Soukoku| You promised.

3: I'm sorry..

Writers note: oh my lord I have just remembered I made this fanfic so I apologies for how poorly it is written and how long you've had to wait just for this chapter, I hope you're all doing well<3

Dazai's pov
I began to walk away from Chuuya. Did I really just say that? Shit. I didn't have a choice I couldn't let him know the reason I actually faked it. It was for his own safety. I can't bare to see him in any pain, not again.

No ones pov
Dazai made his way back to the agency, short of breath he barged through the doors. Everyone turned their heads, looking at him with a confused expression mixed with a bit of worry.
Kunikida made his way up to him and said,
"Dazai, where have you been? Everyone's been worried about you. You've messed up my schedule once again. You better have a good explanation."
"Oh you know, I've just been out and about trying to find the perfect women to commit suicide with" Osamu replied
"Cut the crap Dazai, what's the actual reason you didn't return when we agreed" Kunikida demanded
"Fine, fine. I ran into Chuuya, you know, the midget. He kinda got mad at me and it was pretty hard to get out his grip I'm not going to lie." Dazai snickered
"I thought you 'cut Chuuya out of your life' you know what, I don't even care I have to go before you cause me anymore inconvenience." Doppo said angrily.

Chuuya's pov
That bastard. He... He faked it. He faked all of it. But I saw him. I saw him lay there on the floor, he was in my arms, bleeding out. But he's.. he's still alive. He's had me worrying about him for three years.
I regain strength in my legs and stager to my feet, walking slowly out the alley, wiping my new red face from the tears that fell from my eyes. Many people stared at me but soon just walked on and continued their day.
What am I meant to do now that he's alive? Am I meant to go see him? Or should I leave him be? I think I'll pay him a visit just to fuck up his day, the bastard deserves after what he's done. I make my way to the agency and ask for Dazai. He opens the door and his eyes widen, I smile and laugh.
"Long time now see, Osamu."

Dazai's pov
"Chuuya? What... what are you doing here?" I say, confused as to why this red head has appeared at the agency
"Dazai, we need to talk. I need to know why you faked it. Was it something I did? Was it the port mafia? I swear I'll kill those bastards." His voice got louder the more he spoke, I told him to keep his voice down before I get in even more trouble.
"We'll talk about this another time, I'm in the middle of a shift, not that I was doing anything, I promise I'll explain everything, how about after work? I'll stop by your house, if you still live there obviously." I tried to negotiate with him to make him leave, but he wasn't having it
"Fuck off with your petty little promises you never keep them so how do you expect me to trust you? And if you're work is oh so important just get back to what you were doing and I'll just come and watch"  crap I don't know how else to get him to leave, I can't let him in the agency cause I told them I cut him out my life. I had no other choice.
"Right, Chuuya if you are getting that upset about me not keeping these stupid little promises you can wait around the agency and wait for me to finish. I can't believe you've still got a grudge against me, I thought you were more mature then this. How pathetic."  I'm sorry Chu, it's the only way I can't get you to leave.
"Yeah whatever you waste of life. And I'm sure if I faked my death and started a new life and you found out about it I'm sure your reaction would be a lot worse then mine." He turned and walked off before I could even give him a response. What have I got myself into.