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Chuuya saw his vision blurring white spots invading his sight on and of.
A sudden wave of nausea came over him making his head spin and his belly tuck in under the thigh feeling seatbelt,
Was he in a car?, before the weird taste op vomit entered his mouth.
He swallowed hard keeping the vomit down.
What the hell just happened?
He felt his shoulder getting pulled hastily on his left side and he heard a distant familiar panicked voice that seemed to be talking to him.
He moved his shoulder away and didn't acknowledge the voice deeming it not important for now even if it probably was,
instead focusing his attention on his dry throat, as if he screamed straining his vocals which he now realised he did exactly that.
He felt the arm still on his head pounding probably from the shock or something.
Why would he be shocked though?
He is a goddamn mafia member, a executive even for god sake!
His mind seemed to slowly clear a bit.
he remembers what happened, he couldn't see much from the position he had when pulling Dazai´s foot down,
But he could tell from the brunette they were closing up on a wall fast.
Had they hit the oncoming wall? surely not...
No they couldn't have, Dazai avoided it last second he knew that.
Chuuya knew he saw him turning the wheel fast turning the car with it came the high pitched noise from the wheels.
The smell of burning rubber still vivid in his memories.
Speaking of his idiotic partner, he should still be in the drivers seat right?
What if he wasn't? they did smack onto something with this stupid car.
The loud cracking sound earlier was that...
Was that Dazai?
His breathing quickened just thinking about what might have happened to the man.
Or what if he fell out of the car?
A fall like that sliding across the pavement is able to tear skin easily open.
A reason why motorcyclist can easily get hurt and have to look out more,
Albatross thought him that.
No he had to think positive and not panic,
He's probably fine the bandaged idiot is unable to die.
But what if this time he didn't get lucky? or unlucky per Dazai's thought process about death.
But still you can only escape being badly injured so many times.
He needed to check on Dazai,
Not caring about the sharp sting going through his arm when he lowered it from his head down to properly seek his partner.
Dazai opened his eyes,
He still had his foot pressed down on the gas peddle unable to remove it if he didn't want to trigger the bomb,
and his dodge to become futile in the first place.
He was quick to figure out what made Chuuya keep his foot in place on the peddle.
it wasn't hard to come to the inclusion.
There were wires connected from the mess of a bomb to the peddle.
Its almost invisible due to the wire going under the foot rug placed in the car only showing a bump in the rug.
If Chuuya didn't notice it right on time they would've been goners.
He was actually weirdly kind of proud of his redhead to notice it.
Dazai knows now who did this was not just playing a game with them, Rather actually trying to kill.
And he wasn't a fan of it.
When he looked up he saw a big crack in the glass, blood smeared against the crack.
The glass was still in place.
The brunette wasn't sure where the blood came from, he didn't hit anything against the glass.
At least, he didn't feel anything.
he decided to actually scan himself for wounds this time just to be sure.
He normally wouldn't care but right now he had to keep himself awake and in an okay state to assure he wouldn't pass out and let go of the gas,
For the safety of his partner.
The only thing he noticed was some minor bleeding through his dirty white bandages of wounds that reopened from the sudden quick movements.
Nothing to serious on his part then.
He looked better at were they were driving right now, There wasn't much in sight the road going straight ahead.
Some other cars where also on the road but they were easy to avoid.
He tilted his head to set his eyes on Chuuya,
What he saw made him gasp
The small redhead was still leaning forwards his expression foggy and shocked.
His face was as paler then Dazai´s which was unusually pale already and he was shaking badly.
His mismatched eyes where looking at nothing in particular making Dazai know that his mind was elsewhere.
The in Dazai´s opinion mesmerizing eyes being colored ice blue mixed with warm splotches of hazel,
Chuuya is ashamed of his eye color due to thinking it shows to others how he isn't human and made in a lab instead of born like any other person.
But to Dazai they always looked so fiercely full of life and emotions.
they now however were unfocused and emotionless to the brunette's distress.
Dazai decided he hated this look on his partners face.
When he looked some more he noticed the door that should've been behind Chuuya was no where to be seen.
The thud from outside was probably the whole car door being ripped from its place and falling on the road behind.
Dazai shifted his attention back to the shorter and realised he was still holding his arm above his head,
Shaking even more if that was even possible.
He was done wasting time.
He reached his right arm out, letting go of the stirring wheel and pulling carefully at the shoulder.
In hopes of getting Chuuya´s consciousness back down to earth.
``Chu~´´ he started feeling worried against his own will, he hates it.
``Come on Chibi i need you at your A game if we want to figure out what to do with this metal block of wires that's hilariously explosible.´´
Dazai tried but it didn't seem to work, the only reaction he got was Chuuya slightly turning his shoulder away blinking slowly.
He felt a frown form at the lack of response.
He could see his breathing becoming faster calming him since previously there almost were no signs of breathing.
Also his expression changed a few times seeming deep in thought.
Dazai wasn't known for being patient but he let Chuuya have a minute to put his thoughts straight.
it was deadly silent just the slow breathing of them filling the air.
until he could hear a soft voice coming from his right, he would've missed it had it not been so quiet before hand.
under the gingers breath he could make out his name being said.
right after he shifted to look at Dazai and slowly lowered his arm covering his head.
The second time on this unbelievable day time seemed to stop.
were his arm previously was on his face was a giant stain of blood a mixture of bright and dark red.
Before anyone could react he without thinking reached foreword and grabbed his partners face.