Chuuya feels as his whole body is tearing apart. His insides are bleeding profusely, escaping through every hole in his body. His ears, his mouth, his eyes. He wants to scream, but his internal voice is muffled entirely, the only sound escaping his mouth is insane laugh. His laugh.
He didn't want to use corruption. He would never do this, especially without Dazai by his side, but it was the only way to save the mafia from their new enemy. The ability user was to strong. He was to weak. He needed to summon Arahabaki.
He feels as his possesed body is slowly dying. The enemy has been gone for a long time already. Now he's just destroing his surrounding, smashing little black holes on a nearby buildings.
He's already dead. It's fine. I knew I would die like this.
***
"Chuuya!" Dazai yells as he enters the destroyed area, looking around for Chuuya.
Atsushi has bursted into the office just 10 minutes ago, saying that the sounds of explosions was coming from the nearby district. Hearing it Dazai jumped off his chair grabbing his coat. Before he managed to leave the room his phone started buzzing. He picked it while running down the stairs.
As he supposed it was Hirotsu, telling him that Chuuya used corruption and asking him for help. Dazai said that he would take care of it, hang up and ran to the center of the fight.
Now he is standing there, gasping and looking around for his ex-partner. He spots him floating over the ground, laughing madly and throwing around black gravity balls. He is completely bathed in blood, the fresh one coming from his ears and eyes.
"Chuuya!" he screams and runs to him. He reaches his arm toward him and grabs his ankle. He feels his muscles tense. His marks dissapears and he loses his ballance.
He grabs him breaking his fall and kneels over him.
"Chuuya!" His body becomes numb in his armes. His eyes closed, his body still. "Chuuya wake up! come on"
He checks his breath and pulse, "Shit" he mutters. "I hate you so much"
He lifts him in his arms and run back to Agency.
He bursts there and run to Yosano's office, ignoring concerned gaze of his coworkers. He enters the opened room and kicks the door shut behind him.
She turn over to him concerned, then her look travel down to Chuuya laying in his arms.
"I need your help" He lays him on the bed, his hands shaking and heavy breath as a result of the sprint from the batterfield.
Yosano doesn't say anything. She aproaches to them pressing her fingers to his neck. There is no pulse, and low temperature tells her that this state has lasted for more than several minutes. To long to safe him.
"It's too late." She says only. The words doesn't matter right now. She looks at him with sympathy and leaves the room. The door closes softly behind her and he is left alone with him.
He looks at Chuuya with disbelieve. He just stares at him in complite silence, the sounds issueing from the old clock are the only distraction. Finally he manage to break that state and aproach to him, looking down on his limp body.
"So you're dead. I really outlived you."
He says, but his words seems fake. He don't believe it. How is it even possible? He is feeling as he was detached from reality, barely the observator of the happenings.
"Why I don't feel a satisfaction?"
The tears appears on dazai's face, dropping on Chuuya's clothes, soaked up the moment it meets the surface.
He place his hand on red locks, taming them. The other hand lays on his hand.
How?
"You stupid Chibi. How could you assume I'll always come after you?"
How?
"I hate you. Why do I miss you?"
He lays his head down on his shoulder, hiding the sob escaping his throat.
I haven't posted anything for such a long time, but I just wanna let you all know I'm back and I'll try to keep this blog alive.
Also I'm working on a longer fanfic (I'll link it when I publish it), so I'm really planning to be active in this fandom.
Unfortunatelly I don't have an unlimited time right now, it's my last year in high school so I'm learning for my final exams (getting into medical univesity won't happen itself). However I'll try my best!
Even with no activity in here a received a lot of new followers so I thank you very much, it means a lot to me <3
Sometimes. I just sit and think about how much of a menace teen soukoku was. Like damn. They're already trouble at 22. Imagine them as teens. With guns.
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