A sharp pang was felt deep in his stomach, spreading down towards legs prompting him to drop onto the floor.The hatrack recoiled in pain as it was forced through the soft skin of his stomach.What had been a blank canvas only moments before became "painted" in a way that would torment Dazai for years to come. Two sets of hand braced over the wound; sticking together from the congealing blood that brimmed over the surface area of the injury. 

Scarlet fluid was launched all over the carpet recolouring the once pearl white carpet that was no longer a canvas of purity but of guilt. Pressure was applied but the crimson liquid refused to stay under control; it began running down Chuuya's bruised thighs becoming thick as it curled around his ankle. Intense red quickly deepened before shifting into a dark shade of brown.

The bandaged freak stumbled back in dismay with his hands raised above his head making blood splat onto the white walls.

" Fuck it hurts". Chuuya lurched to the ground while grasping his side of where the exposed wound is. Brown orbs widened as they witnessed the stabbed victim change to an inhuman shade of pale. 

Eyes darted toward the door and the chibi before settling on the decision to get help."d-don't move, I-I-I'll be back". Hands were removed from the injury with blood dripping from his fingertips then vanishing out of the apartment.

" Where the hell is he going". The former mafioso spat as he flinched from the pain that had surged from his stomach and into his legs. 

Blood had worsened the staining on the carpet; surrounding him in a circle of red.Legs tried to stand up to find something to stop the bleeding. Searching in drawers that contained clothing then remembering he had seen bandages in a box under the suicidal freak's bed.The petite mafia carefully bent down with strangled yelps falling out his mouth. 

" Fuck-ah". Hands stretched under the bed to try and pull out the box that contained the bandages. 

The white material rolled out on the floor as he attempted to wrap it around his wound. He couldn't tell how deep it was or if was life-threatened. The material was wrapped around until it had ran out. Feelings of faint came upon causing him to just sit with his head between his knees.

Dazai's P.O.V

Mackeral ran through the streets like a madman; searching for a certain some who could be of help to the Hatrack.People gazed with sickening apprehension as he was canvassed in the blood of the person he had unintentionally wounded.It would take an another 10 minutes before reaching the destination he needed. 

The door of agency slammed open; unleashing a man covered in blood, sweat and tears.

" Help me please". The members of the agency all twisted in horror as they saw a somewhat incognizable man standing in the door frame. 

" Dazai, is that you ?".  Atsushi stated. 

Everybody was stunned for him to demonstrate a strong sense of emotion.

" Well, who else would it be". The bandaged freak wiped the tears from his eyes and tried to find Yosano.

" Why are you covered in blood, are you hurt ?".  He continued looking around the building.

" No, it's not me, it's someone close to me that's why I need Yosano". The door opened and in came a black-haired lady. She took a gander at all the blood all over the bandaged freak;  dropped her shopping bags in the process.

"Where is the crisis Dazai".The brunet dragged Yosano out of the office to help his "lover" in distress. Atsushi attempted to work out who this person could be until a friendly young woman popped in his head.

 "What have you done Dazai". Kunikida said to himself while going ahead with his work.

Both the brunet and the raven walked into the apartment.One unaware of the situation.Blood was scattered through the carpet. A bloody piece of clothing was tossed aside; encased with the broken shard that the chibi had been stabbed with.

Flashback

"Ah". The glass shard ground deep inside of him, with every move he made. Sweat formed dripping down the curve of his chin then melting with the rest of the liquid. 

Chuuya lifted up his shirt then bandages were already soaked through. He unravels them and was met with an unnerving sight. As sapphire eyes were directed looking at the wound it sent prick of pain throughout his body.He prodded at the wound; trying to find the end of the fragment. A sudden impulse washed upon him to pull it out. Hands tugged at the impaling object. 

With every tug; a sharp pain was emitted as it rubbing against his skin.He stopped. The sharp pain stopped.He clenched down on his hand, teeth biting into his flesh as attempted at pulling it out. 

Drool dropped in masses as it was getting closer to breaching the surface. The glass shard fell to the ground as it was removed from his wound. He looked at the wound which seems to never stop bleeding. Chuuya began wrapping up the wound again, as he tried to come up with a plan.

Dazai ran into the bedroom to find nothing but bloody rags. Chuuya was gone but where?.

"We have to find her, she is very hurt and it is all my fault". Dazai sat on the floor with Yosano kneeling at the side of him. 

" What happened Dazai". Yosano put her hand on the bandaged freak's shoulder.

