✨Soukuko One-Shots✨

💧His Hug💧

(Heyo guys! A quick reminder, please read the announcement which is after this story before u read this one if you want to read this in order, thx!!)

Location: Armed Detective Agency (idk wht u call it lol)
Time: 18:03

(prepare for some angst lol hewehwehwehwhewe)

"Can you do it, Dazai?" Fukuzawa asked, although it was quite difficult to say. "I-I.. what? Why? Is that really a question? I know that he's killed one of our members, but I can't afford him to die.. seriously?" Dazai cried, his clear, blue tears rolling down his soft face. "We have to avenge him, there's no excuse. I'm sorry, but we had to tell you this. You're the most closest person to Chuuya," spoke President.

It was the next day, Dazai had gone out to the funeral. Everybody's faces were blunt. Was it really important for avenging somebody who's died? It wouldn't do anything, they would still be dead, were the words that were lingering in Dazai's head.

"Dazai, it's time now," Atsushi mumbled quietly. "I know."

"I know."

"I know..."

"I KNOW!"

Were the words that the Brunette said before leaving, making trail of small teardrops, that uncontrollably fell down his eyes.

He at least wanted to say goodbye to the one he loved the most, Chuuya, before he had to murder him. He felt so guilty, that he even thought of killing himself after Chuuya, so he could meet him in the Afterlife. Why avenge somebody who has died? Even though he had killed somebody, it wouldn't change. They're dead, so what?

Dazai had then arrived at the Port Mafia, holding back his tears. As he walked up to the entrance, he saw Mori, (M*ri) who looked so happy to see Dazai again. The Brunette just pushed through him, opening the door, not saying anything, and then glared. He looked at every inch of the room, which was mostly filled of darkness.

"What brings you here, Dazai..?" asked a soft voice, coming from the loft above. It was the Red-Head, Chuuya. Drops of water came running down Dazai's cheek, as he was staring at somebody who was going to be killed by him. Chuuya came over and held his hand, taking him outside, to the small alleyways. "What do you want..?" asked Chuuya, wiping the tears off Dazai's soft cheeks. He gave him a hug. A hug, that was never thought to happen. It was always the Brunette giving the hugs, not Chuuya.

It had to be the right time to do it. He just had to. He had no choice, at all. The Brunette took out a sharp, metal knife from his pocket and whispered in Chuuya's ear, "I'm sorry. I love you."

The knife had been pierced the the Red-Head's small torso, blood dripping from his sweet lips. He looked at the bloody mess that he had created, falling on his knees,  screaming and cursing at himself.

The tall man held his beloved in bridal style, walking out of the alleyway, as police were looking for him. It was probably Mori (M*ri) who called them, as he didn't want to get involved.

He walked back to the Armed Detective Agency, with the Red-Head in his arms. Everyone looked at him with a dull face. "Dazai. I'm so-"

"Shut up."

His eyes were tearing up, as he walked over to his room and placed Chuuya onto the soft bed. "I'm sorry Chuuya. I'll come soon." the Tall Man cried, as he walked out, ignoring everybody in his way.

(HEY GUYS!! Sorry if I rushed it, I didn't know what else to write- I was gonna end it with Dazai dying with Chuuya but I thought that it'd be too sad (Tʖ̯T) anyways,  (*ˊᗜˋ*)ᵗᑋᵃᐢᵏ ᵞᵒᵘ FOR READING THIS!! I really appreciate you guys for taking your time to read this, it may be the first longest one-shot that I've written but I tried ig 😟😟)