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Soft beeping reverberated around the room as a tall redheaded man sat next to a hospital bed, hunched over the same book he’s read for the past four years repeatedly.
A young woman dressed in a lab coat and neatly put together outfit sat at a desk nearby, a pen gently gliding across a patient sheet making a light scratching sound. After a moment, a quiet flip as she moved onto the backside of the page, a tapping of a key as she looked at her computer, then looked down and continued writing more.
The atmosphere was peaceful regardless of the fact that they were waiting in a doctor's office for a patient to awaken.
After a few minutes of quiet a soft knocking was heard on the infirmary's door. The man closed his book and looked up without putting a place-holder in -he’d read it enough times to know where he was.
“Come in,” the woman rolled her chair to the side to see who walked in.
A tall and well put together blonde man, entered the room. He was well dressed and had a passively stern look stuck on his face, his shoes tapped against the floor quietly as he walked further into the room.
“Good afternoon Yosano-Sensei, how’s his condition?” he addressed the doctor.
“Practically the same Kunikida-kun, he still hasn’t woken up,” Yosano adjusted her glasses placing them atop her head and sighed.
"Truly a shame," Kunikida turned spotting the redhead still seated at the bedside, "ah, good afternoon to you as well Sakunosuke-san," he slightly bowed his head to the man.
"Good afternoon Kunikida-kun, and again, just Oda is fine," Oda placed his book to the side and continued, "Yosano-sensei said it may take quite some time for him to awaken, due to the trauma to his head."
Kunikida was Oda’s partner and had luckily been with Oda when they found the young man sprawled out in an alleyway the previous day. Yosano-sensei had determined that there was no kind of inebriation, but that the man seemed to have sustained some head trauma. She had concluded that he must've fallen from a balcony of some sort, or -she had reluctantly suggested this- had jumped from the building's rooftop.
Oda assumed the latter theory to be true.
“Ah I- see,” Kunikida stood at the end of the young man’s bed and frowned.
The man was a brunette with a pale complexion. He had a few freckles and mole decorating his face, long black eyelashes, and had an oddly thin frame. The man was covered in bandages all along his arms, neck, and legs. He had worn a long black trenchcoat with a suit underneath, all neatly finished off with a wine red scarf adorning his shoulders, however they'd taken his coat and scarf and placed them on his bedside for him.
Oda imagined that the boy was once filled with energy and life, but as he laid on the cot now, he looked as though he was being presented at a funeral.
Oda sighed then stood looking down at the boy, quietly observing.
He looked at peace.
Oda quickly averted his gaze to check his watch. 3:30 pm… “I should get going, Ango is likely waiting,” he tucked his book under his arm then looked back at the man laying in the cot, “I hope he wakes soon,”
“Me too,” Yosano smiled, “say hi to Sakura-Chan for me will you?”
“Of course,” Oda nodded then turned to his partner, “get some rest Kunikida-Kun.”
“Thank you, Sakunosuke-san,”
“Again, Oda is fine,” he patted the young man on the shoulder, “I’ll see you all tomorrow.”
Oda quietly made his way out of the infirmary and into an empty office. He grabbed his coat and computer then continued out. After walking three flights down he made it to the street where he found his small blue car and drove home.
He stopped on the way back for dinner groceries, then to pick up Sakura from school.
Sakura sat down and buckled in as the car began to move, she happily rambled on about her day as Oda smiled and listened.
Once parked the two of them got out of the car grabbing their things and making their way up stone steps to a large rounded door. A window just adjacent to the front was cracked open, and from there the soft sounds of American blues could be heard. Oda huffed fondly as he found the right key and unlocked the door.
Their house was nothing special, it was a humble small and cramped, yet they had made it theirs in every way. As Oda finished taking off his shoes he looked up and saw Ango, his husband. The other man was seated on the couch reading his emails, his sharp face and dark hair illuminated by the computer light.
“Papa!” Sakura jumped onto the couch crushing Ango in a hug, his computer falling to the side.
“Hi honey,” he smiled, his glasses skewed on his face, “how was school?”
“Good! I played jump rope with Yu and Shinji,” she grinned happily.
“That's lovely dear,” he brushed her hair with his fingers catching on a few knots.
Oda headed over to the kitchen and pulled out his ingredients. Ango had insisted that they shouldn’t only have curry and therefore made Oda periodically take long breaks from making it, tonight however… was curry night.
He’d re-spice his own later since Ango and Sakura couldn’t handle anything too hot.
