Bungo Stray Dogs Oneshots

The Aftermath (SKK)

Chapter 109 Spoilers!

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Chuuya felt a pain in his head before his vision returned to him. At first, he couldn't tell what was really happening. he placed his hand to his head, wincing and making a small hissing noise. The bright florescent lights made the headache worse, and for some reason, his ears were ringing. One felt clogged - like something was there. He lifted his hand, and froze. An earpiece.

The second thing that he noticed was the gun in his hand.. and then the blood. there was a puddle on the floor. He followed it to the source with his eyes.. where Dazai leaned against a wall, his body limp, his eyes closed. His hair hung in his face in that way that Chuuya had always simultaneously loved and hated. He was completely limp.. he almost looked asleep. In fact, he did look like he was sleeping, minus the blood that pooled around him. The bullet holes in his shoulder and between his eyes.

Chuuya's immediate instinct was to drop the gun. He ran towards Dazai, his eyes wide. He felt his breathing speed up, his eyes went wide. He could feel his heart rate speeding up.

"D..Dazai!? Dazai, you moron, open your eyes!" He screamed, shaking Dazai by the shoulders. No response. No movement. Nothing. His hands were trembling. "..no.. no, no, this isn't happening..."

"Well done, Chuuya." The earpiece. He had forgotten about it. The voice continued. "You followed my instructions perfectly... Though he must have nullified the vampirism before he died.. the sneaky bastard."

"You..!" Chuuya shouted. He instantly recognized Dostoevsky's voice. His voice trembled and his words caught in his throat. He was choking up. "You.. you asshole.. you killed him!"

"Oh, no.. I didn't do anything, my friend. You did. You were the one who pulled the trigger, no?" Dostoevsky's laugh seemed to echo in Chuuya's ears. His breathing sped up. He would never. He said he would all the time. He constantly said he wanted Dazai dead, but he'd never meant it. He never meant any of it.. yet there he was. He felt sick to his stomach. He had been the one to make Dazai's dreams come true. Or.. half of them anyways. He swallowed back the lump in his throat.

"When I get my fucking hands on you, you rodent, I'm going to-"

"What? Hurt me? Sentimentality does not suit you, my friend." Dostoevsky sounded amused. He found this funny. He was laughing.

"I'm not friend of you! You killed him! I... Fuck.. he must've been hurting.. Dazai-.. Dazai hates pain..." His voice faded into a whisper. He held back a sob. Suddenly, he felt anger. "You asshole... I know you have some kind of plan! Wake up! Open your stupid eyes and help me beat the shit out of this guy, will you!? Get your ass up! Open your eyes!"

Dazai didn't move. He didn't grin or fight one off. He didn't take a breath. His heart didn't beat. Chuuya leaned his forehead on Dazai's shoulder. "Wake up. You dickhead... I'll.. I'll fucking kill you..."

"Bit late for that, no?" Fyodor was laughing more now. A sadistic, overjoyed laugh that only pissed Chuuya off more. He slowly stood up.

"...just wait until I find you, nasty Rodent. I'll fucking kill you.. and then myself."

"And why would you try that, Nakahara?"

"...because I killed someone I care about again. Dazai..- no.. Osamu was one of the last few people who truly understood me, and who I truly understood..." He gave a sad, sarcastic laugh. "Get ready, Dostoevsky. I'm coming." He crushed the earpiece in his hand, turned, and left the room.

Fyodor watched on the camera as Chuuya left. He looked to the next one - but it cut out. They were all suddenly failing, the images replaced by static. He grinned.

"This is going to be fun."