Chuuya, hat and black coat, but with a simple gray shirt instead of his usual vest, is crouching in the alley of a closing shop, surrounded by three stray kittens.
That soft hearted chibi, he thinks, and it comes out sweetened with more nostalgia than he'd like.
Even in his own mind, where he should have full control, he can't escape the grip of his old partner.
He can't run away.
Chuuya is inevitable.
The black cat curls its tail around Chuuya's leg, and he lets out a small laugh, one Dazai doesn't hear but has still memorized, a rumble in his chest that he has never deleted. Chuuya pats the kitten on its head, and it follows his hand.
What a needy little thing.
When Chuuya tilts his chin to turn towards the other cats, the hair catches the last rays of the dying sun, slipping behind the horizon, but still hanging on Chuuya some more, as if light itself finds it hard to leave him.
That's right.
After all, Dazai muses, black holes are known to swallow light as well.
little excerpt from my soukoku fic i will eventually finish writing.