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𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖋𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖘

░▒▓█  A Bar Hidden In The Back Streets of Yokohama 

"I don't think I should blow all my money on alcohol." That was the last thing I remember saying before I got black-out drunk with Dazai, he certainly knows how to drink. I think I agreed twice to committing suicide with him; it's all a hazy blur really. 

 When I woke up I had a raging headache and the bar was still surrounding me, I can't believe I was still at the bar, a confused Dazai who seemed to have just woken up beside me decided to be the biggest fuck wit, in other words, use the fact that I have a head ache to piss me off. 

"Morning, sunshine, just woke up?" Dazai's annoying voice welcomed, his usual sing-song voice little less apparent. 

"Shut the fuck up." I droned, not wanting to hear his voice in the morning, I brought a hand to my head and sighed. "Sorry Dazai, I have such a shit headache." My eyes lifted from where my eyes were gazing.  

"Clearly!" He exclaimed. "Mr. Bartender two hangover drinks, preferably something with raw egg or bleach if you're feeling spicy." He asked the bartender, who nodded and smiled, choosing not to douse our drinks in bleach, guess he didn't feel like being spicy today. Then again, I suppose no worker ever actually gave him bleach. 

"I'm never wasting my money on you ever again." I groaned, realising that even being near this man was a terrible idea. Ladies and Gentlemen, never go out with a suicidal maniac, he'll try and die via alcohol poisoning. I wouldn't be surprised if my liver hated me. 

The bartender clinked two glasses of raw egg onto the bar's surface, my headache had a spasm and then refused to do that thing it's meant to do, ya know, work. Unfortunately for me I'm a fun and easy going drunk. When I mean unfortunate I mean extremely unlucky, in the more unpleasant of sorts, well not for everyone else but for me. 

"You know it takes 21 shots of Vodka to die, guess I'm taking 22!" Dazai smiled, pointing a finger up in the air and straightening his back to imply excitement, he emphasised '22' by singing it in the tune of Taylor Swift's song '22,' yes, he really did this. "Since you offered to buy me drinks, would you?"

"Fuck off... I'm not buying you anything more than what I did last night." I defended the money I had previously won. My mother is relatively ill, I had taken this stupid job because my mother was good friends with Fukuzawa and we need the money. Fortunately, I guessed what Dazai's past occupation was, that can pay off some of the medical bills. "I'm fucking off and going home, see ya tomorrow Dazai." I said while getting up, putting the coat I previously had on and waving a hand as Dazai says goodbye. 

I know, I know, this sounds like I'm asking for your sympathy and a lot to spring on you right now. I just figured, there's no time like the present. I've decided I would tell you about this now, considering I'm on the way to my Mother now. Yes, I should've waited to tell you but I decided to now. 

Don't hold that against me, okay?

 I slipped into a cab and told the driver the address of the hospital. One 1685 yen taxi drive later and I arrived at the health clinic, the nurses greeted me as I walked straight in to my mother, my own flesh and blood. You see, my mother is my only family that I'm aware of. I have a father somewhere out there. 

I walked into the room my mother was stationed in, sitting next to her and waiting for her to wake up and interrupt my wandering thoughts. So, while we're waiting, allow me to continue to tell you about how my family is almost as dysfunctional as the Turks and Greeks when put in the same room together.