Bungo Stray Dogs Oneshots

💔Empty Arms - Sokoku💔

Okay omg guys hi I actually had motivation?? This was a request from one of my friends:3
Tw/ S/icide, s/lf h/rm, a/use
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~Dazai's POV~
I lay in my bed, sulking. Remembering all the pain, all the trauma. Mori abusing me both physically and emotionally. My arms unwrapped, free. I stare at them, the words "slut", " whore", "tool", and others along the lines are sprinkled in with the scratches straight across.

Some of them didn't heal properly, you could see that based on the scar it left. Some of them were thick and white, although some still had the puss. Most are old scars, from years back. But some remain just a few minutes fresh.

I'm tired. Of course wanting to kill myself is the thing I'm known for, if only they knew just how serious I was. I decide that instead of my normal antics, I guess it's time. It's time I say my final goodbyes, it's time I leave this wretched world and all the horrid people in it.

The only bearable one was Chuuya. Unfortunately, he just wasn't enough to keep Dazai here anymore like he had in the past 6 years, and he's not here to stop the taller brunette.

I grab my rope from under the bed and I grab a stool from the kitchen. I tie the rope up and into its loop, hanging from my ceiling. I climb up on the stool, my shoes clunking on the wood. I place the rope around my neck. It tickles a bit, the frayed parts of the rope barely brushing my unbandaged skin. I reach up and itch it. The last time I'll feel my nails scratching against my skin. The last time I'll see this room, feel this rush.

I my hand into my pocket and pull out my phone. I see the background on my phone and giggle. Chuuya, up on the counter trying to reach the top shelves. He's so cute.

I pull up the audio messages between us. I hit play on an old one. "Dazai... Please don't do anything. I love you so much. Don't go." The audio continues like that for a couple minutes. Dazai sat there, phone in hand, rope around his neck. Tears streaming down his face. The last time Dazai had a plan. Chuuya ended up finding out about it and panicked.

I smiled to myself. Tears still fell down my cheeks, and I can't quite tell what emotion is causing them to spill. After hearing Chuuya's voice one last time, he was ready. It was his time. He slipped his phone in his pocket, and took a deep breath. And then, he took that final step.

~Chuuya's POV~
I unlock the front door, and step inside, locking it behind me. It's weird though, I haven't been tackled by that waste of bandages. "I'm home!" I yell, waiting to hear a door, footsteps, or *something*. Silence. Something is wrong.

I quickly rush to the bedroom, and before I open the door, I get a horrible feeling. I can hear the windows open. I don't hear his normally heavy breath when he sleeps. Fear is the only thing I can manage to feel. I open the door, and freeze.

There, in the middle of the room, hangs my fiance. Swaying in the air, a thin smile on his otherwise blank face. Eyes staring straight past me, all muscles relaxed. I let out a scream and collapsed.

............

I awake in a bed that's not my own. I hear voices, though faint. All the images from the night before flood my mind at the same time. I let out a blood curdling scream, and try to get up. To go see him, as if it was a dream.

Hands hold me down, but I don't care. I manage to wiggle free, only to realize I'm not at home. I'm in headquarters. I sob, falling into the arms of Kouyou.

............

I sit on the floor of my room in the dark. Wine glass in my hand, broken wine bottles scattered on the floor. Today marks the 5 year mark without my fiance. It never seems to get easier.

This was actually so fun to write. Feel free to leave requests!