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

Chapter 9

Dazai gestured at the door to the office where the President currently is. He knocked, then opened it for me after the approval, and we entered the office. The President is sitting on the wooden chair and looked up shortly with a serious expression.

"Oh? I see, so you guys have solved the case?" The president questioned.

"Yes indeed, and it went successful. Albeit most of the work was done by Chika chan." Dazai looked at me with a grin, and whispered in my ear, "hand him the report." I handed the President the report.

"I've already heard everything from the chief, and I can't deny the fact that you're very impressive in completing the case so profoundly as your first task." He complimented while looking through the report as I thanked him, which he gave a small nod in return. He then looked to Dazai, which Dazai interpreted as to going closer to the President. He handed Dazai a thick envelope, which I'm sure is undoubtedly the payment. After receiving the envelope, the President dismissed us, motioning us to go home. Oh yes, it's my home now, unbelievable, isn't it? Just within a few days, I've got the capabilities of a normal teenage girl, with stable shelter, food, and even a job.

On the way back, Dazai took a small amount of the money out and stuck it in his pocket. Then he handed me the envelope, with the rest of the payment included.

"Here's your share of the payment."

When I attempted to grab it, he stretches his arm high in the air above our heads, where I couldn't reach.

I narrowed my eyes and opposed in a slightly irritated voice, "What's that for? Aren't you gonna give me the payment?"

"No no, not until you agree on something."

"What is it?"

"Try a new suicide method with me."

I stopped walking and turned to look at Dazai in curiosity. "Oh yeah? What is it then?"

"It's the exit bag and inert gas method. To fulfil the requirements, inert gas needs to be kept flowing at 15 litres per minute (Lpm) for 40 minutes to be confident of ending one's life. Which means that a minimum of 600 liters of inert gas will be needed. It's thoroughly painless too!" Dazai explained with delightfulness.

"I assume it's either argon or nitrogen then? Since they cause no pain."

"Bingo! Helium could also be an option, but its death rate is just not as high."

I signed, "oh quit the nonsense Dazai, it's purely the worst-case scenario. Such a terrible state to die in, I would much rather die peacefully."

Dazai just laughed at my comment. To the stupidity of the conversation.

The night expanded as black angel wings, protecting the thin yet unique relationship between Chika and Dazai. They are like the fireworks in this velvet dark, the blaze that dares to light up the night, erasing all existence around them. It was only them, just them.

Chika would go to school, and then work at the agency afterwards, interacting with her fellow subordinates, completing errands. She had also met Atsushi and Kyouka after their return from the mission, they were sure kind people in Chika's perspective. Spending time with Dazai was also no exception, Dazai would constantly ask Chika to accompany him with suicides from time to time, but of course she didn't do it with him, since they were all just too random and wild, though, Dazai never took them seriously too. Chika is a person who wanted to accomplish something before death, she wanted to fulfil the desires inside her heart which she's even unsure of herself. During their interactions, the two formed a special yet unspeakable feeling towards each other, where they secretly hid deep in their hearts.

Several tranquil days like these continued, increasing Chika's knowledge of the newcomers in her life, and the knowledge of the peculiar girl to everyone else. Everything was all well, until Friday afternoon, when Chika discovered a black envelope inside her bag when packing...along with a handgun...

My hands released the bag unintentionally, letting it drop to the ground. Luckily there was no one around since it was already after school, if there was, they would've seen the gun sticking out. The familiar senses rushed through my body, and with trembling hands, I picked up the bag, placed it on the desk, before taking the disturbing envelope out.

Should I open it? Or should I not? The two options were like an angel and demon on each side of my shoulders, discussing the situation nonstop, turning it into a quarrel. Undoubtably, the demon won, and my hands started to rip the envelope, unfolding the carefully creased paper. Cold sweat ran down my forehead as I start to read it:

You're taking too long. Not even killing your relatives reminded you of what you are here for. I give you 12 more hours, complete the mission before this, otherwise consequences will hold.

My hands crinkled the paper while reading it. I had the wrong idea the whole time, Dazai wasn't the one who killed them, it was the organization who did it, and even made it into a mafia way to accuse Dazai. Such helpless mindsets. I folded the paper back into the envelope and placed it in the deepest part of the bag with the loaded gun. Looks like war was starting.