A Present And A Goodbye

A Present And A Goodbye: Chuuya's Last Mission

To all of the love and care,
I always see in my dreams,
You are my light, my life and glory.
But I am sorry,
That I made you all gloomy
But do accept this apology
And live a life full of serendipity.

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'I am so sorry.'
Chuuya drove through the place where he ordered his men to bring all of the people that were on the files that Mori gave him. He drove calmly, sipping on his large Cappuccino. He already finished up his croissant.

He arrived, and he went down through the basement-also known as his playroom. He went inside his ability emerging with the glow of red. 'Gravity Manipulation: The Tainted Sorrow.' As he might call it, his shoe heels clacking as he went inside the wide dimly lit room.

Inside there chained and tied up all of the people-of-crime, approximately for about forty of them, of course including the mastermind.

He asked one of his men if it's all of them and told him to report every details after his little 'play' with his 'playmates' ,and also to get out of the room.

Chuuya didn't waste any time and simply interrogated the mastermind while his ability kept them still. For his little supposedly 'fun' he just ended every person included on the gang, shooting them with his stun gun because they didn't look like someone who you can get information.

After he was done 'playing' by simply killing off every single one of them, muttering; "Pathetic..." he puts back his stun gun back to his gun belt (A/N: idek what am I saying here but oh well-) fixing his fedora hat once again and adjusting his almost falling coat while wiping off a small splattered blood on his face, as he walked back out of the room.

Despite all of that, a certain man still lingers inside his mind as he walk up at the basement stairs, (the one that looked like the one where they captured Dazai in the Port Mafia back in the days), remembering his petty insults that pretty much made him sad.

He went to Mori's office once again to report on what he did. As he did so, he went to his office room to wait for his trusted man's report.

While waiting, he took his phone out once again. He saw a notification, he clicked on it and found out that it was his Ane-san.

12:56
Ane-san:
Chuuya-kun, have you been eating lately?
I rarely got any messages neither calls from these past few days.

Chuuya:
I'm sorry Ane-san, and yes I've been eating (lies) I've been busy from the past few days.
How are you doing in Osaka?

Ane-san:
How are you lately? You do know that it was not your fault about- y'know.

Chuuya:
Ya, I know but...i-i wasn't there when he needed my company...
I know it's not my fault but still..... That idiot mackerel...

A sudden knock interrupted him and made him realize that terms were now running down his cheeks. He quickly wiped it off and saying "Come in." And told Ane-san that he needed to cut the conversation short, Kouyou understands him and sends him an "Don't worry! Call me later when you're done." and a, "Be sure to take care of yourself." The man came inside as he handed Chuuya the rest of their reports and quickly left after bowing.

...

"Chuuya~!" A man much taller than Chuuya called out to him. He's brown wavy locks swaying and framing the man's beautiful features.

"I'll be right back! I promise."

But it was a lie, the man never came back. And he will never and ever come back.

...

Chuuya suddenly woke up, with his head hurting, his heart beating fast, his brain going haywire. He was sweating, he felt sick, he felt nauseous even. That dream-no nightmare that has been haunting him that causes him sleepless nights, oh how much he wanted to erase that.

He went to his bathroom, went to the sink and turn on the tap. Lukewarm water flowing out of it as it hits the shiny white marble sink.

Chuuya dipped both of his hand and soaked his palm as to let the water in it. He used it splash eater on his sweating face as to calm his mind and heart down.

During the process, his curly ginger locks that framed his face also got wet. He turned the running water off, as he looked through the mirror, holding both sides of the white marble sink as he looked at himself at the clear mirror.

He looked onto his features, ginger locks were disheveled some are wet, eyes had been bags around them caused by tye sleepless nights that he had, some water droplets still on his face, eyes still watering from that nightmare.

He shoved his bangs up to get a clear view to his face, face pale from the lack of energy, deprived sleep, and lack of eating.

He looked pathetic-he thought, if only, if only he was still there, with him in his embrace, he would not feel any of these, he would not feel lonely, he would not be grieving and blaming his self from the loss of him.

Chuuya stopped his train of thoughts as he felt his cheeks warm up, tears were already flowing, he let out a frustrated groan as he clenched his fist, he hated this.

He went out of the bathroom, turning the yellow-whitish mini chandelier light off as he closed the white Birchwood door turning the golden colored knob.

He went back to his king-sized bed, flopping on it as he covered his body with the wine-red blanket to himself, reaching to his mahogany, bedside table to turn off the lamp.

"When will be the right time I will have a chance to meet you?..." he thought drifting off to another session of slumber.