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Post by Behax on Apr 9, 2020 15:35:28 GMT
Corruption was a blade that cut both ways. For all the destruction that could be reigned down upon their enemies, it also took a devastating toll on Chuuya’s body. A miscalculation on Dazai’s part, or a cunning move on the part of their enemy meant that Dazai was later than usual in putting a stop to it, in releasing Chuuya from the torment of his own out of control ability. The redhead went slack in Dazai’s grip almost immediately. Not a good sign. He was difficult to rouse and would only open his eyes for a second or so before losing consciousness again. No matter what Dazai did or said, he just couldn’t keep Chuuya awake, and he was losing so much blood. Chuuya Nakahara, was dying.
Some quick phone calls and the Mafia executive was being rushed to a hospital. A quick examination by a doctor, and a second opinion from Mori himself, left Chuuya with a bleak prognosis. There was only one thing for it, a favour, a big favour had to be called in from Yosano.
Chuuya’s life was saved with little time to spare, however despite Yosano’s intervention he remained in a coma for a number of days. A testament to just how badly damaged his ability had left him, that even Yosano’s ability hadn’t been able to completely bring him around, a show of just how close to death he had been.
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Post by quinnlocke on Apr 10, 2020 0:26:44 GMT
Dazai ran through the scenario in his head over and over again, trying to find where he'd miscalculated, fumbled...fucked up.
Chuuya laid on the hospital bed, still unresponsive. His vitals were strong, if only his mind would catch on. He needed him to wake up. He needed to apologize. He'd messed up. Chuuya put his trust in him and Dazai...
He could still see the blood, still hear Chuuya's wheezing breaths. Dazai always thought Mori was nothing but a cold sadistic bastard, much like he was, but he would never forget the tired resignation in his voice when he quietly asked Dazai if perhaps Dr. Yosano might consider assisting.
She did of course, on the condition that Mori leave, and Chuuya be kept in a hospital. Not dragged off to some port mafia dungeon infirmary. He was her patient now, not Mori's.
"You need to sleep," she said, coming by to look over Chuuya's vitals. "You're no good to him exhausted."
"I've been napping."
Atsushi had brought a bag of Dazai's things and he'd made a little nest for himself in the corner of Chuuya's room.
"What will it take for you to get some actual sleep?"
"Is Chuuya awake?"
She sighed and came by to ruffle his hair affectionately. "I'm having a cot sent up. You can put it next to his bed for all I care. But you will lay down and you will get some sleep. Otherwise I'll have to admit you and you'll be in your own room on a different floor."
The threat of not only becoming a patient himself, but being taken from Chuuya's side was enough to spur Dazai into obedience.
The cot wasn't high enough for him to see Chuuya, but he could see his hand where it lay next to his body. The IV line was on the other side thankfully. He didn't think he could sleep seeing it right in front of him.
"Please wake up," he whispered, taking Chuuya's hand for a moment and giving it a squeeze. "I'm so sorry"
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Post by Behax on Apr 10, 2020 12:57:53 GMT
The downside to Yosano’s ability was while it could heal all physical wounds, it could not heal a damaged mind. It was up to Chuuya to fix that part himself. It was incomprehensible to most people, just how painful it was to be ripped apart from the inside by your own ability. Chuuya had to endure that every time, it may have really only been a matter of time before it really took its toll on his mind.
When Dazai took Chuuya’s hand and squeezed it, he might have felt the softest of squeezes back. The first reaction, the first sign that someone was still in there that Chuuya had shown for days.
It was still another full day before Chuuya showed any other signs of waking up.
Moonlight was filtering in through the blinds, as red eyebrows began to knit together. Chuuya’s eyelids twitched before he slowly blinked himself awake. His vision was a little hazy at first as he slowly adjusted to the dim moonlight. At first he just let his eyes drift around the room, before slowly sitting up to look out the window.
His first thought was that he didn’t know where he was, his second was that he didn't know who he was.
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Post by quinnlocke on Apr 10, 2020 18:03:20 GMT
Dazai was never a heavy sleeper. One learned to be alert at all times, especially when they were in the business Dazai used to be in.
