Synopsis:
Final moments of using corruption. Where Dazai is too late to help him. (Character Death)
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It hurts. His whole body screaming in pain. He can feel his blood vessels bursting with every single movement. Yet, he didn't stop. No, he can't stop. For he is not in control of his body.
How did it happen? He can't entirely sure. What is it that triggers him? What is it that allows him to unleash the demon nestling in his body? He don't know. His mind is thoroughly beaten by the constant screams of his victim one after another until all he can see is just a splatter of blood.
He can feel the exhaustion in his body. He's at his limit. It's painful. The marks all over his body are burning his skin. The trickles of his blood flow like waterfall all over and yet it didn't stop him. The taste of iron in his mouth seemingly excites him more. He can't see anything. Only his senses were tingling.
"Someone...help.." he cried out but non can hear over the sound of the demonic cackling he emitted. For all he know, he might just die after all. He won't survive this. His body is on the verge of breaking apart and even if he did survives, the catastrophe he caused won't sit well with the people if he roams free.
His breath becomes heavy, his lungs probably damaged and his heart cannot beat properly. Is it the end? Is his body finally giving up on him?
He can feel his body collapsing onto the cold cement floor. The realization dawned on him. Is it over? Although he can feel the marks constantly burning him, he knows that it's fading. His vision came back to him. It hurts. It hurts so much.
The god inside him screaming over his incompetence. He chuckled over his bloodied mouth.
Serves you right.
He won't let others suffer because of him. He would rather die with him than letting another person becoming the vessel. He knows the burden and suffering it brought upon him, he's willing himself to accept it.
His vision fades. It's getting harder to breath. Even if he tried to use gravity to stop the bleeding, he can't. He lost too much blood. He's now counting the minutes of his final moments. Alone, probably hated and yet it brought him a sense of peace, that he's finally free of his shackles. That he's no longer a monster.
A faint footsteps running towards him. Who, was all he could ever said. He can't see anymore. His breathing reduced to just small wheeze as he tried to heave some oxygen.
"Chuuya!"
A familiar voice rang through his ears. It seems as if he's screaming but it only sounds like a whisper to him. He tried to focus but he can only managed to make out his features in a blur. He can feel his body being cradled closer to the man's body. Just a little bit, his body felt light. The burning marks on his skin are gone and the constant screaming of the god is finally silent.
"Da...zai?" That's all he could managed to say, followed by a coughing fit.
"Yes...yes it's me, chuuya." He can sense the despair in his voice. Yet, he couldn't do anything. He tried to speak but he's exhausted. His body felt numb but he tried. He tried so hard to hold his face one last time.
Dazai was suprised at his action but he didn't stop him. Instead, he hold his hand closer to his face. His hand is trembling as he helplessly wipe the blood on Chuuya's face.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Chuuya. I'm sorry for not stopping you. I'm sorry you have to suffer so much. I'm sorry for dragging you into this mess." His voice is choking, his tears rolling and fell on his cheeks. "Don't leave me, Chuuya. Please, not again. Not anymore."
Chuuya almost couldn't catch the last sentence. His ears are now failing him. It seems he's drawing near his demise. He tried to focus on Dazai's face. He tried to mutter something and Dazai leaned closer. "Sorry....please...live...on."
Memories of his life starts flashing. From the moment he woke up on a giant crater, to being picked up by the sheep and met the mafia. How his lives spuns around as precious faces of his comrades, dead and alive flashing before him. He lead a good life, he thought.
It may be bloody, but he met many people, do many things and he didn't regret any of it.
Maybe there's one thing. It's leaving this suicidal bastard alone. For years, he's been preventing his suicide attempts. But now he found a new family, who can help him and taking care of him...probably better than himself.
"Chuuya, stop it. You're gonna be fine. Yosano-sensei will arrive soon. She can heal you and get you perfectly back in shape. So please..."
He muster the last of his strength to smile at him. Hot tears poured from his eyes,washing away the blood from his cheeks.
Dazai still held Chuuya's hand. The heat is slowly leaving his body. Chuuya could hear Dazai's scream but he couldn't make out any of it.
"Goodbye...partner." he whispered as he heaved his last breath.
