Silver roses 【soukoku】

Chapter 12.

The next morning, Chuuya woke up at around 2O'clock. Their flight was at 6am, but they had to get into the airport 3 hours early, and he really didn't want to oversleep. 

He went over to Ane-san's room and knocked on her door, letting her know that he's up. After he heard footsteps from behind, Chuuya went back to his own room and went to the washroom. He washed his face and was about to brush his teeth when he realized that he'd packed his brush. Groaning into his hands, he went back out into the living room, and was greeted was a horrid sight. 

Yosano. 

The school nurse. 

In his living room. 

"What in the name of the living fuck are you doing here?" Chuuya asked, crossing his arms and looking at them. Ane-san flinched, she'd clearly not expected him to be out again so soon. "Chuuya? A-Aren't you supposed to be brushing?" She asked, her eyes shifting nervously. 

"I am. I forgot my brush in the bag which is why I came back to get it. But please, Kouyou-san, please tell me what you're doing with my school teacher." He said, glaring at both of them, again. 

"Uh- I feel like I should go." Yosano said from where she was standing. Ane-san looked at her hesitantly. "See you later, love." She said she she kissed her on the cheek. Yosano offered Chuuya a smile which the latter did not return. 

"Chuuya- listen-" Ane-san began but Chuuya cut her off. "I really don't care about who you sleep what. But honestly can't you just stop screwing people at my school?" Chuua snapped at her. He really didn't care who his sister slept with, because honestly that was fucking creepy. But she needed to understand that people had feelings. 

She couldn't just use them for her own gain. 

"It's not like that. I swear I'm not using Yosano." Ane-san said, her voice seemed a little desperate. But Chuuya had no desire of listen to anything she said. At least not right now. "I really don't care, and I have to be at the airport in an hour. I'm gonna go ahead and get ready. You can take a bath and I'll make breakfast."

Ane-san did looked like she wanted to argue, but she finally relented and let him go ahead. 

This day was off to an amazing start. 

Dazai didn't sleep. At all. His stomach had been feeling weird, and thinking about Europe didn't help. He didn't really want to annoy more people with his mid-night problems, so he decided to read a book. He had never understoofd the hype behind books. 

They were ink on paper. It was basically another form of lying, and you made people fall for your own words, while making them believe in something that wasn't real. It seemed cruel, and yet no one said anything. 

Humans were annoying to figure out, and some of them were especially hard to read. Dazai shook himself out of his thoughts and focused on the page in-front of him. He skimmed over the words, not really paying attention. He had a good memory, but this stuff wasn't worth wasting it on. 

"They played at hearts as other children might play at ball; only, as it was really their two hearts that they flung to and fro, they had to be very, very handy to catch them, each time, without hurting them."

That particular line struck his mind with an image of someone with hell-red hair and eyes as mesmerizing as the ocean. And his lips, pressed over his own, his bandages and those gloves on the floor- 

 Dazai snapped the book shut with a loud slap sound, while his heart frantically beat around in his chest. What in the flying fuck was that? 

He needed to stop reading these books about love and what not. Love was a painful illusion, and the truth hurt too much so no one really paid attention. People love lies when they're not hurting someone. Humans and their pathetic sentiment of self-righteousness.