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When You’re Dealt a Bad Hand

~A BSD 101 Fix It AU~ Happy "Birthday" Sigma

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“You knew he would need to die.”

Dazai paused mid-step and looked at him blankly before exploding into laughter.

Sigma was dumbfounded in horror.

Once the laughs subsided and Dazai caught his breath, overdramatically wiping a tear from his eye, he looked back to the console with a mischievous smirk. “Who said he was going to die?”

Sigma immediately removed his eyes from the floor and returned his gaze to Dazai’s, trying desperately to read his intentions.

“Of course, however,” Dazai paused, “little Chibi is not-so-pleasantly unaware of that at the current moment.”

How Chuuya survives the events of Chapter 101...and meets a brand new face with an odd haircut.

A/N: A BSD 101 Fix It AU - Happy "Birthday" to Sigma. If anything goes against canon, well… ignore it. This is my first fic in this fandom. And because it's my fic I threw some subtle Chuusig into the mix bc the potential in their dynamic is an untapped goldmine. Enjoy Chuuya still being alive! <3

“You’ve known him for how many years?” Sigma stammered, helpless to the two men drowning in front of his eyes.

Dazai turned to face the ex-casino manager with a wide smile still plastered on his face. “I’m sure you caught that bit of information the first time, my dear Sigma.” Dazai chuckled, “I know you’re young,” Sigma ignored the overused joke, “but you’re better than that.”

Sigma didn’t ask because he wasn’t paying attention. In fact the opposite was true. The frantic inquiry slipped from his lips because his mind had connected the dots, specifically the ones comparing the pasts of his and Dazai’s partner.

It seemed the poor man was all but a tool Dazai used and discarded for this stupid game, and Sigma would likely be next in line to be thrown to the side. The thought made his stomach drop, like he was falling out of the sky once again.

Sigma’s eyes turned sour. “You knew…” he stared at Dazai, accusingly.

Dazai still smiled. “My predictions are never wrong. Do try to keep up.” Dazai turned and proceeded to take a few steps back from the console. Sigma was appalled that Dazai seemed completely unphased watching the horror before them unfold like it was simply a movie.

Sigma had to admit, he did want Fyodor dead, but the sight still disgusted him. He shook his head. “Not what I mean.” He stared at the ground in disbelief, avoiding eye contact. “You knew he would need to die.”

Dazai paused mid-step and looked at him blankly before exploding into laughter.

Sigma was dumbfounded in horror.

Once the laughs subsided and Dazai caught his breath, overdramatically wiping a tear from his eye, he looked back to the console with a mischievous smirk. “Who said he was going to die?”

Sigma immediately removed his eyes from the floor and returned his gaze to Dazai’s, trying desperately to read his intentions.

“Of course, however,” Dazai paused, “little Chibi is not-so-pleasantly unaware of that at the current moment.”

Sigma’s eyes widened. Why did he get the feeling this wasn’t the first time Dazai treated his partner this way?

But before Sigma could form another thought, he was interrupted by the fwoosh of flapping fabric, and the sound of water spraying onto the floor. It was a sound he had heard before.

Sigma turned just in time to see a small amber haired man tumble gracelessly out of what he only assumed was a portal.

A portal?

Fwoosh

Oh.

He’d heard that sound many times in his unconscious daze after he fell from the casino.

His stomach churned as he heard the click of footsteps in a cadence far too enthusiastic for the current situation.

“Greetings, dear friend!” An all too familiar voice called to him.

Sigma straightened up, crossing his arms behind his back. “Gogol,” he replied in acknowledgement, unamused.

The first to break the silence of the awkward reunion was the gagging coughs of the man who had tumbled from the cursed fabric of Nikolai’s coat. He was on all fours gasping for air between the heaving attempts of his lungs to rid themselves of water.

Sigma stepped back and looked over at Nikolai. That stupid clown. Was he trying to get him turned into a vampire too?

The man stopped coughing and looked up at Dazai. Sigma sharply inhaled in response. Surprisingly, his eyes weren’t blank. His irises were as clear as the sky. They were so full of life – human life - large, piercing, and blue. Bright blue. Nothing like the glossed over eyes he had as a vampire.

Sigma could not understand what he was seeing.

“Welcome back to the land of the living, Chuu-ya,” Dazai sing-songed.

The man, Chuuya, coughed again as he stood. “Zip it, you vile bastard, before I wring your neck.” As he spoke the hand at his side gripped tightly onto his drenched fedora, squeezing a stream of water onto the ground.

Nikolai stepped between them. “Now now, no need to quarrel.” He looked playfully at Chuuya. “First, I’d like something from you.”

“And what do you want, stupid clown?”

