"It's amusing that we both kept these, isn't it?" Fyodor played with the revolver in his hand. The car moved forward with one of the mafia's members escorting the two of them back to Fyodor's place.
Dazai didn't reply. Instead, after one glance, the two placed their gun's on each other's temple. Contempt seething out of them. "Do I have a bullet loaded?" Fyodor asked.
"Do I?" Dazai replied.
"You can't honestly believe that he loaded that gun, do you?"
"There were plenty of chances for me to load it myself on the way out."
"The magazines hidden in your coat are not bullets for a revolver, Dazai, what a silly way to lie."
"I am a man of many talents."
"And also a fool."
"Is there a bullet in my gun?" the two spoke at the same time.
"I thought you didn't want to kill me," Fyodor chuckled. "And now you're pointing a gun to my head."
"We were partners once, but that was a long time ago," Dazai replied. "Clearly you have no qualms pointing a gun at the person you just bought. That seems like a bad investment."
"What a joke," Fyodor smirked slightly. "We both know Mori never sent me a thing. The seal is fake. So, why did you follow me out then? What is the game you're playing?"
"What about you?" Dazai replied. "What sort of scheme are you plotting that you'd need to go that far? And still fail to make it accurate?"
The two stared at each other. Neither one giving a clue until finally, they both spoke at the same time again, "We both know the answer to that, don't we? Both of us have a death wish."
"Let's make a bet then," Fydor lowered his gun and held it out to Dazai. "Let's switch guns and then shoot. If there is a bullet in mine, good for you. If you did place a bullet in that gun, or if your new toy decided to try and help you out, bad for you. How much do you trust Chuuya?"
"I know you too well, there is obviously a bullet in that gun. You want me to kill you," Dazai grabbed Fyodor's revolver and replaced it with his. Since they'd had each other's guns to start with...it felt weird to be holding the one with his name on it after all of this time.
"I suppose you'll have to shoot me and find out," Fyodor's smile revealed nothing.
"On the count of three then?" The two returned to aiming the guns at each other.
...
Chuuya didn't know what to do so he just remained on the floor hugging his knees. He didn't have it in him to try and go after Dazai. That seemed dangerous and even with his limited abilities for self-defense...he didn't have the confidence to do anything. Chuuya let out a long sigh and stood up. He changed his clothes and made his way to the door. His hand hovered over the doorknob but he didn't open it.
He turned around and walked back to the center of the room, shaking his head. Nope. He couldn't do it after all. What should he do then? Ugh. Why was this so difficult? Chuuya frowned and slapped his cheeks. Well, when everything else fails he could always fake it until he made it.
Chuuya stood up straight and put on a pair of Dazai's gloves. He found a hat lying around and put that on too. He took off the coat, draping it over his shoulders, and shoved his hands into his pockets. "Okay," Chuuya inhaled and exhaled. "I'll just have to ask myself what Dazai would do?" Chuuya frowned. That seemed impossible. He didn't have it in him to stay stoic all the time.
"Okay," Chuuya's hand hovered over the door and he opened it. He walked through the door and turned the hallway. Instant doubt filled him but he shook his head and continued walking. "You," he pointed at the guy standing there in front of a vending machine.
"Me?" he pointed to himself, glaring back at Chuuya.
"You," Chuuya gritted his teeth and glared back, asserting his dominance. "Get together a team of ten and meet me downstairs."
"Hah?" his jaw dropped. "Who the fuck do you think you are?"
"Excuse me?" Chuuya jumped up and did a full spin before his leg slammed right into the guy's head and smashed up against the wall. The male fell to the ground and held his head in agony. Chuuya slammed his foot down in between his legs, just up against his crotch, and grabbed his hair to make him look up at his face. "Do you know who you're talking to?" he sneered.
"Wha-"
"Shut up," Chuuya cut him off. "Look at my jacket and use this thick skull of yours for a second. I'm sure a wise guy like you knows what a jacket like this means," he pressed his finger up against the male's forehead. It didn't appear as if he was registering what Chuuya was saying. That could be bad. Chuuya doubted himself for a moment but then opened up the jacket. Inside just under the collar was the engraving Dazai and that was enough. He showed it to the stranger and his face turned pale.
"Now, let me ask you again," Chuuya stood up and shoved his hands into his pockets. "Gather a fucking team of ten and meet me downstairs." The guy nodded and scurried off. Chuuya was missing one small detail: he had no idea where the fucking stairs were.
