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What a shitty day.
That was the only thought that had run through young mafioso Chuuya Nakahara’s mind.
The first problem was that he, along with the stupid mackerel known as Dazai Osamu, were sent to Musutafu for a job killing some hero who learnt a bit too much about the Port Mafia.
Great, he had to leave Yokohama and had to share a hotel room with Dazai fucking Osamu.
Secondly, said maniac hadn’t been as grating as he usually was and seemed rather depressed?
Chuuya guessed he had gotten into an argument with his beloved Odasaku, and the depressing thing isn’t all that new, the suicidal bastard.
The aforementioned mission had been a success, even though Dazai did nothing to contribute except brutally shoot a few bullets into the hero's crushed body, however without his usual sadistic laugh but a more monotone and lifeless expression. He had allowed his mopeyness to affect his work. That’s not like Dazai, well it is, but not to that degree.
The two walked back to their rented hotel room in an awkward silence, devoid of their usual bickering. Chuuya knew something was definitely wrong.
After checking in around 7:00PM, the two mafioso headed to their room. It was a two bed single room, with an obnoxious purple detailing throughout, but there was enough room for the two of them, plus a balcony as extra!
(Totally not basing it off of premier inns)
After removing his shoes, Chuuya made his way to the bathroom in order to get ready for sleep, not like he’s ever truly let his guard down though. However, as he left, he noticed a lack of walking mummy. Chuuya could lightly smell tobacco in the air and the swaying of a dark figure in the wind just beyond the sheer blinds that covered the window.
Chuuya had settled down into bed, devoid of extra articles of clothing but still wearing his work outfit, a gun safely tucked away into the confines of his pillow. The door to the balcony slid open and a bitter night’s breeze made its way into the room along with Dazai, before the door was closed once again.
“Chuuya, I’ve just seen a rather beautiful building, lovely in design and quite tall.” Dazai began, rather seriously too.
“And?”
“I am going to kill myself, catch me if you can, Chuuya.”