7 Works by arrrowiee
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Dazai startled at his voice, surprise written across his face. “You came back.”
The leaves crunched underneath Atsushi as he sat down. He maintained a couple of feet of distance between them, careful of the proximity. “I told you I would.”
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Breaking generational cycles wasn't on Atsushi's to-do list, but he might as well try.
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While Atsushi was mostly a nervous wreck, there was a subtle resilience that managed to shine through now and then. It was admirable, the type of quality that Dazai had always chased in others.
“Let’s get you home, Atsushi.”
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Out of all the cosmic oddities, Dazai was face-to-face with the weirdest one.
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“Oh, you must be my new roommate!” The man exclaimed, his movements wide and wild. “Come in, come in. I’m very excited to meet you!”
There was a tinge of bitterness in his tone, despite how expertly the man tried to cover it up. It was a sound Atsushi was familiar with, a feeling he could pick out effortlessly. Ignoring the way his chest constricted, Atsushi sent the man a small smile, gripping the rim of his moving cart and pushing it towards the door.
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Atsushi knew he had terrible luck. All he wanted was a non-shady roommate, some good dreams for once, and more than two hours of sleep. Was that too much to ask for?
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His shirt was soaked in blood, none of it being his. He knew he was injured though, if the stabbing sensation on his thigh was any indication. It hurt, burned, but there was nothing he could do at the moment.
“The police have even given a name to this figure, so we’ve heard. Inside sources state they refer to this unknown vigilante as the ‘White Reaper’."
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All Atsushi ever wanted was to be free.
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When he was seven, Atsushi first noticed the flickering numbers on his right arm.
“The numbers that are on our skin represent how dangerous our soulmate is.”
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Atsushi wondered if this is what it was like to fall in love with danger.
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He wanted to put this image on a canvas, to immortalize this beautiful being. But Dazai would not be able to do him justice; nobody could, for that matter.
Nakajima Atsushi was the very embodiment of art.(or, through Hawaii and art, two friends become something more.)
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He had heard a few stories of this during his time at the orphanage. When a person falls in love - meaning in love, a love so strong that they would literally die - and that love is unrequited, the person in love suffers from the Hanahaki disease. Flowers blossom in their chest, and they’ll grow until they inevitably choke you to death.
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The apartment was completely quiet except for the bubbling water and the thundering of Atsushi’s heart. He looked around cautiously, as if someone was hiding in the shadows of his room to listen in. The were-tiger took a slow, deep breath, steadying himself. His lips parted, trembling with the weight of what he was going to admit.
“I’m in love with Dazai-san.”
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Chinese [中文] Translation done by Bitelia