Oda gently washed and cleaned all his vegetables, then began cutting them up into medium cube shapes.
With the onions, carrots, and potatoes nicely chopped he moved onto the beef.
He cooked it gently seasoning with salt and pepper, then a little soy sauce. As he waited for the beef to finish Ango came up behind him.
“Curry night?” Ango’s slender hands slipped around Oda’s waist clasping together in the front, “Excited?”
“Quite,” Oda placed a hand on Ango’s two keeping his other occupied with the beef.
“I sent Sakura for a bath,” Ango sighed, “she really manages to get her clothes dirty somehow.”
“Well, means she’s having fun,” Oda reached over for the vegetables and let them gently fry in the pan.
“Yeah, just means extra laundry,” Ango took his hands back, moving to the rice cooker and beginning that part of the process.
“Maybe we should just get her another uniform?” Oda suggested as he added in some water letting it simmer.
“We should’ve done that a long time ago I guess,” Ango huffed as he cleaned the rice.
Oda hummed as he added the curry blocks and some extra seasoning.
Sakura ran out from the hall, her feet tapping against the floor, she wore her nightgown decorated with cats, and held her small puppy plushie.
Ango placed the rice in the cooker finally then went over to braid Sakura’s hair on the couch.
After a little the cooker beeped just as Oda turned off the stove. Ango got plates and served them all. The three of them then quietly sat at their table eating and listening as Sakura described her day.
Halfway through dinner Oda’s phone began to buzz. Ango raised his brow across the table.
“Sorry, its Yosano-Sensei,” Oda stood from the table and answered the call, “Hello?”
“I hope I’m not interrupting you Oda-san, but the patient has woken up,” Yosano spoke calmly, clearly a little worried, “If at all possible would you be able to come back?”
“Sure I can, I’ll just finish dinner and head over, will Kunikida-kun be joining?”
“Yes, so will the president,” Yosano rolled in her chair, “let me know when you have an ETA, I’ll see you soon.”
Before he could speak again she hung up. Oda sighed quietly then went back to dinner.
Once done eating he explained the situation to Ango, then reminded him to read a bedtime story to Sakura, and to do her laundry again tonight.
He hopped back into his car and drove off towards the agency.
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The last thing he remembers is a searing pain, then a thought.
Maybe it could’ve worked out… I’m sorry that it didn’t.
The wind had felt nice at first. When he’d jumped he’d expected the fall to be quick, but it had felt as if it’d taken a year before he’d finally hit the ground. Once he did, he had… regrets.
He’d never even said goodbye to Chuuya… he probably should've done that…
Maybe he should’ve talked to Mori once more, said sorry that none of his efforts had ever worked.
He could’ve maybe even bargained with Odasaku, that he’d stay until he could read his novel, then he’d jump and leave him undisturbed…
But alas, these are all thoughts had much too late.
He supposes that Chuuya will visit him- angry no doubt-, that even Atushi might stop by to stand there in silence. Maybe Mori would too, with his arms behind his back and a solemn expression on his face.
Maybe..
Once the pain hit it felt as though, Osamu Dazai, had never really accomplished anything in his life…
He was.. fine with that.
He felt his heart stop beating, it was almost like suffocating.
And then suddenly, he took a breath, and his eyes opened. As if he’d never closed them in the first place…
He was in a relatively comfortable cot looking up at a plain white ceiling.
Quietly he reached a hand up and covered his right eye. His facial bandages had come off.
“Oh?” a woman’s voice came from the right side of the cot, “You’re awake?”
He looked over. There stood Yosano Akiko with a clipboard staring back at him. She was the Armed Detective Agency’s doctor from what he’d seen from the main Dazai’s memories. She had a shoulder length purple bob adorned with a golden butterfly. She was dressed in a doctors coat, a white dress shirt with ruffles, a black tie, and a medium-length black skirt.
“How are you feeling?” she placed down her clipboard and grabbed a few items from the tray sitting there.
A small flashlight was pointed at Dazai’s face.
“I’m going to turn this on and check your eyes okay?”
He didn’t even acknowledge her until the light went on effectively blinding him for a second.
“I know it’s bright sorry,” she gently removed his hand from his right eye and shone the light at it, “hmm, okay..”
She clicked the item off then walked to her desk quickly phoning a few people. Dazai quietly sat up adjusting the pillows behind him.
Yosano hung up then dialed one last number.
“I hope I’m not interrupting you Oda-san, but the patient has woken up-”
Dazai completely stopped functioning. Oda?
Where the hell was he?