Time |BSD FF|

The Girl in the Blue Crystal

The group of four ran as fast as they could, their breaths shortening by the minute as they attempted to run away from their predator. Their legs slowly becoming numb as they slowly picked up their speed, the adrenaline flowing through their veins being the only reason they haven't grown tired.

They could hear the distant laughter of their predator echo through the narrow hall made of bricks with the occasional torches being the only source of light available. "Well isn't this just exciting! Way to go Chuuya!" The dark brown haired man exclaimed with a close eyed smile on his face as he stared at his former orange haired partner. His dark brown hair mildly curly and short while his bangs framed his face and his dark brown narrow eyes held the smallest bit of disgust. He wore a long sand-colored trench coat, the belt of which he leaves untied. Under it is a black vest over a striped dress shirt that is light blue in hue. He wears a bolo tie, which is held by a brown ribbon and a turquoise pendant. He also dons beige pants, dark brown shoes, and has bandages wrapped around his entire body; only his face, hands, and feet are left uncovered.

"Dazai! Don't go blaming me you suicidal maniac!" The man with striking orange hair shouted as he gritted his teeth and glared at the male. He was quite short with a petite, yet muscular build. He has grey eyes and striking orange hair that frames his face, with a longer section that falls just past his left shoulder. He wears a black hat with a red hatband and a thin silver chain that hangs over the brim. His outfit consists of a white button-up shirt under a dark red vest, a black choker, a black ribbon bolo tie held together with a small silver buckle, an open black cropped jacket with the sleeves rolled up at the elbows, black slacks, a black belt hanging off his right hip and black low-arch shoes. He is almost always seen wearing black gloves. He also sports a long black coat with light-colored lining and lapels that he wears around his shoulders like a cape. The undercoat is a light shade of red.

"Why don't we just fight back???" The man with black hair with white tips questioned, frustration and annoyance evident in his voice. He has a a slim build and very pale skin. He has short, choppy black hair with side bangs that reaches his chin and turns white at the tips. His eyes are sharp, somewhat baggy, and a dark empty grey. He wore a long, black coat reaching past his knees over black fitting pants and black dress shoes. Underneath his coat, he dons a white dress shirt, decorated with a layered ruffled fabric. He also wears a white.

"For once... I agree... with Akutagawa... If we keep running.... we'll soon run out of.... stamina..." The light grey haired boy said between pants, visibly tired. He has light gray hair, pale skin, and is of average height with a slim build. He has segmental heterochromia, consisting of purple with yellow along the bottom curve of his pupil. His hair is short and swept forward in loose spikes with a lock left long on the right side of his face. Additionally, he has a prominent black streak in his hair. His outfit consist of a white button-up with the sleeves pushed to his elbows, a loose black tie, black pants, black, fingerless gloves, and a suspenders/belt combo with a long stretch of the belt dangling loosely from the buckle.

'He's right... They're both right... Damnit Dazai! I'm never taking your advice again.' The one with striking orange hair, Nakahara Chuuya, thought in annoyance.

"Well to answer your questions, both the president and my former boss would become really mad if we were to fight in here. Something about it being really sacred." The dark brown haired male, Dazai Osamu, replied as they made a left turn. The laughter of their predator still behind them.

"Tch." The man with black hair that turns to white, Akutagawa Ryunosuke, clicked his tongue in annoyance. He looked behind him to see the uneven haired boy, Nakajima Atsushi, lagging behind. "Keep up weretiger." He stated in his usual cold voice. Atsushi looked ahead. "Is that the exit?" He questioned. Chuuya and Dazai seemed skeptical of the light ahead.