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Dazai sat atop his wooden bed gazing lazily at the empty darkness that surrounded him. It was late, He could hear the faint snores of his companions. Times like these Dazai envied his comrades. Sleep never came easy to him, it was always a battle. And today, he didn't feel like fighting.
His best friend Odasaku collapsed whilst in combat with a pack of dire wolves. Usually, weak beasts such as those would be an easy fight. especially for a man like Oda Sakunouske.
Everyone was bewildered out of their mind, Atsushi stayed behind to take care of the wolves whilst the remaining adventures rushed Sakunosuke to the on sight doctor working temporarily at the guild. She claimed he had been poisoned and she didn't have the right herbs to make the antidote.
Dazai blinked, staring out into the empty void. Who would poison Odasaku? He was pleasant to be around, hadn't hurt any other members in the guild and didn't have any major enemies he knew of. On top of that, he only ever killed magical beasts.
Yosano, the famed wandering doctor claimed he had to have been intentionally poisoned by someone, this particular poisoning couldn't just come from eating the wrong berries. It had to be personally brewed specifically for an intentional victim. Quite the lengthy process she described.
Yosano claimed she could slow the effects but not permanently stop them. They had around two months, tops. Before- he didn't even want to think about it. Odasaku would not die like this, he was far too strong. And dazai would find the cure. If it was the last thing he did.
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“Dazai-san, are you certain this is the right place..?” Atsushi had been trailing dazai silently for a while now, trusting his mentor was leading them to the right direction. However, once they had passed the same tree for the fourth time now, Atsushi wasn't so sure.
“Yes yes of course I am! When have I ever led you in the wrong direction?” every time we go out adventuring together. Atsushi fought the urge to say this.
They had been walking around the nearby forests in search of the herb Yosano needed to finish her antidote for odasaku. They had split up into groups, Atsushi and Dazai then Kunikida and Kenji.
He hoped the other group was having better luck than they were.
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The day was quickly changing into night, Dazai and Atusushi had no luck finding the herbs Yosano spoke of. Dazai let out a long, dramatic sigh. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the sketch Yosano gave them of the herb, he threw it to the ground. “Stupid plant. Why can't you just appear already?” he slammed his boot over the paper. Atsushi's eyes widened. “Dazai-san, we still need that! You can't destroy it!” He bent down and lifted the dirty paper from the ground and put it into his pocket.
These reckless actions were nothing like his mentor.
“We haven't explored that mountain range yet, how about we get some rest and we can head out in the morning.” Atsushi gestured to the tall mountains breaching the clouds in the distance.
Dazai sighed again.“That's the… you know what? Let's just go now. Neither of us are getting any sleep tonight. Let's go while the night's still young.”
Atsushi stared at his mentor. He was well aware of what mountain range he pointed to. If anywhere was to have the herb it would be there. However, that still didn't erase the fear in his mind. But, It was better to die trying than not try at all. His motto. And there was clearly no persuading Dazai once he set his mind on something.
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The sound of crunching leaves, snapping twigs and heavy breathing was all that could be heard from the forest. It was quiet, unnaturally so. Dazai took the lead, holding his staff in his left hand and spell book in his right. Ready to attack the second the moment presented itself.
“Wait,” Atsushi crouched down, “look, I don't recognise this plant.” he points to a small shrubbery on the mossy path. “Ah, we must be nearing our destination.” Dazai says, he looks towards the dark forest. No use waiting around for something to come eat them. “Let's go, grab a sample of that shrub quickly. The less time we spend here the better.”
“Agreed.”
The pair continued into the mountains. The trees grew thicker, limiting their vision. Atsushi, being a shapeshifter, has much better night vision than Dazai so naturally, he took the lead. Atsushi picked up any plants he didn't recognise, Dazai took samples and drew sketches of them as they may be helpful to Yosano.
Hours passed like this. Handing his mentor a new plant he started, “Dazai-san, maybe we should head back?” Feeling slightly drowsy.
“No we can't, Odasaku is counting on us. I'm not leaving until I've found the cure.” He stated, not once looking up from his sketchpad as he took the plant Atsushi offered him.
Atsushi sighed, no use arguing with the man when he was like this.
Dazai was on edge. He did not like the dark, He was afraid of what lurked, Hiding in the constrictions of his eyesight. Something about this place felt off. His instincts were screaming at him to get the hell out. But his devotion to saving Odasaku caused him to lose sense of reason.
He wished he could cast a palm fire spell, sadly that would only attract unwanted attention. And possibly a forest fire. Alas, he was stuck cowering behind his student.
The leaves beneath his feet lost their crunch making the once silent forest even silenter.
Atsushi forced some of the bushes to part with his arm, urging Dazai to follow quickly. Dazai stumbled through the bushes into a large clearing. The trees had thinned creating a large grass area illuminated by moonlight.
“I don't smell anything dangerous nearby, maybe we should set up camp here for the night? You look like a walking corpse, Dazai-san.”
Dazai sighed, the boy was right. As much as he hated to admit it, his body needed rest.
“Alright, go find a suitable tree, I’ll unpack the ropes and hammocks.” Atsushi nodded, then rushed off, eager to sleep.
Dazai sighed and plopped down on the ground. The damp grass seeping through his pants, he didn't mind, the cold a welcome sensation. Staring up at the full moon partially covered by clouds and the entourage of stars brought him no joy, yet he looked anyway. Odasaku always enjoyed looking up at them. He would always wonder, what if there was other life in those small specks so far away? The thought brought the man joy, seeing Odasaku happy made Dazai happy.
He smiled up at the sky before reverting his gaze to the backpack laying in front of him. He unclasped the main compartment and grabbed the ropes, slinging them over his shoulder. Standing from his perch on the ground, he heard the crunch of a twig behind him. His mood shifted in an instant. It couldn't have been Atsushi, he would've called out if he found a suitable tree. Something else was here.
He stayed standing, pretending to be searching through his bag, not letting whatever this was get the hint he had caught on. More rustling behind him and then, a loud growl and something lunged its large body at him. He had been expecting an attack like this. However, not at this speed, or size.
Luckily, instinct took over and he managed to dodge the attack and move out of the way, barely.
The wolves claws managed to graze his bandaged arm.
He snapped his head to his attacker only to be met with the hungry face of a dire wolf. Dazai and his guild party had encountered numerous packs of wolves during hunts. They posed no threat and did not dare attack unless provoked. This one however, was at least triple the size of the wolves he was used to, towering above him and was marked with strange symbols, almost engraved into the beast's skin.
The adventurers that had made it out of these woods had told tales of beasts bigger and stronger than anything they had ever seen, some even rivaled the size of an ogre. It appeared they weren't exaggerating, if anything they were severely underestimating.
He opened his spell book, however, the beast must have known what he was planning to do as it lunged at his hand holding the book next. He managed to dodge but lost his book in the process, discarded to the dirty ground.
“So you're clever huh?” He took a step back from the wolf, appearing to back down, then lunged forward. Landing a solid hit on the beast's face. Its eyes lit up with a dark fury from the unexpected attack. The wolf barely even stumbled.
Dazai was beginning to regret not strength training with the others. He prepared to make a run for the trees when he heard a loud shout, “DAZAI, THERE'S WOLVES, SO MANY OF THEM. YOU NEED TO GET OUT OF HE-” Atsushi's voice was cut off by a brain curdling crunch. He prayed to whatever god was listening, that it was not Atsushi's. Lest he needed to find even more of those stupid herbs.
He knew Atsushi could handle himself, but that didn't stop him from charging right back into the forest, following the direction of the shouts. The wolf quickly followed him, chasing right on his heels. He would have to come back for his book later.
“ATSUSHI, WHERE ARE YOU? ARE YOU ALRIGHT?” he cupped his hands around his mouth as he shouted, hoping it would reach his young apprentice.
But, was met with silence, much longer than he felt comfortable with. He was preparing to shout again when Atsushi beat him to it, “I'M ALRIGHT, CAMPING IN A TREE. YOU NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE. WE CAN RECONVENE IN THE MORNING!”
Hearing that brought instant relief to dazai, the bone crunching must've been the wolves. Maybe the gods were listening.
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p>Now, it was time to worry about his own increasingly fast problem. The wolf was so close now he could feel its strong, heavy breathing against his legs. This wasn't good. He made a sharp turn then ran through the densely packed bushes.
He raised his arm to swipe the branches and leaves out of his face as he ran, pushing them aside. He was too caught up in running he didn't notice the sounds of his perpetrator had stopped. He slowed then turned his head, sure enough the wolf was facing him, retreating back into the forest. Malice radiating from its eyes.
Dazai stopped, huffing. He watched the wolf, confused as to why it had stopped. The wolf let out a low growl before fully retreating into the woods, out of sight.
This wasn't good, The wolf was probably waiting for him the second he left this spot. But that was only half the problem, why did it stop at all? Beasts like that don't just stop chasing their prey for no reason, especially when they are so close to catching it. He must've passed into another, stronger monster's territory.
He sighed, why was nothing going his way today? He looked up at the sky, the moon - now fully visible - illuminating the sky, drenching the trees in moonlight. He should find somewhere to rest then find his way back to Atsushi in the morning.
Turning his gaze to the area around him he spotted a small secluded cave, well hidden behind various shrubbery and plantlife. Nevertheless, a good spot to camp. It didn't look to be home to anything either. He slowly approached, making sure to be as quiet as possible in case there was anything inside. Luckily the cave seemed deserted. Forgotten about almost.
As he approached the cave he felt light drops of water falling onto his back. Knowing what was coming, he quickly rushed inside. Making it just in time before the heavy downpour of rain. He was used to these unexpected downpours from other parts of the country but never here. Especially during a cloudless night. How strange.
Dazai decided to light a small palm torch. Illuminating the surrounding area. The cave by itself was quite small, the rocks damp and mossy, vines and weeds growing from the gaps between the stones. The perfect picture of what a wild cave should be. He glanced further into the cave, there stood a large passage. Leading somewhere unknown.
Curiosity getting the better of him, dazai decided to explore deeper into the cave. He may even find the herb Yosano needs to cure Odasaku. So, without a second thought Dazai carefully makes his way deeper through the cave.
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The cave system was a lot bigger than he initially thought. There were many separate passages and large openings. He lost count of how many minutes he had been walking for, must've been quite a while as his feet were beginning to ache.
Luckily, the cave sheltered lots of underground ecosystems and plants. He carefully picked a few herb samples he believed would be helpful to Yosano and placed them gently into his enchanted waist pouch.
Something about this cave felt off, the large passages, big openings, everything about it felt wrong. Something was probably living here but luckily for him the size of this cave was unmeasurable so he hopefully wouldn't run into such creature.
He stepped silently, avoiding any form of noise that could cause an echo. He tilted his head to gaze at the rocky wall.
There were numerous claw marks littering the uneven stone, some as small as his arm whilst others much bigger than him. He raised his hand to feel the scratches, these felt recent, the wall still slightly crumbly. Maybe he misjudged and there were multiple beasts living here? He prayed it wasn't any more wolves.
Turning his gaze back to the path ahead of him, he continued forward. Collecting any unrecognisable plants he stumbled across.
A solid 10 minutes went by and Dazai had collected quite a hefty amount of herbs. He felt rather pleased with himself. Unfortunately he still hadn't found the specific plant Yosano had asked for. He could only hope these would at least contribute to Odasaku's recovery, or slow the effects of the poison.
He found another small patch of greenery, crouching down to sort through them. Most of them were plants he had already collected but there were a few he hadn't so he busied himself carefully picking them and gently placing them inside his pouch. He leaned his staff against the rock wall, using both his hands to yank a stubborn shrub from the ground.
Once he finished he tied his pouch and prepared to stand up, before he got the chance to secure his staff, he was thrown halfway across the cave into a wall creating a small crater. His palm torch went out with the impact so he couldn't see his attacker. He coughed, blood spewing out his lips and staining the rock below him as he slumped against the rock, his mind going blank for a little under a second.
Then, he quickly regained his footing and snapped back into focus, swiftly moving himself from the wall and relighting his palm torch. If this was another wolf, it was much stronger than the one before it. He couldn't sense its presence at all. He began preparing to run.
“Show yourself,” He spoke in a loud, authoritative tone. His prosecutor did not reply, but did step into range of his palm fire. He was expecting a bandit or beast or anything but what stood before him now.
A dragon. A magnificent creature, beautiful as they were dangerous. Arguably the most menacing creature an adventurer could stumble across. Any who did so willingly certainly had a death wish.
Dragons are extremely territorial creatures, anyone unlucky enough to stumble into dragon territory would be sealing their fate to one of horrors beyond anything one could imagine. A fate Dazai would rather avoid.
Luckily dragons tended to be quite neutral unless you directly offended them. And the dragon population was incredibly small. He wasnt even certain they still existed before now. Unfortunately for Dazai he waltzed straight into a dragon's domain then rummaged through its home and took what he pleased. Two direct offences.
Screw him and not trusting his gut.
Normally he wouldn't mind having his guts spilled by such a majestic being but things were different now, he needed to stay relatively alive to save Odasaku.
Staring death in the eyes for a moment he muttered, “Well, shit.” Spinning on his heel, he bolted. A loud growl echoed from behind him, the beast following in pursuit, Its large thundering steps causing a slight shake in the ground, causing him to stumble in his sprint.
Dazai dashed through the twisting cave system, he lost count of the direction and amount of turns he takes, leaving him very much lost in a dragon lair. His luck progressively worsened. His legs ache and chest burns. The senseless running and being thrown around like some sort of ragdoll really taking its toll.
His pace slows, He isn't the best at long distance running and his stamina is running out alarmingly quickly. Shit shit shit, He left his staff back in the other cave and his spellbook in the forest. This wasn't good, all hopes of blasting his way out, gone.
He tried to formulate a plan but without his magic, he was as useless as a regular human. He shoved his hand inside his pouch, feeling for anything he could use as a weapon. Maybe if he hit a vital point on this dragon he could escape, or hide somewhere. If dragons even had such a weakness.
