Bungou Stray Dogs Oneshots

Euphoria Rewritten

Have you noticed those moments,
When everything slows down
And becomes clear

When everything comes to a standstill
And the veil over your eyes is lifted?

He could see everything
          From the shattered glass
          To the frozen expressions of fear and surprise and cognisance

He could hear everything
          From the wind rushing past his ears
          To the yells of people, known and unknown

He could feel everything
          From the pain in his back as the glass sliced through his coat into his skin
          To the adrenaline surging through his veins

There were moments before moments, in which the world was framed in startling clarity, a defined before hurtling toward a horrible after. Moments in which the powerful become powerless, in which promises became failings.

Yes.

This was such a moment.

His dark hair whipped in his eyes, coat flapping around his outstretched legs as he fell.
Ah, yes. This feeling is familiar.
His eyes closed.

The sky was stretched out above him, a coarse and clouded blanket that only moments ago was a perfect, untainted blue.
How fitting, for someone like me.
He smiled.

He could still hear Atsushi desperately screaming his name, Kunikida restrained by officers and mafiosos alike to make sure he wouldn't jump after him. Down the stairs rushed Tanizaki and others, racing with Time who sprinted for a train, and Gravity, the relentless lover who desperately strained to pull him closer.

Aw. Even Hat-rack can't save me now.

He blinked.

Do I want to be saved?
Do I even deserve salvation?

Then came that fleeting memory; a woman, as strange and as intriguing as one could be. Beautiful in his eyes, at least, if not in any other.
On that day, her porcelain face, usually gilded with a graceful and mysterious smile - that façade had shattered. Tears stained her cheeks as she cried out, fists clenching his shirt while she stared wretchedly and defiantly back at him.

"Why do you think they all hate me? Why do you think they loathe my very existence yet are desperate for my touch? You cannot speak reason to the desperate and dying. Do you understand? You can't! Because the desperate and dying don't want reason! They want salvation and I can't give it to them!"

She left after that, leaving only his wrinkled shirt and that recollection carved into his memory like an inscription on scarred marble. He missed her. He wondered if she missed him, too. Probably not.

How unfortunate that I couldn't fix us.

He opened his eyes. Hmm. Only forty-six floors out of seventy-three. It's been a little long, but I suppose long enough for me to relive some moments.

Hmm?

There were moments to be relived?

A flash of someone else, the man like an autumn wind, there one moment and gone the next. Reddish hair like falling maple leaves and eyes like the crisp cerulean of a clear autumn sky.

"Be on the side that saves people. If both sides are the same, then choose to become a good person. Save the weak, protect the orphaned. You might not see a great difference between right and wrong, but... saving others is something just a bit wonderful."

Yes, he supposed. It felt somewhat nice to help people. It felt somewhat nice to teach Atsushi, annoy Kunikida, feel gratitude to the President, even see people laugh and smile.

...

And suddenly everything moved,
Time still sprinting for that train, oblivious to the fact that it would never catch that train and that that train would never stop

His pulse quickened, Breath taken hostage from lungs that never desired her.

And then he was falling,

                                                    down,

                                                                   down,

                                                                                  down.

His eyes widened.
Tears, salty and pure flowed from his eyes and flicked away, suspended in air for mere moments before they disappeared.

Maybe there is something to live for.

His heart juddered against his ribcage and he thrust out his arm in a single desperate and frenzied attempt to find something, anything to break his fall.

Seventieth floor-

But he was falling
and there was nothing.

Blood.
Pain.
I don't like pain.

Completely black.

Eyyyooo

Kinda back

Rewrote this one bc I wasn't too happy with the og version so along came this

Hope you enjoy

Credits still going to Hafza Faizal's 'We Free the Stars' bc thats a masterpiece and all creators need their credits

Another thing: while (i think that) everyone has imagined Dazai dying, I do feel very connected to the moment I envisioned the panel (ref to previous Euphoria note) so just clearing up any feelings that 'my experience is the most important' when its not

Ummm

Thx for reading and giving me unspoken support
Would love to see some comments tho ^^

Um

Will hope to publish once a month, alternating between works - hope this works

See ya ^^