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Rage. The one feeling he never believed he could feel this easily. Needless to say, Dazai Osamu has been upset before. It's a natural emotion for any being that walks this earth. But he never expected to feel such fury to a point where he would lose all self control.

Dazai's head hung low. His short, dark brown wavy hair was left tousled; bangs covering his deep brown eyes. His tall statue towered over the dead bodies surrounding him as silence engulfed the atmosphere. The occasional dripping of blood to the floor from his black trench coat, along with the quiet pitter patter of the rain outside was the only thing that could be heard.

Moonlight shone through the tiny window situated on the wall to the right side of the only respiring human in the room, illuminating his striking features even more.

Dazai Osamu was upset. Pissed to say the least. Yet to him, those words would never truly describe the immense feelings of anger and violence bubbling up within him. To him, to Dazai Osamu, the one word that was as close to portraying the cause of his blank mind, was rage.

Crimson blood painted his frame, trickling slowly into the vast puddle of mixed DNA below his feet. The metallic, yet sweet smell of said substance encapsulated the air. It suffocated him.

Despite his uncontrollable fury, Dazai's face remained void of any visible emotions. Even as he gazed upon the now ensanguined ring upon his left hand, his expression never changed. He studied the engagement ring on his slender finger for what seemed like the thousandth time through his left eye that wasn't bandaged up. Remembering the events which led to the situation he found himself in made his bloody hand shake.

He was alone.

Alone yet again. The only difference between now and then is that this time, he is the cause of his suffering. He is responsible for what happened to her.

The vivid, grotesque memory of her decapitated body in his hands made him want to puke. He hastily covered his partly chapped lips with his right hand and clutched his stomach with the other, bending forward slightly. However removed his hand quickly after he managed to taste the very same sanguine fluid that had stained his hands prior to this moment. He stood stiff for a moment but eventually felt tears forming in the corner of his eyes as his mind finally took in the incidents which had occurred that night. For the first time in a long time, Dazai felt....

Sad.

Heartbroken even.

However, before he could bask in his sentimentality, the door to the dark basement he was in burst open.

"DAZAI!"

Rushing in came the members of the 'Port Mafia' - the underground criminal organisation based in Yokohama which Dazai was apart of; an executive to be exact.

The horridly strong stench of blood made almost everyone's noses scrunch up immediately upon their arrival in the room. Despite being part of the Mafia, where blood and gore is as common as breathing air, most were unfamiliar with this disgustingly sweet stench of the metallic substance lingering in the air.

Nakahara Chuuya, a fellow executive as well as the brother of Dazai Osamu's former fiancée, was the first to recognise the sweet scent and immediately grew furious.

Running through the lake of blood decorating the basement's floor like a carpet, Chuuya grabbed Dazai by his collar violently pulling him down.

"WHERE IS SHE?", Chuuya hollered angrily, panic and worry evident in his voice.

The other members watched the duo intently, a worried complexion displayed on the faces of those who managed to identify the sweet smell of blood.

Seeing how unresponsive Dazai was, Chuuya began to grow more agitated.

Chuuya shook Dazai aggressively as he barked at him, voice cracking slightly at the end, "DAZAI I'M NOT PLAYING AROUND HERE! WHERE THE FUCK IS MY SISTER?!"

Dazai's devoid eyes stared down blankly into Chuuya's grey ones, making the shorter male flinch slightly at the sight of his lifeless orbs.

"She's-", Dazai broke off at the end, tears falling down this cheek.

Tears of his own welled up in Chuuya's eyes. He bit his slightly trembling lips and looked down. Orange hair covered his visage, not wanting the others to see him so vulnerable. His grip on Dazai's collar loosening.

"She's what...Dazai...?", Chuuya mumbled questioningly. He already knew the answer yet refused to believe it.

"Chuuya...your sister...she-"

Chuuya bit down harder on his lips to suppress the sobs that planned on echoing out of his mouth. His hands that previously clutched Dazai's collar fell limp beside him.

"...Y/n...she's...", Dazai was sobbing at this point.

The younger Nakahara's ears rang painfully. Mind void of anything except the words muttered by his sister's fiancé. Body marginally trembling. Fist clutched tightly to the point his knuckles began to turn white.

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Nothing in the world could have prepared Nakahara Chuuya for the words the man in front of him was about to say next.

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His tear stained hues grew wide as the salty liquid poured from his eyes onto the floor upon the two words Dazai had uttered.

"...she's dead."

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Published: 29.08.2023