Even in the ADA, sleep was a luxury when the city wasn't ripping itself to pieces.
So when there was the slightest change in Chuuya's breathing Dazai was up in an instant.
"Chuuya," he said, going to grab his hand.
He might have taken longer to notice if Chuuya hadn't flinched when he touched his hand. But that momentary flinch, that wasn't his Chuuya.
He wondered if he'd ever forget the blood, Chuuya's labored breathing, because he knew he'd never forget the look in Chuuya's eyes.
As though he had no idea who Dazai was.
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Post by Behax on Apr 10, 2020 18:19:10 GMT
He flinched when he felt someone grab his hand, at first he hadn’t even realised there was someone else there. His attention was ripped away from the window as he turned to see who had touched him.
A tall man with short messy brown hair and warm brown eyes. He racked his brain, there was something familiar here, but he didn’t know what it was because he also didn’t know who this man was. There was also something familiar about the word? Name? He said, but Chuuya didn’t recognise that either.
“Whose ‘Chuuya’?” His voice was quiet and uncharacteristically uncertain.
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Post by quinnlocke on Apr 10, 2020 18:51:21 GMT
Dazai felt his heart sink. Those eyes had never looked at him with so little emotion behind them. Not even the first time they'd met had Chuuya looked so blank.
He ran through all the probabilities and scenarios, trying to determine what needed to happen, what was the next best course of action. What was the *right* thing to do.
Because there was a small dark part of him that saw an opportunity to have Chuuya to himself. To take him away from Mori's clutches, create a new and better life...
"That's your name," he said finally. "Your name is Chuuya."
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Post by Behax on Apr 10, 2020 19:11:37 GMT
Chuuya sat and he waited patiently for the man to answer his question. The man’s face was difficult to read, but the pause made him think that perhaps something might be wrong. His eyes widened a little at the revelation that ‘Chuuya’ was his name. Was that why it sounded familiar? Then why didn’t he remember it?
“Chuuya,” he said, getting a feel of it on his own tongue. “That’s my name.” It was almost like he was confirming it to himself, he was even pointing at himself as he said it. That's when he spotted the white medical bracelet on his wrist, and that made something inside him hurt. It was an almost painfully familiar sight, but he couldn’t say why. He fiddled with it a little, turning it around.
It read “Chuuya Nakahara.” He supposed that was his complete name.
“If I’m chuuya, then…...Who are you?” He asked turning his attention back to Dazai.
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Post by quinnlocke on Apr 10, 2020 19:23:14 GMT
'the person who failed you when you put your upmost trust in'
"My name is..." He paused for a moment "Osamu, you can call me Osamu."
He'd much rather be on a first name basis with Chuuya if their memories were lost. He didn't think he could bear to hear Dazai without the usual snark, anger, or well the other emotions he often heard his name tinged with when Chuuya said it. This was better. It out some trust between them right?
"Do you... remember me at all?"
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Post by Behax on Apr 10, 2020 21:30:46 GMT
Again Chuuya waited patiently for Dazai to answer, a patience he rarely had before. The Chuuya Dazai knew, all barely contained impatient energy when it came to dealing with him and his schemes. This Chuuya didn’t know how to be.
“Osamu,” Chuuya repeated. He looked thoughtful but his brow creased a little in concentration. Not quite a frown. It sounded familiar but it didn’t feel right. He couldn’t say why it didn’t feel right of course, just that in his gut it felt a little off. He didn’t know how to articulate that however, or even if he should.
At the question he did frown. How did he explain that he didn’t remember but, something about him felt familiar. He tilted his head and crossed his arms as he considered this.
“Not exactly,” he said eventually before looking back up at Dazai. “Something about you….Seems familiar, but I don’t know why. Am I supposed to know you?” There was a small spark of Chuuya’s usual indignation at the end there, but that's all it was. Small.
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Post by quinnlocke on Apr 10, 2020 21:48:49 GMT
'we've fucked each other for years so yeah, you should remember me'
Dazai sighed, now was not the time to be informing his amnesiac not boyfriend that yes, they were *intimately* familiar with each other.
