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Gone, all gone, all of the good memories. All with a simple action, for the sake of a deceased's wishes. It's all forgotten, with a simple glass of wine.Posted : November 11th 2023 — 11:21 AM
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author note: hi! sorry this is really random and rushed, i don't usually write for chuuya, i felt the need to write something like this in an emotional sense, if you get what i mean. The way it's rushed really frustrate me, but i really don't feel the energy to fix it. I'm posting it to share, incase anyone would somehow enjoy reading this, it's not something i really worked on for long, the characters will probably be out of character. Nontheless, i hope you'll enjoy it despites all! I'll get to your requests soon i promise :') I have been struggling much more with my personal life than before, i hope you understand, take care!
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Another day at the armed detective agency, a place you really loved, you really care for the people there, and they care for you too.
Today, you didn't have a lot of energy, you weren't really motivated, but you had to keep your chin up, you had an important mission today apparently, kunikida, your blonde haired guy colleague talked to you about it. You weren't here during yesterday's meeting, so you don't really know what all that is about.
You walk to your desk and look at the papers on it, it seems like you arrived earlier than Kunikida, which is... something. You sigh.
You stared blankly at your papers.
You miss Chuuya, you miss him a lot. You used to be in the port mafia with Dazai, and you both escaped the mafia and worked to save lives together, to follow Oda's wishes, it's been so many years.
But you still miss him.
Even today, you kept dreaming about spending time with him again, you barely even got to spend time with him since, even when the armed detective agency joined force with the port mafia. And he seems to be hating your guts since, you understand why, if your team mate would betray you, you'd feel the same. So you really feel selfish that you have to feel this way, it's been so many years and yet you still dream about it. This feeling just gets stronger and stronger inside your chest, and you feel like burying yourself alive.
"I'm sure he doesn't think about me as much as I think about him anyway" you thought.
You started to read the papers on your desk, and you checked the time. Why were you there before everyone else? Well, honestly, you felt like going to the armed detective agency at 4 am, and your ability allows you to do so, they call you the one that should have worked at a bakery.
Your mission was put there, Kunikida already put the papers there for you- or was It Dazai who pushed his missions to your desk again? It's true that you don't usually get 50 missions with the deadline of 5 hours, jeez, saving the world is easy but annoying.
You left the agency to complete your first mission.
The cold air hits your face, it reminds you of Oda, his cold dead body. You gulp.
Even after all these years, you're not over it, you're not over all the memories. You still dream about everything. You felt like your brain was too much.
It's not like Chuuya dreamed of you the way you dreamed to talk to him like it was a treasure. Sometimes you kept waking up in your sleep because of that.
But you had to accept it, you're not selfish, you can't control people, if they don't like you, than they don't. If they like you but don't dream about you the way you dream about them, miss you the way you miss them or think about you the same amount you think about them, then that's just your issue, everyone is different. Atleast the detective agency is there for you, until the very last moment when they won't be there and it'll be too late.
And it turns out that today ended up to be your last mission ever in this life.
Did it even matter in the end?
It's not like anyone think about you as much as you think about them, did you need people to think about you? Did you need him to think about you? Was that it?
