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"He's just a midget, loud and noisy."
Oda took the last sip of his glass and put it away. "And your most loved topic over the last week."
Dazai bit on his bottom lip and turned away from the older man. "That's not true."
With a smile the man got up from his chair and put a hand on Dazai's shoulder. "At this point I'm pretty sure I know more about Chuuya than he knows about himself."
"Do I really talk that much about him?" A sudden feeling of guilt washed over Dazai. He didn't intend to bore Odasaku with his stories about his partner.
"Pretty much." Oda put on his light coloured coat and was about to leave the bar. On the last steps he turned around to Dazai again. "You should be more honest to yourself. The world isn't coloured in black and white only."
Dazai didn't answer and sat there for a full hour thinking about the words Odasaku directed at him but he couldn't come up with a conclusion. It was easy to read Chuuya or Akutagawa but understanding the meaning of the words of his friend was always a challenge.
For Dazai the world had three colors:
His pitch black sight of the world
The dark red of their victims blood.
And the pure white of Odasaku.
His phone brought him back from his stray thoughts. He already knew who the caller was due to his special ringtone. A few more seconds passed until he answered the call but it was impossible to say a greeting because the person already yelled in his ear.
"Where the fuck are you?"
Dazai held his phone a few centimeters away from his ear and smiled. "Did you miss me so bad to even call me?"
"Not even in your fucking dreams I'll miss you but we have a mission together, you annoying bandaged peabrain."
Dazai turned around and looked at the clock hanging on the wall. Chuuya was right. They had agreed on meeting half an hour ago. "Sorry something came amiss. I'll be there in five minutes."
"Come late and I'll slice you up and hang you up the-"
"Chuuya, van I ask you something?" Dazai totally ignored Chuuya's threat and if he interpreted the silence right, Chuuya was taken aback.
"What?"
Dazai hesitated for a moment if he should came up with something else but decided to go with his original question. "What does it mean 'the world isn't only black and white'?"
"Huh? The fuck you want?"
Of course Chuuya wasn't any help at all.
"I don't know where this comes from but whoever said those words is right. You-" Chuuya struggled with his sentence. "You know about my past before I joined the Port Mafia. And for sure the world is a fucking dark place with almost no light - but you know?" Chuuya made a small pause and seemed to think about his next words for a few moments. "The world we live in gets his colors by our own actions."
Now it was Dazai who was taken aback and didn't know what to answer.
"If you decide to paint everything black it's your decision but remember that we all have a paintbrush and coulers and can help you paint your world in different shades of black until you get your colour palette back. Not every black is the same."
Dazai was still not sure what to say. "That are some sophisticated words for a midget."
"Fuck off!"
Dazai ended the call with a smile. "But thank you."