Instead he carefully held out his palm for Chuuya to place his hand in. Grasping it gently he kept his eyes down, unable to look at Chuuya's face for too long, getting lost in those eyes that didn't know him anymore.
"We're, *complicated*," he said with a sigh. "But, I've known you longer than anyone else you're likely to see over the next few days."
He pressed his forehead to their joined hands. "You trust me, with your life in fact, and I...I do my best to honor that trust."
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Post by Behax on Apr 10, 2020 23:12:04 GMT
When Dazai held out his hand Chuuya looked momentarily confused before realising he was meant to put his hand there. He hesitated briefly before placing his hand in Dazai’s. His hands were so much bigger than Chuuya’s own.The man had long fingers. When Dazai tightened his fingers around Chuuya’s hand. He felt a little warm. While Dazai kept his eyes down, Chuuya was busy staring at their hands. Something nagged at him that this man was important, and he wanted to know why, because he couldn’t remember him at all.
He wasn’t sure he understood what Dazai meant by ‘complicated’, what was that supposed to mean? Complicated how?
He worried at his lower lip as Dazai talked. He trusted this man? Was that why he felt so familiar? So he was, someone important at least?
There was another question forming in the back of his mind, but he wasn’t sure if he was ready to ask it. Clearly something had happened to cause him to forget things, and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to know what yet. Instead he moved onto another question, one that was…..just as unsettling when he thought about it.
“What's going to happen now Osamu?” That name still felt wrong somehow.
He didn’t know who he was, he didn’t know where he was, he didn’t yet understand the breadth of the life he’d forgotten.
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Post by quinnlocke on Apr 11, 2020 19:27:14 GMT
Dazai had no idea what they hell they were supposed to do now. He didn't exactly have a strategy in place for someone losing their entire identity.
One thing he knew for certain, Mori could not be allowed anywhere near Chuuya. Yosano would no doubt agree and Dazai was betting he could sway Kouyou to his side as well. She held a lot more affection for Chuuya than she let on.
"First things first," he said finally. Letting go of Chuuya's hand and stepping away towards the door. "I'm going to find your doctor."
He truly hoped Yosano had an answer to this.
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Post by Behax on Apr 11, 2020 22:56:20 GMT
“Oh um...Okay.” What else was he really meant to say? He watched Dazai go, and then turned his attention back to the window.
Who was he? He had a name but that didn’t really tell him anything. What had happened to him? Could he trust this man who said they knew each other? With a sigh Chuuya laid back against his pillow and for a little while stared blankly at the ceiling. He tried to recall something, anything, but all that did was make his head hurt.
Slowly he began to become aware of something else too. There was a static like noise at the back of his mind. It felt like it was a part of him, at the same time as it didn’t. Was that normal? He let out another sigh.
What was he supposed to do? What was going to happen? All he had were questions. He turned his head back to looking out the window, watching clouds pass in front of the moon while he waited for Osamu to come back.
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Post by quinnlocke on Apr 12, 2020 13:54:36 GMT
Yosano didn't need Dazai to speak to know something had gone wrong.
Chuuya's vitals had spiked signalling he was awake, but when no calls came she assumed Dazai was there with him. Turns out she should have followed her usual protocol.
"No memory at all?"
Dazai shook his head. "He didn't even know his name."
Yosano took a deep breath and held out her arms to Dazai. He wasn't always the touchy feely type. But she could see he needed some small measure of touch. Something to bring his mind back down to earth so he could relax, even for a second.
"Thank you, sensei"
"Don't thank me yet, I still need to see my patient"
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Post by Behax on Apr 12, 2020 14:38:07 GMT
Chuuya was on the brink of falling back to sleep again by the time Dazai returned with Dr Yosano. The sound of the door opening jolted him out of the beginnings of sleep, and he forced himself to sit up in the bed. Whereas seeing Dazai for the first time had stirred some feelings of familiarity in Chuuya, seeing the doctor did not, and neither really did her name.
He only assumed that meant that he hadn’t met her before. It didn’t really occur to him that it was more possible he just didn’t have any strong attachments or opinions about her before losing his memory.
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