Undercare|| Fyozai

•Chapter one

•1919 March

•Russia, Moskova

"How vodka is even this cheap are you sure its not poisened?"

"Its not even cheap Dazai."

So. The brunet looked fown at the liquid fromt him again like a guilty child, playing with the rock ice with his fingers that was cocered in gloves. Mihail just shot a suspicous and confused look at him.

This was wierd. Mihail knew Dazai from 3 years ago when he came to Japan for a gift for his brother and met with Dazai due to findşng a dying boy by a river. In Dazai's words Mihail was a man who is unfortunetly naive and too attached to his brother, Fyodor Dostovesky.

Mihail sighed and straighed his back while taking a sip of his drink and closing his eyes, trying to remember why the fuck did they choose to drink and talk outside the shop.

"You dont have to speak you know, my beothers rats are everywhere, i know what happpened." Miheal semi-proudly says that makes the brunet - oddly - a little more reviled and also makes him rolls his eyes.

"I know. Your brother is all you talk about..." Dazai mutters as he takes a sip of his vodka too, turns his head to the side to watch the white view of the city covered in snow more. He was freezing. Definatly freezing. Slightly shaking and his finger tips were rosey pink like his nose and ears too.

"Your ears are red, thats cute." Mihail makes a coment of the brunets ears faint color of pink becouse of the cold again and Dazai didnt know why he kept refering to this, why always his ears.

Should he be insecure or something?

Dazai squirms his eyes in annoyence and with his elbows on the old table he covers his ears with his hands that makes the blond laugh more, making Dazai more annoyed but instead Mihail takes off his white ushanka hat and with a gentle pat places it over on Dazai's head, making his eyes a little wide.

With the fluffy tecture on his head, back of his ndck and now the ushanka covering his pink ears, Dazai looks back to Mihail who is just smiling at him. "You remind me of my brother, i bet you guys would get along, it scares me how similiar you two are."

Dazai's expression slowly empties and she puts his hands back on the table as he just stares at Mihail. He is too naive.

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So Dazai was right. As they wrre in the market with Mihail a robbery was done and Mikhesl was too naive and maybe its a curse but jumped to the scene, acted like a hero and hot shoot like a hero.

Infromt of Dazai.

So now Dazai was standing at a door way with a 3 year old piece of paper in his hands, his half body covered in blood and its now even his blood. He luckly made it to protect the ushanka from Mikheal's splashing blood but his face way warm with the blood dry on his skin and white cloths unfortunetly white,pink and red.

Dazai felt lucky and also cursed becouse how wierd it was ro still have the piece of paper of Mikheals adress in his pocket to hsi way back to Russia, apperintly he cant run back to Mikheal - who Dazai sees as a good piece of friend and a good information - and now he has to announce his dead to his brother and wish they really get along lile Mikheal said so he can stay with him until everything is clear and he can ho back to Japan but for now he only needs to know on the door.

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•yes i may be keep this story going.

•Mihail is real life Fyodor Dostoveisky's older brother.

•the dates are very importent in the story!!

•yes this was kinda bad and short becouse i write this at 3 am becouse i had a nightmare and i cant sleep back now.