𝗦𝗢𝗨𝗞𝗢𝗞𝗨 𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗧𝗦

Time capsule

"You're seriously just gonna leave like this huh?"
Chuuya clenched his fists harder

"Yeah."
Dazai said, shamelessly and not even looking at Chuuya

"..Wow."
He bit his lip

"Get out, never show your disgusting face to me ever again."
Chuuya pointed to the door, glaring daggers into Dazai

"I will."
He said as he walked away, no ounce of guilt or any emotion in his words, I wanted to say something to him, shout at him.
But it felt like there was something stuck in my throat, preventing me from even talking, I hate him. I hate him.

"Why can't you just stay?"
I whispered to myself

"Hey man I love you, but no fucking way."
He replied, "Love? I'm betting hell no you don't feel anything right now." I thought to myself

"I hate you Dazai."
I wanted to just say these words to him, one, last, time. But he was gone by the time I looked outside.

Regret.

Yeah, that's what I was feeling, not sadness, not guilt, not heartbreak. Regret yeah, I regret not telling him I hate him, Yeah that's it.

That was the truth, right? That was definetly it.

I went to my bedroom, hoping to sleep, but no. Dazai just had to occupy my mind the whole time, not letting me have a moment of sleep. I remembered all those stupid times we played, made bets, teased eachother..smiled in the arcade. I remembered the times we'd argue because the other would always break the bet when they were losing, and then bringing back the bet if they were winning.

I got up, I couldn't sleep because of that dumb bastard.

I went to the kitchen to drink some wine...So many memories of me and Dazai in this same kitchen, laughing, crying because Dazai almost burned the whole house down by him trying to cook, "Hah, Good times." I chuckled wholeheartedly, but then again.

Did I really have a heart?

I got rid off the thoughts on my mind, remembering how I came here to get wine, not think of that dumbass. I went to the fridge and rummaged around the bottles, I found a cold bottle of wine, just what I was looking for.

Petrus, 1889.

A personal favorite, also the very first and last wine that Dazai tried and liked— No stop what am I doing? I came here to drink wine. — I took it and took off the cap, chugging it down. It tasted bittersweet on my tongue and it felt like fire going down my throat, Just the way I like it.

It didn't take long for me to get drunk, that— of course — didn't stop me from drinking more wine until I was on the brink of collapsing, I laughed, remembering that time where Dazai got so drunk he fell of the 60th floor of the apartment building. I remembered the time where Dazai jokingly asked me to commit suicide with him.

"...I'm sick of living under Mori's command."
"I'm sick of being here, I'm sick of living."
"I'm tired."
His sad face suddenly lit up

"Chuuya do you want to commit a double suicide with me? That way, when I leave, Someone gets to accompany me."
He smiled

"Oh hell no Dazai."
"Stop making those jokes."

"But they're not jokes~ I want to be with you for the rest of my life and after."
He smiled softly and sadly at me, holding my hand. I frowned

"Will you just stop, Dazai?"

"Don't you believe me?"
He whimpered

"..You said you wanted to do that with someone you loved, Stupid."

"But I love Chuuya~"

"Oh stop lying will you."

-

My heart started hurting, I was laughing too hard, Yeah that's why my heart was hurting.

Yeah my face was getting wet with tears, yeah I was on my bed crying and sobbing, Yeah I was begging for Dazai to come back.

But that doesn't mean I love him, Ha, Let alone care about him, of course not.

Yeah I was feeling regret, heartbreak, depressed, horrible, guilt, and everything else close to that. Maybe this was all a dream, a nightmare, Dazai probably wouldn't just have left me like that,

Would he?

...

Present time

"..."
I looked down at Dazai, hovering my knife on his neck

"Why the hell did you come here, Didn't I tell you to never come back and show me your disgusting face?"

"...I wanted to harass you."
I wanted to see, I missed you.

"Get.Out."

"That's not a nice way to treat guests Chuuya, especially someone who used to live here~"
Dazai rolled his eyes, pouting

"Yeah? well, That 'person who used to live here' also left it."

"Oh-oh? You're still angry about that?"
I'm sorry

"Hell yeah I'm still angry about that."
"You could've fucking gave me money or something to pay rent or shit."

"But you're an executive, You're payed ten times the price of rent for this apartment."
He flicked my hat

"..."

"Got nothing to say, Nakahara?"

Nakahara?
"Why the hell'd you blow up my car, dipshit?"
I put my knife back into my pocket

"For fun!~"
You were gonna go after me. I can't let you get hurt because of me.
he said as he ran to the kitchen, almost immediately rummaging through my drawers

"Ah-Ah!~"
He pulled something out from my FLOOR?!

"What the hell is that?"
It was bright under the light, it probably had glass on it

"Look~!"
He showed me a small picture frame, showing us when we were 17

"Why the hell was that under my floor?"
I looked at him, quite..puzzled

"I wanted to keep it safe, As other people call it, A time capsule!"

"Oh."
"Why in my floor though?"

"I don't know."
I put it there as an excuse to see you again when I was leaving.

I looked at him, narrowing my eyes and furrowing my eyebrows, looking at him suspiciously

"Why you looking at me like that for? You fallen for my charms too Chuuya?"
He smirked, posing

"Oh don't flatter yourself."
"Ok, you got your...stupid- time capsule, now get out."
I messed up my pronunciation of the word stupid, hell no it wasn't stupid it was just-

Sad. It made me sad.