Dazai Osamu x Chuuya Nakahara Fanfiction Book

He Loved Women (incomplete)

Dazai was undoubtedly in love with women.

What was there not to like about them?

They were so fragile, innocent, soft, pure, cute, and he could never hurt them. Every woman in Dazai's life, he could play right under his fingertips.

People will argue that women and men are no different, that the only difference between them is their privates.

But that's simply not true.

Women are motherly, nurturing, loving, and soft. It's their nature, it's what they do. There can be some out there that can come off as more "out there" due to upbringing, but always at the end of the day, Dazai has concluded that all woman hold as least a grain of mustard seed of nurturing in their hearts.

Men are the opposite.

Men are "out there." Loud, vicious, powerful, controlling. They want to be the head of the household, to have everything spik and span, ordered and controlled by their own hands.

Dazai hated men.

They were always know-it-all's. Too-good for nothings, and just utterly disappointing every time he got the chance to even speak to one.

Dazai loved women.

"My lady, would you do a double suicide with me?"

"W-what?!"

Then he'd be slapped, and he'd be grateful for the red mark on his skin. He'd touch it, and let his finger glide down the stinging burn.

He always had an image in his head— a dream. A dream that he would marry a gorgeous, long black-haired woman in his early 30's. Her name would be Mei, or something. They would be married, and drown themselves together in a river a few years later, to prevent themselves from suffering in the world of bills, taxes, and the pains of getting too old to even remember one another's names.

"I'm gonna text your address to each one of the women's hearts that you broke." Chuuya had muttered out of annoyance on their mission fighting the guild.

Dazai had looked up, a stinging pain suddenly in his chest. "Actually... can you not do that?"

"Are you serious?" Chuuya said, a bit speechless. "You're so ridiculous." He shook his head.

Dazai knew he was ridiculous for it... but honestly he was busy enough with the ADA, and he didn't need over 50 women knocking on his door in the middle of night, and leaving him in the morning with bruises all over his eyes and body from beatings with purses.