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[Because even if it’s another him, it’s still Dazai isn’t it? And perhaps given other circumstances, other motivations —

like the chance for someone like Odasaku to keep living

— he would have done the same things as that other him.

Dazai is used to Chuuya’s jabs, but he hates suffering and pain, so he does lean back to avoid the next hit. He remains smug, even with his shirt pulled like this, just so he has to lean his head down and meet his partner eye to eye.

He knows what’s going to happen next. He always does. But that’s why he loves to prod the hornet’s nest.]

Then spit it out, Chuuya. [He drawls out that name, as always.] Use your words! Being cryptic doesn’t suit you at all.

[That's my job.]

[A part of him knows this and that part of him rages and seethes at the idea of using others to better his own desires. It's selfish, most of all undeserved because everyone deserves the power to choose for themselves.]

When that brat comes to you, stop lying to him. Most of all stop tryin' to pull strings to influence his choices.

It's bad enough to know there's another you out there. [He grits his teeth, that dark gaze flashing with torment. A memory of the "original" Chuuya and the shit Verlaine pulled serves as kindling to this fire.] Now they gotta deal with your shit too? I don't think so.

Let 'em figure it out. I don't care if you don't like where he ends upー he's his own person. Whether you see it that way or not.

Mm. Maybe I won't.

[He never had any plans to lie when the truth comes out, anyway. As long as Atsushi manages to figure it out himself.

Chuuya, however. Something malicious forms at the tip of his tongue. He really doesn't need to, but he's already pissed off at the other intruding into his business like this. Because this is just how they function, don't they? One can never get rid of the other.]

I think you're projecting too hard over here, Chuuya. What, are you jealous because your own mentor never gave you a choice?

[Cruel, cruel. Dazai might have turned traitor, exchanged his coat for a lighter one, but he has never really changed.]

Or are you afraid I would make him cut ties with everything else, much like what he did for you?

"Projecting"? [His tone drops into something low, a harsh, throaty chuckle that lusts for violence following.] Jealous? That's rich comin' from you!!

[His lips pull up into something wild and his eyes flash with a lust for violence. Dazai knows the right buttons to push. He doesn't care in the moments that follow. The rest is instinctive. He acts. Dazai's in the middle of not shutting the fuck up, and Chuuya's already throwing his head forward to slam right into his face.]

[Oh, this is easier to deal with. More familiar. Exactly what a certain someone needs, not these prying questions that stick too close to his soul. The impact comes quick and painful, but Dazai continues to laugh regardless. He knows he has won.]

[Dazai isn't the only one laughing. It lacks mirth and joy. Instead, it fringes upon madness and frustration. Dazai wants him to be a monster. It's easy and violentー everything a certain bastard projects that he needs. But they know that's not true. If it were, why are Chuuya's hands back in his pockets?

There's only a sweeping kick into Dazai's side that follows. A choice. His choice!]

[He takes it in full - maybe because he deserves it, maybe because he doesn't feel like dodging. Either way, this is Chuuya, and he's used to parrying his blows. Even if the impact does make him cough: he is the strongest martial artist of the Port Mafia, after all.]

Yeah, that's right. [He's still laughing, inky and murky and everything inhuman about him.] You've always been like this.

[He doesn't specify if Chuuya is a monster or a human.]

So have you!

[The grin he grants in response is wild. Natural for such a violent being. Dazai may cough, but he knows his kick is parried the moment it lands. The thrill from it carrie's into his eyes because there's nothing quite like fighting someone who can handle all that he is at his core. And with it a conveyance of trust in knowing his piece of shit of a partner in this dance of violence.

He's in step with him, knows the kick that sweeps out next might not knock Dazai's legs out from underneath him. What's left is to simply slam into him. Pin him down. There's all the frustration and passion to come with it. If Dazai wants it this wayー fine. They'll make an exchange in violence. The first strike is for that shitty tiger. This one is for coattails. The one actively struggling in the light just as much as you, Dazai.]

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