The Wild Geese || DAZAI OSAMU/CHUUYA NAKAHARA

[七] A SCAR, REOPENED.

TW: Self harming mentions. Happy reading!

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You hobble back to Atsushi's flat, your front bleeding non stop as your vision blears; but not enough to incapacitate you, but enough to make your suffering look genuine. You had cracked your belt off your pants and bit into it, muffling the cries of pain as you reopened the wound, before slitting your wrists for more blood, more annihilation, more mutilation, more success.

You smash your fist against the door. Kyouka opens it, and peers out.

"Hey," She lets you in after seeing how dark red your entire body was. "Is Atsushi here?"

"He's back in the Office," She answers very carefully. Her eyes are searching your face for some look of irritation or annoyance, and you seemed unperturbed.

You slump down a chair. "Mind getting me the first aid box?"

She gets it for you, and watches, like a cat, you stitch your wound back together, a cigarette in your mouth. "Last time you came by," She says cautiously. "You immediately went away."

"I did."

"Why are you staying this time around?"

"I have nowhere to go."

"You didn't either last time."

You sigh. "Look, what's the matter?"

"You're not here because you're hurt," She says, her hackles rising, her voice growing darker. "That area is only accessible if you were self-harming. You're here for Atsushi."

Something comes out of her—a snow white ghost of some sorts, their eyes glowing at you.

"Are you fuckin' serious," You glower at her, before shaking off the pain, crushing the cigarette into the table, before pulling out your gun. You pull it out just in time to parry her katana slicing down. Her small body airborne, you exploit her vulnerability by smashing your foot into her abdomen. The ability's katana comes down, and you swing out the bloody scalpel that you had used before to block—the stainless, surgical steel unrelenting against the otherwise strange ability.

The gleam of such makes Kyouka falter in her footsteps.

"Y'scared of the same thing as I am," You mutter. "Sorry about this, girly." You pounce at her, prepared to slice her throat open, before the door bursts open. Your eyes narrow when you see Atsushi holding his phone—the phone! The girl must have used her phone to message him.

You dodge just in time when Kyouka's ability smashes a hole in the wall. She yells something at him—and when you hear a few words of the discussion between them, you pull out your gun, make sure it's cocked, and pull the trigger just to disarm Atsushi. The bullet blasts clean through his shoulder. You angrily lunge at Kyouka again, your scalpel nearly splintering the katana from the brute force of your rage.

"You know Mori too, eh?" You ask.

"Yes. Also Akutagawa. But I'm free now, and I want to fight the being lurking inside of me."

You look up and notice Atsushi wasn't standing in the house anymore, and you click your tongue.

"Some things can't be helped."