The Least

A/N: (please read)

Welcome to the start of what I like to call season 2 of the story! I took a little break during my holidays but am back with a whole new season full of more tears, smut, laughs, and adventures for my rendition of Dazai x Chuuya. 

This occurs around 2 months after Atsushi goes missing. Chuuya and Dazai previously lost communication due to the circumstances and we pick right up after that.

I hope you enjoy this new season as I hope to go all out for it. I love you guys and all the support you have given me and I can't wait to see where this will go next.

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Summer was beginning to fade. Dazai could feel it in the leaves that had shriveled and browned, in the evening air that became cooler by the day. For the first time in months, when he locked the door behind him as he left the house, he had a jacket pulled tight over his shoulders.

Dazai hadn't driven his car in a while, he liked the walk to the police station. Kicking at the stones that scattered the sidewalks as he buried his face into the nape of his jacket.

When he opened the door of the police station the woman at the desk glanced up, her face softening instantly at the sight of Dazai.

"Any news?" Dazai asked the same question he had asked throughout the previous month.

The woman shook her head sadly, "Same as last time sweetie, they're close, I promise." The woman's voice was filled with a kind of sympathy that never seemed to falter no matter how many times Dazai showed up.

Dazai nodded biting the inside of his lip, every day, it seemed they were 'close' to finding his brother, always 'close', never there.

He wiped at his nose as he left the station, he hadn't cried since the day his brother disappeared, he hadn't even shed a tear. His life had been microwaved meals and sleep in between the days his Dad would come and go. He thinks it was Dazai's fault, that Atsushi was gone, but Dazai hadn't been brave enough to mention that his Dad had never actually been that much of a father to Atsushi in the first place.

Ever since his birth, Atsushi was his. Dazai had taught him to read, and write, to tie his shoelace, and fly a kite, he had used every bit of paychecks he had gotten to buy him books, and art supplies, he would walk him to school in the mornings, and spend his time taking Atsushi to play with the dogs at the park, since they could never afford one. Atsushi is, and always will be, Dazai's.

The bell hanging over the convenience store gave a joyful toll as he walked through the door. It was oddly quiet in the store, quiet for the summer holidays that were nearing an end, though Dazai hadn't been there for the last week of school, he had spent it huddled in his room and, guiltily, throwing anything within his reach at Chuuya's head when he bought him food and tried to get him to shower, or sleep.

Chuuya stopped trying after a week. Chuuya blocked all contact in that week.

He browsed the shelves, mindlessly digging into his pocket to pull out 4 quarters and a Dollar note. Sighing he shoved it back in his pocket and turned the corner of the aisle.

He was taken aback by a flash of orange that cornered the aisle and disappeared into the next. Dazai stood momentarily still, blinking into the empty aisle, sure he was imagining things. He ducked into the next aisle and sure enough, standing on his tip-toes to reach for a can of soup on the top shelf, was Chuuya.

Dazai's feet shuffled slightly, wanting to turn and leave, but before he knew it he was reaching up and picking the can off the top shelf.

"Let me get that for you," Dazai muttered, a smile tugging slightly at his lips when Chuuya swung around, blinking up in surprise at Dazai towering above him.

"You- Hi," Chuuya said, looking down sheepishly, "I could have gotten that."

"No you couldn't have," Dazai said, passing the can to Chuuya.

"Well," Chuuya muttered looking down at it, "Thanks, I guess."

The two stood in a momentary silence.

"Atsushi..." Chuuya began, unable to find the right words, "Is he?.."

Dazai replied with a slow shake of the head, to which Chuuya nodded.

Dazai had to admit, although it had been over a month, and the season had changed, Chuuya, had not. Not one bit. His shoulder-length hair was as bright as ever and matched the early falling leaves. His eyes, blue against the skin seemed to get paler with the greying sky.

"You look..." Dazai began, squinting his eyes.

Chuuya sighed, "What is it you want, Dazai?"

Dazai blinked, "I'm not sure.."

"It's clear that you didn't want my help, so why are you here?"

Dazai gestured at the store around him, "Getting food."

"Why are you talking to me, Dazai?" There was an edge of tired frustration in Chuuya's voice.

"Because I wanted to," Dazai shuffled his feet on the floor, admittedly, feeling a little pathetic.

"The last time I tried to talk to you," Chuuya reminded him, "You screamed at me and threw a pencil case at my head. I gave up after that. I've moved on."

Dazai felt a stab of pain go through his chest, "Chuuya..."

"I tried so hard to be your friend," Chuuya looked away, "I was kind and patient, I went to the police station every day after school to ask after you, I bought you food and water, I tried to help you, Dazai, I know you are struggling but that doesn't change the fact that you're an asshole."

Dazai didn't know what to say, not really, "You blocked me..."

Chuuya looked at Dazai confused, "Yeah, I did."

"I..." Dazai bit down on the inside of his cheek, "Wanted to talk to you so bad. I know I pushed you away but you were the only one that cared. I was intimidated by that, I think. I'm sorry."

Chuuya blinked. He found himself doubting that claim. He remembered the look of anger and resentment Dazai held every time Chuuya would reach out for him, screaming at him to leave, like a toddler, he would throw things and say things that would spike daggers through the redhead's chest. Though he knew a small part of it was true. Chuuya did care for Dazai, and that scared him.

Chuuya sighed, "What do you want to eat?" He asked, looking up.

"Pardon?"

Chuuya picked another can off the shelf, "I doubt you've had a proper meal in some time, you say you're sorry, so let me come over and cook for you." He looked up at the brunette, "So what do you want to eat?"

Dazai blinked, "Sorry?"

"I'm going to be completely honest, I feel bad for you. I know it's probably the last thing you want to hear, but I do. And I'm sorry to say but I doubt you have cash enough for a decent meal."

Dazai chewed at his lip as he remembered the two Dollars he had in his pocket, "That might be right."

Chuuya's face was an emotionless line as he turned and continued down the aisle, "I'll come over and cook one good meal for you, stock up your fridge a little, help you clean, and then I'm gone. And I don't want you to expect to see me again."

"You don't have to do all that," Dazai said a little too quietly.

Chuuya sighed, "Yes I do. It's the least I can do."

Dazai shook his head, "It's the most," He whispered to himself.

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A/N:

Short chapter, I know, but more will be coming soon and the main point of this chapter was to announce my comeback.

More soon guys!!!