Bless the gods, his hand brushed against a long dagger, which he carried around with him for situations as dire as these. What great thinking past me! He praised. Fingers curling around the hilt of the blade, just as he was about to pull it out and surprise the beast, until he gets met with a long talon slamming into his back, narrowly avoiding his neck. Throwing him brutally against the wall. His head smashing against the cold stone.
Pain flairs through his brain, clouding his thoughts. He falls to the ground, something warm dripping down his face. The dragon snarling behind him, coming in close to inspect its prey. Dazai's hands come up to apply pressure to his wound, He couldn't even feel his body anymore. Why did he think turning his back to a beast of this strength and wit would be a good idea? He lets out a low, annoyed groan.
He refuses to die in a place like this. This wasn't the suicide he wished for. Hell, this wasn’t even suicide! Then, his mind snapped back into focus. The dagger! How could he have forgotten? He slowly reached his hand back into his pouch and gripped the hilt with all the strength he had left, waiting for the dragon to come into range.
The dragon, completely unsuspecting of the future attack, leans his head closer towards its prey, eyeing its next meal with a disturbingly hungry glint in its eyes.
Dazai waits a few seconds, waiting for the dragon to lean just a bit closer then… His hand whips outside of his pouch quicker than he could blink, dagger in hand and slams it into the dragon's head, dragging it down the thick skin. A dragon's head was its weakest spot after all. He pulled the dagger out and slammed it into its left talon closest to him. Then, with adrenaline pulsing through his veins he stands, a little dizzy but otherwise ready to sprint.
He practically throws his beaten body through the twists and turns of the cave then outside into the torrential rain. How he managed to escape, he has no idea.
He runs as far as he can from the cave pushing through twigs and soaking bushes, through to a clearing. He barely has time to catch his breath before he collapses to the ground. The exhaustion of running for so long and his wounds catching up to him. laying on the dirty floor, clothing soaked with mud, blood covering his face, arms, and chest, he stares up at the sky. The rainy clouds shrouding the moon and its stars.
Odasaku would've liked to see the stars. His eyes fall shut, everything goes black.
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This cave, these mountains, everything belongs to him. He has riches that put even the wealthiest nobles to shame, kings even! Everything he could ever want, right at his powerful talons. So why does he feel like something is missing, something wealth cannot buy him.
Travelers, adventures, bandits, is there really any difference? Humans are no rarity in his mountains, most underestimating the power of the forest and dying within hours, some even minutes. Perishing meaningless deaths for meaningless lives. It makes no difference to him. Human lives are fleeting after all.
So why is it when he senses a presence in his cave he is met with a thieving scrawny mage with a ridiculously large hat, he doesn't feel the intense desire to kill him. Most thieves he senses in his cave he slaughters without a second thought, so why is this one different? Familiar even.
Something about this mage seems..off? Is that the word for it? No, no more like his scent is off. Usual people wouldn't be able to pick up on it but the scent of this mage does not belong to that of a human. Why would he try to hide it? After all, humans are incredibly weak. Why would anything of… higher caliber wish to impersonate such a thing. He's intrigued.
No matter. If he wishes to pretend to be a human, he will refer to him as such.
Releasing more force than he would've liked, he throws around the mage, still he feels no real inclination to kill him. His curiosity grows, why isn't this human-mage-thing not fighting back properly? Only fleeing?
The mage stares at him, surface level fear and shock show in his eyes, hiding the emotions underneath. His eyes, Deep black holes, Holes he could drown in if he looked too long. Lifeless and empty. He internally shivers. Eyes like these he hasn't seen for a long, long time.
Eyes that know true fear. Eyes that don't fear death. And for the first time, he feels properly and whole heartedly interested in a human, if he could even call this…whatever this is. A human.
Then the unexpected happened, whilst he was deep in thought, he was struck by a blade. The first blade wielded by a human to ever pierce his skin, then another, the man he thought to be knocked out stabbed him again, right in between his talons. His face and leg bled, wound rapidly healing due to his ability. He sat there, dumbstruck. How could a human ever hurt him? No less this tiny twig of a human. Flabbergasted, he didn't register that his prey had escaped.
Quickly, snapping out of his trance he followed the scent of blood through the twists of his cave and outside into the rain. The man couldn't have gone far in his condition. The trail stopped in a clearing not far from his cave.
He had to give the man this, he did manage to run quite the mile with his head cut open. He leant down to examine the man's wounds. He wouldn't survive out here much longer without proper medical attention. He glanced once more at the mages shut eyes then gently lifted him in his mouth. Carrying the mage back to his cave.
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Dazai wakes up to his face pressed against something firm but oddly soft. His mind a complete mess, a headache beginning to form in his sinuses. He lets out a soft groan and presses himself against what he presumes to be his bed. It's too early to wake up anyway.
He snuggles into his pillow. He didn't remember the pillows back at the guild were this comfortable.
A soft laugh can be heard from above him, his ‘bed’ rumbling with the noise. His movement all screeches to a halt. Hold on, this isn't his bed, he isn't at the guild, where…where is he exactly?
Last he could remember he was in a forest, injured. Badly. Where were his injuries? Where was he?
He dramatically sits up, flabbergasted. Arms resting on an unrecognisable texture. His eyes snap open. A warm breeze blowing across his face.
Blinking a couple of times to rid the sleep from his eyes. A blanket is draped across his clothless body. He stares up at the large beast, a dragon. Its face mere inches from his. Why was he laying atop a dragon? Where was his bandages?
He quickly snatches the sides of the blanket and pulls them around himself. His bandages! He needs his bandages, Staring up at the beast his eyes sharpen. “Where am I? Answer me,” He commands, barely managing to conceal the tremble in his voice. This dragon may not kill him, but it could inflict a fate worse than death if he doesn't watch his words.
The beast lets out a low laugh, its body rumbling with the movement. Dazai's face twists with an unreadable emotion, He attempts to lift his leg to move off the dragon, only for his leg to not cooperate, unmoving. “What have you done to me? Speak!” his legs refusing listen to his commands
“Do not worry little human, I have healed your injuries, your body just needs rest. You should be thanking me.” The dragon had a deep, raspy voice, as if it hadn't spoken for years. Not what he was expecting. He didn't even expect it to respond at all. Not all beasts knew how to communicate with humans after all.
“And why should I thank you? I have been stripped from every garment on my body! I don't know where I am, and you attacked me first!” His tone carried a twinge of annoyance, why should he thank the thing that caused his injuries in the first place? How absurd!
“Speaking in such an unpleasant way to someone who saved you? After you waltzed into my home and stole my things. Learn some manners, brat.” The dragon growled.
Dazai glared at the dragon, “Tch, you could've at least let me keep my clothes! I hope you don't mean anything indecent,” Dazai tightened the blanket around himself. He really needed his bandages. He hated being so exposed.
“Changing the subject I see, Do not fret I don't want anything like that, for now.”
Dazai slammed his fist against the dragon's stomach. “I'm joking I’m joking- Don't do anything rash.” the dragon responded, his tone light.
“You are the worst at making jokes. Get me my clothes. Then we can talk about ‘manners’ ” He snapped.
“I don't see the need for such garments.” The dragon huffed and said something else but Dazai couldn't quite make it out. Nevertheless it still lifted dazai - to much protest - into his big talon.
“Oi, hey put me- pUT ME DOWN!” Dazai shouted, He was barely the size of the dragon's finger. He knew dragons were big but this? This was ludicrous!
“Dont be such a baby. I'm not gonna squash you…Probably”
“I HEARD THAT! And, I can walk just fine on my own so PUT ME DOWN NOW!” He struggled against the dragon's grip.
“Your legs barely have any strength left. Plus, this is rather entertaining.”
“Oh so you like seeing people suffer then?”
“More or less.”
“...”
Dazai had no words and quieted his complaints. Still occasionally hitting the dragon's palm purely out of spite.
After a few minutes the dragon stopped. And gently placed Dazai on the ground, Next to him sat a pile of clothing. Bloody and wet, but still clothing. No sign of his bandages. He grabbed the pile and threw his Long sleeve tunic around his neck and pulled it on properly. Blanket still draped around his waist.
Glancing up he noticed the dragon staring at him. Eyes unmoving from his. “Are you gonna watch me get changed like some sort of pervert?”
The dragon chuckled. “Im no pervert, Just curious. I’ve never seen a human put on its clothes before. Forgive me for being interested.” Dazai glared up at it. How did this thing even manage to remove his clothes without tearing them to shreds was the real question.
“I don't care if you're interested, I want my privacy.”
“Why? I was the one who took all that off you.”
Dazai's face instantly flushed, he already knew the dragon did. But hearing it so bluntly said? That was a whole different matter entirely. “You-” He was at a loss for words, the dragon- unfortunately-made a good point. “Me?” At this point he was being winded up on purpose.
He turned his back to the dragon, put on his simple beige tunic and neck tie. Then draped the blanket around his shoulders, and with the quickest speed his injured body could muster, he pulled his pants up and tied his belt.
“There, you finished gawking?” He grumbled.
“More or less,” The dragon took a step closer. It pinched Dazai's tunic and lifted him back onto his talon.
“You know, for something with such a big body, your head is rather small. Is that a thing for all dragons, or just the small brained ones?” He said with a snicker.
“I could crush you at any moment, and you dare provoke me?” The dragon growled.
“Getting so mad over a little observation now are we?”
The dragon's grip on him tightened slightly. “At least I don't wear a ridiculously big hat. Unlike someone I unfortunately know,”
Dazai audibly gasped, "Don't you DARE insult my hat! It's my pride and joy, I doubt a pea-brained dragon like yourself would understand.”
“Pea-brained? Your head is literally the size of a pea!!”
“Hoho someone's upset~ can the big strong dragon not take a joke?” Dazai had to stifle a laugh,
“Upset?! You were the one getting all worked up over a fuckin’ hat!” As much as the dragon tried, it couldn't hide the pissed off tone in its voice.
"At least I have something to get worked up over! Unlike your nonexistent brain!”
“Oh, I'll show you nonexistent!” Its grip immediately tightened around Dazai's body and hoisted him up to eye level.
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Chapter 4
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Akutagawa enters the scene!!
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The dragon glared at him, eyes bearing holes into Dazai's head. If he didn't know any better, he would presume the beast enjoyed staring at him.
“Are you gonna squeeze me till my eyes pop from their sockets, or are you too busy admiring my handsome features?” The grip around him tightened again. Dazai snickers. “Wouldn't blame you though, I am rather handsome. No need for praise.” He winked at the dragon. Causing a slight falter in its grip. His provocation tactics clearly working.
“Maybe I should just squash you to death right here,” The dragon growled, its tone low and frightening to anyone but the man before him.
Dazai continued to taunt, “Oh please, you don't have the balls,”
“If anyone here doesn't have balls, it's you.”
“At least I use my fists like a real man, instead of just thoughtlessly grabbing.”
“If I hit you, you'd flatten into a pancake.” The dragon's eyebrow twitched.
“Really? Do it then.”
The dragon did in fact, not flatten him into a pancake. Gleefully proving Dazai's point.
Dazai smirked. However, sensing the dragon nearing the end of its patience, he ceased his mocking. For now.
The dragon grumbles something under its breath then lifts Dazai and plops him atop his head, “Hold on.” His voice quiet with a hint of warning, Dazai complies. His hands grab hold of the dragon's long hair, fur? Tugging a little more than necessary.
“Where we going? To dump thyself off a cliff perchance?”
The dragon growls. “As much as I love that idea, I will be returning you to bed.”
“Bed? What am I? 5?”
“With the way you're acting, yes.”
Dazai grumbles. This insolent dragon. He was no toddler. And he definitely did not need to be returned to bed like some scolded child kept up past their bedtime. Plus, he had much better things he could be doing now. Such as, finding that godforsaken herb!
“And who are you to be putting me to bed?”
“The dragon that saved you from death.”
“Also the dragon that nearly caused said death.”
“It would be best if you kept quiet and complied, brat.” The dragon stated, tone frigid. Seemingly at his wits end with the man's senseless taunting.
Dazai snorted, letting out a short, sarcastic laugh before halting instantly when the dragon's nostrils began smoking.
“Jeez , fine I'll shut up. Don't set me on fire.” After a pause, and the dragon's smoking nostrils calmed down, he continued.
“Burning to death isn't the best way to die afterall, the whole flesh melting whilst being conscious thing never appealed to me.”
This caused the dragon to falter in its step for little less than a second. Still, long enough for Dazai to notice. However, he decided against pointing it out. Maybe it found the idea of burning to death just as horrifying.
The dragon carried him back to what he presumed was its bedroom, or living room. This whole cave looked the same to him. Minus the occasional scattered plantlife or small passageway.
It stopped walking and calmly bent down, allowing Dazai to climb back onto the floor. The pain in his legs easing greatly as time went on. Whatever healing remedy the dragon used was amazing.
The dragon sat on its hind legs and… shrunk? Why was it shrinking?
“How are you..” he paused. Maybe this was a thing dragons could do? He had never heard about it, but he also never heard about dragons healing people, so he wasn't surprised.
“What? Amazed by my awesome power?” It remarked. Sounding incredibly smug.
“Hardly. I'm sure other dragons are much more impressive.”
“HAAH? MORE IMPRESSIVE? I’LL HAVE YOU KNOW I AM THE MOST IMPRESSIVE DRAGON THIS WORLD HAS EVER KNOWN!” It snarled, stalking closer to him, nostrils flaming once again. Dazai couldn't take it seriously. As it was snarling at him, it was also growing smaller.
Eventually it stopped at the size of a fully grown ogre male. Around four times the size of himself.
“The world mustn't know very strong dragons then.” Dazai snickers, “this your natural size then? So tiny.” He mocked.
“This is one of my smaller forms. My natural size is far more impressive than anything you've seen.” Although it answered Dazai's question, the angry undertone never left its voice.
“Whats the point of shrinking then?”
“Sleeping is easier this way, especially with something so small. Wouldn't want to squash you. For now.”
