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Asphalt, smoke, metal, and worst of all was the fact that, well, that was his goodbye.
No text or unfunny jokes. Just a car now left to shreds and the inconvenient, uncomfortable quiet.
It was truly amazing that after years of having each other's backs and trusting each other that his partner could just plant a bomb in his car and leave without a word.
It's your fault.
Oh. Arahabaki.
You are a pathetic monster if you ever even thought for just once that you could be loved by him. By anyone.
Yes. He was a useless, pathetic, unlovable monster. He didn't even believe that because of the God raging inside of him. He simply knew that he was and is that because wasn't it obvious? The sheep stabbed him because he wasn't enough. The flags were family to him and they made the mistake of getting too close to the tainted and soiled inhuman that was Chuuya.
And Dazai.
His partner of three years, his reason to believe he was human, his reason for leaving the sheep and joining the Port Mafia. Had left.
Chuuya wasn't mad that he left the Mafia. God no, he was mad that he had left Chuuya.
That night. With the smell of burnt metal stuck in his head along with the horrific sight of fire, he curled into himself while laying in his massive Alaskan king sized bed. And if he didn't get an ounce of sleep that night it was neither the world’s nor his own business.
Did he ever get the chance to confess? No. But that question was to sit behind his ribs. Behind where the organs lay. To eat him from the inside out till he gave in and let the God inside him ravage on his rotting carcasses.
Finished!!!