“The thanks I’m owed for saving your life.”

Chuuya scoffed, “Get lost, Bozo.” He swiftly stepped around the clown, ignoring the loud sloshing of his soaked shoes, grabbed Dazai by the collar with one hand and proceeded to slam the brunette’s head back against the control panel pinning him down by the neck.

Dazai didn’t even flinch, let alone drop his shit eating grin. “I knew that I could get deep enough under your skin to this to work.”

“Shut the hell up, smartass. Why am I here? Where even is here?” Chuuya shoved his ex-partner harder against the panel.

Dazai’s eyes widened in contemplation at the smaller man’s question. “Interesting.”

Sigma sighed and stepped forward. The other two men here were obviously not helping the situation. “Nakahara-san.”

The red head squinted aggressively at the mention of his name coming from a stranger’s mouth.

Sigma added, “Please excuse the interruption, but you should find this information useful to you.”

Chuuya, squinted in doubt, but motioned for him to continue.

“You’ve been a vampire likely for some time now. It also seems likely that you have lost memory of everything while under its influence,” Sigma explained.

“Ah, I see we’ve got another clown in our midst.” Chuuya looked him up and down, sizing Sigma up. “What’s your specialty, card tricks?”

Sigma ignored the insult, although it almost amused him that the Port Mafia Exec wasn’t actually so far from the truth. But it still irked him. He was nothing like Gogol, that crazy clown.

“Nonsense,” Sigma quipped back. “My name is Sigma, and I am the manager of the Sky Casino…” He faltered briefly, “Well, I was. Until recently…” he trailed off. “But who I am is not of importance. It seems that Dazai-san was able to turn you human again by simply invoking an intense emotional response.”

Chuuya murmured quietly under his breath, “Well, that’s ironic, given the name of his ability.” It was to no one but himself. He didn’t expect anyone to hear him.

The words were quiet, but Sigma’s senses were on point as always. He cocked his head in question until a flustered Chuuya waved him off as a motion to forget it.

Chuuya turned to Dazai. “Who the hell decided to write vampires into The Book? It’s a terrible idea. I feel like a character in Twilight. Its atrocious.”

“It wasn’t the book,” Dazai replied. “It’s the ability of Bram Stoker.”

“Yeah? Well it’s a stupid ability,” Chuuya commented.

Sigma internally agreed.

“Well, that ‘stupid ability’ beat you,” Dazai chided.

“Shut up, you son of a bitch!”

“Make me-”

Sigma raised his voice to cut Dazai off. “Pardon the rudeness of this question, but you two were close, yes?” Sigma looked to Dazai then back to Chuuya, trying to make a deduction.

Chuuya’s expression hardened once again. “You could say that,” he replied, through gritted teeth. He still had Dazai pinned to the console.

Nikolai barged in. “Quit the couple’s therapy. Don’t you want to know why I’m here?”

The room went quiet for a moment. Dazai chuckled and an annoyed Chuuya shoved him yet again.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Nikolai stepped toward the console and fwoosh, in an instant, a second drenched body tumbled through his coat in a similar manner to the one before.

Fyodor didn’t move once he hit the tile.

“Don’t worry he’s still alive.” Nikolai commented simply.

How unfortunate, Sigma thought to himself. He would love to give Fyodor a piece of his mind in the form of kick to the rear end or shove him up against the console. But he shook the idea from his head. This was not the time or place. He had to remain composed.

Chuuya caught Sigma’s gaze as he looked up from Fyodor’s body. “You two close?” Chuuya asked, smiling mockingly.

Sigma paused for a solid moment in contemplation. Stone faced, he looked back intently at the ginger and threw Chuuya’s own statement back at him like a skilled dart destined to hit the bullseye. “You could say that.”

Never did Chuuya think his own words could unsettle him, but here he was, mind faltering on how to reply.

Sigma knew what it felt like to be used by someone whom he once considered a friend. How unexpected it was to find another who knew the feeling as well – as he had just witnessed in the red head’s near-death experience.

Chuuya was a pawn in Dazai’s little game of life. And logic told Sigma this wasn’t the first time Dazai had threatened to sacrifice that piece for a gamble at a better play.

Sigma might only have been 3 years old, but he was around gambling enough to know one should never gamble with a human life.

“Hey hey hey! Did you all forget something? The game isn’t over yet.” Nikolai laughed heartily, then looked at Dazai. “I simply didn’t think it should end so soon.” He pouted, then glanced down to the still unconscious Fyodor. “You both are still dying, Dazai. Tik tok. Your time is running out. Use it wisely. I’ve had my fun and promise not to interfere again.”

