Idk what I'm doing but I wanna share some quick writing I did of dead chuuya skk to show ppl my writing although rn I have writers block
It was a cold, Saturday night. Dazai was walking through the outskirts of the city. Or at least, what remained of the city. The sky was dark, with only the small, dotted stars shining bright as the heavy rain fell down wildly down, soaking dazai and everything around it. The ground was wet, and the dirt was mushy. His footsteps echo with a little small mushy squeak that comes from his sturdy feet stepping down into the soaked dirt. He slowly walks off the ruins of the sidewalk to the park, he can feel the rain dripping down from his hair down his neck, then slowly soaking into the fabric of his clothes, his face was getting soaked, but he didn't care. Nobody was around, everyone was either hidden away in their houses or ran away. He slowly looks up at the ruins around him..
Now, you may ask yourself, 'Dazai? Why are you in the middle of a park as it thunderstorms and all of Yokohama got destroyed? Are you insane!? ' That's exactly what Kunikida said, everyone did. Why was he in a random park?? Chuuya used corruption without him around. You see, there was a threat of another country bombing all of Yokohama. And chuuya, he decided to use corruption. He knew it was stupid without dazai. And he should've at least waited for dazai to show up, since dazai was quite literally on the other side of the city. And not to mention there was no way he can get there quick anyway, as everyone was running away from Yokohama and everything, all the buses, taxis, everything was down and broken, only trains were working, but God forbid they stayed on their regular tracks, all the trains were heading out of Yokohama. Where he needed to go. But is that an explanation? No, that's the story.
The real reason he's sitting down in the park currently, is being Nakahara Chuuya, the most dangerous ability user, mafia executive, was dead. There he was actually. Dazai slowly steps up to pale body in the grass, in the middle of the park laid chuuya, hat knocked somewhere, jacket gone, body scarred from corruption. He looked so exhausted, even in death. Blood was dripping down his lips, body was already decaying, the heavy rain was hitting against his body, rolling down his face. Dazai weakly kneeled down by him, his hand softly reaching out to hold one of chuuya's hands in a tight clasp, right against his chest. His lips quiver, holding back tears as his eyes shut tight close. The rain pouring down his face makes it easy to hide.. Maybe, this time, he can't actually hide his tears. He gasps out weakly, with a little breathless sigh the tears start pouring down as his head falls down.
Tears and rain pouring down together, mixing in a mess of salty water. He gulps back his tears, saying sadly. "Chuuya.. You promised you wouldn't leave. I guess.. " he gulps and cried out a shaky breathe "I guess, I didn't expect you'd die so young, you know? I hope you enjoy your afterlife. Wherever it may be. " he gently held his face, clearing chuuya's messy, ginger hair from his wet face, gently leaning in and putting their foreheads together, before softly kissing his forehead as well. "Have a good afterlife, chuuya Nakahara." he softly reached back to chuuya's neck, and unclipped the chocker he once gave him while they were younger, he held it close. "You'll always be my friend. " he smiled, wiping away his tears and sighing. "I'll make sure they bury you next to Oda. Then, I'll be able to visit you both every day. I love you chuuya. "
He got up, weakly holding the chocker and looking at it, putting it to his chest, "you were a wonderful person. " he silently brought it to his neck and clipped it on, softly smiling. "You may take the body away now. " he silently spoke to the lower ranked mafia (idk what they're called). He sighs, then turns around to walk off. He looks up, gazing up at the clouds smiling. One of the stars flickers brighter then the others as suddenly a mafia (something idk) chased after dazai, softly saying 'Excuse me sir, what do we do with these? ' she shows him chuuya's hat, gloves and jacket, he softly took them "I'll keep them, thank you very much. " he gently looks down at them, folding up the jacket, putting the gloves on the folded jacket, before putting the hat on. "I guess now I'm the guy with the tacky hats and gloves. how the tables turned huh? " he looks up and spoke to the clouds. He gently walks away from the park. Despite knowing chuuya's dead, he can't help but be relived he can finally rest.
(I wasn't sure what to do but it's too short to be an ao3 or wattpad fic so I'm sharing it here but idk if it's too long for tumblr I'm too nervous for htuis also sorry if it sucks omg it's old I'm crying)
