Undercare|| Fyozai

•Chapter two

Dear Dazai,

I know its been only 2 weeks since you left my home, Russia, after put mission finished and you went back to your home country but i still couldnt stop my fingers from grinding and fimding the pen to write to you. I remember from our hour long talks that you only talk about two things, one; Mori the port of mafia boss that you refere as "old manhood" and your partner in crime Chuuya-kun. Two; the lowest ranked member of the mafia, Oda - i think- and Lupin bar. So becouse i wasnt sure where to send this letter i adress it to the Lupin bar, hopping that it will reach you and you can respound to my helpless rech out to you.

Mihail Dostovasky,
Date- 1917 June 2

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•Date- 1919 March 7.

•Russia, Kazan.

The brunet takes a deep breath, its not he is nervous but he is mot sure how a brother wpuld react to the others death and how he can invite himself in for the probly 2 or 1 year. But it wasnt the hardest task Dazai ever needed to complaish. And about Mihail's death, sure he was a dear friend of Dazai but he wasnt that importent for Dazai.

Knock knock.

Dazai counted, for 48 - almost a minute - there was no answer or sounds before Dazai heared soft and very silent footsteps from the other side of the of the door. It must be Fyodor. Dazai thoughed.

Dazai never met with Fyodor in person but in their letters a few years back Mikheal mentioned his brother a lot and the last few months Dazai heard the word "rats" from Mori's mouth as it was a curse and after a few later days he found out Miheal's little brother was acually an masterhead and was causing small but preparing damge to port of mafia with his "rats" all over the ciry and specially in Port of Mafia.

Dazai prefered to call Fyodor rat king just to annoy both Mori and Miheal.

The door opens firmly, to be welcomed by a sight of a tall man with pale fair unhealty skin like it never saw the sun or moon, long well taken care of violent hair, sharp tired and questining eyes and a similiar face. He didnt look bothered at all, he was more. Carefreely?

Dazai decided to speak first and put his useal happy-mask on, a soft cheery smile on his lips as he offers the piece of paper with small amount of dry blood on it to the other male. "Miheal send me here, i asume your Fyodor?"

The older man raised an eyebrow but didnt spoek and first reached out tot he paper amd trailed his gaze on the piece befpre fondling it and tuggimg it to his side pocket to turn his back, leave the door open as he walks in hsi own hause, to a room. As he calls oht to the brunnet with an suprisingly soft and craken voice as it wasnt used in months. "Right, and who is this with the terrible accent?"

Dazai eyed the hause, it wasnt messy but it wasnt clean too. Dazai taked his shoes of first them stepped in the apartment, "Dazai, Dazai Osamu. I was here a few years back for a mission with your brother." His gaze following the older man who Dazai feels a little wierded out by how he speaks to him like a younger one but he was sure Fyodor was older then him.

"I know who you are dear."

Wierdo.

Dazai blinked a few times, it been a long time someone called him "dear" and specially in Russian where the man he was speaking russian to suddenly swirched to english and used just one russian word, дорогой, means dear in russian. But Dazai only frowned a little bit, comfuzed but interested in the state as he followed the man in to the room he went in.

The room looked like a kitchen, while Fyodor was prepaering tea? For them? Dazai swoop to the scene and layed his elbows on the high conter as he watched Fyodor. "I like tea. Do you have tea?"

The wuesiton made Fyodor chuckle in amusement and raise an eyebrow in confuse as he turned his head to Dazai. "What do you mean? Im already prepearing tea?"

Dazai softly shaked his head and leans dmore to Fyodor to explian his point. Dazai didnt knew why but - probly becouse outside was freezing cold and the haıss was so warm - Dazai lowerd his guard quick and get more comfy in the small apartment. "Like dark tea, the Turks tea, 'çay'?"

Fyodor hummed and nodded in understatement but he just poured the tea to the already prepared tea cups calmly. He knew i was coming.

"I dont have it, but i will tell my rats to quickly grab it and leave it by the door tommarow."

"Tommarow?"

Fydoors dry thin lips curled in a satisfied smirk as he turned his head to Dazai. Was he aware his brother was dead? Dazai toughed.

"Your staying here for a while no? Its not like you have anywhere else to go. They will find you."

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•дорогой= dear in russian

•"çay" is an type of tea that was named as fully translate, "tea" and is mostly used in Turkey.

•the dates are very importent for the timelien of the story.

•for content Dazai was born in 1901 and he left the Port of Mafia in the year 1919.

•im thinking that the first paragraf of the chapter will be letters that Mikheal and Dazai smeded eachother years ago so the dates are again very importent.

•i hope you enjoy your day.