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Chuuya Nakahara, the 22-year-old Port Mafia Executive was the person almost everyone feared, by just his name everyone could tell he’s the gravity manipulator ability user but now he was nothing but a soul fighting his demons.
It has been a while since he was said to be a vampire now, he had been bitten but his urge to survive was more and therefore he was fighting it, many times including when he met Dazai again, the ginger almost broke character but through thick and thin he was determined to figure out about the enemies plan and stop the act and find a way to get rid of the vampire side that was feeding on his soul and taking over him.
It was all going well and according to the plan when he felt betrayed by his once called partner...again. Feeling the room fill up with the water the Jester (Nikolai) had explained about earlier...feeling more devastated than ever. Chuuya grinned his teeth together as he heard those words "This is farewell Chuuya"
He went through hell for this just to get betrayed again. He was done feeling like a dog, like Dazais dog so he closed his eyes, taking a last breath before letting himself sink under the water as the darkness in the back of his mind took over slowly and painfully, causing him to twitch his arms and legs, it felt like when he would use corruption, or at least the transformation he went through, he would lose consciousness or get stuck in the mind of the one controlling his body...
The next thing Chuuya knew was darkness around him, not a calm darkness either but a horrid one that caused the ginger to be horrified for once in his awful life...until it was too late to regain consciousness and hold of his body, there he was, floating in the nightmares and darkness and the nothingness, feeling nothing but fear and pain.
A time that seemed like a moment has passed since then, little did Chuuya know that it’s been more than a minute. The short ginger saw a light, at first it was like sparkles but it soon filled the room, replacing the darkness and nightmares with a bright white and what felt like peace, that seemed familiar. He saw a hand floating through the air, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅.
At first Chuuya hesitated to grab it, he didn’t need the bandaged man saving him anymore but his mind changed quickly when he saw the fresh red blood covering the back of his hand, without hesitation he brought his hand up and grabbed it and the next thing he knew he regained consciousness thanks to the other man’s ability, grasping for air as he tried blinking a few times to understand what’s around him.
He was holding a gun...aimed towards Dazai, the gun felt hot as it was shot not long ago, Chuuya looked around in confusion when he realized it was 𝒉𝒊𝒎.
𝙃𝙚 , 𝘾𝙝𝙪𝙪𝙮𝙖 𝙉𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙪𝙣 𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙚𝙧 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙣𝙚𝙧.
The man quickly threw the gun as he was met with Dazais warm faded smile, his eyes closed and dropped to his side. The bullet wounds were fresh. Chuuya dropped down besides Dazai and he removed his own jacket. He slapped The Mackerel with one hand and tried to stop the bleeding with the other. "It’s not fucking funny, shitty Dazai" he said, hatred filled in his voice following with regret of giving in to the darkness.
The ginger grabbed Dazai's collar aggressively and started shaking the lifeless body "WAKE UP YOU ASSHOLE." He yelled, at the top of his lungs, letting go off him harshly, to punch him across the face, followed by another one, and another one. The punches were too powerful, and they drained Chuuya. He had already felt weak from everything that had already happened. Chuuya pushed his head into Dazais chest, he needed to check for a heartbeat. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒆.
"You finally got what you wanted you suicidal maniac." he whispered , hatred still filled in his voice , as if he spoke up, the whole world was going to know , Osamu Dazai is now dead and his former partner was the one that killed him...as he sat there like that, he closed his eyes letting his brain process everything that has happened "I’m sor-" he was gonna say when he got interrupted by someone clapping as it walked towards them, it didn’t take Chuuya long until he realized the figure walking toward them belonged to Fyodor.
Chuuya got up immediately, fire, hatred, burning, filling his eyes as he looked at the other man.
"This is extremely honoring, meeting the famous gravity manipulator, in his own skin and mindset" Fyodor commented as he kept walking towards Soukoku "I have to give it to you, the show you just pulled off was amusing and extremely entertaining! I wasn’t expecting for you to-" he continued “Shut up" the ginger interrupted the man as he narrowed his eyes causing Fyodor’s eyes to widen but then turn into a smile "I wasn’t expecting for you to actually kill your partner...or should I now say, former or Ex partner?" He added, finishing what he was gonna say regardless of being told to shut up.
The man was really pushing Chuuyas buttons, the ginger couldn't think clearly, he just knew that he needed to end the other even though he felt too weak to do so, it was for Dazai, it was to take his revenge.
Chuuya sat on one leg, looking up at the other man that was standing further away, letting the space around him turn to a bright red, orange color as he shot himself towards Fyodor like a cannon ball, causing an attack with his ability.
