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//as chuuya//
"I swear to God, if you say one more fucking thing about my height, I am throwing you out the goddamn window. Wh-what are you doing?" I stared at him, confused. This guy has never made any sense to me, and I still haven't come to terms with the fact that he probably never will. I don't know how they put up with him. How I put up with him. He should be dead, if not by his own hand then by one of ours. I'm convinced he is invincible.
"Seeing if the drop's worth it." Dazai replied with a shrug, and I have never hated this man as much as I do now, and my hate for him is high at the best of times. I despise his very existence at this stage, yet he is the only person who manages to keep me sane. It's like he takes my sanity and then returns it whenever he sees fit and it is wild that he has gotten away with this. He's like a god, and we all follow his orders like the dogs we are.
The traitor doesn't deserve to fucking live, and I will kill him and everything he has ever learned to care about. Maybe then there will be some goddamn peace and quiet around here. "I will kill you, you suicidal maniac."
"Double-suicide?" He suggested his eyes twinkling with glee, and I glared at him. He will die alone and in pain, and I will make sure of that, if it's the last thing I do.
"Double-suicide my ass." I don't know why I try to talk to him, he's never going to change. It's just Dazai. Some may find that refreshing, but it makes me wanna kill him more, if anything. He just manages to get on every single one of my nerves, and it seems to be a skill at this stage.
"Ah, come on, it'll be fun Chuuuya~" He sang, going to hug me, and I pushed him away. It is too early in the morning to be dealing with his bullshit.
"Over my dead body." I met his gaze, and my body naturally stiffened. Will he go on the attack, or continue with a verbal assault? I can never read him, and I hate it.
"Even better!" His stare turned cold, and his voice deepened. All I felt was fear. He was starting to get serious. I don't think I can beat him. I was always below him - it's something he had never let me forget, and I hated it. "I can make sure you're dead."
"Well, aren't you a ray of sunshine?" I tried to stand my ground, but my legs had turned to jelly and I felt like I was going to collapse. I don't know what he was capable of anymore, and it terrified me more than anything.
He gave me a sickly sweet smile, and it was always worse than his regular. Both were hideous, but good grief, did this one make my soul hurt and not in a heart-sappy way before you go off writing fanfictions about it, you bunch of feral children. "I always try to be."
"Now, now, leave your love affair for another time, you two." Mori entered the room with a small sigh, that brat of a child trailing behind him, full of complaints. I hate everyone in this goddamn world, and they all deserve to rot in hell. "I'm guessing you two want to know why I brought you here."
"Well, yeah, obviously. Get to the point already. It's not like you haven't already kept us waiting or anything." I mumbled out, still annoyed that I had been called out for no reason and then had to meet up with this suicidal maniac, of all people. He's ruined my day enough.
"I have a proposal." There was something in his eyes as he glanced between the two of us, and I felt something stir in me. This felt important, for some reason. "As the two most influential figures amongst the ranks of your respective organisation, I want you to protect and provide guidance for those younger and less capable than you. Don't let them experience what you two had to. Given our line of work, that's going to be hard, but don't let what's left of their spirits crumble into dust. They've gone through enough, and I know you're both capable. We're counting on you."
"Fine. Whatever." I had planned to do that anyway. I will protect them from the horrors I had to witness. I was just a kid. A little fucking kid. I deserved so much more. Not that I can do anything now. The future is forward or whatever.
"If you say so~!" I glanced at Mori, silently asking for permission to throw him out of the fucking window just to watch him splatter and die. Let's make it into a little science experiment. What will happen first? Will Akutagawa save him; will the weretiger save him or will he fall to his doom? Whose to know? But I can't wait to find out. Mori shook his head and I let out a huff of annoyance. Well, that just ain't fair. I deserve some form of compensation.
"Oh, and Chuuya. Before I forget." He gave me a small smile, and I didn't know whether to be excited or freaked out or what. "Thank you for already stepping up. What you have done for them has greatly improved their abilities and their outlook. You have my gratitude."
"Sure. Just doing my job." He's blowing this out of proportion. I just drop in on people from time to time; nothing major. We're all they have. It's the least I can do.
"Oh, you're so sweet~ Like a kitten!" You know, I'm almost glad he left. It means I don't have to deal with this overwhelming need to punch him in the face and then into the concrete, because I know that was a jab at my height as well as my personality.
"I will deck you, and be unapologetic about it. Now piss off." He didn't belong here, so I don't know why he even bothered to show his face. Even if Mori had summoned him, he had no reason to come over other
"Okay, Chuuuya~! Stay safe." He waved at us as he walked off, a small smile still on that smug, perfectly punchable face of his. I hope I never have to see his damn face again, unless I'm being given the chance to kill him. Piece of shit.
"Yeah, whatever, you maniac."