Before the Dawn

Chapter 1

"It wasn't until recently had I realized how much my life had changed. Sleepless, silent nights of taking innocent lives were replaced by obnoxious colleagues which are never satisfied but yet grateful for the work I do. It feels only as if yesterday did I escape from the dark.. Life without you sure is different. Not a day goes by where countless nightmares overtake the little spaces of hope in my mind, to meet you again. Each day I fool myself with the lie that I'm enjoying every minute with myself. He could make hell feel just like home, so how could I ever leave him alone? I only need one hand to drive, when he's with me - my getaway. The one partner I had in the mafia, the one who knew me in and out. He could end me just by one look if he ever saw me again.. But I couldn't let him go. Vivid audios of his tiresome voice keep me grounded to our history. So keep talking, I'd love to hear your voice someday." - Dazai

The one broken soul, who burned his name into his throat, from the fire that still keeps him going, ventured off into the deep of the city of abandoned streets and hopelessness.

Midnight struck, sirens blaring at the Port Mafia's headquarters alerted most of the members to which they responded in fierce approaches. The city grew restless as lights blaring brightly in the cold atmosphere had woken up dozens of gifteds who have sworn to protect their city. The sounds of guns rattling
filled the atmosphere with deathly wails. Lamp posts vividly marking the streets with red splatters of the taken. Not before long was the Armed Detective Agency arriving at the front steps of the Mafia under the starry, maybe even deadly night sky. The scene was gruesome. Forces combining their efforts was crucial to survive the night. Never in history have they dealt with such enemies before.

"They'll never take us alive!" - Tachihara wailed as the clips of his gun were falling out left and right.

The gifted riot proved to be much stronger. As shattered pieces of glass fell from the sky, the forces were cornered at the base of the building. The parade was going to soon end if nothing was done under the red moon.

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It's been 7 years since anyone has ever heard of the Double Black. They say nothing could possibly block their path once they've started. Once Yokohama's most powerful duo, was once again, needed to be revived.

The sheer memories of their cooperated work runs shivers down Mori's spine. The phone beeps.

"Oh you can fuck off, I've already told you I never want to see him again. You can forget about it." - Chuuya

"This city needs you. This might be the last night for all of Yokohama. Desperate times call for desperate measures.. Chuuya..?" - Mori

The ground shakes as a red motorbike grinds its' gears against the hot asphalt under the tires. Suicide mission tonight. Oceans of thoughts flood his mind. A million ways to die, just not like this, he swore to never work with his partner again. The rubber under his hands burns as his grip tightens, changing gears as the mafioso flies off into the wide, empty streets.

Street lights flicker as he silently walks into warfare. The glass shards on the street shatter as the brunette makes his way across the many fallen soldiers.

"Seems like someone's been having fun."           - Dazai

The enemy lock their weapons on the bandaged male. He was ordered to get down on the cold ground. Silence which was enough to make someone go insane was broken by a desperate scream.

"GGGGRRRRAAAAAAGHH" - was heard as a black figure of a roaring motorcycle flew overhead. With a loud, ear-splitting crash the bike landed on the other side of the action. The redhead scanned every single soul alive in the area, where his eyes then met his.

"Get out of my way." - Chuuya

"Don't mean to break your heart, but I already made plans with these guys." - Dazai looks over at Chuuya as he launches himself into the air, a field of sky blue aura flashes around him, floating in Chuuya's sapphire eyes. The aura collides with the sky as Dazai drops down, sending the enemy into a trance state of shock and disorientation. Under the moonlight, with one swift motion he dashes towards their leader. Sleight of hand shows as he tackles the gifted to the ground. Dazai lets out a slight smile at Chuuya indicating war is over, before his expression was altered by a gush of blood running down his neck.

It's hard to say whether he was distracted that night, or the enemy had planned this to happen. Did he merely trust that nothing would go wrong as long as his partner was around? Or has the enemy intellectually surpassed them long ago. A dagger, made of steel, the simplest of weapons, was the cause of death. Throughout his life, he has experienced so many different forms of torture and killing, never had he expected such an approach from the one enemy they could never get rid of.

"DAZAI! YOU IDIOT!" - Chuuya

Dazai struggled to catch his breath as the redhead leaped over his bike, summoning lightning-like energy piercing the bodies of those who got in the way. Blood droplets were raining from the sky as the flickering light dropped on their faces. For the short moment they had together, Chuuya sprinted towards the injured male through the glass on the street, never taking his bloodshot eyes off the other. A bullet entered and left the hatrack's body just for the second he had his guard down. He fell to his knees as he drew a deep breath that came deep from his lungs. He was unable to close the distance between them.

"I can finally see the light, there's a million stars tonight" - Dazai whispered to himself as the world went to black.