet. He was only quiet when he was serious. Dazai felt Chuuya tense under the hand on his spine as he realized this may truly be the end.
“Any regrets?” Chuuya asked quietly. Dazai stayed quiet as he thought back to the endless wave of darkness his life had been to that point. “Two.” Dazai muttered. If this was going to be the end such a thing as pride would be nothing in a moment anyways.
“I have one too. You first.” Chuuya demanded, even though his already fatigued voice was muffled by Dazai’s thigh, quiet enough to be a pleading whisper.
“Not enacting my revenge on that bastard Mori, for Oda, for me, for you.” Dazai chuckled darkly as he looked at the wreckage around him, just another thing he helped destroy. “Hear ya there. And two?” Chuuya asked as he stared up at Dazai with those icy blue eyes that somehow melted his cold heart.
Dazai’s hand slid up his back moving to cup his pale cheek as he gave him a heartbroken but true smile. “Not officially making you mine.” His eyes widened in surprise as the smaller male chuckled.
“Looks like we might have matching graves and regrets.”