Perhaps it was the alcohol, but seeing those eyes, Uchiha Madara felt his mouth growing dry, his head drifted closer and closer to the other person's.
How could he do this! Coming to his senses and realizing what he had done, Uchiha Madara despised himself.
But after drinking, his behavior became somewhat out of control. Being in front of Senju Hashirama, his instinct told him the other was safe, so Uchiha Madara involuntarily let himself go, leaning down to kiss those lips that had been chattering incessantly before him.
Surprised by Senju Hashirama!!
But in the next second, he turned the tables, gripping the back of Uchiha Madara's head to prevent him from pulling away. Rather than a kiss, it was more like a war, with neither of the two yielding to the other.
It was a war without smoke, in the end, neither of them won.
Didn't we agree to meet at the Port Mafia gates yesterday?" Uchiha Izuna didn't see Dazai Osamu at the entrance and made a call. "Why didn't you show up today?
"Sorry, there was a little accident last night, so I can't make it today." Dazai Osamu's tone over the phone was just like usual, but for some reason, Uchiha Izuna felt that the other man's voice carried a hint of satisfaction.
Immediately following that, Uchiha Izuna's gaze sharpened. He saw Nakahara Chuuya. The place where he was standing now was a corner at the garage entrance, a blind spot for vision, so he could see Nakahara Chuuya, but Nakahara Chuuya could not see him.
Uchiha Izuna's eyesight was excellent right now; at a single glance, he saw the ambiguous marks on the neck of Nakahara Chuuya, who had just stepped out of the car, he also noticed an indescribable scent lingering on him. However, as someone with experience, Uchiha Izuna could recognize at a glance that this was clearly the aftermath of a certain first-time encounter.
The name of the person capable of doing such a thing to the Port Mafia's gravity manipulator was practically on the tip of Uchiha Izuna's tongue.
"What were you doing last night?" Uchiha Izuna asked Dazai Osamu after a moment of silence.
I didn't do anything.
"I saw the marks on Nakahara Chuuya just now," Uchiha Izuna reminded Dazai Osamu, speaking the truth in a calm tone.
"I was just following your script to seduce Chuuya," Dazai Osamu said, showing no signs of guilt after being exposed.
I really overestimated your lowest point; you actually went and made a move on your own partner," Uchiha Izuna said with a sigh. "I only asked you to act, not to make the act real.
"Haha, it was all an accident, just an accident," Dazai Osamu said, scratching his head while feigning innocence.
“So how do you plan to take responsibility? Let me tell you now, you can't go kidnapping Nakahara Chuuya away from the Port Mafia.”
Why should I take responsibility?" Dazai Osamu asked in return, his words incredibly heartless. "It was nothing more than an accident.
Taking responsibility was impossible; no matter how one thought about it, it was simply impossible!
"As expected of you, Dazai Osamu!" Scumbag! What a complete scumbag.
Now, Uchiha Izuna truly felt a sudden sense of guilt toward Nakahara Chuuya. He had long since figured out Nakahara Chuuya's personality; the man could quite literally be called the conscience of the Port Mafia. Uchiha Izuna felt a bit uneasy about having set such a person up.
When the time comes, he would shift more blame onto Dazai Osamu and let Madara-kun teach him a lesson to vent some frustration for Nakahara Chuuya; Uchiha Izuki calculated against his ally with not a hint of remorse.
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Chapter 22
After finishing the call, Dazai Osamu let out a long sigh. Talking to someone who was equally cold-blooded and ruthless was truly exhausting.
Responsibility. Dazai Osamu chewed the words in his mouth, a sudden, bright smile curling his lips, though his eyes remained entirely devoid of mirth.
How could he possibly care about such a thing?
It was a lie from the very beginning; how could it have ended well?
Last night was indeed an accident.
Nakahara Chuuya's eyelids had been twitching throughout his work today, leaving him feeling restless and distracted.
Because of this, he was distracted at work for a short while, by the time he finished work and returned home, it was already dark.
Hmm, Nakahara Chuuya frowned as he turned on the light; his long-standing intuition from years of walking the line between life and death told him something was wrong.
Could someone have broken into his home?
A flash of fierce light crossed Nakahara Chuuya's beautiful blue eyes; since he was already in a bad mood, he wanted to see exactly who was foolish enough to run into him.
