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Post by quinnlocke on Apr 12, 2020 20:53:15 GMT
Yosano checked Chuuya's heart rate, blood pressure, temperature, everything.
He was in absolute perfect health.
"I'm going to order an MRI and a Catscan. Dazai, you would do well to alert Ozaki of this new development."
She smiled for Chuuya. "Your big sister. She'll no doubt want to see you, even if you don't remember her."
Yosano looked over her chart. "I won't know until I get the results, but my guess is your mind took a beating hard enough to destroy the parts that hold your long term memory."
Dazai winced, he couldn't even begin to comprehend how much damage had been done to have caused this
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Post by Behax on Apr 12, 2020 21:11:35 GMT
Chuuya sat through and complied to everything with more patience than he would have, had he had his memories intact. Even Mori often struggled to get Chuuya to sit for proper examinations and tests, it was even a struggle to get him to rest properly. Chuuya wasn’t just an over loyal workaholic, he was also a restless individual by nature. But now…. Now he was showing none of that.
“I have a sister?” He asked, a little doubtful.
“What….Happened to me?” He’d been hesitating to ask that question, but the Doctor’s explanation of what could be wrong with him sounded serious. There was another question he wanted to ask as well, but he didn’t quite have the courage for that one. “Will I get it back?” remained unasked.
Once contacted it didn’t take Kouyou long to arrive at the hospital. Dazai would know her well enough to realise her composure was holding on by a single thread. There was an uncharacteristic tremble to her hands as she knocked on the door in the late morning.
Dazai had warned her of course, but something in her heart broke when Chuuya’s attention turned to her and there was no recognition in his eyes.
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Post by quinnlocke on Apr 12, 2020 21:17:54 GMT
Dazai left on a short trip for tea to allow Kouyou to speak to Chuuya on her own. Wanting to give them a moment.
Maybe if he was lucky, the person who knew Chuuya sometimes better than he did would jog something in him.
He had no doubt he was in for a lashing. Kouyou would not be forgiving for having let Chuuya stay in his corrupted form so long.
Dazai's head still ran through it over and over again. The choices he made in an effort to get to him quickly. Where had he gone wrong? What was the angle he missed?
He gave Kouyou a pained and apologetic smile when he returned to the room with the tea he'd promised to bring.
The smile and thanks that Chuuya had for him was painful. There was no hesitation, no sniffing to make sure Dazai hadn't done something to it. Just a smile, a word of thanks, and no suspicion what so ever.
It was awful
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Post by Behax on Apr 12, 2020 21:41:43 GMT
It was in a word devastating for Kouyou. It had been one thing to surrender Kyouka to the ADA, after all she could still see her, still talk to her. But to meet a Chuuya who did not even remember her. It broke her heart, however she kept a brave face as they talked.
For Chuuya on the other hand, as with Dazai, this woman did feel familiar to him. Her presence was calming somehow.
“They said you’re my sister?”
That hurt her a little bit.
“Something like that.”
“But your surname is Ozaki?”
“It’s….A little complicated. I would not call it a conventional family tie by any means but a strong one.”
When Dazai returned with the tea, she wanted to hate him, oh how she wanted to. Chuuya had trusted him, and by extension so had she, and now Chuuya didn’t even remember who he was, and was so….Unlike himself. Yet at the same time, despite Dazai’s walls, and his masks. She could sense the hurt in him.
“If you'll excuse us for a moment Chuuya, I would like to have a word in private with Dazai,” she smiled at Chuuya pleasantly as she stood to leave the room.
“O-oh...Okay, um Kouyou?” Just like with saying ‘Osamu’. Saying ‘kouyou’ somehow felt wrong to Chuuya, almost as if it wasn’t what he usually called her by.
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Post by quinnlocke on Apr 12, 2020 21:49:51 GMT
Dazai lowered his head. "I'm so sorry." He held back from saying ane-san, knowing it would no doubt make things worse.
The MRI revealed that yes, Chuuya's brain had suffered some damage. It was perfectly healthy, but there was residual scar tissue, no doubt from previous usage of Corruption.
For whatever reason this time his mind simply couldn't handle it. His memory shut down, perhaps in some bid to protect itself. If Chuuya didn't know of corruptions power, then he couldn't harness it, and his mind could come back.