Chuuya, letting out a tch, was visibly irritated by Nikolai’s joke of the situation. He let go of Dazai with a huff turning toward Nikolai. “Though I appreciate the lifeline,” Chuuya took off a glove and stepped toward the clown, “I’d really appreciate it if you would shut the hell up.”

Sigma suddenly stepped in his way.

He knew this was not good. Although Sigma hated to admit it, better Gogol to oversee this wretched game than Fyodor. He was the lesser of two evils. Plus, there was a chance he and Chuuya could both walk away from this game if they could find a way to keep Fyodor from winning. It was peculiar to Sigma that he seemed to care about Chuuya’s fate in this game, but neither of them needed the antidote to the poison anyway.

“You’re defending him?” Chuuya yelled, annoyedly, still trying to make his way toward the clown.

“Please. Stop this.” Sigma tried to tame Chuuya’s boiling anger. As he noticed Chuuya remove his second glove, he realized that the attempt was pitifully unsuccessful.

“Out of my way, prick.” Chuuya snarled.

Sigma had only one option left. There was no way he was letting Chuuya use corruption here. Not now. Sternly, he spoke again. “You need to understand.” He paused, this time grabbing Chuuya’s wrist. “This isn’t a good idea,” he assured him, staring him down.

Chuuya and Sigma locked eyes. If there was any doubt in Chuuya’s mind about Sigma’s trustworthiness it vanished on contact.

A corner of Sigma’s mouth tilted into the smallest of smiles. His ability really could be quite useful.

Everything Chuuya wanted to know about Sigma, all the important experiences of his three years of life, had been shown and explained to Chuuya in an instant. His piercing blue eyes softened with familiarity while looking into Sigma’s soft golden ones.

He suddenly just knew that Sigma was genuine. That he was just as concerned for the safety of everyone around him as Chuuya was. He just had a more restrained way of approaching it. And that concern was born out of the unfortunate experiences in Sigma’s short life, at least thus far.

Sigma had also gotten all the information about the strange red head he needed in return to discern his true nature. Except, now Chuuya wasn’t a stranger anymore. Sigma quietly sighed in content.

His earlier deduction turned out to be quite accurate. The two were eerily similar.

The exchange had happened in an instant, so to everyone’s surprise but Sigma, Chuuya reluctantly backed down.

Chuuya rolled his eyes. “Fine,” he spat. He glanced down at his wrist. “Hey, half n half.”

Sigma was beginning to oddly admire his creative insults.

Chuuya nodded toward Nikolai still looking at Sigma. “If I survive this, I call dibs on the first punch.”

Sigma silently released an amused exhale then looked down at Fyodor. He didn’t care for violence. Not unless absolutely necessary. Honestly, he just wanted Nikolai to leave him alone. If he wanted to call dibs on a first punch it would be directly to Fyodor’s nose.

Sigma looked back to Chuuya who returned his glance. No more words needed to be said between the two for them to understand one another and the similar shoes they had walked in. They could trust each other.

To Sigma’s dismay, Fyodor finally showed his first signs of life in an unconscious cough wet with water from his lungs.

But with Fyodor’s new movement, came Chuuya’s. He hunched over and fell to the ground with a grunt. Sigma knelt down next to him, finally letting go of his wrist and placing a comforting hand on Chuuya’s back.

“Seems like your shitty little cure was only temporary, dumbass,” Chuuya spat at Dazai, struggling to get the words out. His eyes were clouding again, like murky seawater and it was becoming harder for him to keep control of his body.

“I never claimed it was a cure, Chibi,” Dazai remarked.

Chuuya didn’t respond to the brunette, but he hesitantly pushed Sigma away, clutching his head and gagging like he wanted to vomit. But it only sounded like a dry heave. He was shaking uncontrollably as he fell back onto all fours.

Sigma meant to reach out to him again, but Nikolai interrupted, “Time to go!” He yanked Sigma away.

Chuuya looked up at Sigma one last time as he stepped back away from Chuuya’s wet and shaking figure. He forced himself to speak. “Sigma– ya better run– be- before I bite your head off.” Chuuya joked with a pained smirk before fully crumbling into a ball on the ground with a strained yelp.

Sigma obeyed. And he ran. He followed Dazai to the far end of the hall and turned toward the high security block. They must have been on their way to that mysterious woman with the ability to stop time. She must be able to help them somehow.

Sigma could hear Chuuya’s screams echoing from the far end of the hall. Second by second they became more and more inhumane. It was clear Chuuya wasn’t human anymore. It was awful. But he couldn’t worry about that now. Dazai was his best shot at escaping this place alive. Only when he was safe could he help Chuuya.

Sigma hoped to see him again.

Fate allowing, they both hoped to see each other again.

fin

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