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In a world like this one, it was all too common for people to die in accidents, for missions to go wrong, and for blood to spill. Of course, precautions were put into place to keep lives from being lost but it was also impossible to plan for every scenario. It was impossible to calculate everything down to the T. Of course Osamu Dazai had gotten close to achieving that over the years, he had been known as one of the top strategists in the world if not the best. Able to bring down entire organizations overnight with his well-planned strategies. Dazai was a genius after all, he was supposed to be unmatched and unstoppable. Those traits, however, didn’t seem to be enough in the end to save him or his partner from their current fate.
“I’m sorry…” Dazai whispered. “I’m sorry Chuuya.” He was in pain, he didn’t like pain. Yet there was nothing Dazai could do to stop the pain that racked his body. He could barely move, too injured to even crawl due to the cuts that covered his body. A stab wound through his arm was caused by the falling debris of the building that had collapsed over him and his partner. His dear fiery partner Chuuya with his fire-like hair and beautiful brown/blue heterochromia eyes. His dear partner who was covered in a multitude of wounds barely able to move from where he lay about a foot from Dazai, Chuuya’s eyes meeting his own as they seemed to slowly be losing life right alongside him.
“This time… it wasn’t your fault Osamu,” Chuuya whispered. He reached out with a shaking and bloodied hand taking Dazai Osamu’s hand. “We did everything we could.” Everything they could? Look how much it amounted to in the end, they were supposed to be unstoppable, the untouchable Double Black that no one would dare touch if they valued their life. Yet in the end, they were dying under the rubble of a building with no hope of survival. Dazai could only blame himself for this, seeing as it was his plan that landed them in this situation.
“I never wanted this for you Chuuya. You deserve to live, to find love just like every other human being not die in the rubble of a mission gone wrong.” Dazai choked out, and he meant it. For all his insults and snark remarks he had thrown at Chuuya over the years, he truly thought that Chuuya deserved better. Chuuya had always deserved better than what had been offered to him, the silly Chibi would have been someone so much more if life had shown him more favor. That didn’t stop the fact that Chuuya was now dying, dying alongside Dazai. A person who could never see the beauty of the world could never care or feel. No Dazai was less than a person, he was a thing that should have died long before it had ever gotten to this point.
“It’s not the double suicide you imagined no?” Chuuya mumbled. “Not a beautiful woman in sight huh, mackerel?” Those words drew Dazai out of his thoughts and he almost began laughing. Ah yes, a double suicide, something that Dazai had been trying to achieve for some time now. Flattering every woman he knew to try and convince them to join him on his trip to the afterlife. He had never had any luck, of course, every woman he had asked had turned him down. Dazai wondered if this perhaps could even count as suicide considering the situation. Sure, it was Dazai's stupid plan that landed him here but Dazai hadn't planned it to end in death. Nonetheless, Dazai supposed that if he were to die he could be in much worse company and circumstances.
“I suppose you’ll just have to do slug, such a same I’ll have to die looking at your ugly face.” Dazai snarked back. Trying to draw up some of his usual self in his last moments. It was not the suicide he imagined but perhaps he could make the best of it on his way out.
Chuuya let out a soft laugh. “Shut up you waste of bandages, we’ve only got a minute or two left of life and this is how you want to spend it?”
“Not to your taste? Well too bad hat rack, I’ll annoy you even until I no longer can.” Dazai whispered, struggling to get the words out. Everything was starting to fade out now, Dazai felt so tired he couldn’t move his body anymore. He wanted to close his eyes, yet didn’t want to at the same time. He wanted to keep looking at Chuuya to the very end.
Chuuya just looked fondly through the tiredness. “Just… close your eyes already mackerel. This isn’t goodbye, we’ll see each other soon.” A promise, Dazai supposed that even in death Chuuya was loyal. What a silly dog his chibi was, saying he'd be following Dazai down to hell. Dazai wondered what he had ever done to deserve someone like Chuuya for his partner, could someone even earn such devotion? Another reason that Chuuya shouldn't be here yet Dazai felt all the more grateful for.
Dazai struggled to take another breath a smile on his face. “Then… I’ll see you on the other side slug. Don’t… take too long.” With that Dazai closed his eyes and stopped fighting it all, he was already so tired and he just wanted the pain to stop. He was ready to face what was on the other side with Chuuya hand in hand. Knowing that nothing could stop Chuuya from committing to his word and following Dazai. He wondered what the other side would look like, where he would end up. Would Odasaku be waiting? Perhaps Dazai would even be able to hang out with Odasaku again if he was lucky enough. Would Chuuya's many friends be waiting on the other side as well? Well, Dazai wasn’t going to have to wait long to find out.
Thus the peace of death overtook him and Dazai suffered not another thought.
That should have been the end right then and there, the two souls that made up Soukoku should have been swept away to whatever afterlife there was without question or strife. Yet some voice, some entity had looked upon those two souls and simply thought “This wasn’t enough” and guided the two souls down a different path. A path to a world so different from their own, so different that it would baffle them for years to come.
Thus, these two souls slipped into a world of black and white, a world where Heroes and villains ruled.