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midnight-strays · 3 years

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Heyy I love your blog sm!! I was wondering if it would be possible for you to do Dazai scenario where he and reader are reminiscing about the old port mafia days (reader left the pm a little after he did and joined the ada with him) thank you so much!!

WARNING: This piece contains mentions of attempted suicide- read at your own risk.

The stars shined high above, reflecting in once dull eyes- eyes that had gained a new light in the last few years. A shiver wracked your body but you remained where you laid, soaked to the bone beside the river, staring up at the stars that continued to twinkle peacefully as if they hadn’t just witnessed you diving after your closest friend. No words had been spoken since you had fished the man out of the river, having simply pulled him to shore before laying beside him, chest heaving. You could have sworn you caught a pained look on his face, as you had made eye contact under the water, only for it to turn into his usual annoyed expression whenever someone got in the way of his suicide attempts. “

“Remember the day we met?” Dazai’s voice cut through the silence like a hot knife through butter. Had you not been desensitised years ago, you would have jumped. “Of course I do… You were sent to kill me on my fifteenth birthday.”

His breath tickled your neck as he brushed his nose over your soft skin, both your chests heaving and heads spinning. Pushing him off of you, you rolled over to find your place above him. “You’re good… but you need a little more practice…” you chuckled, taking the gun he had hidden in his coat, removing the clip and unloading the chamber, throwing the ammunition to one side and the gun to another. “But hey… I’m more than happy to teach you~” You didn’t miss the smirk that grew on his face before you had clashed again.

“You never got very far though. Days later, I was being assigned as your new subordinate. To this day, I have no idea how you managed to convince Mori to recruit me, considering he wanted me dead.”

Dazai only laughed and once again, a silence fell between the two of you, though it didn’t last very long this time. “What about the first time we sparred?” You recalled, earning another soft laugh from your companion. “I kicked your ass,” you continued, though the tone in your voice said otherwise. He had won more than the match that night.

The fight when the two of you met had nothing on this one. Every strike of his fists meant business, every kick and quick movement done with precision. Dazai knew what he was doing. So did you, but he had more practice and he was naturally stronger. “You’re slowing down,” he taunted you, hardly out of breath while you were struggling to keep up. Had he just been toying with you before? Did he know what was going to happen? Ducking as he hooked his fist in from the right, you were unfortunately met by his prepared knee, being sent back and onto your ass. Your nose throbbed and it had sent a shock of pain through your skull, behind your eyes and had you gasping for a breath.

Blood dribbled down from your nose, but you wiped it with the back of your hand, smearing it on your skin as you went to stand back up. He stopped you however, hand on your shoulder, forcing you back down. “Stay down. Had this been a real fight, you’d be dead now. So stay down.” You hated that smirk on his face, the way he clearly indicated that he knew he was better than you. He knelt in front of you, grasping your chin roughly and forcing you to look up at him. “Don’t worry, I’d be more than happy to teach you~” He mocked you, his smirk never leaving as he crashed his lips against yours, all teeth and tongue before he backed off by standing up once more, wiping your blood off his face.

“You got better. I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone improve so quickly. You were determined to return the favour.” He was right. It wasn’t long at all until you were looking at your first promotion. Then your second, and soon, you were working directly under the executive. Those days, Dazai was a lot more focused on a new recruit, Akutagawa. The poor boy, he was treated absolutely ruthlessly. You couldn’t help but have lost a lot of respect for Dazai at the time. Pulling some poor, helpless child into the cruel world of the mafia. It was a dog eat dog world out there though, who knows what would have happened to the kid had he not been taken under Dazai’s wing.

“I’ve recently found out that Chuuya is still trying to find that bottle of wine we hid. You’d think he would have found it after all this time.” You turned your head to finally look at the man for the first time since pulling him from the water, but his eyes never left the sky. “You’re kidding me right?” You laughed. “Surely someone would have found it by now.”

Soft snickers and hisses were heard as the two of you tried to silence each other’s drunken giggles. “We’re going to get caught,” you spoke through your giggles, which increased when he pulled a face at you, offended by the mere mention of him getting caught. “Please, the chibi is off kissing someone’s ass right now,” Dazai scoffed, opening the heavy door that lead into one of the many offices of the massive building owned by the mafia. “Holy crap… Why the hell is Chuuya’s office bigger than mine? He’s not even an executive yet,” you grumbled, looking around the room, eyes landing on a wine fridge. “Found the stash.”