"Yosano-sensei said he needs to be immersed in the familiar. Or at the very least what was familiar to him. His penthouse is where she reccomends he convalesce."
He swallowed hard before making his next statement. "She has suggested I stay with him."
At Kouyou's raised brow he added on. "I'm the only one who can stop his ability. If it comes out unwillingly. I need to be there to cancel it out."
He refrained from telling her he had been spending a great deal of his nights there already. When he and Chuuya were in their on stages.
Really he wasn't sure they were ever off. Hate sex was always on the table, and Dazai never could resist breaking into Chuuya's place. He had a really nice bathroom
Dazai had developed a bit of a bath bomb addiction that Chuuya begrudgingly indulged.
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Post by Behax on Apr 12, 2020 22:26:13 GMT
She wanted to be angry, she wanted to shout at him. What had happened? Why had it happened!? However she managed to keep her composure if for no other reason than the fact that Dazai sounded genuinely sorry (And she didn't want Chuuya to hear it.) She didn’t think she had ever heard a real apology from him.
Dr Yosano had given her a brief explanation of the situation, she supposed it made sense, and she knew that Corruption always carried risks. She expected the damage to Chuuya’s mind, and the scarring to his brain had gone undetected for so long because Mori had never managed to get him to consent to further examinations, always insisting he was fine.
Part of her wanted to deny Dazai from staying with Chuuya. However she could also see the logic to it, and leaving him alone right now was absolutely out of the question and it wasn’t as if she could take the time out to look after him. The Mafia couldn’t be short another executive when now it was down three. (Not including Dazai’s perpetually empty seat.)
She sighed.
“I suppose I can’t really argue with the good doctor, she did save his life after all. Fine. I will make sure that Mori stays out of your way, though you will probably have to expect a heavier guard presence in the building. But what do you want me to tell him…..And….” She hesitated, she almost never hesitated. “Do we know if this is permanent?” A question she was sure Chuuya must have on his own mind right now.
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Post by quinnlocke on Apr 12, 2020 22:53:53 GMT
He silently thanked Kouyou for being on the same page as him when it came to Mori. Dazai knew the doctor had best intentions at times, but knew he'd never be able to resist the opportunity to have a perfectly molded executive at his disposal.
Mostly because Dazai was already trying to talk himself out of doing the same.
Only his thoughts turned more towards rebuilding a life for Chuuya away from the things that caused this. The smile he had when Dazai gave him the tea. It had felt awful until...it felt nice?
His mind whirred and churned out the scenarios. Domesticity had never been on his mind, yet for some reason he clamored for it. Wanted it more than anything.
But deep down, he knew if Chuuya did regain his memory, he'd never forgive Dazai for taking away who he was. For not doing all he could to give it back.
"How much of his life do we want him to know?"
Yosano warned that giving Chuuya the full run down might very well send him into shock. Especially since without a memory, his morality and honor code were up in the air. They could traumatize him simply by informing him he killed ten people before collapsing from Corruption.
"Just, tell him he can trust me. That, I'm....his *friend*" the word stung so much it made Dazai's chest ache. They weren't friends, they were so much more. But how could he possibly tell Chuuya that while also not explaining how they came to be. "That I'm staying with him because he needs someone close by who can fill in the gaps and that your job requires your full attention."
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Post by Behax on Apr 12, 2020 23:21:52 GMT
She quirked a brow at Dazai’s use of the word friend. The pair weren’t half as subtle as they thought they were, but with a cease fire going on, and a need to work together to protect the city it was hardly worth splitting hairs over if they were fucking each other in between, so long as they still did their jobs.
She couldn’t particularly disagree with any of Dazai’s points, telling Chuuya who he was, what he did, in the state he was in that could only do more damage. She did however have to clarify that she meant Mori when she had asked her question. She agreed to let Dazai handle it, however with the stipulation that he better do it soon, otherwise she would do it for him. She could still keep the man at bay, but Dazai would have less control over the situation. The threat of losing that control assured Kouyou that the man wouldn’t avoid it.
