The Thing That Makes A Human

7th day after the incident

Word count: 1843
TW: suicide, mention of drugs
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                    3rd person POV
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It was 10:00am at the city graveyard. Kouyou just arrived to Chuuya's funeral and saw something interesting.

She saw Dazai, lurking in the shadows, wearing all black.

'So he came after all.' she thought to herself. But didn't know why the boy lat her see him. He might had a reason.

The funeral went on quietly. Everyone brought a box of cigarettes or a rose to show thir respect towards Chuuya.

The funeral was 2 hours long, and Kouyou seemed to be the only one who saw the brunette standing under a tree, all alone, crying silently.

'Maybe I should have been a little nicer. Why did I even hate him. Chuuya always said that Dazai was a great partner, so why did I hate him?'

After the funeral, Kouyou stayed with the excuse of wanting to be left alone a little. While she just wanted to talk to Dazai.

She knew the boy didn't want anyone to see him cry. So she made sure everyone, but her, left.

It took Dazai a good 5 minutes to come out of the shadows. He didn't know why the women stayed there.

"Kouyou-san?"
"Hello, dear." she responded with a warm smile.

"I know, the funeral is over but I wanted to talk, Dazai-kun."
"... Why?"

"Come here, please."

The boy obeyed. He didn't know why, but he did as the women asked.

He was pulled into a warm hug.

His body heated up from the freshly washed kimono, and begun to feel comfortable in the arms of Kouyou.

After a minute, when he got comfortable enough, he broke down into tears, as he hugged back the women.

They have never had a good realitionship. They weren't enemies, but they didn't like each other.

And yet, seems like she is the one who  understands at least half the pain the boy feels.

"There-there, Dazai-kun. Just cry it out. No need to talk or anything. Just cry it out."

Dazai didn't understand. The women was never this nice towards him. She was never this carring. Or was she? Just not in the same way as to the ginger?

The boy couldn't tell what he was feeling. It was painfull yet good.

The sweet scent of flowers in his nose, that he was finally able to cry all his emotions out without getting judged, without being stared at, without getting punished for it.

He didn't get any of that from the woman. He was in a comfortable hug, hair stroked, calming down from the intense sobbing he just let out after a week.

"Now, Dazai-kun," Kouyou spoke "are you feeling better?" she asked, pulling away.

"A little..."

"I thought you won't come. Have you changed your mind?"
"I was always planning on coming, I just didn't want people around me."

Kouyou tought for a moment to what to say.

"I have heard what happened at the Agency. Did they really try to drug you?"

A short nod came as an answer.

"I'm really sorry."
"Don't be. You didn't do anything. And they weren't real friends either. I look at them as friends, but it doesn't feel like it."