Rushing over to the fridge, you pulled it open and began looking through the bottles, reading the labels and cringing at the sight of some. “How about this one?” you suggested, holding up one of the bottles for Dazai to look at. Having been hovering over you, he took the bottle quickly and hazily read over it, shrugging his shoulders. “It’ll do. What’s that one on the bottom?” he asked, gesturing to the bottle at the very bottom of the fridge. Picking it up, you read over the label and scoffed. “Wow- like, one of the finest wines you can get your hands on. Apparently. I think this type sucks to be frank,” you explained, going to put it back, only for the man to snatch it out of your hands. “You’re probably right, buuuuutttt, if it’s so amazing, surely our dear chibi will be enraged to find it missing,” he grinned. You stared at him, brow raised as you shut the wine fridge, before looking past him, up to the air vent that was right above the oak desk. “Up there.”

“I mean, who doesn’t check the air vents? Everyone hides the best things in their air vent.” You let out a heavy sigh, staring back up at the stars before listening to him as he rustled around. After a couple of seconds, he was hovering over you and for a split second, you saw the old him, the weird teenager who made out with you at any given moment before teasing you or pushing you around. You never figured out what was going on between the two of you and as you reached up, gently stroking his cheek with your cold hand, you didn’t deem it important at that moment. Regardless of the answer, he was yours. “Let’s go home.”

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jjk-anime-horray · 3 years

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A Call in the Night

Dazai Osamu x reader x Oda Sakunosuke

Series Summary: While Dazai finally gets over the death of his friend and moves on with his life, he has to watch him unnaturally return into the world, and now he has to watch him turn twisted and into everything he hated in a way.

Chapter Summary: The Armed Detective Agency gets a call about an warehouse incident that happened in the middle of the night, and send two detectives to respond to it.

Notice: This fic series is going to have some dark themes in it so be warned, and in this AU Dazai and the reader are members of the armed detective agency, and this is a spiritual successor to “Late Night Tickets, and Meeting Him.” So I recommend reading that first even though you don’t need to. This is going to be a series!

Trigger Warnings: Blood, mentions of extreme violence, and description of illegal activities.

Getting a call about a mandatory and emergency investigation in the middle of the night, to be specific 2:32am, was something no one at the Armed Detective Agency wanted to do. So what's the most logical solution? Draw straws and the two people who draw the shortest are forced to go.

Unfortunately for you, you were one of the two unfortunate souls that drew a short straw. At least the other person who drew the short straw was Dazai Osamu, your coworker but most importantly the first friend you made in this city, so maybe you would be able to get a kick out of the bad situation at hand.

But when the two of you emerged from an alley to meet the crime scene at hand, that would by no means be the case because by the sight of the horror that layed out infront of you two it was enough for the both of you want to hurl.

Crime scene would describe the atrocity in front of as much as the phrases bloodbath and massacre would. No wonder this was an emergency for the ADA there were probably more than 30 people dead killed in various atypical ways.

First walking into the warehouse the most out of the ordinary sight would be a round wooden table with a duffle bag on it, but once someone took a closer look the rest of the ware house was completely empty other than the congealing crimson liquid that was pooling everywhere.

The five chairs around rickety table were matched with four bodies of executives of some sort laid face down on the table or dangling of the chairs.

But the most appalling sight was what was inside the duffle-bag, you were wishing it would be something tame like left behind money, however, much to your displeasure, they where severed off human heads. That by the looks of it were cut off with some sort of serrated knife my the edge markings.

"What are you thinking (Y/N)?" Were the words that Dazai spoke to snap you out of your spiraling train of thought. "I sure as hell am thinking this isn't the way I would have wanted to go."

"I'll have to agree with you on that one, this shit is something right out of a cheesy crime or horror movie.The only thing I can think of is the heads were a message of some kind to the people who were sitting at the table, and either the person at the empty seat with accomplices who killed everyone or are the only survivor, but it could be either. Were you able to identify anyone bodies or do you recognize anyone?"

"I don't recognize anyone, and most of the bodies are too mangled to be identified, but everyone at the table is wearing a customized Rolex, so I suspect that they were all executives of a organization of some kind, probably an illegal on based on all the gun men that were probably guarding the meeting before they got taken out."

"The only lead we have is the Rolex I guess, so Daz, will you take one for reference, we can visit all of the watch makers in the city to try to find out who was the person who commissioned these watches to be made, and then maybe through that we kind find out who the soul survivor was."

"Agreed."

