I could feel the eyes staring at me as I just spoke out a quiet "Fine." Through my soft whimpers of sadness. I didn't want to put them in danger. I wanted them to be safe.
Mori signaled for the guards to let all of them go. Mori handed me his old coat that I used to wear years ago and put it around my shoulders. I sat there looking at the floor in defeat. Chuuya got up when they had untied him and Atsushi tried to before he was stopped by Kunikida. I heard him whisper to him. "Dazai is a lost cause. He I the mafias property now. He did it for us, including the ginger man over there." Chuuya, on the other hand, tried to change Mori's mind. "Bastard.. Let him be. I saw what he was like without us. It was one of the only times I saw him genuinely smile." He begged and begged for a while. Atsushi and Kunikida were still standing on the other side of the room. I slowly got up as attention shifted to me. "Look, I'm sorry. Kunikida, I leave Atsushi in your care. Tell the agency I died or something, I don't care. Just make sure they are happy." I threw them my beige coat and Chuuya put his hand on my shoulder. "It's not your fault. You don't have to do this if you don't want to. Okay, shitty Dazai?" I was going to miss them, but before I was going to say my final goodbye, I felt a hard slap on my cheek.
My head was now facing my left and Kunikida shouted towards me in a hurry with concern. I looked at the back of Mori as he walked away. Chuuya offered me his hand and I gripped it as if I was holding onto it for life. We walked away with Atsushi and Kunikida shouting for us to come back. It hurt me to know that I had most likely made them both nearly cry. I could definitely tell Atsushi was holding back tears. I just looked ahead and opened the door to go to Mori's office. From what I heard behind me, Atsushi ran off crying with Kunikida chasing him. It made me feel bad for what I did. Leaving them behind.
When I walked inside the office Mori had immediately made me happier. He said that me and Chuuya were permanently partners and I was now the next in line to be boss. I didn't like the fact that I was going to be boss, but Chuuya being my partner made me smile. I don't know why though. It seemed like he was happy with it too. Mori gave me spare keys to mine and Chuuya's room. Since he already had some keys he excused himself and left us to chat.
"Dazai, how would you like to be the army leader again? It would make you have incredible power over the port mafia. If and when I die, then you will become boss,before that, you will then have two options. Keep Chuuya as your partner and stay as an executive, or, become boss and give Chuuya a new partner. It is entirely your choice. Decide now, as it will affect your near future." My smile dropped instantly. "Can I keep Chuuya as my partner and be boss at the same time? I know that me being boss will help us greatly, since we wouldnt have many other options, however I do not wish to leave Chuuya behind." I waited for his answer. "Fine then. As you wish, Dazai. You will share the position. However, you will have more power over the mafia than Chuuya. He isn't responsible enough." I was happier now. My mind at ease knowing that we will continue to be partners. All of a sudden my will to live is slowly coming back..step by step...
(Atsushi)
I ran into the agency with Kunikida not far behind. He put Dazai's coat down and Ranpo walked up to us with concern while eating a lollipop. "What's up? Are you okay? Should I ask Dazai to come get his coat or something because you put it on the sofa." He started darting questions at us and Kunikida just answered them all within one sentence. "Dazai isn't coming back." I wiped the tears off of my face and sat down. Ranpo just stared at us confusedly. "What do you mean 'not coming back'?Why are you both so injured?" He asked. I answered the questions "port mafia. They took dazai. And they tortured us along with an executive of their own to lure him in." I just clenched my fist and Ranpo used deduction to find the location of where he is. He saw a hallway leading to a double door, within it, a sleeping ginger.
(Chuuya)
I woke up to the sound of the door opening. I'm guessing it was Dazai. "Morning, chibi!" He shouted at me in his dumb voice and sat on the bed at the other side of the rather large room. Since the double freaking door was opposite my bed, anyone that walked by while it was open could have a clear view of whatever I'm doing on my bed, reading, sleeping, listening to music, you name it. "Where were you, shitty Dazai?" He just smiled at me and took off his dumb coat. "I was doing errands for Mori. Y'know, just dealing with some people who took a few weapons from the port mafia. Not anything big." I was surprised. "How did you just start doing bad things even though you have been on the side of good for over two years?" He replied without hesitation," Odasaku is the only reason I was on the side of good to begin with. Ofcourse I will miss the agency alot. But I don't want to bring the whole mafia down so I will just do it. I don't want to make the whole mafia turn on me." So he missed the agency..he is just doing this to 'nOt GeT hUrT'? Asshole.
"Chuuya." He said in a cold voice.
"Yeah?"
"I know that what I said made me seem careless, I'm sorry."
"And why are you apologising?"
"Look, okay? I only tolerate this place because they would have killed all of the people I hold dear in life if I didn't. It wasn't a choice, chibi. But I just.." He walked over and held my hands tightly, but not painfully.
"Why are you doing that-"
"Chibi."
"What?" Worry was starting to take over. I was panicking. What happened to make him act like this!?
"I can't just stay quiet about this."
"Dazai, I'm getting both annoyed and worried, whatever you are trying to say, just spit it out already!"
"I love you..chibi."
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Bloodshed (Skk)
FanfictionWhat if dazai was forced back into the hands of the mafia? Well this is a book about that. Warning! This book contains mentions of suicide, torture, swearing, gore and boyxboy. If you do not like any of these things, do not read. Credit to artist...