Double Black

and you'll wait (for me) at the end of it all

A/N: this fic has BSD manga ch 106.5 SPOILERS!!

Gravity was such an interesting concept. 

According to the official definition of gravity from NASA, Gravity was the force by which a planet or other body drew objects toward its center. The force of gravity kept all of the planets in orbit around the sun.

In his personal life, Dazai was familiar with someone who could manipulate gravity. Someone who was so apt at controlling the nature's wildest element, yet he was someone who refused to entirely rely on his ability to so. Someone who insisted on gaining expertise in the martial arts, just so he wouldn't be rendered useless in any case where he was robbed control of his ability.

It was funny, because Dazai was the only one who could make that happen. Lay the gravity manipulator out in the open, bared of any control he had over his powers, and by extension, on himself. Despite the obvious disadvantage that person had when facing Dazai, the two of them have always stood side-by-side, back-to-back, taking care of each other because they knew nobody else would.

Nakahara Chuuya was perfect to him in every way imaginable. 

As a realist, Dazai would insist vehemently that true perfection did not exist. The concept of perfectionism was subjective, idealist and created by society to cause flawed human beings into depression. Considering all human beings were flawed in their own ways, it was a single hit attack. 

'Perfect' did not exist, but the subjective version of the concept existed within every aspect of Chuuya. To Dazai, at least. That little shortie was absolutely beautiful, annoying, fiercely passionate and most importantly, loyal. Even when he was probably better off letting certain people go. 

Perhaps Dazai would never stop believing that he was one of those people that Chuuya ought to let go, even when that little hatrack strongly denied such silly perceptions of his. It wasn't something that could be helped, in his opinion. 

Dazai was better off alone, freefalling by himself into some sort of never-ending abyss. Like a one way path to Tartarus. He's always thought that. Everyone supposedly had somewhere they belonged, and maybe for Dazai, that place was his own desolate little world. 

Even now, while he genuinely fell through the sky, encased within one of Meursault's elevators, that is what he believed.

He'd kept his promise to Sigma; made sure he'd get out of this alive, pushed him out of the elevator when the opportunity presented itself. For the rest of it, Sigma didn't really have a role by himself. After all, till the very end, Dazai had kept his cards close to his chest; just the way he kept his enemies closer than his friends.

Sigma knew nothing of his plans, even though he'd told him that the rest was left to him.

But to be truthful, there were certain things only Dazai could do. Right now, saving the Agency was one of them. His ever-so annoying colleagues were definitely not waiting around to be rescued; they were surely trying their best to get out of their situation as soon as possible. But they were unaware of the entire circumstances. Which is why Dazai was required out there.

He could pull the strings from his prison cell only for so long, after all.

But most likely, that wouldn't be so easy anymore. Getting out, that is. He was trapped in a freefalling elevator after all. Moreover, the height of the fall was definitely in some miles. The elevator shaft was as deep as Meursault itself, logically speaking. By the time the elevator came to a stop, Dazai had no doubt he would be crushed by gravity.

A very ironic end to his life, considering the most important and cherished years of his lifespan were accompanied by someone who literally manipulated gravity. Ah, how cruel! To have him basically die by his partner's hands, wasn't that just so cruel?! The universe truly hated him, it seems.