Looking around the room, Nakahara Chuuya's gaze landed on the sofa. In the next second, he activated his gravity ability, intending to seize control of both the sofa and whatever was behind it.
What shocked him was that his gravity ability had actually failed; it wasn't that it was completely useless, as it at least managed to move the sofa.
"Chuuya!" After the sofa was moved aside, Dazai Osamu popped out.
Dazai!" Nakahara Chuuya looked at the person who had popped out from behind the sofa in shock. "Wait! Why are you in my house?!
"Chuuya! I have no choice but to rely on you." Dazai Osamu's eyes were brimming with tears as he pressed his palms together in front of his chest in a pleading gesture, looking utterly miserable.
"What on earth is going on?!" Nakahara Chuuya was stunned by Dazai Osamu's rare display of weakness.
"Chuuya, you must have heard the rumors circulating in the Port Mafia lately about me and Uchiha Izuna, right?" Dazai Osamu sniffled, bringing up the recent "scandal" surrounding him.
"I have indeed heard of it. To be with a beauty like Uchiha Izuna, you're quite a lucky man, Dazai Osamu," Nakahara Chuuya said with an indifferent tone, crossing his arms, ignoring the inexplicable tightness in his chest upon hearing the rumors.
"That's all fake!" Dazai Osamu shook his head and continued.
Uchiha Izuna failed to win Mori-san's affection and was torn apart by his older brother, so now he's looking for me to play his lover." Dazai Osamu spoke with a mix of truth and lies; the fact that Uchiha Izuna sought him out to play a lover was true, but his affection for Mori-san was a lie. "As long as I perform worse than Mori-san, maybe his brother will finally agree to the matter regarding Mori-san.
"So this is all Uchiha Izuna's scheme, all those messages in the Port Mafia about you and Uchiha Izuna are fake?" Thinking about how Mori-san was suddenly reassigned abroad a while ago, what Dazai Osamu said was indeed reasonable, but Nakahara Chuuya still felt that something wasn't quite right.
That's right, that's right." Dazai Osamu nodded. "My relationship with Uchiha Izuki is completely innocent; he forced me to do everything.
Wait, what does it have to do with me whether you and Uchiha Izuna are real or fake!" Nakahara Chuuya's thoughts were almost led astray, he suddenly remembered that Dazai Osamu hadn't answered his question at all. "You still haven't said why you ran to my house tonight?!
Because I don't want to keep going like this. What if Madara-san thinks I'm a bad influence on his brother and decides to come after me?" Dazai Osamu blinked with a hint of regret, noting that the shorty hadn't been confused by his words. "So, Uchiha Izuna and I had a falling out, I'm planning to go into hiding.
“But you're the most powerful person I know, so please, Chuuya, let me stay at your place!" Dazai Osamu said weakly. "If I get caught by Uchiha Izuna, I'm finished."
As he spoke, he sized up Nakahara Chuuya. Calculating the time, Nakahara Chuuya had been abroad on long-term missions since Mori Ougai was still the boss, their only two encounters after Nakahara Chuuya's return had been brief exchanges of a few words, without even getting a good look at each other's faces.
Nakahara Chuuya still had the same orange hair and blue eyes he had when they first met, but his baby fat from his younger years had faded, making his features slimmer and more handsome. However, his aura was incredibly intense; even with such stunningly beautiful features, his sharp temperament ensured there wasn't a hint of femininity about him.
A beautiful rose covered in thorns; just looking at Nakahara Chuuya like this was enough to make one's blood boil.
Is that why you showed up at my place?" Nakahara Chuuya asked. "You want to hide here with me?
"That's right, I can only rely on you, Chuuya." Dazai Osamu nodded, watching Nakahara Chuuya lower his head in hesitation to think, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.
You didn't reject me directly; Chuuya, you've gone soft.
But why should I care whether you idiot lives or dies?!
Suddenly, Nakahara Chuuya looked up, the corner of his mouth curling into a malicious smirk.
I wish you bastard would just die already!
Dazai Osamu was stunned for a moment, watching Nakahara Chuuya's reaction, a bead of sweat rolled down the back of his head.
Uh, I must have pushed Chuuya too hard normally, now it's backfiring.
Chuuya!" Dazai Osamu cried, tears streaming down his face, "You can't just stand there and watch me die!
"Of course I can!" Nakahara Chuuya remained unmoved.
