Before the Dawn

Chapter 3

inspo by: not_spacey_bastard <33
4:47AM, the ground under the tires rumbles, the bullet holes in the reinforced truck let tiny rays of light shine through. Dazai gently caresses Chuuya's tangled hair, brushing against his wounded skin. Ironic how life always finds a way to bring them back together. Distant blaring of sirens comes to a halt where the only thing that could be heard at the moment was the engine roaring steadily. Just as the brunette starts nodding off, the right back wheel of the truck explodes, covering them in debris as the truck begins to swerve. A chunk of the truck being gone, it becomes harder to hold on. Chuuya's head jumps up in shock as he frantically starts looking around the truck, Dazai puts his arm around his torso and helps him up to his feet, holding on to the side of the truck.

"What the fuck is happening ?? I nodded off for a minute..!" - Chuuya tears his voice in panic.

"I don't know, it looks like our enemies are being attacked, we can't let our guard down yet. Here! Grab on!!" - Dazai exclaims

Chuuya grabs a metal chunk sticking out of the truck and lets go of Dazai. They hold on for dear life as the fierce wind threatens to pull them off the metal. The redhead scans the environment, sticking his head out to see what's following them. At that moment, a car accelerates past them and matches their speed.

Their smooth driving never fails to avoid the swerving truck, sticking right by its' side. Nothing less expected from Kyouka.

"Dazai!! What is the agency doing here!?"

"They've probably caught on to my plans already, were detectives after all. They've come to get us out of my mess."

"You idiot!! This is the last time you act on your own, you squandering machine!" - Kunikida shouts from the passenger seat.

Chuuya scoffs and grabs Dazai's forearm and jumps off the side of the truck. Using his gravity manipulation, he lands on the car's roof and does his best to hold them both on. Dazai pulls Chuuya inside the car, minding his still-bleeding wounds. They speed off as the truck tries it's best to follow them, gunshots landing on the car. Kunikida uses his notebook to manifest an explosive, swiftly throwing it on the truck. Kyouka steps on the gas as they escape an exploding truck.

"There's no doubt that's all of them. We're only safe for a bit, we need to drop you off where they won't find you." - Kunikida says as he presses his fingers on the sides of his head.

"Why? Are they only pursuing us?" - Chuuya lets out a sigh

"Out of all the gifteds from our respectful groups, they took interest in you. Hence why they were transporting you in a secluded vehicle in the middle of nowhere. From all these roads I've memorised in Yokahoma, I can't exactly tell where we are." - Kyouka explains while looking at the mirror, still paranoid of someone following.

"Despite all that, it's still dangerous for us to stay together like this. We need to keep you safe but also keep you away from the rest of Yokohama.." - Kunikida exclaims in frustration.

"The abandoned train station of Yokohama. One way in, one way out. That's where this road ends."
- Chuuya explains.

"Would make sense if we stopped there.. They wouldn't expect us to get there if the truck was lost on the way." - Dazai reasons it out

"As long as you don't get spotted, it's a good enough hideout until we group up our resistance. Recover, we've brought you many supplies for rehabilitation. It's our best choice" - Kunikida says sternly as they make the turn to the terminal.

Chuuya leans on the window, a thin pane of glass seperating him from the light rain outside, the dark cloudy sky along with fierce wind creates a comforting ambience. Spacing out through the glass, he spots a sleeping Dazai in the reflection. The tiny opening for the wind to come through rustles his hair, covering and uncovering his eyes, which make him seem like deep in sleep. Chuuya scans his scars and untangled, blood-seeping bandages covering him. They desperately need to take care of themselves, these wounds aren't getting any better soon. Heh.. Dazai would probably enjoy that.. Chuuya pondered to himself. Wearing bandages is nothing new to him. I still wonder why.. After a minute Chuuya slowly puts his hand on Dazai's arm, without alarming him, gently unwinding the bandages. The bandaged freak suddenly shuffles, inhales deeply and proceeds to stretch out his arms above his head, which doesn't really work out as his height inconveniences him. Chuuya puts his hand away and continues glaring through the window. Dazai yawns and looks in the hatrack's direction, admiring how focused he looks. As he opens his mouth to say something, the car stops.