Chapter Text
A farewell
Dazai was walking back to the port after Odasakus death. It was around midnight, the air cold, and pouring down. Ironic after a tragedy in Dazai's eyes. He decided to listen to Odasaku and atleast leave the mafia. But, there's one last thing he needed to do before he leaves.
Dazai walked into the Mafia's building, and went straight towards his office. He grabbed very little. A pen, the complete guide to suicide, and the sword Odasaku gave him two years back.
He went to the mafias garage area. And blew up Chuuyas car, just as Chuuya would've done to him. Its quite funny actually, Dazai dragged Chuuya into the port and now hes leaving just a few years after.
Dazai had left the building before the car exploded. And he ran into Fyodor. Somebody who always offered him a place, in the DOA(Also referred to as the Decay of Angels.)
"OW! Watch whe- Fyodor." Dazai howled grimly. Dazai didn't have the biggest liking to Fyodor but was fond enough not to kill him the moment he looks away.
"Hello there, Dazai." Fyodor responded.
"Hello. I guess. What do you want."
"Now Dazai, there's no-"
"No reason to get aggressive? As if I actually care. Now answer my question." Dazai commanded, with a scowl of a face.
"Hm. I heard you're leaving the Mafia? There's no other organizations." Fyodor responded, "And id like you to join the DOA." Fyodor added on.
"Hah. Me? You're funny. But since im feeling 'SOO' generous, ill give it a singular try." Dazai grumbled.
And so, Dazai joined the DOA. His outfit changed to a much more fitting in style for his organization. He wore a turtle neck, with no shoulders with a purple scarf laying against his neck and chest. His sword, given to him from Oda sat on his belt. He also had Grey shorts, and mis matches socks. One dark grey ripped sock, and one dark grey and purple stocking that went to his thigh.