 He couldn't tell her that he was keeping someone from the Port Mafia in his apartment, that would involve some kind of punishment. 

" Me and my girlfriend got into a fight about something, she was holding a glass shard in her hand and I tried to take it away and somehow it stabbed her in the stomach". Yosano was taken back at what but she could clearly see that it wasn't intentional. 

" Okay, I'll ask the other's to keep a look out for her, what does she look like? ". Dazai spent many times observing the hatrack so that wouldn't be a challenge. 

" She is a short woman with black hair that falls at the shoulder. Sapphire eyes that will stun you with one glare. Lastly, she was wearing a red dress that had a v-neck and most likely wearing red shoes. Oh, it also seems like she took my trench possibly to cover up the wound". 

Yosano wrote it all down and got up. " You stay here, just in case she comes back, I'll send Atsushi out to look for her". She said with a calming smile. 

The brunet nodded and smiled. " If Atsushi finds her, I'll treat her so don't worry". Dazai couldn't say no to her offer but they were going to find out that it's  just not a woman but also a mafioso. The bandaged freak nervously responded with an "okay" before trying to tidy up the bedroom.

The hatrack stumbled along the high street while he could feel blood soaking through his fresh bandages. Chuuya found it ironic that he was wearing after years of making fun of Dazai wearing them. He laughed to himself. 

" If I am going to die, I might as well have one last drink then".

He tried to find a bar that Dazai couldn't find because then he would be dragged straight back to hell. Dying was better than being trapped in a clusterfuck with the brunet. He asked many people if they knew a bar that was out of the way from the high street. 

Many middle-aged men asked him if he would have a drink with them but declined every invite. If he was going to die, he wanted it to be in peace away from everyone he knew especially Dazai. The hatrack got directions to a bar that was a 20-minute walk away from where he is including that avoided the high street.

 His mind was set in going to that bar before the pain became even more unbearable. He slowly took a walk toward the bar; praying that he could there will anyone spotting him either from the mafia or the brunet. 

The chances of the Port Mafia find him before Dazai was really low. But that would mean that the bandaged freak would instantly recognise him if found. He would just have to keep low and not draw attention to himself.

" Ahhh". Legs dropped to the ground with pain as he shivers with the aftermath of pulling out the shard. 

A woman and her child were standing at an ice cream stall. " Mommy, that woman is hurt". The child lets go of her mother's hand and ran up to Chuuya. 

A hand was placed on the hatrack's hair , his expression was pain-induced with along with a heated fever.

"Are you okay". The young girl said. The hatrack turned his face to be met with the same girl, that he had decided to call himself from. 

" Sei, what are you doing over there ?". The girl's mother came running over and saw Chuuya bleeding. 

" Are you okay, do you need a paramedic". 

Chuuya tries to stand up; leaning against a lamp post. "No I am fine, I just have to be somewhere".

The younger woman gripped onto his arm, pulling him forward to check his wound. The woman's eyes widened as she saw the wound. 

" I really think you should go to the hospital, it could be life-threatening". Chuuya stopped and thought about it. " But I'd rather die with a drink in my hand than being in a hospital for Dazai and the mafia to find me". 

Chuuya clutched the woman's hands." Don't worry, I'll go". A small smile was shown; hiding behind the lies he had just created. " Are you sure, I can go with you ?". 

"No, I'll be fine, thanks for your help". Hand was placed upon her shoulder before taking off. 

Every second was another wrinkle to his face due to the pain. With each strike in the side restored a hand to grab on to something whether it was a bench or a lamppost anything that could just relieve him of pain even if was just a second. He just wanted one last drink even if it would kill him. 

Breathing when from shallow to heavily in a matter of seconds from walking through a crowd that formed on the high street. Carefully trying not to walking into people which would put his drinking time on a limit due to many possible problems that could happen. Once he was at peace with a glass of wine in his hands; the pain would be dull. But that wasn't enough. 

Completly drunk was the way to go to feel next to nothing. After walking a few meters, it was proven too tough to find a bar that Dazai couldn't find him in. The shop he was stood in front of from taken a break was a coffee shop. 

It was a place where the brunet would never find him because it was so not Chuuya wanting to sit and drink coffee while talking about how great his life going. " No, I want alcohol, not some fucking expensive sugar boost". Maybe going into the coffee shop would be too much of a personality change. The hatrack picked himself up and carried on walking till he found an unheard of a bar that was hiding in a back street somewhere.

