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Nothing was wrong with the abandoned barn that the group had taken over for shelter. As far as anyone was concerned, it was flawless.
Only Dazai seemed to find any flaws.
“So, what exactly are ya?” He asked the thin air. If anyone were to see him, they’d be concerned he’d taken to talking to himself.
However, a voice only heard by him did respond “A human, I hope.” The voice spoke so dryly, as if no other answer made sense.
“Clearly not anymore, smartass.” The brunette’s eyebrows knitted together. “So give me an actual answer or I promise you, you’ll never know what humanity is again-”
“Oh believe me, first person I see in ages is you, I lost hope in finding humans.”
“Listen here you little shit!”
“Kill yourself!”
“You first!”
“Do I look alive enough to do that!?”
“Eat shit!”
Ten minutes into knowing each other, and they already managed to start a full-fledged war against each other.
“So, go ahead and let’s get this over with, the fuck were you trying to tell me?” Dazai sighed deeply, staring at the shorter boy - who appeared unusually pale - with a raised eyebrow, his visible eye appearing more bored than anything.
The boy only glared in response, “I already explained, like three times!”
“I wasn’t paying attention~” The bandaged boy mused.
“I’m really starting to regret choosing you! A pack of stray dogs would’ve been more help!”
“You’re pretty much a stray dog yourself, bud, so just go on with your sob story.”
“Why you-!” He sighed deeply, crossing his arms “I’m Chuuya Nakahara, from the Sheep. We got into a fight with an enemy organization-”
“-that had an ability user who cursed you and your little clan, turning you into some ghost-like things, and granting you and only you the ability to be seen and heard by only who you believe has highest authority in the next group you meet, and whoever it is has to help you cancel out the curse?”
“I thought you weren’t paying attention, asshat!”
“I’m a pathological liar, Chuuya, what did you expect?”
Dazai tapped his index finger against his chin, pretending to be deep in thought. “Well, I can help you-”
“You’ll save them?”
“Not for free, idiot.” A sinister grin tugged at his lips.
“Tell me! I’ll do anything - I won’t let them stay this way!”
“Very well then!” Dazai clapped his hands together. “Tell me, Chuuya..”
The boy stared, awaiting a continuation.
“Have you ever heard of the Port Mafia..?”