Soukoku~(oneshots)

[New Ends] Part Three

     "Shit!"

     The group of masked attackers emerged out of the shadows and all lunged at the two with a forceful leap.  Chuuya strained to use what was left of his energy to use his ability.  The men flew slightly in the air and stayed stationary for a moment, before plopping back onto the ground.  He was too weak to keep them up any longer.

     Dazai shoved Chuuya off of him as gently as he could and sprang forward at the man in front of him before he was killed.  Dazai swung his long leg into the side of the man's stomach.  He coughed and dropped the syringe, landing on it with a crack of the glass container.

     Dazai took his gun out of his belt and shot the man in the head, only to turn around and shoot another man in the chest.  Bright crimson blood filled Dazai's vision as the substance flew onto his face.  The smell was comforting to Dazai for some reason.

     The man was about to topple onto Dazai before he moved quickly so he landed on the hard ground.  Chuuya struggled to get his gun out of his coat pocket before another masked attacker came up way too close to him.  Gunshots rang out, and the now deadweight man fell atop Chuuya.

     Chuuya's lungs had the air forced out of them as he tried to catch his breath once more.  He shoved the man off of him, before scooting over to where Dazai was standing.  Soon enough, all of the men had been shot either by the fury of Dazai's bullets or the angst of Chuuya's.

     Bodys lied on the ground, swimming in their own puddles of blood.  A couple of the men twitched, but it wouldn't be long until they bled out.  The only person left standing was the man in front of them: the one with the poisonous ability.

     "Tell me..."
Dazai walked over the corpses, leaving Chuuya staying on the ground.

     "Why attack a Port Mafia executive? What was your motive..."
The last sentence was spoken as if it was a statement and not a question.

     Dazai pointed his gun straight at the man's head, inches away from his face.  The gun's metal sparkled in the moonlight.  Other than the droplets of blood on it, which gave off a dull red shine.

     Chuuya started drifting in and out of consciousness as he listened to the calming voice of Dazai.  His upper body plopped onto the grass, a good enough pillow for him for now.

     "I-I was ordered to!"

Dazai's voice grew stern as he looked the man dead in his eyes.
"By who?"

      "I-I can't s-say!! I'll get k-killed!  I have to have the p-protection o-of the-"
A gunshot rang out in the stillness of the night.

     Dazai just put his gun down and walked away, leaving the man to fall to the ground.  Blood dripped throughout his skull as his brain was punctured and destroyed with the metal billet.  Blood spurred from his mouth and eyes as he gurgled on his own blood.

     Dazai's eyes looked cold as if he showed no mercy.  His brown eyes could cut through people's souls just like daggers.

     Chuuya choked awake as he sat up quickly.  The poison had dissipated.  His head still hurt, but he somehow felt better. But more importantly, what was that sound?!

     His eyes scanned the area to find a tall lanky man in front of him with his gun being put back onto his belt.  He turned as his tan overcoat flew with the air whirring within it.  Blood covered his face and hands: but it was not his own.

     He walked over to Chuuya, slowly at first.  Once he reached his feet, he stuck his hand down to him.  Chuuya reached up and grabbed his hand, the slick substance of blood covered his own now.  He rose to the ground and wiped his hands on his shoulder, getting some of the liquid on his dull orange hair.

     "How about we get out of here?"

     Chuuya nodded in response as they walked out of the forest, leaving the piles of dead bodies just laying there, basking in the rays of the dim moonlight.

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     When they made it to Chuuya's bright red motorcycle, he looked at Dazai with spite in his eyes.

     "What the hell happened to it?!  Dazai, the whole ass side is scraped and bent!"

     "I saved your life- that's what happened!  Hey, it's not too late to end it I suppose!"

     Chuuya jumped onto the motorcycle and started moving as quick as he could, barley letting Dazai grasp onto it as he sped away.

      "Chuuya, why don't we commit double suicide together!"
     Chuuya thought for a moment as wind pressured his ears.

     He yelled back to Dazai.
"I thought that was reserved for a 'beautiful woman'?"

     Dazai yelled back almost instantly.
"But I just want to see you die so badly!"

     Chuuya sped up the motorcycle, way over the speed limit.  Dazai grabbed into Chuuya's waist out of instinct, and Chuuya mocked him with a chuckle.

      Dazai, embarrassed, lied back and put all of the weight on the end of the bike, pulling Chuuya down for a minute.

      The Mafia executive lost grasp of the handles before gripping them harder once more.

      "Dazai- you're asking for it!"

     The rest of the bike ride was a horrid excuse for safely driving.  Soon they made it back to the strip mall where this whole adventure had stared in the first place.

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"So, I guess this is a goodbye?"
Dazai looked down into Chuuya's blue eyes.

Dazai glanced over at the business car that he had driven there, hiding in the shadows of the strip mall.

"Will they be happy with you? I mean, you kinda just left all the dead body's there and didn't really, you know, question the ability user..."
Chuuya trailed off.

Dazai shrugged.
"Got the job done didn't I?"

He started walking to his car but was stopped when a hand was placed atop his shoulder. When he turned around, he saw Chuuya looking at him.

"Thank you for saving my ass back there."
Dazai smiled and wiped the blood off of his cheek.

"I'd do anything for you, Chuuya."

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The End
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