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Mafia is not about sunshine and rainbows.
Everyone knows it. Even the boss of Port Mafia claims that fact to be true. The rules of a Mafia will not cease or stop, it can only be continued or happening again and again. That cycle always continues, until someone is there to stop. But who? Even the victim of the cycle always asks this question, but there were no answers whatsoever.
Dazai walked to a room in pitch black. He opens the door and takes off his black coat, revealing a bundle of bandages covering his hand, even probably half of his body. He threw himself to the bed in front of him and sighed deeply, another day to become a slave for a cruel pedophilic mafia boss. He lies on his face trying to hide his sadness, but what is there to hide? Dazai doesn't even know what happiness truly means.
"Now I neither have happiness nor unhappiness, everything passes."
Those words sting like a bee's needle to Dazai's head, and will always follow him like a dog to its master.
He sighs once again, maybe he can only sigh at his fate from becoming an abused to an abuser, he turned his body to sleep on his back. The seemingly white ceiling feels like mocking him for his life, the white floor under him is cold and always telling him he won't break free from his fate.
Dazai closes his eyes, only to be opened again by the sound of the creaking door. A ginger haired man comes inside his room, then harshly closes it when he notices Dazai stares at him. He leans against the door whilst Dazai is trying hard to sit again, his body feels heavy and paralyzed to the bed.
"What do you want, Chuuya? I'm not in the mood for arguing about pointless shit again." He said with his left leg supporting his head. Both of his hands were on his knee and he smiled lazily. Chuuya walked closer to Dazai and sat beside him.
Chuuya can see the wrinkles and dust on Dazai's bed. "Hey bastard, have you ever cleaned this bed? Or let alone this room, it's so dusty and damp. Ew, are you not disgusted?"he asked, showing clear disgust. Dazai laughed softly at the question, "I don't feel the need to clean. It's not my job anyway".
"Dang, Port Mafia really is something when it comes to sanitizing." Chuuya mumbles down his breath. He turned his head to the right. Dazai was leaning against the wall and dozed off.
Chuuya can feel his heart stop for a moment. This is the first time he saw Dazai sleep so peacefully, he tilted his head to the left and put his hand on the cold wall. His eyelashes were pretty long for a man, and he also noticed the brunette's thin bones. Chuuya moved closer, then backed away. His cheek burned red as he realized what he just did. Thank goodness Dazai was asleep, if he weren't Chuuya would be laughed at again.
Chuuya decides to leave Dazai alone, but stopped his feet when someone grabs his hand. He turned back to see Dazai holding his right arm. His eyes were sleepy, but there was a glimpse of sadness behind them. His hand was cold and sent chills to the ginger. "Please stay…" he muttered with his eyes locked at Chuuya's. Those eyes looked at him in sorrow, which Chuuya couldn't resist.
He settled himself to sit beside the executive. Dazai rests his head on Chuuya's chest. Chuuya can only sigh and pats his head, successfully made Dazai broke into silent tears.
"I still don't understand. Why do you always cry whenever I pat you on the head." He asked, followed by Dazai's broken laugh. "There's always some things you don't need to understand, Chibi".
Chuuya wants to answer, but he quickly silences himself and continues patting the brunette's head. Dazai slowly closes his eyes, then falls asleep again. Chuuya lets go of him and gently lays Dazai to his bed. He smiles at the view in front of him, as Dazai who always teases him now sleeps like a baby under his comfort.
He left the room in silence and closed the door slowly. Although he doesn't understand what's troubling his partner, he wants to always be there and comfort him whenever he can.