“Aww the big strong dragon is scared of hurting the tiny human!” He cooed.
The dragon lifted its talon and shoved Dazai to the ground with a growl. “Don't like it? Sleep on the floor.” It turned, back to Dazai and slumped over to a massive blanketed flooring. What he presumed to be the dragon's bed.
The blanket looked as if it was worth more than anything he had ever owned, gold embroidered through the deep red outline, intricate hand sewn rose and flower patterns scattered throughout the design. And yet, the dragon sprawled out without a care for the delicate craftsmanship put into this fine creation.
As pretty as this blanket was, he couldn't bring himself to care much about it. It reminded him too much of something an old acquaintance of his would splurge on.
“I would rather sleep on the floor than with a stinky, wet dragon anyway!” It wasn’t like he was unused to sleeping on the floor afterall. And how much comfort could that thin blanket bring him anyway?
The cave was quiet, all sounds of the outside hushed. It was rather comforting. The light that once shone from the small candles littered around the large space all but snuffed out. Leaving nothing but the darkness. The soft sounds of the dragons breathing echoing around the space, bringing him an odd sense of comfort.
The ground was cold, not an unwelcome sensation. He was quite fond of the coldness. Sleep came rather easily considering he was laying next to a monster. His mind finally getting a much deserved rest, even if only for a little while.
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He had slept peacefully through part of the night, most he spent memorising his surroundings through the dark and analyzing the dragons movements. On guard for any unexpected attacks.
He felt surprisingly well rested. Sleep still fresh in his mind he silently cursed that overgrown kidnapping reptile. Thanks to it he was now stranded god knows where separated from his disciple.
Light shone in from a gap in the cave from above, showing it was most likely early morning.
He blinked then rubbed his eyes, clearing the sleep from them and focusing in on his surroundings, as he did, so came the realisation that he was no longer laying on the floor.
What should have been the cold, uneven surface he fell asleep on was replaced by the soft chest of none other than the dragon who forced him to the ground.
How ironic. This animal was the one to banish him to the floor. Only to bring him to rest on itself. How he didn't notice was beyond him.
Examining his surroundings he observed the dragon that was still leisurely snoring away. The candles hadn't been lit. But the skylight provided more than enough light. Luckily enough, his body felt well rested.
Going to slide himself off the dragon he noticed his leg, which had been gravely injured and numb the day before was all healed. Not even a scratch remained. This was his chance, he could finally get the hell out of here.
Climbing down as quietly as he could manage without waking the dragon turned out to be a much easier task than he initially thought. Thanks to it shrinking in size he didn't have the fear of plummeting to his death whilst climbing down.
His bare feet lightly pressed to the carpeted floor beneath him, surprisingly soft. He quickly hurried out of the Dragons sleeping chamber and out into the main cave. His steps silent. A trick he learnt as a youth.
He ran for a while then luckily stumbled across a small hole, moss growing around its exterior. Big enough for him to crawl through. Judging by the light shining through it, it must lead to the outside. Because of its small size and light coverage the dragon mustn't have noticed.
His staff would have to wait. He needed to return to Atsushi and deliver the herbs before heading back for it. As much as it pained him.
Making quick work of crawling through the little hole his prediction was indeed right. This hole did lead to the outside.
The sun was barely peeking over the horizon, proving his speculation that it was morning. He stood from his crouched position to examine his surroundings more. He appeared to be in a clearing. Bunnies and varying small animals having their morning feed, birds chirping, wind gently blowing his hair into his eyes. If the circumstances were any different he wouldn't mind spending his last moments in a beautiful place like this.
He glanced behind him, a large hill connected to a mountain rage that breached the clouds, He could see no end in sight. Did the dragon really hollow out that entire area? Impossible. It must only live in a small portion.
He would continue this thought later. Right now his top priority was finding Atsushi. So, without hesitation he ran off north, the direction they entered. Hoping he would come across the man.
If he had his staff he could've cast a location spell, but unfortunately it was still trapped in that dragon lair. He would come back for it later, his main focus was reuniting with his young apprentice.
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Atsushi lost count of how many hours passed. The wolves had been trailing him all night, even in his tiger form they never ceased their pursuit. His legs ached, eyes dried out from the harsh wind and fur soaked from rain. The rain never stopped. Hammering into his back like the little bullets westerners used.
He couldn't continue on like this, the tree he had been cooped up in was long gone. The wolves biting and clawing till it could no longer support his weight. His face was bleeding, cuts and scrapes from shoving his way through bushes and thorny plantlife. This was the only time he had ever felt so grateful for Kunikida's vigorous strength and endurance training.
The moon slowly fell beneath the horizon, making way for the sun. Just how many hours had he been running for. The wolves still close on his tail. One of them getting slightly too close for comfort, snapping at his tail. He quickly shifted back to human form, saving his tail from being bitten off. Damn Dazai and his insistence on entering this wretched place.
Without noticing he crashed into something, hard and cold. What the fuck? His senses were very good, how could he not notice something blocking his way? His eyes and nose hurt from the impact. Without thinking he grabbed this ‘thing’ and used it as a shield.
Must be some type of scrap metal considering how hard it was. Before he could continue his mad dash an aggrieved voice snapped at him. “Just who the fuck do you think you are? Do you have any idea who you're manhandling right now, mantiger.”
He instantly stopped in his tracks. This…this wasn't a piece of scrap metal..? Shit, the wolves. He didn't have time to worry about this scrap-dude-man thing. He grabbed the man and dashed off. “Put, Me, DOWN!” the man shouted, grabbing onto his hair and yanking it like you would do a horse. “I'M TRYING TO SAVE YOU, DUMBASS.” He screamed back.
“FROM WHAT?!?!”
What did he mean? Could he not see the wolves chasing them. He stopped in his tracks. The forest was quiet. No sounds of panting, growling or paws stomping behind him. Turning his head there was indeed nothing there.
He was certain a pack of wolves were chasing him, absolutely certain... Just where did they go?
“But..there was..”
“I DON'T CARE WHAT THERE WAS, PUT ME THE FUCK DOWN.”
He quickly complied. Releasing the man from his hold.
The man coughed, back turned to him.
“Look, I'm sorry. I was being chased by wolves,”
The man cut him off, “oh so you're so weak you can't even deal with a mere few wolves? Understandable for someone of your kind.”
Atsushi's eyes widened. This man was beyond rude. He took a few deep breaths. Patience was a virtue. After all this man had just been snatched up, who wouldn't be mad?
“The animals in this forest are like nothing I've ever seen. It's best you watch yourself.” the angry tone in his voice hidden behind a tight smile.
“I’ll take my chances.” The man turned to face him, a scowl on his lips. A dark metal visor hiding the top half of his face, black robes draping down his tall body, concealing his form. A metal chest plate peeking from behind his robes. He was slightly taller than himself. Maybe a little older too. His dark hair had white tips coming down to frame his chin.
“I thought you were scrap metal.” he blurted out. Instantly covering his mouth. Shit why'd he say that? What the fuck was wrong with him? Oh goodness.
The man just stared at him. Well, he presumed that's what he was doing. Eyes hidden behind the visor after all.
“You…thought what?” Confusion obvious in his voice.
“It was nice meeting you friend!” Atusushi turned around and awkwardly bolted back into the forest. Before he could continue the search for his mentor the man landed a heavy kick to his back, causing him to faceplant on the muddy ground.
“HOW DARE YOU. WORTHLESS SHAPESHIFTER. I AM NO SCRAP.” the man screamed, kicking him again. He must've thought Atsushi was insulting him. “NO, BECAUSE OF YOUR HELM-” A kick to his throat instantly silenced his words. Coughing a few times, Atsushi instantly retaliated. No longer having the will to restrain his anger.
A brawl broke out between the two of them, hands thrown, hair grabbed, clothing ripped. Atsushi was huffing, already tired from running all day and now on top of that fighting some random man? Just great. The fight was already one sided now that his stamina was depleted, not to mention the guy had armor! Atsushi only had a tunic and fur wrapped around his ankles and wrists. His chances of getting out of this unscathed were rapidly decreasing.
Unsuspectingly he felt something cold against his leg, shit did this guy pull a sword on him? “HEY HEY, CALM DOWN,” He instantly jumped back. Fuck, he didnt have anything to counter, all his weapons were in the bag Dazai took with him. Fuck fuck he was going to die. The man inched closer. Then, lunged. He lifted his arms in a poor attempt to block. But, no pain came. No metal slicing into his flesh, no screams, no blood. Everything was dead silent excluding his own heavy breathing.
He opened the eyes he hadn't realised he closed. Only to be met with the sight of a smirking, bloody…DAZAI?
Chapter 5
Notes:
TW for this chapter:
Chuuya is a big when he's a dragon. I know, this may be shocking. Please find it within your heart to forgive me.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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The forest seemed to go on forever. Half an hour had passed since he left the cave. Occasionally yelling Atsushi's name to no avail. The blisters on his soles burning as he continued his search.
Dawn was beginning to breach the horizon, that good for nothing reptile would be waking any moment now. As he continued his frivolous search loud shouting noises could be heard from ahead. Faint, but definitely the voices of people.
Quickly, he followed the trail. The voices growing louder and louder with each step he took. Until, he arrived at the entrance to a small clearing. A man dressed in all black with patches of armour covering his face, chest and shins. Stood next to him was none other than his one and only disciple, Atsushi.
He crouched, concealing himself behind a large berry bush. Parting the leaves so he could see the two boys. Atsushi appeared to be exhausted but without any major injuries. Intrigued as to what they were arguing about he listened closely.
The two boys yelled at each other for a good while, something about scrap metal and shapeshifters? then, things began to turn violent. This didn't look good. As strong as Atsushi was, he was clearly at a huge disadvantage and no match for the skilled man he had been quarrelling with.
He had to step in otherwise someone was going to get killed. And it wouldn't be the masked man.
Throwing any and all reason to the wind he threw himself between the two boys, using his body as a meat shield. With one arm, he blocked the dagger meant for his disciple, with the other he threw Atsushi a good few meters back. Taking advantage of the armoured boy's shock he landed a punch to his stomach, forcing him to the ground.
The armoured boy lay on the ground silent. His blood staining the light grey of his shoulder pads.
“Atsushi, glad to see you've made a friend.” Turning his head to face the shocked boy. A smirk growing on his lips.
Atsushi stared, at a loss for words. “Ah, he's not- Just where have you been??!”
“Nowhere important. Just catching snakes.”
“...”
“What matters is I'm here now, right?”
“...right.” Atsushi agreed. Chuckling awkwardly.
Dazai chuckled with him. “Now, why don't we-” His voice was abruptly cut off by rough hands grabbing his shoulders and pulling him through the forest. Stricken with shock all he could do was let himself be manhandled and pulled at an incredible speed.
The man who he thought to have knocked out had grabbed him and ran through the trees with a godly grip. No matter what Dazai did he could not free himself.
“DAZAI-SAN???” Atsushi yelled after him, quickly regaining his senses and joining the chase.
“ATSUSHI, HOW DO YOU KNOW THIS BOY??”
“DONT FUCKING YELL IN MY EAR,” Said boy yelled back.
Something about his voice was eerily familiar. Causing Dazai to indeed ‘stop fucking yelling’ in his ear.
The grip around his waist tightening with every slight movement he made. The most he could do was hope Atsushi caught up soon or it would be bye-bye to his ribcage.
The twigs and loose branches scraping his face and the arms of his captor. Causing blood to stream down his face.
He could see Atsushi sprinting with all his might in the distance, but the boy was just too tired. He was debating telling him to just leave and reconvene with the guild and rescue him later. He could deal with whatever this was. With or without his magic.
Until, instantly everything went dark. His captor faltered in his sprint. Seemingly just as confused as himself and Atsushi.
Glancing upwards it almost seemed like day had switched to night. A loud whoosh and the three could see again.
All three of them glanced forwards. Where the biggest creature he had ever laid his eyes upon touched down just meters before them. Crushing all the tall trees with its descent.
This was none other than the big, insolent reptile he had left behind. Only now, it was at least 10 times the size of their first meeting. He was barely even the size of a scale on this beast's body.
His captor stopped in his tracks. As did Atsushi. Both staring wide eyed in shock and terror. Dazai, although familiar with this beast, was no different. Without a second thought the armoured man dropped him and disappeared. Running away. Coward.
(He preferred to believe he didn't do the same thing.)
Dazai quickly stood up. Backing away from the beast before him, towards the still shock stricken Atsushi. He didn't think the dragon would awake so soon. And he definitely didn't imagine it would personally track him down. It did save his ass though.
Just what did this thing want from him? Revenge maybe? No, that couldn't be right, its healing abilities were astounding. The mere scrapes Dazai caused to its body wouldn't be worthwhile it personally deciding to track him down.
Whatever it wanted couldn't be good. With this thought he grabbed hold of his disciple, still in a shocked state. Running would be pointless, the beast was just too big. The best he could do was attempt to prevent another separation. The dragon bent down until its head was within Dazai's range of sight. He wasn't even the size of its nose.
Its tone carrying a twinge of annoyance; It spoke, “You, why did you leave?” The dragon's mouth was unmoving, how he could be heard remained a mystery.
Atsushi must have broken through his shocked state. “Dazai-san, you… you know this dragon?” His disciple’s voice quiet and hoarse from screaming. Uncertainty practically radiating from his figure.
“It's rude to ignore when an elder is speaking.” The dragon grumbled.
Behind him Atsushi jolted. Holding his arm with a death grip. Slowly the boy began tugging Dazai away from the dragon. Dazai, sensing what he was about to do, quickly whipped his head around, “Atsushi, running is pointless.”
The boy's eyes were clouded over with terror. Staring unwaveringly at the dragon before him. Tugging harder on Dazai's arm he began his retreat. Before he could start a sprint the boy tripped over his own feet and fell to the ground. Taking his mentor with him.
Dazai glanced towards his disciple. Laying passed out peacefully on the ground. The boy really was just too exhausted. Wiping the mud from his face he stood. Draping the boy across his shoulders.