Honestly the two of you would have been a little more playful and chatty if the events that took place tonight weren't so gruesome. The two of you were used to having to see and do brutal things, but Dazai had this gut feeling that this wasn't the typical violent act, and things weren't as the seemed.

The brown eyed detective just wanted to go take a nap after this, which was something you also wanted to do after see all the blood. Deciding to leave the true start to your investigation for a decent time the two of you swiftly communicated with the responders about the potential situation at hand. Then left to go deal with is mess the next day.

Timeskip........

After a horrible night's sleep and about three cups of coffee you were finally able to be semi-functional, so then you decided to grab your partner Dazai after dressing to impress and make for the horrible mood you currently were in from multiple factors. Dazai was even in a worse state than you where, you found him at the trying to convince Kunikida to go on the investigation for him, which was ultimately denied by the blonde haired man. Also leaving you to drag the genius yet idiotic maniac out of the office.

Walking down the streets in-between visiting different watchmakers and jewelers, you noticed some was off each time your boots hit the ridged pavement. In particular something about Dazai, his face was contorted into a being in deep thought, not to be disturbed for any reason. It was so out of character you were going to ask what he was thinking about, but then opted out.

"I know you were going to ask what I was thinking, I am a detective you know." He said his face morphing into one not of deep thought but of cockiness with a smirk. Damn, sometimes you really loved and hated that smirk, but right now you didn't know what to think of it. "I was just thinking of how now I know exactly who made the watches, and where is is for your information."

"Really who would that be? For my information."

"His name is Opāru Shokunin, he's done a lot of custom jewelry for Elise-chan and the port mafia in the past, but recently he's been doing a lot of foreign commissions for gangs and syndicates outside of Japan my word of mouth. When I first saw the watches I was initially reminded of how it looked like his handy work, but since the first three places we've visited were a bust, i'm confident it's him."

"Alright Mr. Mic-cocky, lead the way by all means." You scoughed lightly.

Unfortunately for the two of you, your desired destination was all the way across yokohama, so you had to hail a taxi which you knew you were going to be the one paying or it. The icing on the shitty cake was that you got stuck in rush hour traffic, so, the total time until arrival was three time longer than it should have been. At least you got dibs on the radio choice.

When the two of you arrived at your desired destination you now witnessed a normal looking office building, unfortunately, there was no elevator so the two of you had to work your legs up three flights of stairs to make it to Opāru's workshop.

Before you went in however you whispered to Dazai "how do we know he's even gonna be willing to talk to us?"

"He's going to be willing...."

"Why?"

"Simple you're gonna pay him."

"Um no you're going to pay him because I payed for the cab!"

"Um no."

"Yes!"

"No."

"Yes!"

"You realize I can hear you two bickering right?" was the raspy voice of the man you were looking for that ended your whisper argument. He was actually younger than you expected, about 38, but he looked older than his body by his eyes, the eyes of someone very worn out. Which would explain the smoking. "He's right i'll talk if you pay me, just come in before ya give everyone else a headache."

The two of you swiftly made your way into the working man's shop room. The room was a lot nicer than you thought it would be, and a lot lighter too. The man possessed a very nice view from his wall because his wall was almost completely filled with by windows. Dazai did mention something about the craftsmen liking natural light in the cab on the way here, so it wasn't too surprising and really lightened the room up.

You followed Dazai to the two chairs across from the white tufted sofa that Opāru was already occupying. Then Dazai placed the watch and a thick wad of cash on the coffee table separating the two parties of people.

"Oh, so you're here to ask who paid me to customize this for them? No surprise there they were particularly nasty."

"How where they particularly nasty?"

"I'm pretty sure that they were doing things even nastier than the port mafia, like taking kids of the streets and shipping them off."

"So, supposedly by word of mouth were human traffickers."

" Yeah, supposedly, but I didn't ask when the guy approached me."

"The guy?" You reconfirmed.

"Yeah, the guy, he had this weird tattoo on his wrist. The guy's name was Zinnnnnng, THUMP.

The two of you didn't even have time to blink or create when the bullet zipped through the head of the craftsman from. The crimson liquid from his head pooling on the couch were he was just alive a few seconds ago. The blood seeping into the fabric like the disparity of situation into Dazai and yourself.

Glimpsing out middle window now tainted with a hole you see the silhouette of the person responsible for this.

Dashing up without a second thought you sprint to pursue the culprit of the murder that just took place infront of you. Eyeing your target through the broken window.

