Work Text:
Click clack of a pair of heels disturbed the quiet,that a certain rat and mackerel shared. They both looked at the direction where it came from, then suddenly the lights on the hallway leading to what can be called as bolt doors turned on,then two men and a woman dressed in professional army outfits, appeared .
“This must be another way of punishment for a sad innocent man like me” , Dazai feigned dejectedness while also speaking lowly.
“How can that serve as a punishment for someone innocent like you?”, Fyodor held a smirk and emphasized the word innocent. Dazai just ignored the statement and proceeded to talk to the woman who, by that time, is already in front of their containment.
“Mademoiselle, how shameful it is for you to witness me like this” , Dazai over-exaggeratedly held his arms over his eyes, “How painful and unjust, would you care to join me on a quest towards the afterlife?”
Fyodor cannot believe that this is his equal. Dazai Osamu, while being considered a phenomenon, still yearns for death. He can’t help but agree though, it is truly unjust to have something you want so bad, and be deprived of it.
The woman painfully ignored Dazai and managed to keep a straight face, Fyodor commends her silently for it. “This is Canaria Ritsuka, one of the top agents assigned by UN to supervised your detainment here” , one of the men stated while still not looking at the two detainees, “No one is to talk with her, or approach her by any means, this introduction is necessary under the conditions Japan has made with us” , the other one said, but with more authority.
They were about to leave when Fyodor spoke, “ I have met Ritsuka-chan a few times before, I see you’ve dyed your hair pitch black” , the woman tensed, but just turned her back on the two. Fyodor hummed of satisfaction and sat cross-legged facing Dazai.
Fyodor noticed a pattern, it’s been a month since Ritsuka-chan came, and things changed. He pointedly looked at the person humming, probably his suicidal song he talked about at no end the first few days they were stuck there, this person seem to be not bothered at all, or is it possible that he’s been just oblivious to all of it?
“Say Fyodor, if have all your pieces capable enough to defend the whole empire, where would you put your queen?”, He heard Dazai asked, round eyes peaking from his long brunette hair.
“I’d say that I’ll put her where she’s most enhanced, or I might hold her back for future purposes, hmm, I might as well put her in the front lines to lessen the casualties” , he smiled at Dazai and continued, “But I shall never reveal which move I’ll make to my opponent, right?”, Dazai nodded and put his index finger on his chin.
“Yes! Yes! But come to think of it, you never really know when checkmate is until you’ve lost. You might see it coming, but there are different moves one can make”, Dazai stated, overly excited, something is really fishy.
Then he suddenly realized one thing, and he cannot help but laugh to himself. How can he miss that one important detail?
The alarms went off in the prison, red and blue alternating to wash the prison. He looked around and saw no one. No single guard approaching, this is a good chance to escape but he knows this is not for him.
He indulge himself in his own thoughts, yes indeed, he had encountered a certain Canaria Ritsuka way back. A blonde haired woman with dark brown eyes. No, no way the Ritsuka-chan introduced to them a month ago who had pitch dark hair and brown eyes, and most importantly, the Canaria Ritsuka he knew is way far from the Ritsuka approaching their cell right now.
“Ha, took your sweet time mon petite mafia!” , Dazai said animatedly, instead of standing up, he decided to sit down, sitting pretty, Fyodor may describe.
A loud bang, followed by shattering of glass roared over the place, dominating even the sirens of the prison.
And yes, Fyodor thought. Ritsuka-chan is now way a redhair with ocean blue eyes. He can’t help a smile, such strong vigor, he thought.
“Bastard! You took your time to give out the fucking signal!”, Fyodor watched with amusement as he witness the act of a queen, coming to the beck and call of the king, “Your agency-goody-two-shoes managed to resolve the situation outside, I really fucking hate you”
Oh, so that’s why he hasn’t heard from his pawns, it’s been 3 days since he last received a piece of connection from his people. Never-mind those who have fallen during this war, he still has others he can mobilize, but it can wait.
“Fyodor-kun”, Dazai called, standing with his hands on the back of his head with a mischievous smile, “This is checkmate”
Fyodor can’t help but laugh, he noticed how the redhead’s still wearing the army uniform for women, and it made him laugh more.
“Oi, bastard, what are you laughing at!?”, the redhead rashly questioned, Fyodor just shrugged and met Dazai’s gaze.
There, a silent understanding that this war on this board came to an end, but who’s to say that there’s only one board? Nevertheless, as he watch the pair walk out of the prison side by side, he understands that there is a piece on every board game that a king is always biased on, the piece that will make the king surrender when gone.
It’s not always the queen, but there is always one piece.
He wonders then, what he would do next to sever the invisible string connecting those two.
He wonders how far it can stretch and how much knots can it take, before it break.