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Dazai's Stray Cat

Dazai closed the door behind himself, letting the grocery bags fall to the ground. Closing his eyes, he let out a sigh of relief, the morning grocery run, that he was forced to go on after finding out Bingus' food spoiled and he had run out of any clean bandages, finally done.

Taking off his shoes, he looked around for the brat that he decided to take in, but he sees no-one. That's weird. His cat usually comes to greet him any time he comes back home. Maybe she didn't hear the door opening? Or maybe she's asleep?

He walked further into his apartment, now searching with his eyes for his brat, listening for any sounds of claws against his hardwood floor, but nothing.

Leaving the heavy bags on the counter, he decided to look for her at her usual spots around the apartment. the fact she didn't come to greet him was weird, sure, but for the apartment to be completely silent? It filled Dazai with a weird sort of uneasiness. He searched on the couch, under the bed, in the cat tree, behind his pillow, under the blankets, in his wardrobe, under the bed again, but all he got was some fur and the newfound knowledge that Bingus apparently likes to steal his socks. So that's where they all went. But Bingus herself? Nowhere to be seen.

Dazai tried to stay calm as he checked under his table for the third time. He listened for any sounds her paws can make, he called her name, but nothing.

When he tried very loudly opening a bag of her favorite treats that he bough for her and Bingus didn't show up, he knew something was wrong. Shit.

But where could she have gone?

There's no way she could have left, he's sure that he locked the door- he always does- and it's not like she could grow legs and arms to open up for herself. He also sees no signs of anyone breaking in- Chuuya or anyone else. One might say that Dazai himsel is the person that likes to break in into each other's apartments more, but honestly, they might be even in this aspect, even if Chuuya will deny it till the day he dies.

And he's pretty sure that he closed all the windows... right?... right?

Turning around on one leg, his first destination is the kitchen, and indeed, all of the kitchen windows are closed shut. And so are the ones in the living room. The ones in his office are closed and locked.

He opens his bathroom door- and voila. He left the bathroom window open. Fuck. He comes closer to the window, inspecting it, and indeed his few shampoo bottles he had put on his windowsill have definitely moved. They haven't fallen, but they definitely moved.

Shit.

His apartment is on the second floor, but looking outside, Bingus could have definitely jumped onto the pavement from here. He had seen her jump from a third floor, this would be a piece of cake for her...

Fuck.

Fuck Fuck Fuck.

Dazai moved the shampoo bottles back to their original position, his mind already running with both figuring out where she could have gone, what he should do, and sheer panic.

His cat is one of Dazai's few weaknesses. During his two years underground, while running from the mafia, he had found her starving and being eaten alive by flees and ticks. She had only been a kitten back then, 2 maybe 3 months old. He hadn't planned on keeping her, not being in a great place himself, he simply bought her food for the night, got rid of most of the flees and ticks, and the next day he wanted to take her to a pet shelter, to more experienced people, people who know what they're doing, but it sort of... Never happened.

His position had been compromised, and he had to quickly run to get away from the mafia members after him, his plans at taking the, back then still nameless cat, to a shelter already in the wind.