CURSED SUICIDE (MxM)

Chapter 1

*Dazai*

Dazai died. Or at least he tried to. Seriously jumping from the Port Mafia's building wasn't one of his best decisions but oh well. He wished for a painless goodbye and yet as he thought about it smashing on the cold pavement didn't sound that welcoming.

As he was falling to his death, he took a quick look towards the city beneath him. It was beautiful, it has always been but something from this view made his heart sting. It was really going to end here. He didn't know why he waited that long. After Oda's death nothing was the same. Even four years later he could still feel that empty hole growing in the pits of his stomach. Life really didn't have a meaning.

He felt sorry for one thing though – leaving Chuuya behind. Arahabaki wasn't one of the friendliest companions and since Dazai wasn't going to be there to stop him, the ginger would have to learn to suppress the god on his own. Ah. He didn't get the chance to mess with his partner's wine collection for the last time. Oh well.

Dazai closed his eyes, letting the wind ruffle his hair as he readied himself for the impact. That was going to hurt. He hoped he could break his neck first.

The brunet sensed the ground coming closer, he inhaled for the last time and held his breath. But the impact never came. Dazai shot open his eyes, something in him twisting with irritation. Who dared to save him again? Was it that angry short bastard again? Or was it Mori and his obsession over the him? He was going to make sure that human never walked on earth again. The audacity of some people amazed him and annoyed him to no ends.

The brunet sat up, feeling the ground around himself. He squinted his eyes. This wasn't the old grey cement in front of the Port Mafia's building. What the fuck. Did someone teleport him with an ability or something?

Dazai got up, brushing his dark coat and coughing awkwardly. He scanned the environment around him. Where the fuck-?

He was in a forest. A fucking forest in Gods know where. He stopped breathing for a moment, staying completely still so he could listen at his surroundings. There were no animals nearby and a whole lot of energy radiating in the air. The unknown energy was bending and flowing like water, he could feel it and yet it wasn't like an ability and he couldn't see it. Shit. Dazai frowned, releasing his ability so he could coat himself with it, leaving the new energy out.

Dazai clicked his tongue, feeling his guns under his coat. His weapons were still there and that somewhat reassured him. This surely wasn't what he had in mind when he thought of dying. When he was about to take a few steps forward he felt a presence behind him. The brunet stopped in his tracks and put both his hands in the air, slowly turning around.

In front of him now stood a buff man with shades and a beard. He looked intimidating and Dazai decided not to attack yet. The man wore a black uniform, which was covering his whole body. In that hot weather? The brunet quickly looked him all over, taking in every detail, relaxing his face in a small smile.

"And who might you be?" The man took his hands out of his pockets and let them hang next to his body. He had huge hands but a gentle touch from what Dazai could see. This man didn't fight that much.

Dazai pondered on the question for a few seconds, letting his mind slowly scan over pros and cons about telling the truth. Then he decided – half lies, half-truths.

"Osamu Dazai." He introduced himself, taking a few steps forward and dropping his hands down.

The man frowned, before introducing himself as Masamichi Yaga. Dazai was sure to remember the name.

"Ah then, Masamichi – san, would you tell me where I am?"

Yaga frowned even more, pushing his shades higher on his nose. He looked like he didn't want to tell him so Dazai smiled innocently. The brunet slid his hands in the pockets of his pants, accepting a more relaxed stance. Challenging the stranger wasn't going to do him any good.