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Growing up with no recollection of his memories past the age of seven, being entitled as King of The Sheep in his early teenage years, and later becoming the Port Mafia’s executive and strongest martial artist, Nakahara Chuuya found it hard to give even a little bit of importance for his birthday.
Sure, he did accept people wishing him well, receiving some expensive wine as gifts here and there; but he preferred celebrating someone else’s birthday rather than his own. That’s why he woke up expecting nothing different to happen on the 29th of April this year.
Now someone please explain to him why he was standing at the entrance of Disneyland.
“Chuuya~ quit being a slug and get your ass over here!”
Ah. Right.
“Oi Shitty Dazai! I will not hesitate to sever your head if you get lost,” he growled, stomping his way towards the mackerel who wore a disgustingly excited expression. Honestly, don’t ask him how he ended up buying tickets to Tokyo’s Disneyland with a horrendous date because he doesn’t know the answer himself.
They were the ones handling the joint mission between the Armed Detective Agency and the Port Mafia— just one of the many missions during the truce where he was partnered with a bandaged freak because everyone thought they would get the job done (they weren’t wrong). Once the infamous Double Black finished interrogating (read: destroying) the opposing organization that wanted to wreak havoc in Yokohama’s new found peace, Chuuya found himself getting hauled into a fifty minute train ride to Tokyo and a Dazai by his side.
“Honestly chibi, stop being a spoilsport and have fun with your master.”
“Hah?! M-master?!” Chuuya shrieked in distaste, bunching Dazai’s collar in his fist. “Oya, what a violent display, chibi. Can’t you see that there are other little gremlins aside from you?” teased the brunette, motioning to the children looking at them with wide blown eyes and the disapproving looks of their parents.
Calm down, Chuuya. Calm the fuck down. The redhead executive scowled before dragging the other to someplace less crowded. “Does my dog want a treat in private?” Dazai jabbed suggestively, snickering at how fast Chuuya’s ears turned pink.
“I am going to castrate you!”
“You can’t do that to me, chibikko! Think about all the trouble your boyfriend had to go through to take you out and celebrate your birthday with you,” Dazai whined.
Crystal blue eyes softened because it was true. They’ve only started dating for a short while and having time for each other outside of missions and work proved to be hard for the both of them. The fact that they were inside Disneyland alone was surprising.
We could’ve gone to an amusement park in Yokohama...but...
Chuuya sighed, a smirk etching on his lips. “Well, continue being a good boyfriend and buy me some churros.”
It was as if stars shone brighter in warm chocolate eyes and said orbs looked at him with such fondness that it made his legs feel like jelly. Despite his claims about being penniless, the detective was the one who bought all the stuff that caught their eye (they were mostly snacks, not gonna lie).
“Damn these churros taste really good,” muttered Chuuya who continued munching on the Mickey Mouse shaped snack. Dazai, on the other hand, smiled while finishing the bucket of caramel popcorn of his own. With his free hand, Dazai reached for Chuuya’s own, intertwining bandaged fingers with gloved ones.
“Having fun so far?”
“Surprisingly.”
I guess it won’t be too bad to spend my birthday like this.
—
Oh how wrong he was.
It was right after they finished up their snacks that Dazai said he wanted to try some of the rides. They went from lining up for the said rides to Chuuya trying to stop Dazai from getting his bones crushed when he tried to get out of his seat during the ride.
“No. We are definitely not going on that if I have to haul your ass away before the cops get called on us,” Chuuya said firmly, hoping he voiced out his point as clearly as having a conversation with a mummy could be.
For fucks sake, the only rides we’ve been to were the child friendly ones because this idiot right here was prone to doing something stupid.
The brunette groaned, crossing his arms over his chest and his lips jutted into a pout. “Just once, please Chu? How is this gonna be the best birthday if you don’t get to try even one ride?” And that’s how they ended up waiting in line to try out Space Mountain.
Chuuya was not a man of many fears, especially in regards to those situations about defying gravity, but maybe being strapped inside a metal contraption beside the lankiest beanpole that has ever roamed the earth could be one of them.
He could feel the sheer anxiety of being launched at high speed in the dark without him being able to control anything. Sure, he usually rode off buildings in his hot pink motorbike during missions and flew hundreds of feet above ground only to get stuck in a book when he crashed (they do not talk about that incident anymore), then again, he was using his ability .
He obviously can’t do that with Dazai quieting down the thrumming of Arahabaki in his veins.
“Dazai. I want to get off. Now.”
“The ride is starting soon Chuuya! Don’t tell me you’re backing out?”
Oh he was this close to breaking the cold metal bars that kept him trapped in his seat if only he didn’t care about getting charged for destroying private property. He bit back a gasp as the cart began to inch forward, its pace increasing just like how fast he could hear his heart beating in his chest.
“Fuck— holy fuck it’s too dark why the fuck is it too dark? Dazai stop laughing! Oh my god it’s going faster—!”
“Get ready for the drop, sweetheart.”
Drop?
Blue eyes widened in panic as he felt the cart begin to tilt down, and then... Chuuya screamed.
—
Horrible. He hated every second of it.
Stupid ride, stupid birthday, and stupid Dazai.
The ride was far too fast than he expected and that fucking drop. Risking his life on the daily was part of his line of work but he would like to avoid intense fright from an amusement park ride being written on his tombstone as the cause of death. Thankfully, he did manage to hold in whatever bodily substance that wanted to escape his mouth the moment the ride began. However, he did everything that one could do when faced with death up close; crying, screaming, and passing out.
Well fuck me slowly with a chainsaw! I can’t fucking feel my legs.
When the ride (read: death trap) was finally over, Chuuya felt all the power a god’s vessel could possess disappear. He was most likely paler than his partner at this point. Speaking of partners, Dazai didn’t seem fazed by the ride at all, not even a hair out of place from his usual bird's nest look.
“That was fun wasn’t it? We should go again!” the bandaged male quipped, unbeknownst to his boyfriend’s near death experience. “N-no. Never. I would rather be dead than step foot into this monstrosity again,” Chuuya growled with Dazai pulling him close when he almost lost his footing. “Then maybe we should try Splash Mountain instead?”
“For the love of God Dazai, take me home!”
Dazai did promise to take Chuuya home, not before taking a picture of him with Mickey Mouse. "Happy birthday Chuuya~!"