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The rain had stopped and so had the irritating noise of rain penetrating the wind. His warm attoned hair sat on his shoulder; well, half of it anyway. His delicate eyes stared up at the number of fireworks cascading through the sky. He scoffed.
"Is this what you wanted, dumbass?"
He sighed, lighting his cigarette begrudgingly. The familiar warm feeling of bandaged arms wrapping his shoulders returned; he knew very well that the man would be laughing at him if he saw his ambivalent face.
He took off his hat and placed it besides him, sitting on the cold rock behind him.
"Bet you'd be glad to know that Akutagawa forgave you a long time ago. Not that it matters."
His feet kicked against the dirt and he looked over at the bouquets of flowers surrounding the rock.
"Could've told me, you know. We used to tell eachother everything. Yet here we are."
Chuuya had asked around on that day, hoping someone had noticed something he had not. This wasn't the Dazai-typical joke the Agency was used to, neither the Mafia. The Mafioso sighed at his inability to see his own partners terror. He knew that he had attempted to send himself into quiescence in the past, but to actually succeed? Chuuya had thought about it in the past, but always brushed it off. He'd never admit the reasoning, and it definitely was not because he didn't want to see a future without his mummified partner in it.
The warm feeling of the brunette's presence slowly drifted away, leaving the redhead's shoulders cold.
Once again, Chuuya Nakahara was all alone.