 After asking many shady people who looked like possible drug dealers if they knew a bar that was hiding away from the public. Chuuya got directions to one all he had to do was walking through a dark alleyway that was on the corner of a bookstore with no light shining through then down a pair of stair where a rapist could be hiding. 

A deep breath was take before heading down the flight of stair with the possibility of rape at 50%.It was either walk down and take a risk of being assaulted or no drink at all. Of course, he desperately needed it the more he thought about being dragged back to that apartment and being bound and gagged to Dazai forever. 

The stairs creaked each time a foot was placed; creaking and alerting whatever hid in the darkness below. At the bottom was a faint purple light illuminating the entrance. It was a wooden door that hid music, laughter and talking behind it. One hand held onto the door handle while the other one was on his stomach in an attempt to cover his wound to many sure no one would see it. 

It was impossible due to how soaked his dress was from blood all he could do was cover himself with Dazai's coat. The door creaked as he pushed it open; revealing a soft light that made him feel more comfortable. 

The room was tight and packed with furniture, most of it probably there for storage or sentimentality. Its intentions were not to be claustrophobic but more homely for its customers. Chuuya carefully attempted to step around the objects; worried that he will knock over a vase or something of great value. 

On the opposite side was a bar with two men conversing with the bartender.Cigarette smoke clung to all aspects of the furniture; occasionally add the casual whiff of men's deodorant from the drunk men the hatrack had sat next to. The bar gave the impression that the owner likes the Tudor period, decorated with warm hues that fit well with the oushak rug, not to forget the wooden beams running along the ceiling. 

Everyone's heads turned at the unexpected sight." It's been awhile since a lady has been here, are you lost cutie?". A moderately aged man with dark hair revealed with a grin all over.  The hatrack was confused as to why was called lady then realising that he was dressed as one. 

Sapphire orbs kept flying back and forth between his garments and the bartender to check if any blood was showing. It was beginning to dry except the spot that would perpetually never dry due to the constant blood flow to that area.

" Ah no I just need a drink, red wine preferably ". The bartender smirked at the chibi's request. 

"Demanding, are we? ". A glass was placed in front of the hatrack along with the red liquid he had been longing for all today. 

" Well, who wouldn't be if you had been deprived of your only enjoy in life". The chibi picked up and swirling and looking through it to check if it had been drugged. 

" What are you doing, is my wine not good enough for you". The bartender joked while acting fake offended." No, it's just a habit that I picked up awhile ago". Once it was in the all clear he raised the glass to his mouth before downing the whole thing in one go then slamming it on the table.

  " Another one". The two men beside Chuuya their mouths had dropped to how un-lady like this "woman" was. 

" Wow easy tiger, if you keep going at this rate then you will be drunk in no time". 

" Well that's what I want, it helps get rid of the pain". The hatrack pointed toward the wine bottle demanding that he give him the whole bottle or feel his wrath.The sound of footsteps came down the stairs and into the bar. 

The person had sat right behind Chuuya; they smelled like they hadn't showered in a while.The bartender turned toward the person. 

" Would you like the usual". 

" Yes". The man said; sounding like he was trying to force a cough down his throat.

 Chuuya turned his head to see who it was.Eyes widened as he saw the familiar face of a man whose hair was long at the front but short at the back. Tips that had either been dyed or faded white. A black trench coat that hung on the back of his chair that screamed intimidation. 

" Here you go Ryunosuke".

"My ex-work partner, my ex-friend and now my enemy".

☞Note ☜  

Sorry If it's sounds rushed, it's colleges fault.

Okay before I explain anything else I need to talk about the wound. The wound is life-threatening if not treated but death is not immediate. It can result in him collapsing if to much blood is loss then resulting in death. Chuuya increases the risk of death due to pulling out the glass shard himself. Does Chuuya die? maybe or not that for you to figure out. I feel like an asshole doing this all the time. I want this story to have twists and turns so of course, I am not going to make thing blatantly obvious and easy. Sometimes I think have I over-complicated the plot, have I?. We are nearly coming to the end of I swear, honestly I have enjoyed writing minus the stress of wondering have I wrote too much or thinking of different nickname instead of calling them Dazai or Chuuya. After this, I have more clusterfuck fanfictions in mind if you would like. I just can't write cute and fluffy ones that will rot your teeth, my imagination is not used to that. I  am thinking about writing a yuri on ice one or another Soukoku one I don't know yet. I have so many ideas; It just annoys me because I spend so much time on one. But people seem to enjoy I swear, I am glad that you do. I never thought that people would in all honesty. Thank you for everything.