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Life can't get any worse, can it?
The tall brunette groans when he tries to sit up, as he sees his partner walking towards him, or at least ex-partner.
Every bone in his body felt like it's breaking. Aching.
He hates pain.
"...Well? Come at me, Chuuya."
The taller male said, rather enthusiastically, as if challenging the vampire.
"Try and amuse me with your lame ass punches."
As soon as the words left his mouth, the vampire charged at him, but did not get a chance to hurt him before a voice called out from behind him.
"Stop."
Ah, yes.. Fyodor.
"He's provoking you. If you touch him, he'll nullify your vampirism. Back up and put him down."
*Darn..*
The brunette thought, realising that Fyodor knew about his plan.
Just then, the vampire pulled out a gun, and immediately shot the injured man in his shoulder.
"Oouch! Gaah! Shit!!— Where the hell were you aiming, you goddamn clutz!?"
The pain immediately spread through his whole body.
He hated pain.
Suddenly, the shorter man pointed the gun right at Dazai's forehead.
"With this... There's no need to worry."
The voice echoed in the room again.
The brunette sighed.
"This is the goddamn worst!! My shoulder hurts... and I'm gonna lose to Dostoevsky."
He groaned.
"And, as if it weren't enough, I'm being killed by Chuuya!"
"Looks like you're all out of plans.."
The cold voice spoke again.
"Am I though?"
He smirked.
"Perhaps, if I spit out a few moving words... A miracle will occur, and Chuuya will return to normal?"
...
"If you think that will help, please, go ahead."
The brunette thought for a few moments before he spoke again.
"Chuuya. Come to your senses. Our fate will not end in a place like this. Because you and I are destined to—"
Before he could finish his sentence, a bullet shot right through his head.
...
"...Ha ha.. At long last."
The brunette spoke in a strained voice.
"I've been... looking forward to th..."
...
And just like that, the light in his eyes faded.
"Goodbye, Dazai-kun."
He hated pain.
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A few moments of silence pass.
Suddenly, the shorter male gasps for air
He grabs he throat as he starts choking, tears swelling up in his eyes.
It takes a few moments for him to come to his senses.
But when he does, it's not a pretty view.
His ex-partner is laying in front of him, leaned against the wall, a bullet hole straight through his head visible.
The ginger's eyes widen, and he freezes in shock for a moment.
He stumbles closer to his partner, his whole body shaking, but whether it was with rage or sadness, he didn't know.
His hands are quick to settle on the body's cheeks, feeling the now-cooling skin underneath his fingertips.
"No... No no no no no— What the hell, mackerel?!"
The shorter man blurts out, his voice full of panic that he is desperately trying to hide.
"Oi, Mackerel! Wake up, what the hell!?"
...
"...Dazai. Wake the fuck up, this isn't funny—"
He starts shaking the body back and forth.
"Goddamn it, Dazai! This isn't fucking funny anymore, stop it!—"
Every sentence spoken is followed by silence from the man in front of him.
"Fuck!"
The ginger shouts.
"You said you wouldn't leave me here, you asshole! And now you're fucking dead, just like you always fucking wanted! Happy now, huh? Are you fucking happy?!—"
He continues shouting into the silence.
It takes him several moments, screaming, shouting at the unmoving male in front of him, taking his rage out on him.
When he finally calms down, he decides on one thing that he has to do.
"I know you will absolutely hate me for this. But you can get your anger out at me in hell, mackerel. We will both see each other there anyways."
He scoffed.
The short male started taking off his gloves, finger by finger until the glove was off. The glove on the ground is soon followed by the second glove, pilling on top of it.
"Asshole.."
The ginger scoffs one last time, before he speaks again.
"O granters of dark disgrace, you need not wake me again."
The red marks paint his body, "beautifully", as his former partner would say.
He always admired those marks, no matter how ugly the truth beneath them was.
He always found them beautiful.
Blood was streaming down his cheeks, instead of tears, as he moved towards his target.
His mind was blurry, the God taking over his body instead.
His head was throbbing, and he couldn't form one coherent thought. The only words repeating in his mind were:
"Kill Fyodor, destroy him."
And so he did. It didn't take long before he reached his target and killed him.
No matter how strong Fyodor was, he was no match for Arahabaki.
No one was.
Wel... except one person.
But since that person was dead now, there was no one to stop Arahabaki.
Chuuya's body screamed at him, begging for relief. Begging for that one hand to touch him, to get rid of this pain.
It just kept screaming and begging.
For several minutes, which felt Iike hours in Chuuya's blurred mind.
His body soon gave out, running out of energy to spare, and blood to leak.
He fell to the ground, unable to move, but Arahabaki was still pushing him to do so.
Screaming.
Constant screaming.
Let the pain end, just fucking end me already. Useless fucking piece of shit.
Chuuya groaned.
His vision soon blacked out, leaving his lifeless body on the ground.
The red marks no longer showering his body, only burnt scars from it left.
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The police soon arrived at the scene.
The whole place was completely destroyed.
The walls that devided individual rooms were now mostly gone, thanks to Arahabaki.
The police officers found remains of several bodies, of which there was Dazai, Chuuya, and of course, Fyodor.
The scene there was brutal, nothing that could be plainly described with words.
Too brutal, considering that he hated pain.