23rd of October (Soukoku)

Chapter 2, after work

Thursday night 2nd of october

After dazai finished his work, Kunikida has stoped by his office and gave him a short esay to wright. Dazai took the work in over exaggerated, bedraggled, movements, sighing and groaning.

After a few minutes of lecture and directions, Kunikida left Dazais dest and walked away to do his own paperwork.

Dazai hated paperwork. He really did, but this was the last paper and he couldn't wait to go home. So he set out to finish it as wast as possible.

'Today was so very underwhelming' , he thought to him self as he finished up the last paper. He fliped it over and wrote, ansered question, ect until he was finished.

Dazai quickly finishes his work and packs up to go home. He picks up a few pens, his work, (which he gives to Kunikida who seens to be sort of suprised at his fast paced work), his phone, and his journal.

The journal that contained of his notes from that morning.

He finished packing up, put his jacket on, and left to go back home.

When he gets home, he unpacks his stuff and finds his notes from earlier. Whether he kills himself by himself as a singular sucide or not wasnt decided as of then. Dazai had thought that he would most definitely think about it, and then get bored, so sleeping on it was probably the best idea at the moment.

He continued unpacking and getting ready to do whatever he was planing. After he  finished unpacking he conveniently got a knock at he door.

"One moment!",  Dazai shouted from accros the room. He stood up, only knowing about 3 people ot could be, and one of them was dead.

As he walked over towords the door, he continued thinking about who it could be.

The knocks became faster and angrier. He might know who this was. He smirked.

"Chuuyaa~" He said exaggerating the last two letters mockingly as he opened his front door for who ever it was.

And sure enough, it was the smaller, red-headed, mafioso.

Without permision, Chuuya bardges into his home.

"What the fuck bandages, cleen your fucking living room!" Chuuya said in discust grimacing at the room he was standing in.

"Is your whole fucking house like this?!" he shouted looking at Dazai with a questioningly angry glare.

Dazai answerd with silence. He wanted to ask what he was doing here, but couldnt bring himself to do it.

"Have you eaten? Changed your bandages? Showered? Anything?" he asked with a sharp tone in his voice. Ah, right, Chuuya did this thing every month, on a random day, he would check up on Dazai.

Again, Dazai answerd with silence. At that chuuya grew more and more angry as the silence went on.

"Dazai!" Chuuya shouted, grabbing his collar and dragging him downwards. "Answer. My. Questions!" He yelled one again, as if the loss of height would make him answer the questions thrown at him.

Dazai didnt want this visit be go on any longer than was necessary, (not that the check-ins werent appreciated, he just was busy that day and needed to come up with painless suicide methods) he looked Chuuya in the eyes, cleared his throat, and stood up straight.

"I have'nt eaten yet, I was about to." He lied

"I haven't showered or changed my bandages in 2 days." Dazai stated and took a step back.

"Now that you've ruined my whole afternoon, how about you leave my house." Dazai said nonchalantly and opening the front door for the shorter man.

Chuuya looked offended for a moment, put up a bag on the top of his fridge, and left.