his Diablo | sequel

Chapter One

fight
/fʌɪt/: struggle to overcome, eliminate, or prevent.

Atsushi Pov

To summarize the past events.

We had been temporarily for a month or so, teamed up with the Port Mafia to sort out our Sweet Situation. It had started off from Elise-chan and Ranpo, the sweet lovers from each opposing organization.

It started getting bothersome so we worked with the Port Mafia. We found out that the one stealing our sweets was actually both from our own organizations. We punished them, and then afterwards still worked together. Everyone had grown fond and couples had formed.

And one got married. Chuya and Dazai-san had gotten married, still had some fights but still were happily together. The two seemed inseparable, so strongly bound together. They fought side by side and still had some rivalry.

That all changed the day we found the note.

Well Dazai-san found it first.

Chuya was gone.

He wrote a note explaining he had been suffering depression for quite some time and didn't want to hurt Dazai-san and push Dazai-san into killing himself with him.

Everyone found it suspicious.

Dazai-san found it, and didn't think twice before hurling his own body off the roof of the agency. I hated the thought of it. It hadn't even been a few months that the newly weds had been married.

We found the note suspicious, since it wasn't like Chuya at all to be depressed. Then again, most people aren't what they seem.

I felt tears come up to my eyes as I recalled the happy smile on his wedding day, I couldn't help the sadness inside. Everyone was affected by him being gone.

"I don't know what came over me, sorry." Dazai-san apologized with his usual grin, he was acting as if it didn't bother him. His outburst was the only thing that expressed his true feelings. It confused everyone that he believed the note. He was Dazai Osamu, not someone who would act before thinking. He had many things planned, he was good at thinking quickly. He was intelligent.

"Is the handwriting a match?" Kunikida-san asked Naomi, she nodded, giving a grim look. She had a feeling that Chuya actually did commit suicide.

"Ranpo, put your glasses on and figure this out. Please." I turned to Ranpo. The man with the best deduction skills in the nation just looked at me before leaning back and thinking about it. He pondered it, taking his time.

I felt my nails digging into my palms, knuckles turning white as frustration brimmed the top. I couldn't accept the fact Chuya was gone.

Chuya was sweet, he was a wonderful person. He was a loyal person, who got extremely aggressive but I found that is who he is. He loves his wine and he loves Dazai-san.

He never seemed depressed.

My hands relaxed as I glimpsed at Dazai-san again. I wondered how he felt. I wondered if he felt torn inside. The look he had had when he nearly hit the ground.

It was a sad smile. A sad smile. Dazai-san never really looked depressed, he was a cheery person who got up to his own mischief and tried to kill himself. Now, remembering the sad smile, it hid the pain of his past.

I recalled the night I was in bed with Akutagawa, comfortably resting my head on his chest as we aimed to fall asleep. Unfortunately the thought of Chuya gone haunted everyone. Not even Rampo-san spoke about the 'Fancy hat boy'.

I had listened to Akutagawa's heartbeat. It became a soothing feeling and sound, as if to remind me how grateful I should be as to have him still by my side. I had been honestly unnerved the few first days of hearing it, but I couldn't have been more happy to hear it.

I smiled a small smile at the memory, but it was washed away when I thought about Dazai-san and Chuya. What if he felt that way about his husband?

"Atsushi-kun?" I looked at Dazai-san, he had a small smile playing on his lips.

"Yes Dazai-san?" He took the note and faced me. He looked at me, and he looked at me with dull eyes.

"Chuuya wrote this, I'm familiar with his way of writing. And there's a chance he really did kill himself." I couldn't describe the look that flashed in his eyes. It seemed like grief but- a dark, cold  and empty type of grief.

"Dazai-san, don't say such things!" I scolded. My voice broke for a moment and I realized Chuya being gone affected me as well. I felt the pain, but I couldn't help but wonder how Dazai-san felt.

"Atsushi, it's worse to be in denial. That goes to all of you. If you look at it from a beneficial perspective, Chuya was one of their strongest cards. So we're going to be fine-" I slammed my fist on the table.

Everyone was silent, watching us. I thought maybe they could aid me. I turned to them and it clicked. Everyone's grim expressions admitted that Dazai-san was right.

" I still think he's alive. He's quite strong, with gravity." Kenji piped up supportively, he gave a cheery smile, going against the majority.

"We can look for him. I'll look with Demon snow." Kyouka said, nodding towards me. I closed my eyes, at least some people weren't succumbing to despair.

"I'm going to take a break." Dazai-san said and walked out with his hands in his pockets. Gloomy air sat heavy with him, which all the more motivated me to find out if Chuya was gone.

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Yal, that made me sad. I seriously don't wanna spoil, but I don't want any of you sad.
So Imma just say, don't let despair get to you, there's always light where you least expect it.
At least let this sequel tie a pretty bow and make you smile.

Love,
Straw.