“Just what do you want from me?”
The dragon stared down at the two of them. “That boy needs medical attention.”
Dazai let out a sarcastic sigh. “You think I dont fucking know that?”
“Come with me.”
“And why should I?” Dazai huffed.
“You clearly have no clue how to leave this forest, do you?”
“...” Dazai pinched the bridge of his nose. This dragon may be an overly annoying, ego filled bastard but it did have some insane healing abilities. Not to mention it must know its way around the forest better than anyone else. And really, what better option did he have?
“Fine, if you try anything, and I mean anything I will personally see to it that you get your stupid dragon balls chopped off.”
The dragon let out a chuckle then extended a hand, (or claw?) nudging it towards the two men. Dazai climbed on first then pulled Atushi up with him. This one hand was almost the same size as the guild building back home.
“Hold on,”
Chuuya had always been a deep sleeper. He stuck to strict sleep schedules and could not awake at any time before or after his set routine time. A blessing and a curse really.
Unsurprisingly when he awoke at dawn his little companion had ran off somewhere. Really what was he expecting? Humans were very skittish creatures after all. Especially this one. The man only annoyed him. With his never ending snarky comments and insults. Really, who would want to keep someone like that around? A waste of space really. Tarnishing his beautiful home.
Now, why was he flying frantically around his forest searching for said ‘waste of space’. He could still sense the presence of the mages staff inside his cave, so why would the man leave it behind? Had something happened to him? Maybe this was the mages plan. Entering the cave, pretending he didn't know where he was and then once Chuuya let his guard down, bring his thieving friends inside to steal from him. If that was the case, Chuuya needed to be fast. He would recapture the little thief and kill him.
Yes that had to be the reason, why else would he go around searching for a human.
Only, to his surprise he caught said human slung over the back of a figure draped in an armoured cloak being chased by an overly exhausted boy. If not for his dragon sight he wouldn't have been able to see them from his position in the sky. This boy… just what was somebody like that doing in his forest? Let alone with his mage. He needed answers.
Touching down at a safe enough distance from the group he got a better look at the mage's captor. Dark metal armour covering his face, chest and forearms. White tipped hair. Ah, so that's what this was.
The minute the cloaked man saw him he vanished. Chuuya inwardly smirked. Fool. The young boy with the white hair stared at him with pure terror clearly visible in his eyes. Unlike his companion who was still face deep in the mud. The sight made him snicker. Serves him right.
Who was this child? Did the mage have a son? No, that couldn't be right they didn't look alike. Adopted maybe? Whatever their relationship was didn't matter to him. The only thing that did matter was returning the mage to his cave.
Some easy convincing later and he was flying the mage and his…son? Back to his cave.
This mage had some severe explaining to do.
Notes:
Writing Chuuya's POV was rather tricky for this chapter, I hope I got the message across well enough. Again, thank you for reading this far I really appreciate it!
For Akutagawa's clothing I took inspiration from his outfit in BSD chapter 119.
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The ride was surprisingly smooth, for riding on a dragon's palm that is. Atsushi, unsurprisingly, stayed passed out the entire ride. Looking a little too comfortable.
Once they arrived at what he presumed was an entrance to the cave, the dragon shrank to the size it had been last night. He threw Atsushi over his shoulder and turned to get a better look at the cave.
They were inside a hollowed out part of a high mountain. Overseeing the clouds. The cave, from what he could see, was neverending. The patch of grass they landed on was surprisingly soft. Gently placing Atsushi down he turned to face the dragon once more.
The two stared at each other awkwardly for a moment before Dazai broke the silence.
“What is it you want from me?” He asked, raising one eyebrow towards the dragon.
It stared down at him, silent. Almost as if it didn't know itself. “You left your staff.”
Dazai raised his eyebrow further. “You know that isn't an answer right?”
The dragon growled. “And why should I answer to you?” It took a few steps forward. “Move.”
Dazai stared hard at the dragon before taking a few cautious steps back from his apprentice.
The dragon bent down, examining Atsushi's face for a long while before letting out an annoyed grumble and stepping back. “He should awaken in an hour.” Then, it trotted into its cave. Leaving Dazai and a sleeping Atsushi alone at the entrance hundreds of meters above the ground.
Dazai wanted to call after the dragon but decided against it. The best course of action for him right now was waiting for his disciple to regain consciousness.
He laid down on the soft grass next to Atsushi and stared up at the slightly cloudy sky, sun warming his face.
That boy from earlier, just who was he? Something about him felt familiar but whenever Dazai tried to recall that familiarity his brain hit a block. Almost as if something had cut that particular memory from his brain. He sighed, resting his arms behind his head as a makeshift pillow.
There really was nothing he could do in this situation, so why not catch up on some well needed rest? He wouldn't actually sleep anyway.
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Around an hour passed and Dazai began sensing movement next to him. Opening one eye he slightly turned his head. As expected, his disciple was beginning to awake. The fact that the dragon was so on point with its prediction annoyed him.
Sitting up he raised his arms above his head to stretch, yawning.
“Dazai-san..?” The boy's voice was groggy with sleep.
“Yes?” He finished his stretching turning to glance at his now fully healed apprentice.
“I just had the strangest dream…”
Chuckling he asked, “Oh did you now? What happened in this dream?”
Atsushi paused to rub his eyes “Well, there was this dragon…oh and a man! Who was dressed very strangely. Then…” Midway through his story Atsushi opened his eyes.
“None…of that was a dream, was it?”
Dazai chuckled again. “Nope!” He said enthusiastically, popping the p.
“...”
“Atsushi, I have a question.”
Atsushi, now sitting up staring at the grass wide eyed, replied, “Ask away…”
“That man from before, the armoured one. How did you two come to meet?” He found Atsushi's shock rather amusing.
“Oh, that's right! I was being chased by wolves then I crashed into him. I mistook him for scrap metal and used him as a sheild…I think? Then he started attacking me. Also, Dazai-san, where did my injuries go?”
Dazai didn’t respond. His fist resting on his chin. Deep in thought.
Why was this boy wandering around a forest such as this one all alone?
“Atsushi, what was he doing before you crashed into him?”
“Well, I didn't see that part. But about my last question-” Dazai raised a hand, signalling him to stop. “Someones here.”
The two quickly turned to the entrance of the cave where a man stood. Concealed behind the cave's shadows. How hadn't Dazai noticed him sooner?
“Show yourself,” Atsushi did a good job concealing the fear from his voice. Maybe his teachings weren't as useless as he thought.
“Is that how you speak to someone who saved both your lives?” The man stepped out of the shadows. Or, should he say boy? Dazai instantly recognised the voice. Was this… no fucking way.
Before the boy had a chance to speak more, Dazai burst out in a fit of uncontrollable hysterics. Laughing so hard his chest began to ache. Atsushi turned to stare at his mentor. An unreadable expression on his face. He had never seen his mentor laugh so hard, ever!
The boy's face turned bright red with rage, or was it embarrassment? Stomping over to Dazai who was rolling around in the grass giggling his ass off. Hugging his stomach. The boy lifted his leg and slammed it down on Dazai's writhing frame.
Atsushi saw this coming but decided against saving his mentor. His instincts were telling him to get away from his man, let alone intervene. And, his mentor poabably deserved it.
Dazai, after being stomped on, still didn't stop his laughter. He did stop rolling around though.
“Just what the fuck is your problem?? Hah?” The man barked.
“I- I'm sorry!” Dazai managed to get out through his fit of giggles. “I just never expected you to be so tiny!”
Atsushi glanced at the man's face. Suddenly he felt a very strong urge to get the hell out of here.
Dazai wiped the tears from his eyes, finally calming down.
“First off, I am not fucking tiny. And secondly, what do you care if I am?” The man practically growled.
Dazai chuckled, “You can't blame me. Afterall I never would've thought such a big dragon would be so little!”
Hold on. This boy…Was the dragon? The big, terrifying monster? Atsushi's instincts were correct once again! He really did need to get going before this dragon slaughtered himself and his mentor in cold blood.
Dazai, after finally regaining his calm, he got a better look at the dragon in its human form.
Fiery orange hair framing an incredibly handsome face. He may be short in stature but his face was certainly that of a grown man’s. Handsome and alluring. Thin, sharp lips with sharp fangs shining as he spoke. Horns extending 30 centimetres from his head. A deep red colour with bright patternings around the tips.
Although he was short he was by no means small. His body was incredibly toned. Putting Dazai's lanky frame to much shame. Similar patternings to his horns in a faint red covering his chest and arms. Gold and other varying gemstones littering his ears. Black kyoetsu pants with dark armour on his left and right hip, reminding him of an ancient samurai. Similar texture to Dragon scales. Ironic.
After getting his fill of eyeing up the man he met his eyes, “Not bad, for a midget.” Dazai remarked. A smirk permanently glued to his face.
“I’ve never wanted to punch someone so badly in my life.” The dragon growled. Meeting his gaze head on. And was that… a smirk?.
“Then why don't you?” He teased.
Atsushi was thinking the same thing. Why hadn't this dragon killed Dazai yet? His disdain was clearly very obvious.
The dragon huffed. Crossing his arms over his chest. “I just might if you keep provoking me like this.” Lifting his leg from Dazai's chest.
Dazai sat up, wincing as he did. “For such a tiny thing you sure do pack one hell of a punch.” Rubbing his chest.
“I didn't even punch you, I could though?”
“I would really rather you wouldn't." Getting up from his perch on the grass he lifted his arms above his head in another stretch. Glancing down at the dragon he felt the strong urge to laugh again.
Dazai was at least an entire head taller than the man! Even his young apprentice wasn't this short, and he was still growing!
Atsushi glanced between the two of them. Just how long had they known each other to speak so casually?
“Ahem,” Reminding the two of his presence, “Dazai-san, we need to return to Doctor Yosano as soon as possible. We've already been gone too long as it is.”
Nodding his head in agreement Dazai turned to his disciple. “Yes, I was thinking the same thing. Here,” He unclasped the full pouch from his waist belt and chucked it to Atsushi. “This has everything I've collected so far.”
Atsushi caught it with ease and tucked it into his left jacket pocket. “I see, why aren't you keeping it though-”
“You just think you can leave? After stealing from me and trampling over my territory making a mess of everything huh?” The dragon growled. Atsushi again felt the strong urge to get the hell out of here.
Dazai grinned, looking entirely too smug. “Exactly! We can't just leave now can we? That's why I want you to make a deal with me, Dragon.”
Dazai?? Just what the fuck was he doing?? Making contracts with dragons is no laughing matter! You're bound for life!! His mentor wasn't thinking of selling himself off was he? Just what was going through his head!!
The dragon smirked, “You want to make a contract? I'm listening.”
“I stay here with you, and you let my apprentice leave unharmed.”
“...” said the dragon.
“..?”said Atsushi.
Dazai took a step towards the dragon, leaning down so they were eye level. Invading the man's personal space. “So? Tempting right. Whaddya say?”
“Why…The fuck do you think I would want to keep an insufferable imbecile who only knows how to insult me around?”
“Would you rather I leave then?” Dazai smirked, then leaned in even closer. “I’m sure that could be arranged,”
The dragon sighed deeply. Pinching the bridge of his nose. Appearing to be in deep thought. Then, he smirked. A dangerous glint in his eyes.
“Alright then, since you're so insistent. You can stay.”
Atsushi had been staring at the two of them. Just…what the fuck was going on between them? And why was Dazai so close? Please back up a little bit, kind sir.
“That's great! Atsushi, come along now.”
The dragon led them to a lower altitude exit to the cave. Atsushi tried his best to memorise the way but got a headache after the 17th left turn.
“Just head straight, you'll find your way out eventually.” Then, he turned and left. Surely standing somewhere nearby, hidden behind shadows.
Dazai took a step closer to his incredibly dumbfounded student,
"Don't worry now, Atsushi. I'll be reuniting with you soon. I have a feeling I know exactly where to find the herb.”
Instantly, everything cleared up. Dazai would obviously never stay with a dragon willingly, and he undoubtedly knew how to leave at any point. But decided to stay. Because, where else would the herb needed to cure Sakunouske be? If not the forest, then the dragons den. He could only pray for his mentor's safety.
Giving a short wave he turned and headed straight. Hoping the dragon wasn't cruel enough to point him in the wrong direction.
One question still on his mind, why…Would the dragon agree to keep Dazai? He must know Dazai harbours ulterior motives. Unless… the dragon had motives of his own.
Notes:
Chuuya human form huhu
Clothing described - https://www.ebay.co.uk/itm/296149991310 The pants Chuuya wears!!!
If I get any terms incorrect please feel free to correct me!
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Dazai stood at the entrance of the cave, watching Atsushi's back drift further and further into the distance until it could be seen no more. He hoped the herbs he collected were enough to slow the effects of Odasaku's poison. This would take a while.
Turning, he strode back into the darkness that was the dragon's cave.
“Took your sweet time didn't you?” Dazai glanced towards where the dragon was lounging against a wall. Examining his arm bangles. Made from the finest of gems no less.
Dazai chuckled then said in the most sincere tone he could muster, “My apologies, oh great almighty dragon.”
“Alright, alright, come with me,” The dragon said, pushing himself off the wall. “Dazai, was it?”
Yes that's right, Atsushi mentioned his name.
“Yes, I suppose this is where I ask yours?” The dragon had already began walking, so Dazai naturally followed
The dragon was quiet for a few moments before muttering something inaudible even to Dazai's unnaturally good hearing.
“Didn't catch that from up here.”
The dragon lunged towards him, fist grazing his cheek. If Dazai was any slower that wouldn't have gone well.
“And here I was actually about to tell you my name. Worthless human.” He sneered, fangs glinting in the dim light. Spinning on his heel and stomping forward. Grumbling as he did.
Rubbing his cheek Dazai followed behind him. Resisting the urge to fire a snarky remark back at the man.
They walked in darkness for a while. An awkward silence filling the air.
