ꜱᴏᴜᴋᴏᴋᴜ ᴏɴᴇꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ.

ꜱᴇʟꜰ ʙʟᴀᴍᴇ.

"So.. do you.. blame yourself?"
Motherfucking angst

Summary: Dazai killed himself, like the suicidal ass he always was. Chuuya found out about his death and started locking himself up in his own apartment, he then started to hear voices that is making him want to die.

꒰third person's pov.꒱

It's been 2 weeks since Dazai Osamu has been confirmed dead. In those 2 weeks, Chuuya locked himself up in his apartment. What's did he do in those 2 weeks? Smoke, drink, and cry.

In the red head's apartment, crying can be heard. He was crying. Why? Who knows. "It's all my fau- hic fault.. I was such an- hic idiot.. Why was I n-not there to save him." said the red head, partly stuttering as he said that to himself, or was someone with him? "It's definitely your fault. You're a reckless idiot, most of the blame goes to you." A voice was heard, but there was no one there?

"SH-SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Chuuya yelled out, throwing an empty wine bottle to where he heard the voice come from. He was scared. "It's no use. Nakahara Chuuya. Dazai is already dead. I'm not even here! Tsk. How idiotic are you?" Said the unknown voice. Dear fuck, Chuuya wanted to know who that was.

"WHO EVEN ARE YOU— WHY ARE YOU HE-HERE?!" Chuuya yelled out again, but the tone he used to say that was quite... unusual of him to use? He showed fear and hesitation. "Pfft- me? Are you deaf? I just told you. I'm not here."

That was where Chuuya's eyes widened. He immediately took another gulp of the wine he was drinking from. Unsurprisingly, he finished it in one gulp? "When was the last time your weak feminine ass ate?" That nickname. Chuuya hated it more than Dazai, in fact, did he even hate Dazai?

"Tsk.. why are you concerned?" He spat while trying to get up.

"It might explain why you're getting easily getting drunk."

"P-piss off. Would ya'? ass.."

Thud.
"Oh dear, he passed out again." Said the voice, as Chuuya passed out on his floor, again.

꒰time skip/after 3 hours. ꒱

"H-huh..?" Chuuya opened his eyes, he felt tired and drowsy, it looked like it was evening. How long was he asleep? "Finally decided to wake up?" The voice came out of nowhere, it even made Chuuya jump.

"Don-don't scare me like that!" He weakly yelled out, his throat hurts, probably from all the crying. "Aren't you used to this? I came almost 2 weeks ago. Weak idiot."

Silence. Chuuya didn't know what to say next. He only got a pack of cigarettes and lit one up. There wasn't pretty much to do. His apartment was a mess, only used cigarettes and bottles on the ground. The port mafia members thought that he needed a break after Dazai's death, they weren't that much concerned about it.

"Hey, do you blame yourself?" Said the voice. "Tch.. why would I?" "Well, there are many reasons! Dazai died, probably due to how reckless and weak you are." Chuuya remained silent for a few minutes. He was silently crying. "....d-did he actually die.. because of m-me?" His voice was cracking up while saying that. He definitely was still crying.

"Pfft- what are you saying? You already know that answer. Of course he died because of you." Again, silence. Probably more than 15 minutes had passed and Chuuya was still crying.

The moment lasted for probably 45 minutes or so, until Chuuya swiftly got up and walked to his room. "Are you finally over him? Dear lord. Oh! Even better! Are you gonna FINALLY KILL YOURSELF?" the voice yelled out the last words as Chuuya picked up a gun from his drawer

"If you.. wo-won't leave me alone.. I'll just have to leave you alone.." He said placing the gun beside his head. No answer. There was no answer.

"Finally left?"

"No! I'm waiting for you to die."

".....I hope that Dazai knows.. that I loved him."

Gun shots were heard.

Nakahara Chuuya. A port mafia executive. Committed suicide. 2 weeks after Dazai Osamu did.
What happened to the voice you may ask? It was all from Chuuya's imagination.

Double black, or as you may call, Soukoku, are now dead. Both died by suicide.