Two Suicidal Maniacs - Dazai Osamu x female oc(Bungo Stray Dogs)

Chapter 1

There's a certain someone who has been long erased, but the colossal memory of Yokohama lives her existence.

The ruddy glow of sunshine lightened the midday sky. Enclosed buildings and moving people, it was a wonderful view of Yokohama. This wasn't something that you would see every day. It felt like an embrace followed by rebirth. Despite the delirious portrait, I was kept conscious waiting for a particular someone. Oh- there he is.

The man below looked up at the building to see me standing high on the slightly slopped roof. His hair was blowing roughly in the wind, and his brown eyes fixed on me, confused. Must've thought 'a suicide attempt?'. I couldn't think of a better way to attract that suicidal maniac himself. After a few seconds, he casually walked into the building away from my sight. His demeanour wasn't clear, but was that a sneer I saw?

With a shorter amount of time than expected, a slim figure was already behind me. He took step by step until we were paralleled on the edge of the red-brick building.

"What is such a young lady doing up here all by herself? One wrong move could result an unchangeable consequence you know?" The man first spoke. It was mumbled, the wind was too violent that day. Just like the situation we were in.

"It's a nice view isn't it? Won't be bad for a last sight before hell." I answered.

"Wouldn't it be a waste to end it by yourself? Why not make it a two." He added in a low voice.

"Are you proposing a double suicide to me?" I followed.

"Oh, don't be stupid. This level of height would only result in the hospital for a few weeks." He laughed at the comment. I stayed silent. It was intentional for him to figure it out.

However, suddenly without preparation, with force, he pushed me off the railing. Acting quickly, I grabbed the edge as firmly as possible, but there was a stinging pain coming from my leg. He didn't try to help me up but didn't interfere form crawling up. Only gave a hand when I was almost off the air.

My heart was still pounding hard when I collapsed on the floor, and he looked rather satisfied. My leg was bleeding bad, it must've gotten scratched when pushed down. The man then lowered himself until we were eye levelled, but slightly higher, showing authority. Then grabbed my nape and pulled me close, we were only breaths apart. His cold expression made the warm afternoon dull and intense.

"Whatever you were trying to achieve wasn't the best choice. You could've gotten hurt severely like just then." He said brutally without much feeling. The tension only grew.

He then released me from his temperature-less hands and got up. He held a hand out, as an invite for me to stand alongside him.

"I'm Dazai, Dazai Osamu." Dazai said with a smile. The smile differed from the atmosphere before. It was welcoming and genuine. I accepted the hand, but stumbled from the pain. However, he caught me with ease before I had the chance to fall again.

As I got up, I mumbled, "I'm Chika. Chika Haruno..."

"It's a nice name. Don't waste it on something stupid." Dazai replied. I looked at him. He had a face of sincerity, both nonchalant and sentimental. I can't determine the feelings behind that face. It looked as if they were numb from the reality of this world. As if they've seen through everything and accepted them in disappointment.

I questioned whether that was moral, but it was already not when the thought came up. With the support, we headed for the door, away from the last full portrait of Yokohama at its peak.

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