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No.
I lost him..?
I lost him. .
Night, the blue moon shinning brighter than anything but he couldn't care less. Dazai could only run, with tears brimming at his eyes his eyesight blurs, but he can never miss the unusual orange hair in the world even if he's half blind. Dazai could only run, even if he will pass out soon with his hands covering a wound from a stab earlier.
An unusual amount of blood on the ground his blurring eyes caught. Chuuya!
"Chuuya!" he screams as he holds the redhead to him. The smell of copper and iron in the form of liquid red was never a good thing. Again, his bandaged arms are covered in the bloods of the one he loves. Chuuya's body was blood itself. Dazai wouldn't recognize him if he wasn't Osamu.
"Da...zai. Y..ou.....came." Chuuya almost silently speaks. Tears falls from Dazai's eyes.
"Of course I will." he whispers back. He hates himself for everything.
"I'm...ti..red..'zai." Chuuya's eyes half blinking, refusing to close his eyes. His eyelids feels too heavy this time, his eyes wanted to be closed forever. Dazai could only hear his and Chuuya's heartbeat at the dead of the night, the other one's slowly fading away.
"'m sc...ared."
Dazai inches closer and kisses his love's forehead. For the last time. Even if he doesn't want to accept it, at the back of his mind, he's already mourning.
"Rest well, Chuuya.." he whispers as he hears Chuuya's heartbeat fade faster.
"D..on't....come...ho..me... too...soon..'sa....mu." he almost couldn't hear it.
And with that, the only ones he could hear is his own heartbeat and wails of mourn and grief. His face wets with tears and sweat and pain. Numbness. He feels numb but at the same time full of grief. He's angry at the world. He's angry at everyone. He's angry at himself. He's angry at fate for making them them.
With the sobs and wails of everything painful. Atsushi and Yosano runs to him. The younger boy's expression turns to shock and quickly to pity as he sees the executive's state. Yosano scanned his body and looks at Dazai. The same eyes that always told him.
"Osamu.. I'm sorry.. but.. we'll have to say goodbye to Chuuya.." Yosano speaks as she looks at Dazai with pity and grief. The three were close, they grew fond of each other as they turned older with Yosano and Chuuya whining with wine and Dazai having a glass of milk instead just to piss them off for drinking plain milk. Tears filled both of their eyes as Yosano inches closers and hugs Dazai.
Dazai questions everything. He questions reality. Why did they have to be Soukoku? Why can't they be a young, happy, free couple living in Yokohama in an apartment with a cat and a dog? Why did they have to be them?
Dazai grits his teeth in anguish as he screams and sobs his lungs out until he couldn't. Yosano only hugs him tighter. Atsushi slightly lowers his head at the man's body in front of him.
"I'm gonna..leave you two for now. Please..call me if you need anything." Atsushi says as he leaves two handkerchiefs at the ground.
The blue moon shines brighter than ever, but the pool of blood is the only thing Dazai could see.
And then..
It's 17 years later.
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17 years later.
Dazai turned 40. It's October 22nd today. His body getting weaker and weaker with each day that passes. Well, he wasn't planning to reach the age 40 even.
He stares at the grave in front of him. Nakahara Chuuya written on the gray cement in front of him. Dazai brings out candles and a bouquet of pink camellia flowers.
"Chuuya.. it's been 17 years, right? So many things changed.
I'm still at the ADA, we have plenty of new coworkers, one of them even has ginger hair and blue eyes! But they're duller than yours, so don't get all jealous, 'kay?" a playful tone at the end of his sentence.
"I have two cats now, actually! I named them Mackerel and Slug, which is weird because Slug loves Mackerel, the actual fish but hates Mackerel the cat. They're stray kittens I found at a box outside the Agency building one time. They're getting older and bigger each day! God knows I feed them too much.
Yosano has a child now. 16 this year... she had Ranpo-san as a donor and she married Ane-san a year later.. You'd be happy to hear that.
Atsushi-kun..well, unexpectedly is dating Akutagawa-kun. They're living in a penthouse, I usually sleep in there when I'm too lazy to go home. Right, they're married, too! Their wedding was all too fancy, only a mafioso could affor that wedding! I'm a bit jealous of Atsushi-kun for not having to work
Chibi, they remind me too much of us when we were 15!..
Fifteen, huh.
Isn't fifteen the sweetest age of all? Even Taylor Swift sings about that age.
Hmm..
Right! Kunikida-kun is married now! He's married to a woman who definitely isn't his ideal woman! Their wedding was beautiful, I sadly couldn't prank him that day because his wife would punch me!
Ranpo-san's still at the agency.. still the best detective even at the age of 45.. amazing, right?
Anyway! Enough about me.
Ane-san actually found her child she gave up for adoption when she was 23. His name's Raven.. because he grew up in a foreign orphanage. But Yosano and Ane-san did everything they could to find him. They're amazing at being parents and wives, I tell you that.
Mori-san. As much as I dislike him, he's doing..a bit better now? He stopped liking little girls, and being creepy and disrespecting women..but he really hasn't changed much! He just got older and uglier at the age of 60! I'm shocked no one had slit his throat yet to kill him, but maybe Hirotsu-san will! Ane-san almost did and she's the boss now!
