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“Ive been looking ... Forward... to thi..”
There he laid, limply. Yet, somehow with confidence of a man who won, his soul left him.
Despite his lifeless, cold body; a smile graced his lips. Anyone who knew the brunette would expect this. But the one who knew him best, stood In front of him. Bearing his pointed teeth; his eyes glinting at his hand, still pointing at the limp man.
With a gun.
That had two missing bullets.
One was the reason the standing man was covered in blood. It was lodged in the brunettes shoulder, still spewing crimson.
The other, pierced the frontal lobe of Dazai Osamu, the brunette who’s soul descended with a smile still gracing it’s vessel.
“...Dazai...?” The ginger, who’s eyes returned to blue, and his teeth dulled and shrunk back to normal, called out to the man.
He received no response, from the man at least.
“Nakahara Chuuya.” The intercom sounded before a man spoke, his voice dripping in honey. “Dazai Osamu is dead, I win.” His voice was mocking.
“And you killed him.”
Everything after that was a ringing in his ears.
‘There’s no way. Is he scheming? He has to be! It’s not above him to fake his death- he can manipulate his heartbeat.’
“Dazai...” Chuuya took off his hat, a regretful yet condescending smile painted his lips. “Next time...” He took a deep breath, putting his hat back on his head “Next time, I’ll kill you when I’m conscious.”
Chuuya Nakahara took his gloves off.
“I’m sorry, Ane-San. One last time...”
He braced himself
“Grantors of dark disgrace,” A red hue enveloped his body, as did the black and red markings.
“You need not wake me....” The floor beneath him crushed, submitting to the God above it.
“Again.” A frustrated smile formed at his last thought, chuckling at himself for thinking about such a man that tormented him for as long as they were together.
‘Ill see you soon, Osamu. Then I’ll kill you’
He couldn’t remember much after that.
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“That’s enough, Chuuya, It’s over. We’ve won.”
A warm, bright, blue light enveloped Him Softly after hearing those words as a warm, bandaged hand rested on his cheek.
“Dazai.. you scheming bastard. I.. knew you were alive.” His voice came out raw and sore from the havoc he conjured mere seconds ago.
“Well somewhat.. I’ve been waiting, Slug.” He chuckled, allowing Chuuya to fall into his lap and rest.
“You better fucking take me back to HQ. Leave me here and I’ll hang your head on a mantle..” He threatened groggily, finally slipping unconscious.
“Dazai Osamu. Your time is up.” A hooded Figure, well above 9 feet, towered over the duo.
The mysterious figure looked between the two “Your punishment await you both. Please descend to your level.”
Dazai placed Chuuya’s hat back on his head and picked him up before beginning to follow the hooded figure down many flights of stairs.
“And my request?” The brunette glanced up at the hooded figure with a smirk.
“Granted.” It’s voice was extremely deep, what was even more intriguing was the way the deep black cloak, with gold and red accents, shaped the silhouette of the creature.
Dazai wouldn’t dwell on it for too long.
Not now, anyway.
“We have arrived.” It’s voice boomed again.
“Finally! I thought I was going to die with these stairs!” The former demon prodigy dramatically slumped into the wall and dragging himself (and the ginger, who is miraculously unharmed by his actions) onto the floor.
The creature cocked it’s head to the side for a moment before sighing and descending the stairs once more as Dazai entered with Chuuya into the room.
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Chuuya cracked his eyes open. Before even registering where he was the only thing he could think of that it was hot.
Too hot.
“Finally awake, Chibi?” That voice caused him to immediately shoot up
“Dazai!? Where are we!? And why is it so hot? Damnit how come-” The Mafia Executive immediately began firing questions, grabbing the detective’s blood stained shirt.
“Now now slug, I know your tiny brain can’t comprehend a situation such as this so why don’t you shut your mouth and let me show you.” With that, Dazai immediately got up and left the room .
Chuuya didn’t stop him. He realised something was wrong. It was hot, it smelled like Sulphur. They were in a fairly normal room. With one Queen sized bed, a bedside table on either side. The wood being Mahogany on all pieces of furniture. There was also an empty desk (spare a fake plant) and a bookshelf that was hardly filled. Besides that, the room had a few fake plants. The walls were painted a deep red and dark brown wooden floorboards. The only thing out of place was the door. It was black iron, rusty with an opening eye slot and many locks. The walls around it were cracked and mouldy.
