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A cool wind blew gently across the port, sending a chill through the ginger sitting on the edge. Blanketed by night, he looked out over the water, watching the moon shimmer off the waves blown to shore. This was a relaxing break from the usual workload of the Port Mafia. Chuuya was always glad to get the nights off so he could look over the water and see how the stars glittered on the surface, reflecting the vast expanse of sky above him. He couldn’t help but wonder if his friends were up there, looking down on him as he searched for them between the clouds.
A bubbling in the water drew his attention back to the port and he pushed himself to his feet, looking closer until he saw a few more bubbles coming from the same spot. A sense of dread filled him, cutting into his heart and leaving him terrified as he thought of only one person. Without a second thought, he threw himself into the water, letting the icy waves drag him under. He couldn't see very well with how dark it was, but through the depths he spotted a dark figure sinking slowly. He swam over, grabbing the man and slowly swimming back to the surface. A gentle red glow surrounded the two of them as their density decreased, easing the swim. Finally, their heads broke the surface and Chuuya gasped for air, coughing a few times and dragging the man in his arms to the port. Once he’d gotten them both out of the water, he finally focused on the man's face, gently illuminated by the moon still shining strong above them.
He could feel his heart nearly stop in his chest, fear chilling him more than the cold depths that had sucked him down moments before. He quickly began cpr on the familiar figure, his hands pressing against a tan coat. He tried to focus on counting each chest compression, silently pleading for Dazai to wake in his arms. His face was so pale, water droplets shimmering on his still lashes. Chuuya didn’t know how long he’d been doing cpr before water flooded from his mouth. Even so, Dazai didn’t move after that. There wasn’t even a twitch to suggest the man was alive.
Chuuya was frozen for several long moments before he reached towards his old partner and felt for a pulse. All that met his fingers was cold, still skin. His head spun, tears gathering in his eyes and slipping down his cheeks as a scream met his ears. The way his throat burned, he knew he was the one screaming. It was a scream filled with pain, anger, loss, all the emotions filtering through the mafioso.
A knocking sound broke through his screams, but it didn’t stop them. Not until he heard someone call his name. Finally, he blinked himself awake, sitting bolt upright in a cold sweat. Tears marked his cheeks as he shook, trying to figure out what had happened. The call came through the door again. “Chuuya, are you alright? I heard you screaming.” He recognized it as his boss, Mori Ogai.
He took a moment to compose himself before he called back to him. “I’m fine. It was just a bad dream.” He replied, not too sure if it was right. He stood from his bed, grabbing his coat and heading to the door. “I’m going for a walk to clear my head. You can go back to sleep. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” He got a nod in return and the two parted ways again. The stars shimmered above him and he made his way down to the port, shivering as a gentle breeze blew against him.
He sat on the edge of the port, looking over at the water and admiring the way the moon and stars glinted on its surface. Just as he was beginning to relax again, he spotted something in the water. It was gone before he could really tell what it was and he focused on that spot to try and see it again. When he did, a cold, rigid fear flowed through him. Bubbles were making their way to the surface several meters out.