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Muffled screams echoed throughout the alleyway, walls being splattered messily with fresh red blood. Another death was added onto Dazai Osamu’s long list of unfortunate victims.
He sighed, looking down at his now blood covered clothes that were stained from the two bodies that laid lifeless on the dirty alleyway.
Rearranging the bodies wasn’t exactly easy. The guy he had picked to kill was heavy, and it took much more effort for Dazai to even move him than he needed for the girl.
After 40 minutes, he had finally managed to pull the image he had in mind for the two lovers. They were placed in a way that could only be described as beautiful—at least to his standards anyway.
‘Well then, looks like it’s time to head home.’ Dazai thought before he swiftly turned around and started to walk to his apartment where his own personal lover was.
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When he had arrived home, he was greeted with a delicious smell of his favorite food— Crab.
“Oh my, is my beloved dog really making me crab tonight? How thoughtful of you, Chuuya!” He said while he walked over to the kitchen.
“I’m not your dog, dammit!” Chuuya yelled while he placed the meal on the dining table he had prepared. “Sit down and eat, you Mackerel.” Chuuya said after sitting down on the opposite side of the table with Dazai.
As per usual, his Chibi’s cooking was delicious, far better than anything else he had tasted in his life. But then again, meals were always better if his Chuuya was there with him, regardless if the food itself was actually good or not.
After they had finished eating, they both helped with the cleaning, with Chuuya washing the dishes while Dazai dried them and put them on the rack.
“Tell me about tonight.” Chuuya said in a soft voice, a voice Dazai had always been fond of. He hummed in response, tapping his chin as if he was actually trying to remember despite it only happening hours prior.
“To start off, the victims I picked were a young woman and a…”
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The combination of gentle hands in his wet hair and warm water on his skin made Dazai sleepy, waiting for the moment where he could hold his lover in his arms until the sun rose from its hiding place and onto the sky above them.
Chuuya hummed a wordless tune, aiming at nothing in particular. No matter how sick Dazai was in the head, Chuuya always loved him anyway. Even back then when Chuuya found Dazai with a bloody knife in his hands and a lifeless body in his arms.
The bond he and his beloved had was nothing but soulmates. Two different souls that are bounded together in every universe—in every life. Love was a strong word, but when it came to Chuuya it didn’t even hold a candle to what he felt towards him.
Even if Dazai searched the whole world—the whole universe, he would never be able to find the right words to describe what he truly feels for Chuuya.
“Hey, you here with me, Osamu?” Chuuya asked, poking his cheek with his index finger. He soon realized that he was in his—no, their bedroom. He was under the covers with his one and only lover, wrapped snugly around the comforter that was on him.
“Of course I am Chibi! I’ll always be here with you.” He replied smoothly. He looked down into those azure blue eyes. His lover truly was a sight for sore eyes, oh how he loved the little redhead.
Said redhead punched his chest softly before cuddling with him. The brunette followed soon after, holding the Chibi close to his body, tightly holding onto him as if he was going to leave him if he didn’t.
No matter how many times he kills and tries to put his feelings for his lover into a picture, he would never be able to do it because his trust and love for this man in his arms will never be able to be put into words and actions.