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Oh Dazai... (S/A Warning!)

Word of warning, this chapter will have suicide attempts and descriptions of self harm. If you feel uncomfortable with this, please skip this chapter and stay safe everyone!

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Dazai Osamu was a secretive man. He had never told anyone about himself, he was always wearing some sort of mask to hide what he called 'an inhuman being' beneath them. He didn't even bother to tell anyone about his birthday, for it was another painful reminder that he had lived yet another year. June 19th, that was the day of his birth.

It will also be the day that he dies.

The beaming sun had set over Yokohama, a sight to see for tourists and locals alike. He lay faced down in his bathtub, the red-tinted water overflowing as his bandages came loose, and his final thoughts whirred through his head. Then he was met with abyssal darkness.

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"Has anyone seen Dazai-san today?" Kenji asked, curious of why the odd man wasn't in.
"Oh yeah, I haven't seen Dazai today. What about you Mr.Kunikida?" Atsushi turned to face Kunikida who had his face buried in his laptop, filling in particularly boring case files.
"That lazy bastard is probably at his apartment, avoiding his work as much as possible." He said frustratedly. "If he was here, I wouldn't have to do so much work! If I even got him to think of working in the first place..." he muttered the last part to himself.
"Should we go check on him? I don't know were he lives though." Atsushi suggested.
"If it makes you happy, I'll check on him when my shift is up." Kunikida sighed, he always had a slight soft spot for the younger agency workers.
"Thank you Kunikida!" Kenji and Atsushi said in unison.

The day was fairly boring, paperwork, case files and occasional threats from Yosano in which everyone fled the office until she disappeared back into her own room. Ranpo was showing off after cracking 'a hundred' more cases while waving around a lollipop.
It was just before sunset when everyone started to pack up, Kunikida magically didn't need to stay later than usual and he packed his bag with everyone else.
"See you guys tomorrow!" Atsushi called behind as he and Kyouka left. Everyone else exchanged friendly goodbyes and Kunikida locked up the office.

"Hmm... I'll get there in two minutes if I speed walk then I should still have time on my schedule for my evening stroll..." Kunikida mumbled to himself while walking down the darkening streets of Yokohama at a speedy pace.
As he predicted, he arrived at Dazai's apartment building  in two minutes and thirty-eight seconds (due to a faulty cross-road). He walked up the stairs to the fourth floor of the dark and damp building. He knocked on Dazai's door three times.
No answer.
He tried again with the same result. And again. And again.
"Ugh open the damn door Dazai!" He half yelled, carful of the neighbours.
He remembered Dazai telling him about the keys under his doormat in case he misplaced them and although he knew that it was an invasion of privacy, for Atsushi's sake, he had to make sure that Dazai was ok.

He opened the door to an unsettling sight. There were bottles of various types of alcohol littered around the corners of the room, a dusty, black sofa was placed in the middle of the room with a cracked tv on a shelf in front of it. In the kitchen, the sink was overflowing with dirty plates, glasses, bowls and cutlery and...a knife was out on the counter?
Kunikida realised that the knife was stained red and he knew that he needed to find Dazai instantly.
"Dazai?"
"Dazai?!" He asked more frantically, looking around like a madman.

Kunikida checked the bedroom with a stained-red futon in the middle of it. Dazai's wardrobe seemed to be the only clean thing in his house.
He then went to go look in the bathroom, his steps gaining speed as he desperately looked for his coworker. He opened the door to see something absolutely horrific.

Dazai.

Dazai was lying face down in his red stained bathtub, one arm was hanging out of the bath awkwardly, his bandages had mostly fallen off and Kunikida saw shredded, bruised and bloodied skin.
Kunikida stood there in complete and utter horror until he snapped out of it and rushed to Dazai's side.
He heaved the limp and scrawny body of his coworker out of the bathtub and noticed that it was almost stone cold.
He preformed CPR on Dazai's chest and even tried mouth to mouth until with a heave, Dazai gasped for oxygen, throwing up bloody water as he did so.

"H-Hey, hey, it's ok. I'm here. I'm sorry f-for not getting here sooner." Kunikida said shakily, his glasses were on the floor next to him, his hair was sticking up at odd angles, his waistcoat was unbuttoned and salty tears streamed down his face.
"...K-Kunikida?" Dazai asked after catching his breath.
"Oh Dazai..." Kunikida held Dazai close, tears still running down his cheeks and now Dazai's own were too.

Dazai didn't question why Kunikida was there, how he got in or why he saved his life but instead, clutching onto his already scruffy suit for dear life, enjoying the first genuine hug he had had in years.

"I-im sorry."

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880 words!

A long one today chaps! Two in one day too! Awhyhow, I live for angst and I thought as a very late birthday special, I could write some much loved Dazai angst! Hope you all enjoyed :D