Double Black

speech farewell, a code

A/N: BSD MANGA CH 101 SPOILERS

Somewhere in the vast premises of Meursault Prison, one of the many dangerous prisoners, Dazai Osamu was making his way to the little staff cafeteria tucked away in one of the several floors of the campus.

Really, he's had quite a rough last half hour. Going all with a clown's ridiculous entertainment urges was just so exhausting. But anyway, he did accept the terms and conditions when he decided to inject the poison into his arm. He only had himself to laugh at for all his questionable decisions. But hey, at least it was all over now. Dazai was pretty sure that he'd be able to avail the antidote.

As he'd put it himself, to his temporary companion Sigma, he had no plans of escaping the prison. His work here wasn't finished, and well... Quite frankly, the outside world was just plain boring. No, Dazai was probably much better off hidden in such a high security prison. Even if there were certain cons of that. One being that he really didn't get any chances to commit suicide lately! Since he had so much free time in his cell, it was only natural that he'd thought up many colourful methods of killing himself. Wasn't it so unfair, not getting to try them?!

Secondly, even if he did want to stay back in his prison cell, there was somebody he had at home who would surely complain a lot about this situation. His partner was just a silly slug, see? He didn't know any better, and he certainly had no ideas about the important of throwing eggs in prison. It builds character, it makes up for lost growth. Mental growth, of course, but maybe it would work physically too? Ah Dazai should definitely contact his partner and pitch this idea.

Maybe he'll finally grow then. Fufufu.

No matter that now. Dazai had better things to do, like reunite with Sigma, who he had lost somewhere along the way. Surely he too had the very brilliant idea of meeting up at the cafeteria. And then there was also that pesky antidote Dazai had to get. Really, wasn't it just better if he gave up on that antidote and just died?! That'd just be his dream come true. Why does he have to build such elaborate plans to ensure his safety, damn it!!

Unfair. Unfair, and it was probably all that shorty Chuuya's fault. 

Presently, Dazai had finally made his way into the cafeteria. It wasn't too difficult to spot the people he was looking for. Just a few yards away, Gogol and Sigma were seated at a table, facing each other. The clown had even managed to find some snacks for himself...? Speaking of which, shouldn't there be people in the cafeteria? The staff, to be specfic?

Oh well. Maybe Chuuya killed them off earlier too, when he broke into the prison so rudely.

Sliding into a seat opposite to his temporary ally, Dazai sighed, "Ah, finding this place was such a pain. Couldn't you find a better meeting spot, Gogol-kun?"

Just as dramatic as the detective, Nikolai shook his head curtly, "No way! This place has food, you know?"

Between the pair of idiots, Sigma sighed loudly, "Don't you think we have more important things to worry about, other than food least of all things?"

The clown bared his teeth in a grin, "Perhaps. So, Dazai-kun, Sigma tells me you've managed to take down Dos-kun and the gravity manipulator, Nakahara Chuuya?"

Dazai flicked off non-existent dust from the table, "Done and done. It was a piece of cake."

Gogol fawned thoughtfully, "But aren't both of them such overpowered opponents? Especially, Chuuya-kun. Isn't he the most powerful ability user in town?"

The former mafioso merely smiled, "Like I said already, I've been thinking of ways to kill Chuuya for the last seven years. This was just the perfect time and opportunity."