“Very well,” she agreed before stepping back into the room and giving Chuuya a soft smile. The smile he gave back to her was so soft and uncharacteristic of him. This was not her Chuuya, and for a moment even her own thoughts strayed to if staying this way might be better for him. Chuuya thrived in the dark, but he could just as easily thrive in the light. He was flexible and adapted quickly after all.
“Chuuya,” she said, voice soft as she sat down in a chair by the bed. “The Doctor wants to keep you just one more night as a precaution, but tomorrow Dazai is going to take you home, and he’ll be staying with you for a while to look after you. He’s a good friend of yours so it’ll be fine,” she kept her voice even and her tone reassuring.
From his hospital bed he looked from Kouyou to Dazai, he seemed a little lost. At this point he was just being swept up in everything.
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Post by quinnlocke on Apr 12, 2020 23:55:44 GMT
Dazai left shortly after Kouyou. Promising to return for Chuuya the next day with proper clothes.
Chuuya's wine cellar was his first stop when he arrived at the penthouse. He found one of the cheaper vintages Chuuya had little interest in saving and downed half of it in minutes.
He'd been in this place so many times without Chuuya there. Yet it felt emptier than it ever did. Because he knew Chuuya wouldn't be returning. At least not the one he knew.
He looked through Chuuya's clothes trying to find something that didn't scream "fashion forward mafia exec with more money than he knows what to do with". Damn the chibi and his ridiculous obsession with name brands. Even his jeans were designer.
He hoped Chuuya's memory loss at least extended to the names of these clothes companies and he merely noticed the quality not the obvious expense they cost.
Dazai told himself he was only sleeping on Chuuya's side of the bed because he was drunk and didn't want to move over. The truth was, he couldn't bear to lay anywhere but where Chuuya was. He smelled his pillow, crying himself to sleep, blaming his emotions in the alcohol and not the deep painful loss he was denying he felt.
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Post by Behax on Apr 13, 2020 17:51:09 GMT
The next day Yosano cleared Chuuya to go home, physically there was no reason to keep him in the hospital any more, and well, keeping him there wasn’t likely to do anything now other than cause him more stress. She did however insist on calling a taxi, she’d heard about Dazai’s driving ability from Kunikida and didn’t think putting Chuuya through that was going to make matters any better.
Chuuya didn’t mention anything about the clothes. He did at least own items that passed for comfortable civilian wear, even if it was still absurdly expensive. He mostly seemed happy enough to just be out of the hospital gown.
He was quiet for most of the taxi ride back to his apartment, a different kind of quiet from how he used to get. He didn’t seem to really start questioning things until they made it to the building. It was a sleek black high-rise, everything about the interior screamed that this was a place for the wealthy, though in actual fact it housed a lot of higher ranking port Mafia who did not have residences of their own, or apartments and meeting rooms for guests from various business both legitimate and otherwise that they worked with.
A couple of the staff, security mostly, nodded or bowed when Chuuya walked through, or gave curt but respectful greetings. Which had Chuuya thoroughly confused by the time Dazai managed to usher him into the elevator and key in the code that would let the elevator onto Chuuya’s floor.
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Post by quinnlocke on Apr 13, 2020 19:27:41 GMT
Dazai felt like he was in a fever dream. Chuuya was in his civilian wear, his fashion forward, wildly expensive clothes. Walking with absolutely none of the confidence and swagger he carried himself with.
He walked nimbly along, eyes sometimes darting around curious of the world around him. It was endearing and so very wrong.
Dazai hated that he was bringing Chuuya directly into Mafia territory. But it was the only place they could bring him that would have some measure of familiarity.
He felt Chuuya staring at him as he typed in the code for the elevator to the penthouse. And even more when he procured his own set of keys for the door.
"You'll probably want to take a shower. I'll order something for dinner. Theres this French place you really like.
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Post by Behax on Apr 13, 2020 20:04:59 GMT
Chuuya might not have known where he was, but he was already figuring out that this was a more expensive part of town to live in, at least compared to some of the buildings they had passed on their way there. He had more questions when he saw Dazai punch in the code rather than pick a floor number, even more when the man produced his own set of keys for the front door…..The only door on this floor. He supposed that what people had said about him and Dazai being close must be true if he had his own set of keys to let himself into the apartment.