“It's so dark, do you really not have any light source whatsoever?” Dazai whined. He needed to be able to see to spot the herb afterall. The image Yosano made freshly memorised in his mind. Plus. Maybe if he annoyed the guy enough he’d finally cave. Or bash his head in.
“Is whining all your good for? You've been following me quite easily without the assistance of your vision.”
Dazai sighed, “That's because you're rather loud when you walk.”
The dragon's steps came to a halt. Dazai braced himself for another attack, but instead the cave became illuminated with dim candlelight. He winced as his eyes had became too accustomed to the darkness. The abrupt light catching him off guard.
He grinned. “Why thank you.”
The dragon only muttered again and continued walking. Now that his sight had been restored he began familiarizing himself with his surroundings. The walls of the cave were as boring as he remembered. Except this time there was no plants or greenery to be seen. The dragon must've caught onto his plan and led them through a different path. How bothersome.
Glancing back to said bothersome dragon he noticed a few things he hadn't before. For example, instead of a regular human spine he had short spikes. Similar to his dragon spine, only much smaller. The tips of them were coloured red, blending in with the colour of his skin.
Glancing up further he noticed the dragon had long hair, twisted into a neat bun resting at the nape of his neck. A pure gold hairpin holding it all together. Alternating gemstones and diamonds lining the sides of the gold. Did this guy just have an infinite supply of gems or what? Actually, he totally did.
They continued walking in silence for around ten minutes. Until Dazai began to notice a change in scenery. What was the rocky, uneven cave walls were now gradually changing to finely placed stone bricks. Clean and free of cracks. The dim candle light replaced with small chandeliers hanging from the now tall ceiling. The ground also became smoother as they progressed forward.
“So, you don't just live in a dirty mountain cave then?”
The dragon scoffed. “Why the hell would I? I'm not an animal.”
It took all of Dazai's willpower to not retort with, well you actually are. But he valued his limbs too much to be so reckless.
Dazai thought for a moment before responding with, “That cave we slept in before, was that still apart of this cave?”
The dragon chuckled sarcastically. Not even bothering to hide his annoyed tone. “You think I would let any random human into my living quarters?” He said, as if the idea was the most ridiculous thing he’d ever heard.
“I suppose that makes sense. But, why bring me here now then?” Dazai felt he already knew the answer.
“I’ve realised a few things. One, you need me for something. And two, you're powerless without your staff. Which is currently within my possession.” He replied, still carrying that annoyed tone. Everything Dazai said seemed to annoy him.
Dazai's predictions were right. This dragon had already caught onto his thieving plans. However, he was forgetting one thing. Dazai was not one that should be underestimated so easily.
Although, he felt the dragon was withholding something crucial. He would think more on this later. His current mission was to gather the herb needed for Odasaku's recovery. Nothing else mattered.
“Where are we going now then?” Dazai questioned.
“Stop asking questions. My patience is running very thin.” The dragon snarled.
“Maybe I should, If you tell me your name that is.”
“You are insufferable.”
“So, about that nam-”
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Thirty minutes passed. Dazai gained sixteen bruises.
Trudging behind the dragon his legs were aching. Not only had he needed to walk up some of the steepest steps ever he also had to keep up with the godawful pace the dragon set. If he fell anymore than a meter behind, the dragon would forcefully yank him forward. Resulting in another bruise.
Not to mention every word he said provoked the thing. Although, most of the time, he did so intentionally.
The cave -if he could still call it that- was now wider with bigger, diamond infused chandeliers. Yet the space was still just as dim. The floor was carpeted with a sleek dark red material. He was unsure if it was even carpet. Just the sight of it made him want to tear his shoes off and walk around barefooted. Maybe even roll around a little.
There were many rooms and hallways forking in different directions. No less confusing than the original cave he found himself in, just a lot nicer. Unfortunately there was no sign of plant life anywhere. He suspected anything worth his time was hidden behind the smooth dark maple doors. Obviously with golden handles.
Although the place was incredibly luxurious. No doubt about that. It felt…empty. No servants, no colour except for varying shades of red, black and grey. The place just felt lifeless. Dazai wouldn't mind living in a place like this. It could certainly do with more colour though. The red was beginning to burn his eyes. Not to mention furniture. And what was with this guy's obsession with maple? He didn't see any maple trees when he was in the forest. Maybe this was why…
Glancing down at the back of the dragon's head. He contemplated if it was worth risking another bruise for his fourth ‘are we there yet.’
Almost sensing what he was about to say, the dragon spoke, “We're almost there.”
Fucking finally!! Dazai internally cheered. His poor legs would finally get a rest. Before he could continue his silent celebration he was met with the tallest, steepest staircase yet. He wasn't even sure if this could be called a staircase! He was almost certain he would topple backwards. What an undignified way to die.
He stood at the bottom, the dragon already beginning his ascent. “You…Cant expect me to climb this…right?”
The dragon turned. A sinister smirk plastered onto his face. “You either climb, or I snap that pretty staff of yours.”
Dazai glared up at the dragon who was now standing on the fifth step. Maybe this beast agreed to Dazai's conditions just for the intention of torturing him. Honestly, he wouldn't put it past him.
Letting out one final groan he accepted his fate and followed reluctantly behind the dragon. Voicing his displeasure every stumble he had. Which was many.
After what felt like hours, (20 minutes) Dazai finally made it to the top of that god awful staircase. Collapsing at the top.
The dragon muttered, hand resting on his chin.“I should probably redesign this…I usually fly to the top.” Glancing down at Dazai's form sprawled out over the carpet.
“You're telling me…You could've flown us..?” Dazai grumbled. Using the rest of his strength to lift his head and glare at the redhead.
“I could have. But I wouldn't have flown you. Your suffering is much too amusing.” He remarked. Smirking.
“I really hate you,” And with that. Dazai’s strength was all used up. His head dropped against the carpet. Whilst he wasn't asleep his body very much was.
The dragon didn't move for a while. He must've come to the conclusion Dazai really was out of it as he bent down and lifted him with ease. He hoisted Dazai over his shoulder and continued walking. As if he weighed less than a feather.
Dazai didn't necessarily enjoy being carried like this, but anything was better than walking at the moment. The dragon carried him for a bit before stopping in front of a door. He was about to lift his head to glance at their destination before he was dropped on the ground.
“Ow, that was incredibly unnecessary!” He groaned, rubbing his bruised behind.
The dragon cast him a sideways glance before pushing the door open with one hand.
This door was a similar shade of maple as the others. Only, much bigger. Almost 20 meters tall. It reminded him of the ancient castle entrances he would see in stories or drawings. Black metal and gold lined the wooden decoration.
He was amazed, the craftsmanship was amazing! Not a splinter out of place.
“This is..” Before he could continue his praise the dragon grabbed him by the collar and yanked him inside.
Rubbing his neck where yet another bruise began to form he glared at the man, "What's with you and your obsession with giving me bruises?”
The dragon glared back then walked off. Just what was this guy's problem? With a groan he stood up. He was in no state to be standing, let alone walking. But alas, unless he wanted another beating, following the dragon it was!
The scenery had changed yet again. The brick walls and carpet stayed unchanged, however the space now was wider with an increase in furnishing. And…Windows? Every few meters along the brick housed an immaculate arched window. He was too far away to see out of them unfortunately. They continued walking until they were met with a large open space, one corner had cushioned wooden, (Maple) chairs and a large dining table. Silver platters with an assortment of fruit set out along the middle of it. With a door to the left of the table that he presumed led to the kitchen.
Further along the windowed wall was another door, a balcony perchance? Again, he was too far away to see it clearly. Why was this space so big??
“Hey so, where exactly are we..?” Dazai asked.
The dragon stopped in front of a smaller, human sized door. “One of my living spaces for when I decide to be in this form.”
He opened the door and stepped inside. One? So he has others then. He followed behind the dragon. Deep in thought. Just how big was this cave? While he was busy trying to calculate how long it would take him to get around the majority of the cave he heard a faint click.
Swiftly turning his head towards the dragon. Then to the metal bars separating them. The floor was no longer that soft, carpeted material from before. Now it was even harder and rockier than the first cave he stayed in. The walls were drenched in moss and made quite the severe contrast compared to the walls outside.
The dragon stared up at him. Smirking.
Dazai had, effectively, been imprisoned by this dragon.
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Glancing at his captor, then at the rustic metal bars separating them, dazai felt oddly at ease. At least now he wouldn't be gaining anymore bruises!
The dragon glared at his pleased face, obviously not expecting his reaction. “You will stay here until I find a use for you.” With that, the dragon turned and left. Locking the wooden door behind him.
Dazai watched his retreating back dumbfounded. Why had the dragon agreed to let him stay if he didn't even have a reason to keep him? Dazai thought the dragon agreed to his terms with the intention of doing something sinister. Not just locking him away. He wasn't one to complain though, this was rather nice. It also gave him a good opportunity to regain his strength.
Turning around he got a better look at his home for the foreseeable future. There was nothing. No bed, no furniture, no anything really. Just the same crumbling walls and rustic metal bars. Taking a seat against the stone he closed his eyes, a little rest wouldn't hurt. Not that he was going to sleep anyway.
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Akutagawa had been sent to this forest with one mission, the retrieval of one man. He’d heard rumours from his superiors and colleagues, of a demon that once resided within their ranks. Causing death with every step he took. Then, one day he disappeared. Leaving not a trace behind.
There had been a never-ending search for this man since the day he left. Now, five years later, a strange white cloaked man appeared before his boss claiming he knew the whereabouts of this demon. Akutagwa had been sent to the place the white cloaked man described to find and retrieve the demon.
Akutagwa had his doubts. Someone who managed to evade them for five years couldn't possibly pop up out of the blue randomly. Something felt wrong about the whole situation. This was most likely another trap set with the intention of overthrowing the boss, using his weakness as leverage to get what they desired. White cloak was no different in his eyes.
Sighing, he continued searching. This forest was rumoured to be home to a dragon. Incredibly unlikely. There hadn't been a dragon sighting since the seventeenth light festival. Seven hundred years ago.
Adjusting his visor he bent down, inspecting the plantlife. He'd seen many unrecognisable plants during his time here. It wasn't unusual as this wasn't within his territory. He would like to collect some for his younger sister, but the mission came first. All he needed to do was scope out the area and prove that white cloaked dick wrong.
Standing up he supposed it was time to get going, he'd already finished his search of this area. However, before he could leave something crashed into his chest. Not something, someone. A boy with snow white hair, a panicked expression on his face.
Glancing up from the boy he noticed a pack of wolves, if they could be called that, chasing him. These wolves were unlike any he had ever seen. Big and ferocious. Still, no match for someone of his status.
The wolves after scenting his presence backed away, tails between their legs as they ran. Serves them right for interrupting his work. Before he could shove the boy off him he felt himself get lifted. Before he could process what was happening, the boy was sprinting, holding Akutagawa like you would a shield.
He screamed at the man, just who did this kid think he was? The kid mustn't have noticed the wolves were no longer pursuing him. Roughly, the boy dropped him. Just what the heck was wrong with this child? Coughing a few times he stood up facing away from the boy. He only now remembered the tail he spotted as the boy carried him. Ah, a shapeshifter. That explains it then.
The boy tried to warn him about the animals of the forest. Just how weak did he think he was? Turning to face the boy, he glared at him. Although it unfortunately wouldn't be noticeable through his visor. The boy looked to be in his late teenage years, maybe early adulthood. A good inch and a half shorter than himself. Atop his head sat a pair of ears, white as snow with black markings. A white tiger perhaps?
Before he could comment on them the boy unexpectedly blurted out that he thought Akutagawa was…scrap metal? Akutagawa had never been so disrespected in his life. Not even when he lived in the slums. No one would dare speak to him in such a brutish manner. Let alone compare him to...scrap.
The boy, having realised what he said, started running. Like hell Akutagawa would let him get away after humiliating in such a way!
He made chase, eventually catching up with the boy. He managed to deliver a worthwhile beating. Not wanting to dirty his nails with flesh he pulled out his sword, preparing to use that to dice the boy to shreds.
Until he was unexpectedly blocked by something. No, someone. A tall brunette rushed forward from god only knows where and used his very own arm to block the strike meant for the shapeshifter. With his other arm he pushed the shapeshifter a good few meters back. Akutagawa was frozen. Partially from the shock of being intercepted so swiftly but mainly because this man fit the description he was given from his boss to T.
The perfect replica. Not to mention the reflexes, this just had to be him! At some point, he didn't realise when he was shoved to the ground. The longer he stared at the brunette the more he began to recognise his features. Although he was covered in mud something about him felt familiar. Well, there was all the time to figure that out later. When he completed his mission. And so, Akutagawa hoisted the brunette and dashed as fast and as far as he could to the exit of the forest.
Glancing behind him occasionally he noticed the shapeshifter sprinting with all his might after them, unfortunately, the boy was just too slow. This was going much smoother than he expected. Until, his vision went dark. Something massive had flown above them. In the time it took him to look above the thing was gone. What the hell happened? Before he could begin his sprint again the ground shook, all the trees he was planning to dart between were crushed within an instant.
Looking upwards he was met with the sight of the biggest monster he had ever laid his eyes upon. This…this was impossible! Dragons were extinct! Nothing more than a myth, he would know. Before thinking twice he dropped the brunette and left the scene, his legs carrying him the fastest they ever had. This wasn't good. Not only had he failed the mission, he also saw what was supposed to be an extinct creature flying about causing trouble. And he was also caught in its territory. This wouldn't bode well with the boss.
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He arrived at the entrance of the forest where he tied his horse. The dragon hadn't followed him thankfully. Swiftly climbing onto his steed, swinging a leg over the saddle he began the day-long trip home.
Sure enough, once he arrived at the manor there was quite the welcoming party waiting for him. Once they spotted him no one cheered. It was a custom only to celebrate after a mission had been accomplished. He, had not completed his mission. Slowing his horse he climbed down. One of the servants of the manor rushed to retrieve it and bring it back to the stables.
