A God in Dog's clothing

The bottle was empty.

Small drops of red liquid were running to the bottom of it along green glass walls. They suddenly were lifted up and became a whole paddle of wine. Drops were levitating inside of bottle. The red shining surrounded them, that's why the bottle also seemed being red now. The paddle flew out of the bottleneck. There was nothing but the empty bottle on the wooden table. Few moments after a crystal clear wineglass was moved to the paddle in the air. A drink spreaded along wineglass borders for a second, but the loud clink was heard second later.

The wineglass was broken.

It fell down just to the floor and crushed into thousand pieces. Sharp and small shards scattered in different corners of room. A dark spot had appeared on white tile. It seemed rather bloody than dirty. A smell of alcohol filled the room's air, making it similar with smell in rat's corners.

Chuya hated rats.

Especially one brown-haired cunning rat. That bastard likes playing games with death and making fun of surrounding people. Now he hides under the protection of Armored Agency. A deep rabbit hole, where animal like guard dog can't enter. Yes, that's true. Rats are afraid of cats, but dogs are just an empty place for them. Cats are elegant and stylish. They are hunting for victims not one day. Chasing and enjoying the despair – that's what they really want. There was one dangerous and mysterious cat in Yokohama. Hiding in the House of Dead didn't turn him into a real mouse. Fyodor Dostoevskiy is the only one who can actually defeat that suicidal bastard. The Port Mafia and Armored Agency are in the edge of war, but the only thing Chuya was really bothered by is the difference between dogs and cats.

Dazai called Chuya "dog" once.

And since that time Nakahara achieved a new aim for living. He hated Osamu by all heart. Every day he tried to struggle and avoid that annoying smile, those awful jokes and genial-disgusting suggestions. But each time he failed. He followed the commands like a dog. He did all Dazai's order thinking that he Port Mafia spirit rules him. But that was a mistake. Chuya would never say that out loud, but he trusted Dazai. Every time, before, during and after each battle. Osamu saved Nakahara's life for the hundred of times. A small touch turned the God into a small red dog. One contact, and all the power of gravity turns into dust. If Dazai didn't stop Chuya's power, Corruption would firstly destroy the whole world with Dazai himself, and after that Nakahara would meet his fate too. Chuya wasn't afraid of death. He was afraid of being dying without a revenge for that rat. Why did he decide that only No Longer Human can stop him? He's never tried going till the end. What does go after the losing control and all destructions? Why had he thought he couldn't control own body?

Chuya made up his mind.

Smell of alcohol still existed in room, but Nakahara didn't care. He grabbed the hat and coat and left the room in hurry.

Chuya walked fast, stumbling on every step and holding a hat. The wind was strong and cold. Despite that he was carrying a coat in hands, letting the wind cool mad and angry mind. It didn't help though. There was a small park near, and Chuya reached it soon. He was standing in small narcissus meadow. Bright flowers weren't different from usual grass now. Dark night covered sunny blossom with deep sorrow.

The gloves were taken of.

The black leather hides the power. Gloves fell down and lost in thick grass. The wind wasn't getting weaker. Red strips are starting running along the white skin. One after another, painting wonderful patterns and curls. Corruption went spreading wider.

Chuya started losing attention. Everything was blurred and foggy. Earth went away from his legs. Despite that he felt calmly. He didn't feel cold or warmth, happiness or despair. Sense of losing gravity powers around him was the only one worth thing to notice. A loud silence spread wider. The wind got stronger and even pushed the hat away. White short was expending in the air as well as red hair did.