Secrets Of The Past

My tired body

As they were returnig from another mission, he came to realize how cold he actually was. He could barely stand, and his limbs felt like they were about to fall off, because of how tired he was. 

The others didn't appear to be any better. Ichiro looked like a zombie, only judging from the way he was walking. 

Shizu's hands were shaking. Her eyes looked as if they had been made out of glass. She kept murmuring quiet words to herself in an attempt to calm herself down. Shuuji guessed that her final strike had affected her worse than he'd first thought.

She was the one who had killed him. The boss. It was her first kill. Nothing can prepare someone for this. Shuuji knew that all too good. They all did. At least their parents were happy.

''A true Tsushima does not fear death. Wether it's given to you, or you give it to someone else. Be it friend, fiend or family.'' 

That's what their father always told them. Sometimes he wondered if their parents even loved them. Then he'd laugh at himself and think that that'd be just silly. 

Every parent loves their child.

Right?

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As they were returnig from another mission, he came to realize how cold he actually was. He could barely stand, and his limbs felt like they were about to fall off, because of how tired he was.

Dazai has known this feeling for a long time. Too long if you'd ask him. Of course if you'd actually ask, he'd joke his way around answering the question.

The world seemed to darken. Like a mist of shadows has lain itself around him. What was the meaning? The others didn't appear to have noticed it. A hallucination maybe?

Atsushi interrupted his train of thoughts.

''Is everything alright Dazai-san? You seem distracted.''

He looked at the boy. What would he know? He's only 18. He's too young to understand. They all were.

He smiled.

''Of course.''