CURSED SUICIDE (MxM)

Chapter 11

DAZAI POV

"So what you're saying is, you want us to kill- "

"Exorcise." Gojo corrected.

"Kill." Dazai rolled his eyes. "Those things."

"Yes. You're getting it."

The three of them were currently being perched on top of one of the abandoned buildings in Tokyo's outskirts, looking at what had to be the ugliest thing Dazai had ever seen. Satoru had called it a curse. And the thing was disgusting.

"I really hope this one eats you, Chuuya."

"Bastard, I swear I'll push you off right this edge."

Dazai grinned, bringing his hands to rest at the back of his nape. He wasn't in the mood for fighting, much less killing or doing anything even closely exhausting. He missed the old days when he used to send his executives to do his job for him. A shame he was in this goddamn dimension.

"Chibi, if I kill more than you, you'll have to bark for the next five days."

"Bark!?" Chuuya was acting like the cat he was, hissing, showing his claws, trying to swipe at Dazai's head. Truly hilarious, considering the fact Dazai always called him a dog.

"Did you forget already? You're my dog for life~"

Before Chuuya could protest any further and potentially try to rip his head off, Dazai turned around and leaped off the edge. He let the familiar feeling of falling engulf his whole body, the wind whipping at his bare face and hands. The hope that he had managed to scare Gojo was too satisfying for him not to grin at.

The view was beautiful. Japan was always beautiful, no matter the universes. Maybe the people were making it grotesque and disgusting but the land and the trees were compensating for it.

Just before hitting the ground Dazai twisted his body around and successfully grabbed one of the metal pipes that was askew from the building's scaffolding. This thing sure was old and almost falling in on itself. Dazai could call it 'Satoru style' to be led to old places. Like the school. At least there wasn't ruble falling off.

Dazai used it to stop his falling body, putting himself in a comfortable enough position to land right on his feet. And he did, patting the dust away from his coat and looking back up at an annoyed Chuuya who was descending down from the building's side, thanks to his ability.

"Does everything have to be this extra with you?"

"I was testing a theory." Dazai grinned, grabbing at Chuuya's hat and running off with it, straight at the first curse.

He could hear Chuuya shouting profanities at his back and then chasing after him to retrieve his favorite item from his clothing.

Dazai threw the hat back, letting the wind take it and instead continued making his way forward. The ugly thing, that Satoru called a curse, saw him, slowly navigating its body towards him. This particular one was dark blue in color and had multiple legs, plus a few eyes with different colors that were all looking in all possible directions. Like a chameleon. Dazai gagged.

For a solid minute he really thought about turning around and ditching Chuuya to deal with them. Then probably he would visit the chibi's funeral, let a few fake tears fall, then visit the usual bar he used to frequent when he was younger. That would be honorable of him, for sure.

The thing locked its eyes on Dazai's lankly form, probably not taking him for much of a challenge, and shot right towards him with unexpected speed.

Dazai dodged to the side, coat flying behind his figure in a beautiful arc, making him smirk proudly at Chuuya. But the ginger was already off towards another curse and not paying him any mind. Dazai pouted.