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Japan, Gifu.
11:38 A.M
a boy with curly hair walks a long the road, the countryside breeze hitting his skin, as his hair moved softly. His brown eyes looks up at someone, a women, she had straight long black hair and soft hazel eyes, her kimono just as elegant as her.
She walked slowly, as the boy was holding her hand.
He appeared to be at least 5 years old, and he looked safe to be holding his mothers hand. It was surely an adorable sight ro be seen.
He wore a school uniform, and his backpack was being held by his mother.
"Mom?.." The boy softly mumbles. His mother looks at him
"Yes, sweetheart?"
"You're shaking. Are you okay..?"
The woman smiles softly before answering..
"Im fine, Dazai. It's just a bit cold out."
Her answer was soft, and gentle. The boy - Dazai - frowned. He held his mothers hand tighter.
"Well i can give you my jacket if you want!" He exclaimed, brown eyes meeting his mother's hazel ones. She chuckled softly
"There's no need- I'll be fine. Trust me"
The boy frowned more. Clearly not believing her. He sighed seeing there was no point in arguing with his mother. They continued walking until they reached a small house, it wasnt big, it was average. There wasnt a car in the garage, and the some trees surrounded the building, the patio was out of a light colored wood that matched perfectly with the house's outside color.
The woman opened the door and Dazai walked in, the hallway was easily lat up with the sunlight coming from the doorway, and - taking off his shoes and putting it outside with the other small and big shoes- he felt a soft rug beneath his feet. Walking further in the living room and the kitchen were separated with a wall and a counter. It was a nice home, and it definitely felt warm and comforting for Dazai.
A girl was seated on the sofa, the TV being on showing some cartoon with a weird man in a costume with its hood up and pink rabbit ears peaking up, and a purple? (Dazai couldn't really tell..) color to its fur wearing a mask showing what it felt. Dazai always saw thag show as strange but oddly entertaining. Anyway- the women seated on the couch had her hair up in a bun, she looked to be in between 15 - 16 years old... Dazai sat besise her, looking at the show passing by The girl looked at him, before quickly turning rhe TV off, Dazai huffed annoyed
"Why did you turn it off?"
"Because that show isnt for little kids like you."
"Ane-san is so mean..." He mumbled under his breath, the girl didn't bother.
"So.. how was school?"
"Boring as ever, so nothing new" Dazai glanced at her just to see her staring.
"What?"
"You look uglier than usual today.."
".... rude." Dazai got off the couch, only to hear the girl snicker behind his back. He looked back at her
"Also- that bun doesn't look good on you." He'd say and the girl would look back at him.
"It doesn-"
"it makes you look like a frog."
The girl gasped dramatically, insulted.
"How rude!"
Dazai smiled satisfied, before walking away from her there was a hallway that led further in the house, going in it led to the bedrooms, two of them being a childrens bedroom, and the other being the parents bedroom.
Dazai walked in his bedroom, it wasn't "fancy" , it was comfortable enough for Dazai to feel satisfied with it.
He closed the door, and changed into something more comfortable than the stupid school uniform. His curly dark, brown hair was soon to become messy as he put on something more comfortable, he would normally wear a kimono... buuuuut.... he wasn't in the mood to go through everything to make his kimono look somewhat decent.
He just put on some comfortable clothes since it was cold out, so he prefers to wear something warm. His hair was messy now, and looking around his room, which was only a shelf with some toys his father got him, and a box beside it filled with more, and his closet which was near his bed. Under it was some books.
Funnily enough.. even with Dazai had all these toys he never really was interested in any of them. He was more interested in books, but he had tonkeep them secret since his mother thought that it wouldnt be a good look on them if Dazai read books and do any kind of "normal" kid activities.
Anywho.. Dazai could hear the sound of an engine pulling ip to the driveway. It was his father.
Getting out of his room, he walked towards the living room, his sister still watching that weird cartoon (did someone just explode..?) And their mother inside of the kitchen grabbing some water.. she had some pills in hand.
It wasnt long until his father walked inside of the house. His eyes firstly landed on Dazai, since he was the youngest..
"Ah, Dazai! How was school"
"It was boring.."
The man hummed, before qalking closer to the boy, rufflibg his hair, Dazai blinked only in mild surprise, his father aways did this.
"And how's my little girl?"
"Im good dad"
His sister smiled gently, she changed channels so father wouldnt see what she was watching. A small kiss to the forehead was given to her.
He walked into the kitchen giving his wife a kiss on the lips.
...
Yuck-
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11:02 P.M
The children were sleeping.
Dazai's mother - Dazai Hagachi, or just Hagachi - was sat on couch in the living room. She had a cigarette, smoke filled the room. The father - Dazai gunshimo - coughed at the smell of smoke, looking af his wife with an apologetic look(?), he sat beside her.
"... you need to stop smoking....." He says softly looking at her as she drew her cigarette.
"I can stop whenever."
"...
Then stop now."
She paused, before taking another breath from it, looking away.
".. next week sounds better.."
A sigh escaped Gunshimo's lips.
"Honey.... you're ill. Smoking more is just going to make you worse.. how would the children react if they knew their mother died?-"
"What about the children." She interrupted him abruptly, looking at him with a narrowed gaze. Before continuing
"Dont bring them into this. I'll be fine. I know what im doing, Gunshimo."
He stayed quiet. Clearly not believing her, what a headache..
".. you clearly don't know what you're doing."
"I do." She coughed into her arm, her voice raspy from smoking. "You're just insisting that im not fine, even though I am."
"That's because you aren't fine! I can't lose you..."
"..."
"So, please.... let me take care of you.."
Hagachi just stared, lowering her cigarette before looking away
"I can't promise i will stop....
But i can try."
"Thank you.."
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...
..
.
Is he dreaming?
Dazai woke up, hearing the sound of something wet and thick hitting the ground.
His head turning towards his bedroom door. It's still night, and it's very dark.
He slowly sat up right on his bed. It's cold.
He slowly got up from his bed, the floorboards creeking under his feet as he walked towards the door.
Opening it, he could see the dim light of the living room is on. He could hear the sound of his mother throwing up and his father trying to consule her.
... he wished he could help.