Ahhhhhhh! Okay I’m literally really proud of how this came out! I’m really hope people like it. I’m really new to writing full fanics so if any experienced writer is reading this will you please give some pointers, that would be very helpful!

-Ellie

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codename-bewareofthefangirl · 6 years

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Hello~can i request a chuuyaxdazai where dazai loses his memorys , wakes up at the ADA but doesent know who they are. And when they explain thing to him he wouldnt belive he would be able to leave the maffia or chuuya so he goes to chuuya's. :33 angsty but pls? Thank you!!!

Hi dear!

I’ve written this yesterday at 3AM since I’m stressed&depressed (ha ha, they rhyme), hoping to use my emotions in a more positive way. The result? Now I’m sad because I believe this isn’t that good, I feel like I’ve failed at conveying the right emotions. I apologize since this is the best I managed to come up with, and I hope you’ll enjoy even just a tiny bit.

I’m not sure I’ve portrayed their personalities well enough, especially sixteen!Dazai. I tried, but I warn you about possible OOC.

Thank you for your patience and warm support,

Have a nice day!

Soukoku (DazaixChuuya), Angst, Temporary Memory Loss, Mentions of the past, Heartbreak, Sixteen!Dazai

Shattered

It wasn’t true.

It was just a lie. A prank. Some ability user messing with him. A trap.

It has to be.

“Dazai-san? Dazai-san!” a young boy with white hair and an irregular haircut screamed relieve, “He’s awake! Kunikida-san! Ranpo-san! Everyone!”

A worried man with a rectangular pair of glasses rushed to his side as he tried to straighten; every inch of his body hurt. A bed? No, a couch. But…where?

“Dazai! How are you?”

Why was he touching him?

A cold smile was all he could muster in his conditions.

“I apologize for my rudeness, who are you?”

Dazai would have never left Port Mafia. He would have never joined a pathetic Detective Agency and played babysitter. He would have never…

He caught sight of his reflection in a shop window and halted. With wide, horrified eyes, he lifted a hand and hesitantly touched the glass, tracing the silhouette of his own face.

It was so wrong.

He was so…adult. Old. Mellowed.

In his features, he saw an unknown softness that scared him.

Shaking his head, he stepped back and resumed running. There was only one person he could trust, one person he could run to.

“Dazai-san, please don’t joke!” The young one muttered, incredulous. He had to be his age.

The man with the strange hat and a lollipop in the mouth tilted his head.

“I’m afraid he’s not joking…” he hummed, “How old are you?”

“Sixteen.”

Dazai was sixteen.

Sixteen and the younger executive in Port Mafia.

Sixteen and part of the deadly Soukoku.

Sixteen and dumbly in love.

“Probably an ability or a trauma…we should wait for Yosano, she’s the only one who could help him.”

Trauma? Helping him?

Those fuckers were just messing up with him. He didn’t remember what he was doing before, but he probably had been on a mission that had ended badly, with him unconscious and drugged. Well, not even that bad, considering he had managed to knock out one of his capturers and escape.

They were probably on his trail, but in a few minutes, he would be safe and ready for the counterattack. They were going to regret their stupid attempt. They didn’t know who they were challenging.

As soon as he stepped into Port Mafia’s territory, they started firing on him.

“What the hell?!” he growled, jumping out of the firing line and taking cover behind a wall.

What were they doing? Hadn’t they recognized him? He was going to personally punish them later.

He took a breath, incredulous something so shitty was happening to him, and stepped out again, keeping his hands in the air.

He raised an eyebrow, in a mocking expression.

The men stopped shooting and exchanged a perplexed glance. Two of them left their hidings and carefully walked to him.

Dazai didn’t recognize them…ah, they had to be new recruits! That’s why they had shot him!

He sighed, “They should instruct you better.”

He strolled peacefully towards them.

“Ya~hoo! I’ve managed to return! If they’ve sent someone to save me, call them back,” he grinned, “I managed on my own.”

The men pointed the guns to his chest.

“What are you doing here?”

“Do you want to die?”

Eh? What was going on?

“Ah? Are you new perhaps?” Dazai blinked, amused, “You should remember at least the faces of your executives, people could get mad at you otherwise! I’m Daza-”

“DAZAI-SAN!”

Shit.

Dazai clicked his tongue and turned to face his pursuers. Wow, the kid was already on his feet, even after receiving one of his blows. Impressive.

“DAZAI! STOP! THEY’RE GOING TO KILL YOU!”