His sister ran up to him, her mask pulled down to her neck.
“Brother, was this another trick?” Her voice was quiet.
He glanced down at her then up at the crowd.
“No, I saw him.”
All eyes snapped to him. His sister's eyes went wide. “Brother…you..”
He admitted that he saw the demon, but failed to retrieve him. This did not warrant a light punishment. The boss wouldn't be pleased. Someone in his position should have claimed it was another hoax, avoiding the inevitable punishment that came with failure. This made him wonder, just how many people had come across the brunette and failed to capture him?
“Take me to the boss.” His voice carried the authority meant for a lord, considering his status ‘lord’ wasn’t too far off. Someone dressed in all black immediately appeared at his side,
“Right this way sir,”
They began the walk to the boss. Akutagawa struggling to conceal his fear.
The manor in which he resided was a tall, immaculate building. Home to his kind. It wasn't a warm nor welcoming place. Everything about it screamed death and lifelessness. He kept his head glued forward, not paying much attention to his surroundings. Mind too clouded with fear.
They arrived at a pair of familiar doors on the highest floor. The black cloaked servant vanished, leaving him alone to face undoubtedly one of the most intimidating men to ever walk this earth.
With a deep breath he pushed the doors open, stepping inside the familiar room that has changed the course of his life with every entrance. This time would be no different. The boss wasn't sitting at his desk instead he was standing with his arms behind his back, looking out one of the floor to ceiling windows.
“Ryunosuke, how did the retrieval go?” The boss said, still unmoving from his stance at the window.
Akutagawa stepped towards him then dropped down into a kneel, “I have failed my lord,” His head bowed. Preparing for the punishment.
“Hm. You saw him then? A man that fits my description?” Surprisingly the boss didn't sound angry or upset at his failure. If anything he seemed… to be in a good mood?
“I suppose you were right then,” The boss turns to face the velvet chair opposite him. Akutagawa didn't notice the man sat there from his perch on the ground.
“Have I ever been wrong about such a thing?” The other man spoke. He had a thick accented voice. Akutagawa presumed this was the white cloaked man.
“Ryunosuke, did you see anything else during your travels?” The boss's calm voice snapped Akutagawa from his surprise.
“Yes, I'm afraid our presumptions on the dragon race were…incorrect.”
This was the first time Akutagawa had ever seen a shocked expression on his boss's face. The man was always cool, calm, a little smug at times but never had he ever held even a slight expression of shock. At least not during the time Akutagawa had known him for.
“I see. Thank you Ryunosuke. You can go now,” This was an order. Akutagawa quickly stood, bowed and got the hell out of there. How he wasn't punished went beyond him.
Whatever happened now was beyond his control. Hopefully that dragon wouldn't seek revenge, otherwise that would cause problems.
Right now though, he needed to find his sister.
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Why hadn't that dragon came back yet? He had been laying on the ground for ages. He couldn't hear a thing from outside his confinement, maybe, there was some type of soundproofing spell cast.
Glancing at the bars separating himself from freedom then at the door leading to the exit of the room a thought came to his head. Staying cooped up here wasn't accomplishing anything. Plus, Odasaku had a time limit. He couldn't afford to dawdle any further.
Now that his body was rested enough, it was prime time to escape and continue with his mission, no matter how reckless it may be. Pushing himself up from the wall he'd been sleeping on he stepped towards the metal bars.
They were regular metal, rusty even. Just how weak did this dragon think he was? Reaching a hand between the bars he took hold of the lock. Again, rusted. Using his other hand he retrieved the thin paper clip he’d hidden in his hair before entering the forest. Bending down, one ear to the lock and one hand holding the hair clip. He easily popped open the lock.
Before he pushed the door open he felt for any trace of magic, none. It was almost as if the dragon wanted him to escape. Highly likely if he was honest with himself.
Pushing the metal door open he freed himself. Going towards the next door separating himself from his confinement and freedom. Using the same strategy as before he unlocked this door with ease. Again, no trace of magic anywhere. Quietly he slipped out the door, soundlessly closing it behind him.
Notes:
I'm super tired and didn't have enough time to edit this chapter as much as I would've liked, sighhghhhhfud.
Hopefully its still enjoyable.
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The cave was unchanged, doors lining the walls alongside windows and large open spaces. No sign of the dragon anywhere. Maybe he was out… hunting? Doing whatever dragons did in their free time.
Firstly, he needed to get a grasp of how high he was. He figured it would be higher than before considering all the stairs they had to go up. And before was already high enough.
Soundlessly he stepped towards the wall of windows. Light shone through them, giving him the clarification night hadn't come yet. Atsushi had most likely made it back to the guild by now.
He finally arrived at one of the windows. They were made from metal and wood. No glass. He could easily fall if he wished. Peering over the edge of the window all he could see was white. Was it clouds?
This made it a pain to really get a grasp of how high he was. Still, if he was above the clouds attempting to climb down would be a bitch. He'd probably fall. As appealing as that sounded, he had a mission to complete.
Stepping back from the window he decided coming up with a plan for his escape would come later, right now he needed to scope out his surroundings.
The room was large and spacious with an incredibly high ceiling. Unusually clean too. Did this guy have maids? If he did, they were ridiculously well hidden.
Turning his head towards the dining section of the room. He noticed the long dining table he saw when that dragon led him through here.
Well, it was better to test his luck rather than waste time fretting over useless things such as windows. And so, Dazai quietly trotted over towards the long dining table.
Now that he was closer this so-called ‘dining table’ was more like a 200 meter cricket pitch. It reminded him of those overly long tables in fantasy stories that kings and queens sat at. Never speaking to each other as the chairs were purely just too far away to hear the other.
The chairs themselves were the epitome of royalty and luxury. Gold framed with a tall headboard and intricate designs. If these chairs were for the dragon… weren't they a little too tall?
That made him wonder, was there anyone else living here? Or did the man have a habit of kidnapping poor, lost and injured adventurers then forcing them to play kings and queens with him. Dazai inwardly shuddered.
Glancing back to the table he noticed the bowl of fruit he saw upon his entrance. Taking a step closer he noticed the so-called ‘fruit’ wasn't actually fruit, instead it was glass shaped fruit. Genuinely what was up with this ginger? Long ass table, massive chairs, no proper windows and now glass fruit?
Sighing he stepped away from the table. Hanging around here obviously wasn't getting him any closer to what he needed. And so, he left that part of the cave and entered a long hallway with doors on the left and right.
This must've been the hallway that the dragon carried him through. Good place to start. He stepped up to the door closest to him on his left and pulled on the handle. This one… wasn’t locked? Silently swinging the door open he peered inside.
A large floor to ceiling window illuminated the space. Pottery of all shapes and sizes littered the floor. Some grouped up in piles whilst others shattered to pieces, laying broken on the ground. Dazai had never been a big pottery fan unlike some of his fellow guild mates, he never understood the appeal. Sure bowls and cups were useful but he never understood those who went out of their way to collect such useless trinkets.
This pottery wasn't anything special by the looks of it. Majority were filled with chips in the sides and faded colour. The pieces themselves were common merchant sold household items such as bowls, vases and cups. Nothing really standing out.
He took a step inside, glancing down at one of the bowls sitting at his feet. The thing was empty. Going around to a few other pieces he noticed a pattern. All were either empty, or filled to the brim with gold. Gold was a rare, expensive valuable. It being stored in such an… unworthy place almost made him chuckle. He knew people that would rather kill themselves than let their gold or gems get disrespected in such a way. Whilst this dragon had not a care for such things.
Maybe he had too much of it and didn't have any other place to store it. Or, he just didn't care what happened to it. Dazai had read dragons valued their treasure above all else and were incredibly territorial when it came to things they valued. Maybe it didn't count since this was kept safe within his domain.
Another question floated idly around his mind. Where did this dragon acquire so much pottery?
Dazai looked around at a few more of the pots before deciding it was a useless endeavour and moved onto the next door.
This one was locked, unlike its neighbour. Using the same trick as before he easily broke through the lock. Opening the door and stepping through. Preparing himself for the unexpected, or more pottery.
This room had no windows. Only one dimly lit candle seemingly at the end of its life sitting alone in a corner. Glancing over to the light source he noticed not one, not two but three diamond swords hanging on the left wall. The light provided was dim, but enough to see that this was an armoury.
He stepped towards the candle and picked up the flame with his finger. A trick he learned from his travels. Using his finger to carry an existing flame was much safer than lighting his own, possibly alerting the dragon.
Walking around the room he noticed it was smaller than the pottery one. Swords, maces, spears and other such weapons hung from the walls. Rectangular tables littered with knives and varying sharp things stood in the middle of the room. Barrels with what he presumed to be gunpowder sat in a dim corner, piling up to the roof. Everything was covered in a thin layer of dust. This room clearly hadn't been maintained very well.
Why would a dragon of his caliber need such humane weapons? Maybe another hobby? From what he knew so far the dragon disliked clothing, enjoyed pottery and weapons and… was a midget. With anger issues. Not much to go off really.
Dazai scratched his head. This room obviously did not have what he was looking for. Onto the next one!
If only this guy had a hobby about collecting rare flora…
Moving onto the next door, Dazai felt around the metal handle and pulled. This room was unlocked. It again had floor to ceiling windows similar to the pottery room. But instead of pottery, this room was empty. Glancing around he sensed no trace of magic. So, deciding against wasting more time he closed the door and moved onto the next room.
He got through 15 doors in total. All were unlocked and either stuffed with pottery and gold or empty. No more armouries or single candles. He was getting nowhere. Moving towards the last door in the hallway he noticed after pulling on the handle that this door was locked. Maybe this was a second armory. Or better yet, a greenhouse!
Stepping inside the room he noticed it was dark. No candle, no window, nothing. Pitch black. Leaving the door wide open so the light from the outside could seep in he took a step inside. From the little light the outside provided he saw…nothing. This was probably another empty room. Before he could sigh and move on, the door snapped shut behind him. Trapping him in an uncomfortable darkness.
How could this be? Dazai was certain he had felt no magical energy or spells cast on any of the doors. Unless…
“Show yourself.” His voice was loud and commanding. He suspected someone else was here.
Before he could speak again Dazai felt his body get pulled further into the room. As much as he struggled he couldn't break free. He felt his body slam into something solid. The room was still dark.
He tried groping around only to feel something warm and slightly soft under his fingertips. Quickly swatting his hand away.
Desperate times call for desperate measures, before he had the chance to light a palm fire the area around him lit up with dim candlelight.
Blinking a few times to adjust to the sudden light he looked up. Only to, unfortunately, be met with the smirking face of the dragon he’d been trying his best to avoid.
He was sat between the thighs of the man. That force that pulled him must've been the dragon himself. He attempted to get up but something was pulling him down, as if gravity itself was restricting his movements. He tried his hardest not to think about what he'd been touching before.
He chuckled awkwardly, looking everywhere but the dragon's face. “Well, I got lost on my way to the bathroom...”
The dragon's eyes never left him, something dangerous shining in his pupils.
“I don't remember giving you permission to leave.”
Something warm and soft brushed against his waist, pushing him closer into the dragons embrace. He attempted to turn his head only to learn he could no longer move any part of his body. Not even his mouth to speak.
“I knew you wanted something. All humans are the same… Now, before I kill you, mind telling me what made you so intent on snooping around my home huh?” The dragon grabbed a fistfull of Dazai's hair, forcing his head upwards to look him in the eyes.
Shit, this wasn't good. He knew he’d bump into the beast eventually but doing so like this? Nevermind his dignity, even his life was on the line!
He glared up at the man. That same soft thing from before brushing against his back. It tickled.
I would give you an answer, If you let me speak! He screamed inwardly.
“Hm? Not saying anything? Guess I have no choice but to kill ya then.” The dragon's smirk deepened. The hand in his hair tightening once again. At this rate, Dazai wouldn't have any hair left after his death. How unsightly!
“It's a shame, truly. Such a pretty face…”
Dazai was a proud man. He took pride in the compliments given to him by women and he knew he was handsome. Pretty? No one had ever said such a thing to him. A shame it had to happen at a time like this.
The dragon released his hold on Dazai's hair. “There is one more thing though, that boy from the forest… How did you become acquainted with such a powerful Vampire?”
Notes:
Here is some picture references for the doors described in this chapter - https://www.facebook.com/61551917336371/posts/-knock-on-850-years-of-history-this-12th-century-door-at-wells-cathedral-has-swu/122249701736063911/
Chuuya pretty much lives in a medieval castle. Only, underground.
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Dazai's eyes widened. Vampire? That boy from the forest was a vampire? He knew the child felt off but a vampire? Ludicrous.
However, as insane as it was he couldn't completely disregard the idea either. Afterall, what did the dragon gain from lying to him?
He suddenly felt the strength return to his arms and vocal cords.
“I don't know that child. He was the one that attempted to kidnap me,” Dazai said, rubbing his head. Wait. If that vampire had already caught onto his location, had others? Did they know about the guild? If they did, it would be dangerous for him to return.
That was, if he could escape the man before him.
“A vampire, kidnap a human?” The dragon muttered absentmindedly. Dazai had to admit, the idea was rather absurd.
Dazai turned his head to glance behind him. He needed to find a way out of this. Something scaly but soft still pressing into his back. Looking down he noticed it resembled the tail the man had when he was in dragon form. Why did he have a tail with the appearance of a human? Atushi sometimes had his tiger tail out, but these two were completely different species!
For a dragon tail it was surprisingly soft. It wrapped around the man's legs, trapping Dazai in a makeshift cage in front of the dragon.
He heard rustling above him, a hand coming to rest on his head. “Are you… on the run from vampires? Is that the reason you decided to stay with me?”
The dragon wasn't too far off. He was indeed on the run from vampires, but he had been for years. Worst case he had to leave the guild. He wouldn’t need to stay with a dragon for the sake of his safety. But, for some strange reason the dragon almost looked pleased.
Dazai wouldn't technically be… lying if he said yes? Plus, what other option did he have right now. Anything that postponed his suffering was worth it.