“I live alone?” He asked, feeling a little weird about the clear lack of neighbours. Wasn’t it unusual for someone to have an entire floor of a building by themselves? Not to mention one at the very top of said building? And then there were all the people in the lobby below who clearly knew who he was, and….some had left him with the impression that he was pretty important.
He followed Dazai in, and took his shoes and jacket off in the entryway. As he hung the jacket up his eyes lingered on the hat there. Something told him it was important, but he couldn’t remember why. He took it down from the peg and was flipping it over in his hands, and examining it while Dazai silenced the house alarm and got the lights.
He saw a name stitched into the inside.
“Rimbaud?” His voice was quiet, clearly talking to himself. Why did that name seem important? He frowned, the closest he’d gotten to his signature scowl crossing his features since he’d woken up.
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Post by quinnlocke on Apr 13, 2020 20:16:11 GMT
Dazai held his breath, if he stopped breathing the world might stop and Chuuya would look like himself.
He couldn't even begin to explain the hat to Chuuya. Their first meeting, their partnership, everything. That damned hat, he should have burned it along with Chuuya's car.
"He was someone you'd looked up to for a time." Dazai explained for lack of anything else to say.
'he tried to kill us, he's the reason you exist. He's....the reason we met.'
A thought came over him. Did Chuuya have any idea what so ever of his ability? Would he need to explain that? Would he have any of his control or skill over it?
Dazai never thought to ask Chuuya if gravity had just come naturally to him. It was already apparent that Chuuya had more than enough grasp of physics and motion to move the way he did while weightless. He might not have the words, but the instinct was there.
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Post by Behax on Apr 13, 2020 20:48:05 GMT
“Was?” That one word had so many implications. This ‘Rimbaud’ could be dead, or he could have done something to lose Chuuya’s trust, or simply Chuuya had moved on. The former seemed more likely, after all, he still owned the hat. He put the hat back on the peg, carefully, and then stepped into the apartment….His apartment proper.
Even with his lack of memory Chuuya could tell he was clearly a monied individual, that or someone took very good care of him. The place was expensively and extravagantly furnished though not cluttered. Whoever had decorated clearly had good ideas regarding spatial awareness.
He was smart enough to realise that asking ‘who was I?’ was a loaded question. One he might not like the answer to, and one that was…..probably unfair to ask of Dazai.
Chuuya walked over to a mantelpiece that surrounded a real fire (at least it looked like a real fireplace,) there were pictures in frames. While Chuuya didn’t have an extraordinary amount of personal photos littered around his apartment, he did have more than Dazai. Chuuya was after all despite his general demeanour quite sentimental.
He picked up a picture of him, and older gentleman with a monocle and another man with brown hair and a visor siting together in a bar, clearly enjoying each other's company. He screwed up his face as he tried to remember who these people were, but put the picture back with a sigh when he couldn’t. There were a couple of pictures of him with Kouyou, one of them at a cherry blossom viewing party. He was in a black and red Yukata.
The only one he found of himself and Dazai, had an older man with dark hair and sharp eyes standing between them, a hand on each of their outside shoulders. Dazai had bandages covering one side of his face and he looked….Empty. It sent a chill down his spine, so he put the picture back, not sure he wanted to ask about it.
“Um...Osamu? Where...Is my shower?” He said his thoughts coming back to an earlier comment Dazai had made.
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Post by quinnlocke on Apr 13, 2020 22:03:10 GMT
Dazai sighed watching Chuuya put the hat back on the peg. Had he actually thought just touching that hat would somehow magically restore Chuuya's memory?
A child's dream.
The photos on the mantle certainly didn't jog anything loose and Dazai hated that Chuuya insisted on keeping that picture. Though he supposed it was his own fault for refusing to allow Chuuya a more recent one.
"Your bedroom is up the spiral stairs," he said pointing up. "The master bath and your closet are there as well."
He dropped his own bag by the couch and silently thanked Chuuya for being pretentious enough to have a stupidly comfortable couch. He'd be spending his nights there for the foreseeable future. Kunikida promised to send his paperwork over via courier.
Dazai checked his phone, no messages, no calls, no emails. Damn his co-workers for actually listening to him when he said not to bother him.
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