“You are still going on with that stupid story?” Dazai muttered under his breath, before snapping his fingers.

“Shoot them.”

The Mafia’ men didn’t move.

Dazai frowned at them.

“Eh? What’s happened to your enthusiasm? You were happily shooting me, but you won’t kill the enemy?”

“What the fuck are you saying?”

“It must be a mind trick or something…”

“DAZAI-SAN PLEASE LET US EXPLAIN!”

One of them pointed the muzzle of the gun to his forehead. Atsushi and Kunikida halted horrified.

“Are you serious?” Dazai blinked. It’s not that he feared for his life but he felt lost.

What was happening? Nothing made sense, a foreign sense of fear filled him for the first time in years, and he felt like drowning. It had to be a nightm-

“OI DAZAI, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE?”

The two armed men swiftly stepped out of the way, letting him go.

That voice washed immediately Dazai’s anxiety away.

With a mocking grin, he let out petulant, “Chuuya-kun! Have you come to…

…save me”

As he turned, the words remained stuck in his throat.

Same stupid hat, childish and annoyed pout, red hair and shining blue eyes.

But he wasn’t Chuuya.

He wasn’t his partner.

He wasn’t his Chuuya.

Before he could even react, the man dashed forward at inhuman speed and aimed a kick at his head.

Dazai ducked by a hair but lost the balance and fell on the ground. The shock had hacked his brain.

“Why are you old too?” he stuttered.

“Ah?” Chuuya roared, swinging his leg again.

Dazai had to roll to avoid a mean hit.

“CHUUYA-SAN PLEASE STOP! IT’S NOT THAT DAZAI!”

Chuuya had already grabbed the man by the collar and pulled him up. He brought back the clenched fist and aimed to the face.

But he stopped. Few centimeters from Dazai’s nose, he stopped.

Not because of Atsushi’s words, no. It was the light in his eyes.

Lost. Confused. Betrayed.

A cold hand clenched his heart.

An unwanted memory flashed in front of his eyes.

With a jerk, he let him go, and stepped back,

He glared at the two members of Port Mafia and the ones from the Detective Agency.

“What’s going on? Why is he trespassing?” He asked, eyeing suspiciously the unusually unresponsive Dazai.

“We tried to shoot him, sir! But he said we were crazy, sir!”

“Trespassing?” Dazai blurted, shocked.

Atsushi and Kunikida stopped, keeping a safe distance from them.

“We don’t know exactly what happened, but someone has screwed up his mind. More than usual,” Kunikida explained, fixing his glasses.

“His mind?”

“He has lost his recent memories,” Atsushi added, “He thinks he’s sixteen.”

“I don’t think, I am sixteen. And whatever is happening, you’re all going to pay for this,” Dazai threatened like a petulant teenager, a wicked smile on his lips.

“Six-sixteen…?” Something broke in Chuuya. He lowered once again his eyes on him.

Sixteen.

Their golden year.

“Ah, Soukoku? Isn’t it a nice name, Chuuya-kun?”

“Why should I care, suicidal freak!”

“Don’t lie! I know your maiden heart thinks it’s cool, Chu-chu!”

“I swear I’ll fucking kill you!”

“I only do double suicides! Are you volunteering? I’d love you to!”

Sixteen.

When he had been appointed executive.

“Now I can’t bully my Chuuya-kun anymore! If you hadn’t rightfully gained it, I would officially complain!”

“Oi Shitty- Wait, was that a compliment?”

“Thank you for noticing. Can I have a reward now?”

Sixteen.

A year before their first kiss.

“Ah? Is that blush, Chuuya-kun?”

“Shut it or I’m gonna kill you!”

“Is it because I look hot in this suit? Or because I’m pining you to the wall?”

“Dazai-”

“You know why I’m pining you, at least?”

“I’ve stopped trying to understand your wicked mind.”

“Then, let me show it to you…”

Only two years before the betrayal.

Before everything crumbled down.

“…and I don’t know why you did it, but I’m impressed, and it has been a good prank, can we call it off now? Chu-chu are you even listening?”

Chuuya blinked, shaking his head to drown the memories once again.

He met Dazai’s eyes as the man waited to have attention. A gaze filled with complicity, teasing and that subtle, almost invisible affection.

“Don’t look at me like that.” The harsh words escaped his mouth before he could even think them.

“Chu-” Dazai tried to take his hand, but the man swatted his away.