The fight between them was violent but it was mostly Chuuya who was getting beaten up, it was also quiet until the last punch was targeted at Chuuya's chest causing the ginger to fly back and hit the wall besides where Dazai's lifeless body was.
He looked at the body and the hanged on the side head as if he was talking by just looking at the lifeless body. "I guess I'll see you soon" he said, bringing back his focus on the fight.
"But if you do, wouldn't that mean that I would win? Mr. fancy hat" Fyodor commented when he was met with Chuuya's smirk as if he already had everything planned. The ginger took his hat off and laid it on Dazai's chest, giving the lifeless body a last smile. "𝐎 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞," he said as he got up and looked away from Dazai and now at Fyodor's confused expressions "𝐃𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧." he finished the sentence as he felt Arahabaki take over, looking at the world surrounded him knowing he will indeed never wake up again, he looked over at Dazai again, wanting it to be him...the last thing he sees as the darkness took over completely...
Chuuya was back into his head, and the darkness it came with but this time he wasn’t alone...was this death he was experiencing? He was standing there, staring at another version of himself like it was a mirror...looking closely he realized it is him, but when he was fifteen....no, younger, it was when he was recently woken up from getting away from the facility of being experimented on, the earliest his mind would go back to remembering himself. A little ginger haired boy staring at him with his brown and blue eyes and a hospital gown.
Chuuya knelt down to match the child’s height, giving him a soft look and studying him. It wasn’t imagination or hallucinations; it was really him.
Tears filled Chuuya's eyes as he pulled younger Chuuya into a hug, one hand holding the boys head and the other his shoulder, "I tried protecting him, protecting you, protecting everything and everyone and everything you ever cared for and loved." Chuuya whispered to younger him as he closed his eyes while still hugging him "I’m sorry kid, I’m really fucking sorry. This isn’t the world or life you were supposed to live in- I'm-" he continued, speaking too fast when he felt younger him, hugging him back, rubbing his back to comfort him "It's okay, Chuuya." he said, pulling away from the hug to look at his older self, with a smile and innocent, soft eyes, placing both hands on the olders shoulder "You did all you could-" younger boy said when he again was interrupted "But it wasn't enough!" Chuuya yelled "It wasn’t anywhere close to enough" he brought his tone down and repeated himself.
"You did all you could, and I thank you for that" younger Chuuya said, with a comforting smile, causing older Chuuya to tear up more, his tears covering his full face. They stayed like that for a moment as older Chuuya was thinking about everything in his life, his moments with Dazai, The Sheep, The Flags, The Port Mafia, and with Verlaine when he felt his younger self’s soft hands pulling him softly, alerting him and getting him to get up.
"It's time." younger Chuuya said as older Chuuya got up. Feeling his own heartbeat stop "Who's heartbeat is that then. Mine? That’s absurd. I’m not even human. Something as sophisticated as a heart wouldn't suit me." He recalled telling himself that long ago but now, his mind totally changing, he couldn't look at the kid beside him and tell him he’s not human so he accepted it, accepted that he can be human. He was feeling happy and at peace, walking towards the light, holding hands with his younger self, after all he was going to be reunited with Dazai soon...
Time passed and it was now Chuuyas funeral, surprisingly many people showed up, almost everyone in The Port Mafia followed by Dazai. Even Verlaine and Shirase came. A fight could’ve started between people but everyone agreed to not fight for a day...for the Nakahara who sacrificed himself for everyone there.
When everyone left, Dazai stayed back to say a few words "It should’ve been me you know, you got to my dream faster than me," he said as he sat down "I had it all planned, and it did go according to it, the only miscalculation was you sacrificing yourself to save me...you used corruption knowing you won’t make it back, I could only imagine how scared you might have been.... but you succeeded, you ended him, you took my revenge, I don’t know how I got out of there either, the next thing I knew I was in The Armed Detective Agency and Yosano had healed me..." Dazai said, choking on his own words as he looked up at Chuuya (first time lol), with tears and a sad smile " I honestly thought we'd have more time, you and I … I almost wish we never met but also you will always be my favorite almost, Slug... I guess our story ends here." he said, closing his eyes.
It had been weeks since Chuuya's death and funeral. Almost every day the grave was visited by Verlaine in the mornings but he wasn’t alone. Everyday Verlaine visited, Dazai was already there. It was almost like he was at Chuuya's grave day and night.
Verlaine payed his visit and left and it was now Dazai, laying besides the grave, looking at the blue sky and talking to Chuuya, reminding him that it should've been him, telling Chuuya about his day as if he could hear him and his meeting always ending with the same sentence "I miss what we never were."