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The soft pattering of rain on the window compensates the feeling of emptiness and hollowness gradually. His burgundy eyes with a tint of hazel were trained on the raindrops that raced on the glass that's separating him from the outside world. The boy's bandaged arm reached up, grazing the window's handle with his fingers. His bony fingers grasped the handle gently, ensuring to be as silent as possible.
The window creaked, now ajar. He could finally jump off now without any more obstacles in his way. He rested his bandaged arms against the windowsill and prepared himself to jump from the apartment he got himself in after attempting to drown in a river he found.
The bandaged boy's eyes lit up a little seeing how high up he was from the apartment. The height was perfect for a clean suicide. His tousled mahogany curls billowed in the wind. The gust of wind from outside made him shake in excitement and made his adrenaline sky-rocket.
This is the moment he had been waiting for. He just wanted to feel something. Something for once. He just wanted to feel human. Not a living corpse, just human. He wondered if the wind would sting his skin enough to remind him he was still alive. He jumped, feeling the gravity engulf him for a mere second before feeling an iron grip on his legs.
"What do you think you're doing, kid?" started an adult voice he recognized. The voice indicated that it was a male. The tone of his voice was serious and fierce. The man pulled the boy inside swiftly, letting the boy land on his own stomach on the carpeted floor. Groaning dramatically, the bandaged boy sat up and jutted his bottom lip out into a pout.
"Now, that's not so nice interrupting a person's long-awaited wish. Not once--" he paused as he pointed his index and middle finger up into a 'two'. "--but twice!" He stopped pouting and crossed his arms.
"Why did you save me?" He dropped his playful facade, his lifeless eyes looked at the red-haired adult dead in the eyes. Said adult sucked in a breath, shoving his hands in his khaki pockets. "You're too young to be thinking of death," His voice reverberated in the room.
"Find your raison d'etre. Suicide is not worth it," The brown haired boy cringed at his last sentence, reminiscing the alarm clock sound that woke him up earlier. The alarm clock had been blaring the lines 'Don't try suicide' all over and over again near his ear until he had enough and took out the batteries from the clock.
"You never changed." Dazai's voice was almost fond, though it trembled around the edges.
Vigilantly, he spewed out those words albeit a bit low with a small smile carving his face. He closed his eyes and stood up a little too fast that the slight breeze made his black short-sleeved shirt move. "We meet again,"
Dazai Osamu locked eyes with the red-haired man.
"Oda Sakunosuke,"
Without missing a beat, a gun was pointed directly at the boy's face. Odasaku's face contorted into one of supressed surprise that Dazai knew all too well. The bandaged boy gleefully took one step ahead so that his forehead is pressed against the gun. His mahogany bangs casted a shadow over his face.
"Odasaku, you big fat grandpa. Shoot me, I dare you," Odasaku was taken aback at his nonchalant comment and merely pressed the gun closer against the boy's head.
"Boy, listen. I don't want to do this," He let his eyes shut before heaving a sigh. Dazai kept the same smile he had before as he hummed a tune.
"Woo, you can't do a double sui--" He sang before he got cut off. The sound of a gunshot was resound in the room. For a second, it was quiet.
"Woah, thanks for the free bullet hole on my pants," The red haired man pulled the trigger again but to his surprise, he was met with the sound of a 'click'. The gun ran out of ammo, or rather, someone had used them up earlier since Oda Sakunosuke had just reloaded the gun right after he found the bandaged boy in a river, trying to drown himself.
It was such an odd day.
He had been making his way to his favourite curry shop and out of the blue, he saw two legs sticking out of the water with bended knees. He went to save the unconscious boy and let him stay in his apartment for a while. As he was waiting for the boy to wake up, he reloaded and left his gun on the counter to do nature's call.
It didn't click, the door to Dazai's room was locked, it was impossible for him to get out. There were no windows except for the one he tried to jump off from. His eyes widened, coming to a realization. Unless he knew how to--
"Lockpick. Yes, I lockpicked that door," The boy held the lockpick he made from an office pin Oda Sakunosuke had lingering around in the room. "Though, it was such a hassle to find a silencer to get rid of some bullets," The boy complained, deliberately emphasizing the word 'hassle' for more dramatic effect.
"Thank the heavens for those guards outside your door, lying dead right now," Oda Sakunosuke turned his head at a fleeing speed, his eyes flickered at the open front door. He was right, the port mafia's guards were dead, with gaping holes on their heads, lying on the porch. Caught off-guard, the bandaged boy dexterously snatched the gun from his hands and pointed it at Odasaku.
The tables have turned. Odasaku is now held at a gunpoint. Dazai let a smile adorn his features as he held up the ammo reloading stash that Odasaku usually places at his belt. "Oda Sakunosuke, a low rank port mafia member. It's kind of questionable why you hesitate to kill people even though you're a part of the mafia,"
"Maybe it has something to do with the orphans at the curry shop?"
Odasaku's heart dropped.