Soukoku (Dazai + Chuuya)

Because of some bad planning, you're on the run from the police in the middle of the night. Needing a place to hide, you duck under some low-hanging wires into a dark alleyway. For a few moments, you do nothing but lean against the rough wall for support, your sides heaving from having run for so long. Then all of a sudden, with a jolt, you realize you're not alone.

Deep in the alley, there are two men, one with flaming orangey-red hair that's visible even in the darkness, and one with dark brown hair that practically melts into the surroundings. You realize with a stifled gasp that the man with red hair holds a knife to the taller one's neck.

"Why are you skulking around, bastard?" the shorter man hisses, pressing on the knife slightly. "Dazai!"

The dark-haired man doesn't seem to care about the knife, gazing down at the shorter man with a taunting look in his eyes. "Oh, Chuuya, just as ignorant as usual," he chirps cheerfully, unfazed. "I'm on a job. Don't interfere."

"Don't fucking tell me what to do," Chuuya growls, yanking Dazai down by his bolo tie.

At that, Dazai's eyes gleam, and your eyes widen. You're pretty sure that you're intruding on something you shouldn't be seeing, even though the two men have clearly noticed your presence, but you just can't seem to tear your eyes away.