TIGER SQUARED

[moonlightbeast]

[It's the bright light that gets to Atsushi first, making him squint as he holds up an arm to shield his eyes. It's so bright here, brighter than his own world. Maybe it's because he's outside during the day, instead of sleeping off his insomnia and waiting for night time? Who knows.

But this world is different.

It's 'a world in which Dazai-san didn't die.'

He knows what he's done is unforgivable. He knows that, if Dazai remembers anything, he'll hate Atsushi forever. But Atsushi doesn't care. He went three months knowing how to save Dazai and not giving in to that temptation. Three long, long months. Then the temptation just became too great, and he gave in.

'Maybe, with some experimenting, I can find a world where they both live.' That is his thought process.

That will take time to sort out, though, and the book apparently has a cooldown before it can be used again. So Atsushi will have to live in this world for ten days, and come up with a plan of action for his next attempt.

Pulling up his hood, Atsushi glances around nervously. He has the book tucked safely into an inner pocket of his coat, but it feels heavy there. It's the most precious thing he has ever handled, and he knows he has to keep it safe. Because if he loses it, then he loses his chance to fix everything. And if he loses his chance to fix everything, then he will have betrayed Dazai's trust for nothing. Even he couldn't survive that.

But here in Yokohama, in the middle of the day, Atsushi might learn a few things. Like how he's not the only 'Atsushi' around, and that by writing 'I want to see Dazai-san again' he has made it so he exists in this world too, when he really shouldn't. It's going to become a big mess very, very soon.]

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[mantiger]

[ There's a bit of an inaudible mumble as Atsushi buries his head onto his counterpart's shoulder, settling himself at the joint where the shoulder and neck meet. If only because he's trying to hide his fluster and obvious embarrassment. Not that he was able to hide it to begin with. ]

[moonlightbeast]

[Yeah, there's no hiding that. Especially not from yourself.

Nakajima chuckles before planting a kiss on the top of Atsushi's head. Slow it is, then, he can do that. He works at Atsushi's shirt first, untucking it further so he can have more access to his other self's body. Then he slips his hand in and smooths it against Atsushi's back. ]

[mantiger]

[ There's definitely no hiding from yourself, especially in this kind of situation. Although when he hears the chuckle fall from his counterpart's lips, he can't help but pull away a bit as he just gives Nakajima a look that speaks measures of how disappointed he is. Like really? Although feeling his hands under his skin makes his breath hitch a bit, moving his hands to Nakajima's shoulders. Now he has to ask. ] What about you, by the way? Have you done it before?

[moonlightbeast]

[Hey now, it's not his fault Atsushi is so adorable. Nakajima is starting to think he should play that up a bit more, when he needs to trick people.]

A couple times.

[He says as his hands are shoved up the back of Atsushi's shirt. ]

Not on this side of things, though. That part is new to me.

[mantiger]

[ YES IT IS BECAUSE IT'S YOUR FAULT THIS WORLD EXISTS IN THE FIRST PLACE ]

With who?!

[ Although there's a bit of a strangled noise when the hands go up behind his shirt, making him squirm in the bed a little bit. ]

[moonlightbeast]

[He actually pauses there, because he thought this similarity existed between them. ]

Don't you like Dazai-san too?

1/several.... i'm so sorry maple

[mantiger]

Well, I can't say I hate Dazai-san, since he's helped me out a lot. . .

/i'll let you know when i'm done

[mantiger]

Although to be honest, he's also pretty strange. Especially when he starts rambling about that.

3/3 ok i'm good

[mantiger]

Wait. Why are we talking about this now? [ He's hopelessly naive and hasn't figured out that he's talking about 'like' in a way that's. More than just friendship. ]

[moonlightbeast]

...

[Just. Give him a moment.]

...

I should probably tell you about what my Dazai-san and I got up to, in order to paint you an accurate picture of what I mean here.

[mantiger]

. . . I'll pass on learning about your sex life in bed.

[moonlightbeast]

[You're no fun, Atsushi.]

Well if it's not him, then who do you think about?

[mantiger]

[ MAYBE TALK TO HIM ABOUT IT


when they're not going to fuck each other? ]

I don't. . . really think of anyone, really.

[ that's so sad

alexa play reason living ]

[moonlightbeast]

[WHAT]

You just admitted to jerking it! If you don't think of anyone, then what the hell are you even doing?

[mantiger]

Just because I admitted it doesn't mean that I really think of anyone in particular!

[moonlightbeast]

...

You're not into like. Tentacles or whatever, right?

[He's still saying this with his hands shoved up the back of Atsushi's shirt.]

[mantiger]

What?! O-Of course not...! [...] Probably.

[moonlightbeast]

Good! That shit's freaky. We should work on giving you some better fantasies, though.

[Which means they should probably get serious about this. Probably.]

[mantiger]

Please don't tell me you haven't actually dealt with tentacles before, other me.

[moonlightbeast]

[...well there's Lovecraft, but. That's not the right kind of tentacles.]

No, of course not. It just sounds weird!

[mantiger]

Okay, good. I was almost this close to judging Dazai-san some more.

[moonlightbeast]

Nah, he always was more for like...restraining people. Handcuffs, rope, that kind of thing.

[mantiger]

. . . So what exactly are your plans for "better fantasies", anyway?

[moonlightbeast]

Not the handcuffs, for one.

[Unless Atsushi is actually into that? But Nakajima doubts a virginal person like him would understand the joys of being restrained like that.]

Give me some credit, I know what I'm doing! It won't be bad.

[mantiger]

[ He most definitely does not understand the joys. Although now he's imagining his other self being tied up now...

Although he's not going to say it. ]

Alright, alright. I trust you.