“Yes, I am. That's why I came here. They poisoned my friend in the hopes that I would come to them for the antidote…” This was more of a half truth. Dazai still didn't know what caused Odasaku's poisoning, although he had his suspicions. He did indeed come to this forest with that goal.
“I see…” The dragon's hand left his head. Why had it lingered so long? The man appeared to be thinking. How gullible.
“How about we make another deal, human.” The dragon said. Voice cold.
Another deal? How interesting. “Name your terms.”
Smirking down at Dazai the dragon continued, “My goal, is to wipe out all vampires from existence. And I believe you could be of use to me.”
This dragon wanted to kill all vampires? What a goal indeed. While dragons were undoubtedly the most powerful magical creatures to roam the earth, vampires had numbers. Hundreds of vampires existed, huddled together in clans built upon strict rules and loyalty.
For all he knew, dragons were very small in numbers and tended to keep to themselves. The odds of this dragon managing to wipe out the entire vampire population was rather slim. Dazai was willing to hear him out though.
“And just how might I be of use to you?”
“You said the vampires were after you? Yes? And one of them now knows your location. If I were to…say, use you as bait, I could trap them then kill them, in one fine swoop. Then, my goal of wiping them out would be completed and you’d no longer have those wretched animals glued to your tail.”
Dazai blinked. Bait? This dragon… wished to use him as bait? As amusing as the idea was, Dazai had no interest in becoming bait for a dragon. God knows what would happen to him after.
An idea came to his mind. If he agreed, surely this dragon would treat him better, maybe even trust him. Hell, they might even form a bond over mutual hatred! If so, finding the herb needed would become much easier.
Although, the dragon had one large hole in his grand plan. The vampires after him were only one clan. Sure, they may be influential but only one nonetheless. There were many vampire clans out there. Killing one wouldn't be the same as wiping out them all.
Unless this dragon didn't think there were many vampires to begin with. Afterall, who knew how long it had been since this dragon had last come into contact with a vampire.
“You do make quite the appealing proposition dragon, I agree.” This dragon's shitty planning didn't matter to him. Afterall, once Dazai got what he needed he would leave. The sooner the better. And why not get into the dragons good books too?
-
Now, if you were to tell Dazai three weeks ago, hell, even three days ago, that he would find himself imprisoned by a dragon, forced to be said dragons bait, he would surely laugh at you, and say something along the lines of, ‘as if bruh.’ However, if you were to tell him all this, but then add on he would be watching said dragon make pottery Dazai may as well just drop dead right before your eyes!
The dragon, which he now knows holds the name of one Chuuya Nakahara, after agreeing to the terms of his deal, had been sticking… oddly close. For example, Dazai isn't able to bathe in peace anymore without the dragon- no, Chuuya appearing before him with his creepy teleportation abilities (Seriously how many powers did this guy have?!?). Now, due to this strange clinginess Dazai finds himself with his hands around sunken wet clay, spinning it on a pottery lathe, getting an indepth tutorial from said dragon.
All those rooms from before, with the cracked pottery. Had… Chuuya made everything?
“Oi, you listening?”
Snapping out of his thoughts, Dazai responded, “Yes yes I am…”
Chuuya glanced at Dazai's clay, which had now folded in on itself for the 12th time this evening.
Dazai was indeed not listening. A day had passed since Dazai agreed to the dragon's deal. Not only had Chuuya not made a move to use Dazai as bait, he hadn't done anything. Not once had he left the cave, and Dazai’s worry over Odasaku's condition only worsened with every hour they spent wasting away doing something pointless.
Muttering Chuuya responded, “You're obviously not…”
Dazai sighed. “Chuuya, why exactly are we making pottery right now?”
Chuuya's eyes flicked towards Dazai's sunken clay, then to his face. “You obviously have no skill for it, why not practice?”
Dazai glanced at Chuuya's creation. What exactly was it? A bowl? A Cup? “Maybe you should practice too…”
“Oi, the fuck did you say?”
“Nothing nothing~ but, I must ask…”
Chuuya groaned. “Go ahead.”
“When I was ‘snooping’ around before, all those rooms filled with pottery, did you make all of that?” Dazai said.
Chuuya paused. “Yes, it gets quite boring being stuck here. Alone all the time. And where else would I store my gold?”
Being alone all the time sounded rather nice to Dazai. However, it would get boring after some time. Afterall, who would he get to annoy? Speaking of annoying, he thought back to the guild. Hopefully they were doing alright.
A dragon's lifespan was unmeasurable. Who knew how long this guy had been living in solitude for, alone. Maybe that's the reason he was so onboard with letting Dazai stay, even though he knew he held ill intentions.
One thing didn't make sense though, Chuuya had a human form. Sure he had horns and a tail, but those are easily hidden. Why doesn't he just…go explore nearby towns?
“Chuuya, why don't you just leave?”
The dragon scoffed, “And where would I go? There isn't a human town for miles.”
Dazai stared at him. Did this guy never leave his cave or what? Many villages have popped up around here lately. Sure not in the forest, but close enough. Considering these mountains had a good supply of fresh water and lush farming grounds, who wouldn't want to build a civilisation here?. Sure a few hundred years ago there were no towns nearby, but this guy had to have left his cave at least once… right?
Dazai spoke very carefully, “Chuuya, you do know there are numerous villages around here, right?” After waiting a moment for the dragon's response, only to get nothing. He continued. “Have you not left this cave?”
The dragon looked to the floor, clay forgotten. “I have… I just haven't gone very far, that's all.”
Dazai felt the strong urge to ask him why, but judging by Chuuya's body language, this was quite the touchy subject.
They both sat in awkward silence for a little while. Neither knowing what to say to the other. Chuuya's to-be bowl now flat as a pancake, still spinning.
Dazai decided to be the first to break this silence, “Why don't we go out to one then?”
Chuuya's head snapped up to face him. Shock evident on his face. He must’ve not been expecting Dazai to suggest such a thing.
“And… why exactly would we do that?” Chuuya asked.
“Well, staying cooped up here isn't getting us any closer to catching vampires. Plus, we might be able to find some better furniture… or decoration. This place feels so empty.”
Chuuya furrowed his brow. “I’ll have you know I carved each individual piece of furniture here. You dare make fun of it?”
Dazai chuckled, “That must be why it's all so bad!”
Chuuya looked as if he wanted to smash Dazai's head into his clay.
“You really are a brat aren't you.” He growled, fangs bearing. If Dazai didn't know any better, he’d presume Chuuya was the vampire.
“Now, should we get going? Or are you going to give me a genuine good reason we can't?” Dazai said confidently with a smug grin. Standing up from his stool, clay all but forgotten. Dazai couldn't wait to get out of here. The place did not feel homey.
“...We have to stay, so when the vampires come, I can kill them!!” Chuuya shouted.
Dazai had to fight to stifle a laugh. That was his reasoning for keeping him locked up here? Not using him as bait to actively track the vampires?
“Chuuya… The vampires have no idea where I am currently. How do you expect them to ambush us when they don't have a clue where I am?” He had to control his tone, Afterall the dragon lashing out at him wouldn't be great right now.
“But, one of them saw you before, they are after you, correct?”
Seriously, how long had this guy been cooped up in his little cave bubble?!? He really had no idea how anything worked.
Again, controlling his tone Dazai continued, “Chuuya… this forest is a very big place. Not to mention the size of your cave. Sure one of them may have spotted me, and yes they are after me. That does not mean they know my precise location.” He wanted to giggle at the dragon's stupidity, but to much shame, held it in.
“Not to mention, if we were to go to a nearby town, and say there was a vampire station there, wouldn't it be best if they saw me? Afterall, it would help them hone in on my location.”
Dazai had zero intention of being spotted by another vampire. Let alone so close to home. The only reason he said this was so Chuuya would get him the hell out of this cave and he could potentially find a means of escape. Dazai wasn't even sure there would be vampires, let alone any from the clan that needed him. Unless, a bounty had been put on his head. That would make things much harder if he wished to return to the guild.
The dragon pinched the bridge of his nose. “I suppose you're correct,” He said with much difficulty. “This town you speak of, will it have clothing garments too?”
Dazai blinked.
What? It was a village, obviously it would sell clothing. Had this dragon… never been to one before?
“Um, yes?”
“That's good. Your tunic has holes in it.”
Dazai glazed down to his shirt. That, indeed, did have holes in it. Courtesy to the bashing he received from this dragon earlier.
“Wonder whose fault that is” He grumbled.
It was odd the dragon was making comments about his clothing though, after all he was so adamant it didn't matter before. And, Dazai was surprised when he first saw the man's human form. He’d half expected a stark naked man to waltz out of the shadows.
Maybe this town would sell bandages too.
“Alright, we will depart at dawn. For now, get the fuck out of my sight.”
“Jeez, rude much for a guy that was practically clinging to my thighs for an entire day.”
He barely managed to dodge a lump of wet clay being flung at his head.
“OKAY, OKAY, I'M LEAVING CALM DOWN!!” Quietly he continued, “asshole.”
“WHAT WAS THAT?!?!”
“I'M GOING!!!”
Dazai quickly got the hell out of there.
-
Even after spending an entire day in this cave, Dazai still hadn't grasped the full complexity of it. At least before, he had a dragon glued to his side directing him on where to go. Now however, he was just roaming around aimlessly. Looking for a bed to sleep in or better yet, that fucking herb.
When he eventually caught the bastards that did poison Odasaku, he would torture the living daylights out of them for putting him through this mess!
After passing the same piece of crudely made furniture he gave up. That dragon was most likely nearby, mocking him. Just thinking of the beast brought a sour taste to his stomach. The quicker he got out of here the better.
Crouching down next to the maple bookshelf looking out of place next to the crystal chandeliers. Leaning his back against the side of it he closed his eyes. Sure his back would ache in the morning, all would be forgiven once he left this godforsaken place. A little sleeping on the floor wasn't too bad in retrospect. Plus, the carpet was incredibly comfortable.
Chuuya needed to work on his craftsmanship abilities though…
-
Morning came quite easily. Dazai hadn't slept, but he had rested his body. The bruises on his back and forearms turned an ugly greenish colour overnight. Proof they were healing. Unusually quickly too. Considering past experiences, they should be a deep purple. Not green. Shrugging he stood up from his perch on the carpet. Who cares how it happened, as long as he healed.
He’d counted the minutes. If his calculations weren't incorrect, seven hours had passed. More than enough time for morning to come. His back was rather sore from the lack of a bed, but it was manageable.
Standing up he decided now would be prime time to bother that dragon.
“Chuuuyyaaa~~” He called, walking off in what he presumed to be the direction he came from yesterday.
Giving it a few minutes with no response he called again, “CHUUUUUYYAAA~~!” This time he cupped his hands around his mouth. No response.
“Jeez, I KNOW YOUR AWAKE!” He actually didn't know, he also had no idea where the dragon was. This cave was massive. The odds of the dragon being within hearing distance was incredibly slim.
Deciding to try once more, he took a deep breath, preparing to scream again. Before he had the chance to, a cold hand was thrust over his mouth.
“Scream one more time and I will tear your vocal cords from your throat.” The dragon snarled. Glaring up at Dazai.
It was obvious the beast must've recently woken up. Dazai had to fight the urge to laugh. After all, this dragon was trying his hardest to be intimidating… But instead he just looked like a chihuahua! With a tangled mess of bedhead…
“OI, what's so funny huh?!?”
Dazai giggled under Chuuya's hand. Deciding he wanted his speaking privileges back, he parted his lips and extended his tongue and gave the palm of Chuuya's hand a light kitten lick. Relishing in the way he instantly withdrew his hand. A dumbfounded expression on his face.
“Now, why don’t we get going hm?” Dazai smirked.
“You… fuck this. Follow me.” The dragon looked as if he wanted to say more. But instead just turned and walked. Expecting Dazai to follow. Which he did, delightfully. Skipping as he went even.
Notes:
hoho the story is progressing! I must admit though Dazai is being a bit of a dick in this chapter. What else is new?
CHUUYA NAME REVEAL!!! ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ
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Chapter 11
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Chapter Text
Dazai stood behind the dragon, glancing over to the glassless window the dragon had led him to. A feeling of dread suddenly came over him.
“I thought we were leaving. Why are we here?” Dazai questioned.
Chuuya scoffed. “How else would we leave? Unless you want to walk down the stairs.”
Oh no. Something clicked in Dazai's brain. Dread washing over him. This dragon wanted to… jump from the window to leave. Sure it was a better alternative than stairs for anything with wings. Which Dazai of course did not have.
Chuuya grabbed his shoulder and forcefully yanked him forward. “Hold onto me,”
Dazai was sceptical. How did he know this dragon wouldn't drop him? Although, it looked like he didn't have much of a choice. Worst case he fell pleasantly to his death.
Dazai wrapped his arms around the dragon's neck from behind. Chuuya turned his head and glared at him. “How will we fly if you're blocking my wings like this?” the dragon snarled.
Dazai blinked. He was going to fly in his human form? Not dragon? “Right. Ofcourse.” He muttered. Removing his arms and moving to step in front of the dragon. Whilst he was contemplating how he would cling to the man he felt an arm snake around his waist. pulling him against the dragon's chest. Before he could struggle another arm went around to hold the underside of his thighs, lifting him with ease.
“You're lighter than expected.” The dragon stated. “Wrap your legs around me,” he continued.
“...eh!?” Dazai was shocked. The audacity of this man! Picking him up so easily. He squirmed against his hold. Was there really no other way to hold him?? Dazai did not enjoy this position in the slightest. Refusing to comply he glared down at Chuuya a sigh could be heard from the smaller man.
Before he had the chance to express his anger through taunts he felt his body grow light. The arms around him tightening as they fell through the window into open air.
Shutting his eyes, preparing himself for the feeling of flesh colliding with rock, and bloodcurdling crunch as bone snapped. However, instead, his body felt light. Not the lightness one would feel from a free fall, the lightness of floating. Carefully opening his eyes he noticed the sun, peeking from over the horizon. Birds chirped as they flew to collect their morning feed below him.