Oh, yeah! Hirotsu, the old man! Still taking care of children! Poor man can't take a break, taking care of his practically grandchildren, always.
Gin and Higuchi got married. Gin confessed when she got too frustrated with Higuchi still confessing to Akutagawa-kun even when he's pining over Atsushi-kun. Tsk, tsk, kids these days!
Tachihara..took a break from the Port Mafia..I helped him with it, actually, I think it'll make you happy if I did, so I did!
I don't have anyone to talk about now..to be honest.
I miss you so much, Chuuya. Visit me in my dreams again and we'll live there rent free with no care for the world." Dazai finishes off the conversation. Well. Not like he's not gonna visit him again this weekend. He always does. He turns back to go home, or to Atsushi's apartment until he sees a certain someone lurking around behind the tree. He smirks as he walks near the tree and the teenage girl sneaking behind it.
"Boo! What are you doing here, Calya-kun?" Dazai asks at his (found) adopted niece. Calya Yosano, Akiko and Ane-san's daughter. Well, the surname really was Yosano even if Akiko wanted her surname to be Kouyou, Ane-san did not agree with that, of course she wouldn't (she'd rather have two Yosanos in her lifel), Akiko gave birth to Calya, and it has always bothered her in straight couples when the woman gives birth to the child but the child still gets the father's surname, so they settled for Yosano.
Back to the cruel present, Calya falls down at the grass, Dazai hears a soft ow! For someone who's raised by Yosano and Ane-san, she surely did not take after both of them. Calya's a formal, but overthinking girl. Never shy, because both her Moms taught her to never be scared to talk back or ask for something.
"My Moms are searching for you, Dazai-senpai. Do you mind if I ask who you're visiting?" Calya curiously asks as she looks at her watch. Of course, don't tell Dazai she's gonna grow up like Kunikida! Dazai shook his head as he pats her head.
"You really ought to be closer to me than to Kunikida-kun! You're gonna end up like him, Calya-kun! And we have an hour 'til we're late anyway!" Dazai exclaims as he laughs. Calya's expression softens. Good grief, he really ought to make sure she's not gonna be stuck up!
"How did you get here anyway?" Dazai asks the younger one. Calya looks at him with no expression in her eyes.
"I figured." Dazai smirks and raises an eyebrow at that. Looks like he may have taught her better than he thought he did (it was Ranpo).
"I remember that day clearly, Calya-kun." Dazai starts. Calya looks at him with an interested expression,
"I fell in love with a boy when I was your age. You know I worked for the Port Mafia, right?" the girl nods at that. It's no secret when her mother works for the mafia.
"I left him when I was 18. Port Mafia's an abusive organization, I tell you that.
I joined the Agency two years later, and finally saw the light of my light, that maybe there was end to my tunnel.
Two years later, when Atsushi-kun joined. Everything fell back, as if he was the reason it all happened. I met him again. We were old partners..
I didn't think I was still in love with him, because goddamn, I wouldn't believe myself at 18 that I actually, seriously fell in love with a boy who looks like a hatrack," Dazai says, almost sounding frustrated.
"But he used Corruption, the true form of his ability, the beautiful chaos it was. I fell in love with him over and over again whenever I see him and that beautiful chaos he is. But he can't control Corruption.. that's why he needed me, no, my ability, No Longer Human.
Fast Forward because this is one long story, it was three years later, we were both 25 and in love. And call it domestic fluff like they do in fanfiction, but we were really in love.
But.. an ability user came to Yokohama.
An ability user that allowed themselves to unleash the true abilities of us. The opposite of mine.
And of fucking course, Calya-kun, he took an interest to him." he continues. Calya's eyes widen as her suspicions were correct.
"He made him unleash Corruption..
And I didn't made it to him. He unleashed Corruption to Port Mafia, that's why The Mafia's Recovery existed, because of him. About 90% of Port Mafia died because of him. Your mother, Ane-san is lucky to not be there when it happened.
But when I saw him.
At the ground. Under a pool of his own blood. I knew it was the end. Maybe the light really wasn't forever. Long story short, all of this happened today. 17 years ago, Nakahara Chuuya." Dazai stops in front of a grave with fresh flowers at its front.
Calya looked at the gravestone and finally spoke.
"He was supposed to be another one of my uncles, right? Just like you." she looks with sadness in her eyes. Dazai stares at the name engraved to the cement.
"And you, Calya, was named after him."
Oh
Oh.
It all makes sense now. Her birthday's at November 22, a month after he died. Maybe her mothers were still recovering when they named her.
"Then, I feel honored to be named after him." she smiles as she closes her eyes.
Dazai smiles proudly at her.
"Well, I am getting hungry, let's meet with Akutagawa-kun and Atsushi-kun at the Vortex." Dazai says as they walk away from the cemetery.
See you again, Chuuya, maybe the next time I'll see you will be when I'm finally home.
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A year later. Dazai Osamu died. With his last words heard by Calya Yosano.
I'm coming home, Chuuya.