Dazai Osamu x Chuuya Nakahara Fanfiction Book

The Smoke from the Barn (incomplete)

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Exactly what it fucking sounds like

If you know you know

Also a like 1 and a half month hiatus from writing we love that 😍

UHM warnings ⚠️ (ITS FUCKING A LOT) : Major Character Death of CHILDREN, Gore, Abuse, Physical harm done to children, the Holocaust, torture devices depicted, basically literal slavery depicted that DID happen and I am educated on it, literally depictions and graphic description of THE Holocaust, PLEASE don't fucking read this if that triggers you, if you've seen the movie The Boy in the Striped Pajamas, YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHATS COMING

Soukoku is depicted as children in this (ages 7-9), the relationship is less romantic and more platonic bcuz uhm they are CHILREN that would be weird as hell if it were romantic.

I wrote this out of vent and sadness, recently I've been very very sad and the saddest movie I have ever seen in my life is the boy in the striped pajamas... and then I remember the two mcs are two boys... skk are two boys... and then my writing instincts kicked in and I could not fucking resist.

Again, if this will trigger you, do not read please. Go away shoo shoo, I don't wanna trigger anyone and have anyone complaining when you can leave now so please zYeshhffcjd

Uhm "enjoy" 🤡)

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"Father?"

clink, clink, clink.

"Father?"

clink, clink, clink.

Dazai blinked, tapping his shiny metal silverware against his golden, antique soup platter. He cleared his throat before calling out once more.

"Ahem, father?"

The man sitting down the table, at the end in the largest chair, blinked up from his plate and looked over to his son. One of many badges shone on his uniform's chest underneath the kitchen's dim pendant chandelier, along with what looked to be some kind of chain dangling on only the left side of his greenish-navy suit.

"Yes, Dazai-kun?"

"What's with the smoke?"

"The smoke?"

"Yes, the smoke. You know— from the barn just back behind the woods of our new home?"

Suddenly, the conversation was interrupted. Dazai's attention was pulled to the side by the loud sounds of his step-mother, Kouyou, choking on a piece of her fine-grade meat.

The woman only choked for a few seconds, though, as if she was caught off guard by something. She reached up, clearing her throat as she switched her gaze uncomfortably between her step-son and her newly-founded husband.

"Sorry." She said, clearing her own throat. "There's nothing to worry about, Dazai-kun. Tell him, Mori-San."

Mori smiled eerily at that, he pulled his hat off, letting it sit on the table next to his plate and then resting his elbows on the table as he intertwined his fingers. "She's right, there's nothing to worry about. That smoke is simply just the pigs."