Chuuya’s face twisted in disgust as he waited silently for Dazai to come back.
And he did, with a smile ever so slightly sad, only Chuuya could tell.
“Come on, Chuuya.” Dazai opened the door for him.
“tch. I’m killing you after this.” The gravity manipulator left the room and looked around to see only stairs and Dazai beginning to climb them.
“Hahh... the things I do..” Reluctantly, he followed Dazai up the stairs.
After Ascending the stairs they were greeted with another staircase leading up along with 4 Doors on the circular platform. The stairs being Parallel to each other and 2 doors on the right of them and the other 2 to their left.
The doors were labelled (From left to right) :
“R1”
“R2”
“T1”
“V”
“So which one?” The ginger asked the brunette.
“None of them” the Latter replied with a charming smile
Dazai walked to the area between rooms “R1” and “R2”, revealing an elevator. He stepped in and pressed a button, Chuuya began to follow as the elevator began to close.
“See you soon Chuuya~” Dazai waved and smiled until the elevator doors nearly closed and the floor under Chuuya opened into a black void.
Chuuya landed with his ability to find Dazai waiting for him. They were back in Yokohama, in the forest where they fought Lovecraft.
Before he could say a word he was blindfolded, handcuffed and being dragged by Dazai.
“Let me go!” Chuuya yelled and thrashed in Dazai’s arms.
“Calm down Chibi, your small body can’t handle it. Just be patient.” Dazai had thrown Chuuya over his shoulder and began walking. After a while of complaining and breaking multiple handcuffs, Chuuya stopped knowing Dazai would just drop him every time he spoke or broke the handcuffs.
Dazai gently put Chuuya down and took off his handcuffs and blindfold.
“We’re here, Chuuya.” The brunette said in a soft voice.
“A graveyard?” Chuuya looked at his husband curiously. The latter just looked ahead.
What was In front of them was two graves, decorated beautifully with red Camellias and vines. Wine was placed next to one and Whiskey next to another.
A pair of rings in the middle of them on top of a mountain of letters with familiar styles and handwritings.
They just so happened to match the ones the ginger and the brunette had.
The graves read:
Dazai Osamu
19xx-20xx
Brilliant detective, co-worker, mentor, friend, brother and husband.
May he rest in peace.
&
Nakahara Chuuya
19xx-20xx
The strongest executive, the kindest boss, co-worker and the most loving friend, mentor, brother and husband.
May he rest in peace .
Everything finally clicked.
“...” Blue eyes stared Into brown, finding nothing but sincerity and truth.
“I guess.. We stayed true to our vows then right, Osamu?”
Chuuya smiled at his Husband, taking his hand.
“ hmm, You’re right.” Dazai laughed and took his husband’s hand.
“So hell huh?” The ginger asked, breaking the silence.
“Mmhm.” The brunette confirmed
“Not surprised.”
Double black began to walk back to the forest, where their entrance to hell was.
“You think they’ll be ok? We can leave Yokohama to them?” Chuuya wondered.
“Yeah, it was a little earlier than I had planned but they still have Fukuzawa and Mori. They won’t need them though,’ Shin soukoku’ will be fine” Dazai replied .
“Perfect. Now, After you, My love~.” Chuuya opened the entrance and led his husband through the door
“ewwww sappy Chuuya is back~”
“Shut up. This is why I’m not nice to you"
“how dare you be mean to me Chuuya I’m your husband!?”
They continued to bicker all the way back to their room in hell.
Back on the surface, as the new double black was visiting, they noticed something strange on the graves.
“Hey Akutagawa, was that written on the graves before?” Atsushi questioned, sceptical.
“It wasn’t. But it suits them.” Akutagawa coughed with his reply.
“You’re right.” Atsushi got up to leave.
“When am I not?” Akutagawa put on his sunglasses and passed Atsushi.
“you’re going to be the death of me.”
“Good.”
They argued as they walked away, Kyouka and Gin got to them before it got physical.
The graves on the other hand- A small engraving in gold appeared at the bottom.
Dazai Osamu
19xx-20xx
Brilliant detective, co-worker, mentor, friend, brother and husband.
May he rest in peace.
“Not Even in death-”
&
Nakahara Chuuya
19xx-20xx
The strongest executive, the kindest boss, co-worker and the most loving friend, mentor, brother and husband.
May he rest in peace.
“- Shall we part.”