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'Red looks lovely on you'
Chuuya never got compliments. It was not because he was ugly or anything. It was because most of the people who saw him could only envisioned their death by pale hands hidden behind those dark gloves. They knew he was going to bring death and destruction on everything that he touches. No one likes death even if its bought by a beautiful man. But it doesn't matter as he was too preoccupied with finishing his mission rather than fishing for compliments.
One a particular hot summer night, after dazai and chuuya have completed their mission. Dazai said something peculiar.
While waiting for the car to pick them up, chuuya glanced at his reflection in the broken mirror that was sprawled everywhere in the abandoned warehouse. He was drenched in the blood of people he had no recollection of, his pale face was splattered with droplets of blood,he felt something akin to disgust after looking at his face. He noticed dazai moving towards him in the mirror. Before he could react, dazai touched his nape and his fingers brushed against the blood on chuuya's neck. He looked at chuuya in the mirror and whispered, "red looks lovely on you".Before chuuya could question dazai, the car had arrived.
Even four years later,
Chuuya never forgot what dazai said. He never let's himself forget those painful words. He religiously chants them everytime he kills someone and imagine that it's dazai's blood painting his hands.