There was no other way but to use his trump card; Dazai Osamu pulled two bottles of red wine from behind his back.
Look at what this is!
"This is top-tier Port wine! Where did you get it?!" Nakahara Chuuya's eyes lit up the moment he saw the red wine Dazai Osamu had produced.
With his connoisseurship for red wine, he could naturally tell that the wine Dazai Osamu had produced was absolutely top-tier.
Faced with such top-tier red wine, Nakahara Chuuya couldn't help but hesitate over Dazai Osamu's request.
Of course, Uchiha Izuna had taken them from Uchiha Madara's private collection to use as bribes, their origin was likely from Mori-san's collection; Dazai Osamu smiled but said nothing.
As expected, things unfolded exactly as he had anticipated. Chuuya had a weakness for red wine, so Dazai coaxed him into drinking two glasses, then watched without surprise as he became intoxicated.
This was wine he had specifically selected to deal with Nakahara Chuuya. Port is a red wine that can have brandy added during fermentation; given Nakahara Chuuya's alcohol tolerance, half a glass would be enough to get him drunk, let alone two.
Looking at Nakahara Chuuya, who had already passed out beside him, Dazai Osamu poked his cheek, but the other man gave no reaction.
"You're so lacking in vigilance against me, little brat, you deserve to be tricked!" Dazai Osamu muttered, though the corners of his mouth curled up uncontrollably.
He reached out and stripped the other's clothes off.
Feeling an unusual movement, Nakahara Chuuya opened his eyes, half-drunk and half-conscious. The person before him had a very familiar aura; his body told him he could trust this person, but his brain, muddled by intoxication, simply could not recall the person's name.
What are you doing!
Dazai Osamu looked up and met Nakahara Chuuya's eyes.
The drunken Nakahara Chuuya's blue eyes were incredibly bright; seeing him like this reminded Dazai Osamu of the first time he saw him, when the orange-haired, blue-eyed youth appeared suddenly as a vibrant splash of color in a black and white world.
Like a beam of light appearing in a dark world, the person who saw this light naturally wanted to grasp it in his hands; he also felt the desire to live for the first time.
Thinking about it this way, he suddenly felt a sense of regret; he had brought Nakahara Chuuya to the Port Mafia, yet he himself had left.
"You clearly promised that you would be my dog for the rest of your life, Chuuya," Dazai Osamu said unconsciously.
"You bastard, Dazai!" Hearing this, Nakahara Chuuya reflexively tried to struggle, but his limbs were powerless from the alcohol, his struggling only served to expose his body, which had already been stripped of its clothes.
Seeing Nakahara Chuuya like this, Dazai Osamu's gaze suddenly darkened; perhaps the alcohol he had shared with Nakahara Chuuya just now was indeed strong enough, causing his much-prized self-control to slacken.
He had originally only intended to get Chuuya drunk and leave some marks behind, making the other person mistakenly believe they had engaged in drunken sexual activity, but seeing Nakahara Chuuya in his current state, Dazai Osamu suddenly felt that turning the pretense into reality might not be a bad idea.
Thinking this way, Dazai Osamu let himself go.
Fortunately, his alcohol tolerance was better than Chuuya's, he had also drunk less, so after waking up first and realizing things had gone off plan, he really slept through Chuuya's awakening and just ran away.
What a joke. If he didn't run, he'd just have to wait for Chuuya to wake up, once that happened, Nakahara Chuuya would never let him off easily after what had occurred.
Nakahara Chuuya was woken up by his own alarm clock.
"Ah, was I in a fight yesterday?!" Nakahara Chuuya felt a splitting headache, as if his entire body had been run over by a truck.
In the next second, he looked down and saw the red spots on his body, as several fragments of images began to flash through his mind.
“Dazai Osamu!” Nakahara Chuuya trembled with rage, but unfortunately, the culprit had already long since fled.
Recalling everything, Nakahara Chuuya felt incredibly unlucky. He hadn't expected that a moment of softness would result in him being completely taken advantage of; as expected, he simply could never be soft-hearted toward that guy Dazai Osamu.
If you have the guts, don't you ever let me see you again, Dazai! Otherwise, you're finished! Nakahara Chuuya thought fiercely.
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I've been quite busy going home for the Qingming Festival holiday, I only just finished typing this chapter. Things should return to normal after tomorrow.