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Talk it out

Everyone filed out of the theater to be met with an Italian-styled courtyard with an old oak tree in the middle of it. Sandstone paths direct individuals throughout the mystical place. The oak tree was decorated with paper lanterns that had animals on them. Lush greenie surrounded the yard climbing over the sandstone pillars. Rooms were on the left side and on the right side was a training hall. In the corner of the left side was an infirmary. All of the doors were made of wood with detailed craftsmanship. Across from the group was the dining hall. As the group walked through the courtyard, Kenji looked up to be met with a black sun above him.

"Wow! What is that?" He pointed in awe.

The group followed his line of sight. It didn't hit them that they were in a supernatural place until they looked up. They were met with a glass dome that seemed to shimmer with an eclipse in the center. The light it supplied was perfect, yet it felt off as they stared up at the sky.

Kunikida answered the question that was asked. "It is an eclipse, it's when the moon covers the sun."

"How long will it last?"

"Um...Well, I'm not sure."

The group stared a moment longer before continuing on. Dazai played with his pocket as the group worked their way to the dining hall, seeming to be searching for something. When he was done fidgeting with his pockets, he let out an "oh." Dazai turned to his mentee. "I think I left my book, in there. I will be right back. Check if they have canned crab and sake for me."

"Ah, yeah sure."

Atsushi watched as his mentor walked back to the theater, his coat dancing as he went back to the theater. The weretiger continued with the group, he looked on in amazement as Atsushi entered the dining hall. Wooden tables and chairs spacestly filled the main area with candles that never seemed to melt, sat on the walls. At the end of the hall was a kitchen with a server counter connecting the areas. Ranpo hastefully bounced over to the kitchen and started to go through the cabinets. Everyone followed suit with far more grace for their desired healthy/junk food.

"Maybe, I should make something instead?" Said Kunidiki

Everyone froze, mid-raid. Their stomachs desire something more than snacks.

"Oh, Chuuya can help you, he is a really good cook." said Hirustu. Tachihara started to look around the group. "Hey, where's Chuuya, anyway?"

Dazai closed the door to the theater. And was met with his ex-partner's intense gaze. His own hollow, like he dug out all the love and kindest, leaving an empty void where his emotion once lived. Sometimes Chuuya forgot how cold he could get but never how cruel, but by watching him with Atsushi, he knew Dazai was acting out of fear. It was humorous in a way, but he knew the black hole in his eyes was not a good sign; it was a reminder of the Dazai of the past. And Chuuya couldn't find enjoyment in Dazai's pain. Him and Dazai were two-sides of the same coin. A part of him hurt, but that part was buried under years of betrayals, putting up with the insanity he would put him through and being tasked with picking up the pieces after his departure.

"Oh, hey Chuuya . You must be enjoying the show." Dazai said in an overly cheerful voice, a smile playing on his lips, but it never reached his eyes as worked his way back to his seat.

"I greatly enjoy watching you squirm." He emphasized the word 'squirm' standing on the bottom floor. "However..."

"However." Dazai repeated, reaching his seat. Though his voice was the same neutral tone. The mafioso could tell Dazai wished him not to finish the thought. And he didn't.

"You really did get caught for a kid." He paused, disliking the taste of the words in his mouth.

"Is it truly that hard to believe?"