“Stop it,” he continued, coldly, “What they are saying it’s true. You’re not stupid, I know you’ve realized there’s something wrong. That’s it: They’re right. No prank or similar shit.”

“It’s not funny,” Dazai hissed, a hint of nervousness in the voice, as he stood up.

But Chuuya wasn’t even looking at him. His eyes were empty, the words just an echo.

“No, it isn’t, but it’s the truth. When you were eighteen, Odasaku was killed. The next day, you left Port Mafia. You bombed my car.”

“What’re you saying?” Dazai paled, clenching and unclenching his fists.

“At twenty, the Armed Detective Agency found you. You joined them and started fighting against Port Mafia.”

“STOP IT!” Dazai yelled, helplessly. Atsushi and Kunikida looked away, but Chuuya didn’t even flinch. “I’d have never done that! That’s a lie! What are you lying for?”

“It’s the truth, stop bitching,” Chuuya replied flatly, “It’ already pathetic enough having to bring it up again.”

“I-”

“You know it is, you know it. Don’t you fucking lie to me.”

Dazai froze, feeling like the land under his feet had crumbled and he was falling into a bottomless pit of darkness.

Because Chuuya was right. He knew. Somewhere, maybe in his lost memories, he knew it was true.

But that didn’t make it possible, it didn’t give it sense.

How could he have ever done that?

“…why?” A broken whisper.

Chuuya covered his eyes with a hand as he threw back the head and let out a hollow laughter.

“You ask me? Shouldn’t I be the one demanding explanations? I was the one betrayed, you know?”

A stab to Dazai’s heart.

“I must have said something-”

“You needed a different life. You needed a more meaningful one, a free, warm life. A life better than the one we shared,” Chuuya bitterly replied, trying to keep his voice steady. He didn’t want to go through that. Not again. He wasn’t sure he could survive it another time.

Dazai helplessly stared at him, without any word to say, any solution to fix things.

He didn’t know what had changed, he didn’t know why he had done that. But he was there now, trying to keep his shattered heart together.

“I-I need the- I-” he tried to smile, “Come on Chuuya, you know me, I’m Mafia through and through. Being with the good guys? Don’t you remember how we’ve met? Something must be wrong. Let me stay, I’ll fix everything.”

He stepped closer to his former partner, and Chuuya made the mistake of meeting his eyes.

Ah, that look again.

Hopeful and alluring, ready to do everything to stay with him.

Chuuya inhaled sharply and forcefully hardened his own heart.

“Bring him back,” he muttered to Kunikida, “I’ll let you go for this time.” Without a second glance, he turned on his heels and walked away, followed by the guards.

“What? Chuuya! No!”

Kunikida tried to grab Dazai’s arm, but the man pushed him to the ground. Desperately, he lunged and grabbed Chuuya by the shoulder, forcibly turning him.

“Daz-“

The man pressed his lips against his.

Chuuya froze, his mind shortcutting and his heart imploding at once.

Emotions he thought he had killed long ago took over him.

Those lips were so familiar, soft, teasing and possessive. His body recognized the way those arms circled his waist and adapted perfectly to his shape. The rough fingers through his hair. The furious beating of that heart against his chest.

He remembered everything with excruciating vividness. Everything.

Dazai let him go, keeping their foreheads against each other.

“…I don’t know what happened,” he whispered, out of breath, “But I love you right now, I love you.”

And everything in Chuuya’s shattered to pieces.

Because he could see it. After years of denying and trying to forget, of regretting, of yearning…he was seeing that love once again. As if nothing had ever changed.

Dazai did love him.

But it was late.

“I know you did,” he whispered back, raising a hand to cup his cheek, “I knew.” He couldn’t help but show a trembling smile.

Something akin to hope shone in Dazai’s eyes.

“But this is nothing more than the shadow of a sweet memory, and you’ll soon remember why. I’m sorry, Osamu.”

“Ch-”

Chuuya hit him hard, a single blow.

The final stab to his own heart.

Dazai dropped unconscious into his trembling arms.

Immediately, Atsushi and Kunikida rushed to take him.

No one of them said a word, but they respectfully nodded as a thank you and quickly lifted Dazai’s body on their shoulders.

Without moving of an inch, Chuuya watched them walk away until they disappeared from his sight.

“You can go. Not a word. Or I’ll kill you personally.”

The men literally vanished.

Chuuya remained there alone, staring at the dark, thundering sky until the rained started falling.

Only then, with drops mercifully streaming down his face, he let the tears fall.1

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