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The sky is always beautiful at night. In the chaos of everyday life there was something calming about late night walks in the iluminiting light of the moon and stars above.
Dazai as much he didn't care abut People he always admired the night. The fire giants thousands of killometers away yet still shining on the ink ininity. Painting Pictures of light one can only dream of.
Walks like this were always a nice routine for him. Especially when home didn't feel like it and he needed a break from the shouting.
Come to think of it his father didn't show up at his house for a few days now. It wasn't really worrying. He probably fell asleep on a bench in a park somewhere.
The park was quiet. The cars only bearly there.
He was walking and thinking. The thoughts were swirlling in his head. From The day before, from everything. He really didn't know what he thought of Tachihara. Time will Tell.
Suddenly a terrified scream brought him back to reality.
He saw some other People in the park looking around, searching for the noise.
Dazai heard it to his right so he rushed to see what was up.
He runned towards a dark alley.
A young girl was holding her mouth turned away from the end of the alley looking like she was holding in vomit.
He heard a bunch of other footsteps behind him but didn't care enough to look. He moved past the girl looking in the alley, his eyes gowing wide.
A man in his late 40s was laying on the ground in a pool of his own blood. A very severe wound on his stomach was till poring Blood like a waterfall making the liquid spread further. The smell of Blood was disgusting but Dazai didn't cover his nose. He was too busy noticing all of the details.
The mans brown short hair was now matted and red. His equally brown eyes were wide open in shock. Multiple flies had already started staying on the decying body. His chest not once moved.
The wicked smell of alcohol and blood were present in the air. So familiar to the teen.
He croutched near the body as if inspecting it. Horrified shouts were heard behind him. People holding their face, crying and vomiting.
He looked beside the body. There was a writing.
"A gift for a friend" was written on the concrete in the red liquid.
Dazai recognized the man. He knew him. He just never saw him as the one on the floor.
That man
Was his father.
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A phone rung in his pocket. He stepped away from the scene. And anwsered it.
-"Osamu please come home now."- the voice of his mother sounded from the other side.
-" Okay. But i still need to do something."- he replied, Breathing heavily. He wasn't shocked at the scene. No, he couldn't care less about that waste of a human. But seeing that messege.
He knew exactly who had done that. And he wanted for him to know that.
He dialed a number from his phone. One he texted many times before.
And even though it was late. The call was anwsered.
-" Shitty Dazai? What the fuck are you calling me for?"- Even with the harsh words. Dazai could still hear the light amusement in them.
-" Meet me in the park now. Near the flowers. If you don't i'll come get you myself." He hung up, not hearing the response of the teen on the other side. He needed anwsers. How did he even knew it was his father? How did he knew how to kill him. He walked away. Fast steps trailed along the parks long ways. He heard someone calling 110. He was speed walking away.
He stopped infront of a clutch of purple flowers. "Morning glory" -he rembered
He looked at the moon and the stars surrounding it.
He heard footsteps behind him. He didn't need to turn back to know to who they belonged.
-" What the fuck Osamu?!"- a shout sounded from behind. He tried to not feel thrilled at the mention of his name.
-" Shouldn't i be the one to ask that Chuuya?"- he turned towards the furious redhead. He might have believed the facade if he was dumber. But not now.
Chuuya was amused.
-" First you call me in the middle of the night and force me to meet you here of all places, then you get accusatory and just spawning nonsense. So yeah what the fuck? Some People are busy at this hour you know?"- He he could see him trembeling but it wasn't anger. He was trying not to laugh.
-" Busy? Busy washing the blood on your hands?"- Dazai spat back. Chuuya looked belidewered. Or tried to look like it.
-"Okay Dazai. What the hell are you Talking about?"
-" Don't soud so surprised. You know exactly why i called you here."- he expected the other to keep up his act a little. But he didn't expect this.
Chuuya started laughing.
-" Oh man! I thought you would be more happy with my gift. Guess i overexagerated a little bit."- Dazai blinked, surprised at the outburst but quickly scolded his expression.
-" I want anwsers."- Dazai replied. Chuuya scanned him up and down still holding his stomach.
-" What anwsers? I've given you a gift i thought would be your style. "- he responded.
Smilling warmly.
-" How did you know about my father. "
-" What do you think? And i thought you might actually be smart. I have given you enough hints im sure. What are you blind,stupid or both?"- he squinted. Hints? And then it came to him. The flash of camera, the feeling of being watched. How was he so blind to this?!
-" Judging by your face i think you got it. Congrats! Want a medal or something? "- he said mockingly. Dazai's expression quickly went blank again. But then another revelation came to him. I've given you a gift i thought would be your style. He knew.
-" You know about the murders."- He stated. It wasn't even a question. He knew. And he still didn't say anything? It didn't make any sense.
-" Of course i knew. But i never quite knew why. Mind sharing with me Osamu?" The brunette ignored the way his heart fluttered at the name. It was no time for that. But he felt another feeling creeping up.
A echoing laughter bubbled out from his throat. It was so ironic ! Dazai was the one who murdered! He imagined this moment so many times but usually the roles were reversed. He couldn't bother up with caring anymore.
-"Oh man! This is so weird! I was the one who killed Yuki ! And i find out you knew about it because YOU killed my father? That's-"he laughed. And soon Chuuya grinned and joined him. The sound Carrier through the night. The ones passing by looked at them wirdly but both couldn't help it. Both murderers. Both with Blood on their hands.
-" You know i couldn't careless about that slut right?"- Chuuya managed to get out. Dazai nodded his head.
-" And you knew i couldn't careless about tha old drunk?"- Chuuya grinned even wider if thatw as even possible. -" So you were the one stalking me? That's sweet of you actually. "- Dazai added.
-" Hey you did the same thing!"
They sat at a nearby bench. Their laughter died down slowly. Now that the moment was gone they didn't know what to say.
-" I-"
-" The moon looks beautuful tonight right?"- Dazai said. Chuuya looked at him. His eyes wide. Then a gentle smile apeared on his face with afaint blush gueasting it.
-" It does,doesn't it?"- Their hands rested in one another and interwined.
-" What are we suppoused to do now?"
-" I don't know. But we'll figure it out."