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He didn’t expect it.
Dazai sat to the wall, bleeding out while the vampiric chuuya stood there. He unexpectedly expected how he lost to demon Fyodor. He expected it, Well— A lucky guess.
He had expected of this. Being bleeding out, Meeting chuuya face to face as he stood there blankly.
Their Fate Has Yet To End.
It was a shame how soukoku died on the day when the Agency got framed.
It was supposed to be a normal day in Yokohama, Them fighting the organizations back and fourth and eventually making up a truce.
It was fun and all, But even they knew that fun couldn’t last like a family.
Here Is Soukoku, Separated. Started from age fifteen. Then ending at twenty-two, Seven whole years, And had mostly never broke the bond even if separated. Shame.
The two were good as a Duo, But then again, Chuuya can't always get what he wants.
He wanted to meet the Younger— Again. But he didn't expect it for it to be like this as a small piece of consciousness remained in his Controlled Body.
They both felt... Isolated, An empty feeling. They stayed there without a word. Before the brunette spoke up.
”You've changed. Slug.” Ofcourse the redhead wouldn’t hear it when just a small, tiny fraction of his consciousness remained, if there was enough that remained, he could've snapped out of it. Only if luck was on the side.
The redhead subconsciously grips the guns trigger and presses it slightly to the brunettes forehead.
”My dear slug wouldn’t dare to kill me would he?” He said with a faint smirk as the redheads consciousness begs for it to win. He wants his freedom. He doesn't want to be controlled under a terrorist.
”Chuuya come back to yo-” Bang. A shot in his arm just when he spoke up again. He covered the bleeding arm with his hand.
If chuuya had an balanced conscious, he would've been shocked right on the spot. But he couldn't, The redhead felt... Too tired to even get up on the black space.
The two both felt extremely empty. Like a part was missing of them. The remaining question remained in the shorter’s mind, Why is he even here in the first place?
That was his question. He wasn't even controlling his own body, Almost as if there was two souls in one body. He wanted his freedom back. He wanted it dearly. He misses Kouyou. He misses everyone he holds dear.
Then it clicked. He knew this would be major and cause Kouyou to fall apart. But he had No choice. He wanted it. Too much. Hes falling apart, he can’t do it anymore. He can’t. He just. Can’t.
He knows this would be the end of him. A part of him told him to not and the other part was to do it. After all, He would see the flags now wouldn't he?
He pressed the gun on dazai’s forehead. As The light bulb switched in dazai’s head. It seems like he gets it now. He inhaled then exhaled, His eyes seeming to droop, It had to end someday with his attempts. Right? Dazai closed his eyes.
Then chuuya spoke.
”... Happy Birthday Osamu.” The redhead said. He felt a little confused as he felt the gun lift off slowly but kept his eyes closed. Then. A Bang. A thud. Dazai opens his eyes before it went wide. Chuuya. It cant be.
He's slumped on the floor bleeding. He doesn't want to believe it as he hurriedly crawls over to him and cradles the shorter man in his arms sobbing uncontrollably. He lost someone he cherished once again. He wished for it to not happen again, But he was unlucky as it had happen again.
Dazai’s nightmares.
It was the day when Dazai had that. Type of nightmare Dazai had— A nightmare where it had featured chuuya dying. This just happend almost everyday. He had grown mentally unstable. Each. Day he had the type of nightmare. Each featuring him laying on the ground with blood, not saving him in time during corruption and all.
But a certain day came. Specifically this. Day, It just had to happen during the war between the hunting dogs, DoA and the ADA. It just had to fucking happen when he almost nullified the ability.
He still sobs unconherently against the limp body he held in his arms, burying his face into the corpse's body. ”You- ca-cant leave me here...” Said Dazai between sobs.
He couldn't face the truth. Not when it was someone whom he was for the past 7 years.
He can't see him anymore. He could never.