Dazai didn't have the time to bask in this feeling the day prior when the dragon flew with himself and Atsushi. Afterall, he had bigger worries. Such as his students' dire condition and the events prior. Now however, he felt no such worries. Only the feeling of wind grazing his cheeks, blowing his hair every back.
If anything he felt free. At some point during their descent the dragon had flipped their positions. Dazai's back pressed against the dragon's chest. Creating the feeling that he could fall at any time. The strong arms wrapped around his waist and chest holding him steady. As terrifying as this position was, Dazai felt not an ounce of fear. He could hear loud flapping behind him.
Due to this position Dazai couldn't turn to look at the dragon. Unfortunate really, he wanted to get a glance at the beast's wings.
From behind him he felt what he presumed to be the dragon's head burying itself into the crook of his neck. Dazai startled at the unexpected closeness, he could feel Chuuya's warm breath grazing his cheek.
“This way I won't have to shout to speak to you.” His voice was low, speaking directly into his ear. The dragon made a good point. Afterall, the wind ripping past their ears was rather loud. Dazai took his excuse at face value and decided not to question further.
Dazai took a moment to collect himself before replying, tilting his head so the dragon would be able to hear him easier.
He chuckled as if that would release the strange feeling residing within his stomach. “Do you know where to go?”
He felt the dragon scoff. That was a no then. Did this guy seriously never leave his cave?
Looking down at the forest they were flying hundreds of meters above, as much as he enjoyed being up this high it was hard to make out where they were from so high.
“You mind flying a bit lower?” He asked.
The dragon made no effort to respond, instead it dived. The gratefulness Dazai felt towards this position vanished in an instant. He couldn't even turn himself to cling to the dragon. Just before he had the chance to let out a shrill scream they came to a halt midair.
Dazai flopped forward, the arm the dragon had around his chest gone, instead going to wrap around his waist. Dazai glanced down at the trees. Now only a few meters away. Then at their feet, that were dangling midair.
This beast made them freefall. Again. Dazai would remember this.
Straightening himself into a more proper position he spoke, “You enjoyed that, didn't you?”
“Very much so.”
Dazai grumbled then looked back towards the expanse of forest. This area was unrecognizable to him. Thinking back to his and Atsushi's arrival here he remembered they were going to set up camp near a large clearing. If the dragon took him there, he should be able to direct them to the town he spoke of.
“Chuuya, is there a large clearing you know of, near where you first found me?”
The dragon didn't speak for a few seconds then replied with, “Yes, I remember you passed out there.”
Wow. Thanks for helping him relive unpleasant memories, dragon! Dazai hummed, “Take me there, will you?”
“What does going there have to do with the village?”
This guy really didn't get it, did he?
Dazai sighed. “I have no idea where we are, if you take me somewhere I'm familiar with, it should be easier for me to direct us to the village.” Dazai felt as if he was explaining things to a toddler.
Chuuya flipped their positions, now Dazai could cling to his neck. Then tightened his hold on Dazai's waist, without saying another word flew off into what he presumed to be the direction of the clearing.
-
They hovered a few meters above the clearing, Dazai knew the general direction he and Atsushi came from, but he also knew going that way would lead them to the guild, not the town he promised the dragon.
It’d be fine. All he needed to do was lie a little, direct them another way. Tricky when he wasn't the most familiar with his surroundings. But it seemed his companion wasn't any better.
“Put me down.”
The dragon slowly lowered them to the ground, releasing his hold on Dazai once they touched down. He half expected the dragon to just drop him. He peeled himself from the dragon's form. Turning away in embarrassment. He really was clinging to the man.
Quickly recovering, he turned his head to face the man, expression faltering slightly. He was face to face with a pair of the most beautiful wings he's ever seen in all his 22 years of living.
Dazai knew birdlike shifters, and other humanoid creatures with wings sure, but none of them even came close to the beauty of Chuuya's wings. They were thick and webbed, similar to the wings in his dragon form. With red tips to the flesh and feathers around the claws on the tips of his bone. They were large too. Much bigger than the man himself. Dazai couldn't help imagining them wrapping around him, how safe he’d feel.
Paired with the horns atop his head and the tail swaying side to side and faint marks littering his chest, Dazai wouldn't rule out the chance of the man being royalty. His beauty and grace nothing a mere commoner should possess. Dazai smirked. He would never tell the man any of this.
A shit eating grin spread across his face, “Such big wings for such a small dragon.” Dazai teased. Swiftly dodging the clump of dirt and grass hurled at his head.
“Now now Chuuya. No need to harm the innocent plantlife!” He sang, skipping off north.
The dragon reluctantly followed behind him.
At first, Dazai was on edge, preparing himself for a surprise wolf attack. However he slowly realised with the dragon by his side nothing dared come close. Not even a fly. That explained the wolf from before cowering away from the cave he took shelter in. It must've sensed it had gotten too close to the dragon’s domain and ran.
Thinking back to that cave, he wondered where the dragon was keeping his staff. Before he could ask, the dragon spoke first.
“Do you even know where you're going?” His tone was very unwelcoming. Laced with annoyance.
Dazai chuckled, “Of course I do! If you weren't so slow we’d be there already! Maybe you shouldn’t be a dragon, a slug is much more fitting.” The nickname he made up on the spot, grinning at Chuuya.
The dragon paused in his step. Eyes darkening. “Fuck you just call me twig?”
Dazai suddenly felt the urge to tease the man further, he also felt that his life was in danger. Deciding to ignore the latter, he continued walking as if nothing he said was wrong.
Pretending to be shocked he continued, “Whatever do you mean?”
He heard a grumble behind him then the dragon sped up his pace. Walking exactly a foot behind Dazai. Much better! He did expect a feistier reaction though…maybe the dragon had given up on him already?
-
Dazai’s original plan was to snake around the guild, heading to the neighboring town. But now rethinking his plan, a dragon wouldn't be so easy to fool. Not to mention the beast found Dazai in his cave really easily. His senses must be on another level. Meaning if they got too close to a human town he would know. And Dazai did not want him near the guild, let alone himself with the vampire threat. He should find a way to warn them, soon.
Meaning, Dazai had to take the long way. He knew where he was going due to the compass the dragon provided him from god knows where but he was still in unfamiliar territory. Making him wary. None of his worries physically showing of course.
-
A few hours passed and Dazai was tired. He could hold his own in a fight, but endurance? Walking for long periods of time? Not his thing. He did his best to avoid it. If that meant forcing someone to carry him or whining until his group made camp. The dragon next to him showed no signs of giving in to dazais' whines. The man didn't even look tired!
If anything the slug probably took pleasure out of Dazai's suffering. Flying would be easier, but the dragon next to him was very adamant on not returning to the sky unless absolutely necessary. The reasoning behind this, Dazai had no idea.
The forest hadn't thinned. Meaning the direction he was taking was correct. Normally, arriving at this town took a few hours from the guild directly. Taking into account the amount he and Atsushi took to walk to that clearing, then the detour he was taking, the forest shouldn't thin till nightfall. At least one thing was going his way.
He needed rest. On top of that he couldn't remember the last time he ate. His body was relatively used to long periods of starvation, but it had been days not to mention all the exercise he’d been doing.
Throwing his little remaining dignity to the wind he asked, “Slug, you don't happen to have any food do you?”
He heard a growl then silence. As if the dragon was contemplating answering. The nickname probably didn't help.
“You… haven’t eaten?” His tone was snarky, covering a hint of worry. Dazai heard the concern albeit not much, the man was clearly trying to hide it from Dazai. Not doing a very good job at it though.
Dazai turned to stare at him, dumbfounded. Of course he hadn't eaten?? He nearly died, then kidnapped, then locked away! When did he get a chance to eat?? Not to mention this dragon had never given him food!
“No, I haven't. Thanks for asking though. How considerate.” He scoffed.
The dragon, seemingly understanding his wrongdoings, bowed his head. It was odd to see him so… upset. Dazai almost felt a little bad. Keyword, almost.
“Back to my previous question, do you?” He continued, evening out his tone.
The dragon lifted his head, “I do not.” An idea seemingly coming to mind. “I could hunt something though?” The dragon seemed to perk up at the prospect of hunting. How funny for someone that deemed himself not an animal.
Dazai thought about it for a moment, deciding he could trust the dragon's hunting skills, he agreed. Afterall, what other option did he really have here?
Chuuya told him to stay put, then rushed off.
Dazai sighed to himself. Collapsing on the ground, finally relaxing his aching body. They should arrive at the town by nightfall if they continued down this path. Hopefully the dragon was quick with his hunt.
Thankfully, he was. Not even five minutes after Chuuya set out did he return. Two bloody rabbits held by the scruff of their neck in his hand, alongside a wild boar held under his opposite arm. Presenting his kills to Dazai. The dragon’s eyes practically screamed, ‘praise me!!’ Dazai had no such intentions. Deciding to mess with him instead.
Dazai hummed, staring intently at the man's kills. “Only two rabbits? Tsk tsk really is that the best an almighty dragon such as yourself could find?”
The dragon's eyes narrowed, lifting the boar as if to say, ‘are you blind?’
Dazai grinned, raising a hand over his narrowed eyes and looking around. Silently responding with ‘I don't see anything?’ By now the dragon knew he was being messed with.
“Just eat.” The dragon grumbled. Putting an end to their silent conversation. Throwing one of the dead rabbits to Dazai's feet. Then plopping down opposite him.
Dazai glanced at the bloody rabbit at his feet, then to the dragon now gnawing down on his own rabbit. Raw. And rather messily too. Blood going everywhere.
“What are you? A dog?” Dazai wrinkled his nose at the man.
Chuuya looked up from his meal, confused. “How else am I supposed to eat it?”
Dazai made a dramatic shocked noise, raising his hands to cover his face, “Chuuya! You really are a beast!” This man had a whole dining room, fake fruit and everything! But he couldn't cook food? Dazai was beginning to question if that cave really was home to only him. It would explain the numerous rooms. A space too big for one person.
“Chuuya…have you ever heard of cooking?”
The dragon scoffed. “Of course I have.”
“Then why don't you…”
“No point.”
“...”
This dragon really was hopeless. He wasn't much better though, if he could avoid cooking he would. Unfortunately he wasn't an animal. If he ate uncooked meat he’d get sick and die an unseemly death.
“You got a light?” He asked the dragon, poking his rabbit with a stick he found.
The dragon's eyes narrowed at him. Annoyed at his feeding being interrupted twice now.
“Why?”
Dazai let out a long, dramatic sigh. “Do I have to explain everything to you?”
The dragon glared at him. Then looked down at his food, ignoring Dazai to continue eating.
“Fine, fine, I can't eat this uncooked.”
The Dragon didn't raise his eyes, instead he lifted his hand the dead rabbit slowly rising from the ground. Then it lit ablaze. Dazai stared at it, eyes wide. Fire? Seriously? This guy could conjure fire from nothing. He could almost feel the dragon's smirk hidden behind the rabbit he was gleefully biting into.
He could do that too. If he had his staff that is.
Unfortunately, in his distraction he didn't register the burning smell until it was too late.
“Chuuya!! The rabbit!” His eyes widened. The dragon must've snapped out of whatever trance he was in too, instantly stopping the fire. The rabbit dropped to the ground. If you could still call it that. Now, it was a black lump. Burnt to a crisp, literally.
He scowled at the rabbit, then at the dragon. Using a couple of sticks to break apart the burnt crust until he found some small edible parts. It wouldn't taste good but he's had worse. At least this wouldn't kill him. His annoyance with the dragon growing.
-
Once they finished their meals, they continued walking, washing themselves at a creek. This involved Dazai getting the dragon soaked then running away. Only to get drenched himself moments later.
The two were now walking, dripping wet. It wasn't a cold day. But it was definitely not warm either. Luckily Dazai managed to convince the dragon to dry him. With the excuse, ‘you ruined my breakfast, it's only fair!’ Out of shame, the dragon agreed to use his fire to dry all water from Dazai's form. Leaving him warm and cozy for a good half hour.
After numerous breaks which Dazai proclaimed were necessary otherwise he would’ve collapsed and died on the spot, the pair eventually made it to the outskirts of the town with little interference.
-
Chuuya was ready to waltz right inside the village gates. Wings, horns and all. Dazai had to physically yank the man back by his hair.
“Just what do you think you're doing?” He hissed.
The dragon made an annoyed noise, then snarled “Going to the village? Isn't this your plan?”
Dazai stared at him as if he was the dumbest man alive. Which he may be. He released the man's hair to point to his wings, tail then horns.
Chuuya glared at him, but did as he implied. With a small puff of smoke his horns, wings and tail all disappeared. Leaving behind the appearance of a handsome young man. Even his marks were gone.
“There? Happy?”
“Very much so, let's get going now!” It was late evening, the sun beginning to make way to the moon. They needed to find some place to stay for the night. Being out at night with vampires around was never a good course of action. Lest he’s actually spotted.
Dazai and Chuuya left the coverage of the trees to head to the town gates. The village was small, but like most civilizations so far out they were protected by high walls and guards, sent from the capital. A safety precaution against monsters. Dazai and his companion needed to look seemingly normal to get through.
First, Dazai wanted to see if the guards were lax enough to let them through without an interrogation. He tested this by waltzing straight though. However, he was stopped. Unexpected really. But unnecessary.
“State your name and reason for visit.” A tall man clad in shining silver armour said. Blocking their way with a long, metal spear. He heard a faint growl from behind him. Dazai sighed. Glad to know he wasn't the only one annoyed.
“We're here as travellers, my name is Shuji, the one behind me is my loyal servant, Souta.” Fake names. Using his real name in a place like this, so close to home wasn't a good idea. Without looking behind him he could tell Chuuya was fuming.
The guard gave the two a look over, accessing them. Then he lifted his spear. “You may enter.”
Dazai grinned. “Thanking you kindly!” Without looking to see if the dragon was following, he skipped inside the gates of the town.
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