The Worst Mistake Ever (Soukoku)+18

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First fanfic +18 I'm writing, and it's the first fanfic in Inglish that I've ever wrote, it's so damn cold in here, I might as well give someone fire (in the ass) to warm we all up, hope you gay people like it:))
-Ass. PiperPieLover

Chuuya Nakahara went back to the arcade with Osamu Dazai, he seemed to be in a good mood, or at least as calm as Osamu allowed him to be, since he was constantly annoying Chuuya and making him get angry, but this time, Osamu was being oddly quiet, something that was enjoyable for Chuuya in short time, but very worrifying in a long period of time, why was he so damn quiet? He wondered, Dazai was simply looking at him with a pleased/amused expression, what was so enjoyable for him to watch? Those thoughts made Chuuya loose his focus and he ends up loosing the game that they were playing, "Game over"

"DAMMIT!" Chuuya yelled, "I WANT A SECOND ROUND! You cheated!" He said while looking at Osamu in a angry way "I cheated? Your the one who doesn't know how to loose Chuuya, you should have learned how to, after your third game over hahahah!" He said, teasing Chuuya "AHH!? YOU DAMN EMO LOOKING ASS! YOU OBVIOUSLY CHEATED! YOU MADE ME LOOSE MY FOCUS!" Chuuya's yelling would call some attention, but it seems the ones who came to the arcade frequently already were used with these two, "How would I even cheat? Last week you said the same thing! Maybe if you got taller your brain could grow a bit too!" It was somehow pleasent to see the two of them argue and discuss like kids for once, act their age for once, sadly all that's good doesn't last long.

Seven or Eight long years have passed, years that have been quite cruel to Chuuya and a bit less evil with Osamu, the teenagers who were 15, are now 22

Chuuya had a good day, at least as good as it could be, to finish the day well he opened a bottle of wine, just like he did for the first time four years ago when he was 18 (Minimum drinking age in Japan being 20 years old), the very same day that Dazai had left the port mafia, it didn't mean anything to him, or at least that's what he wished, remembering that date just made him have another glass of wine, "celebrating", that's his way of saying he was drinking his loneliness off, he was already a little bit drunk, only enough to make him speak in a bit of a funny way, that's when he hears his phone ring, "Great, is it Ane-San? Or perhaps Akutagawa?" He mutters, his lips that were a bit red from the wine open slightly and his eyes widen a bit, he was receiving a call from the "Blue Mackerel"... It was Osamu, he didn't even know why he didn't delete his phone number, and Osamu didn't even used the same number from seven years ago, even so, he had to answer, he takes the phone and picks up.

Osamu didn't show up at the agency that day, he was getting everything he needed for his plan, he waited until it was 11 p.m, almost midnight to call his ex partner, Chuuya, he knew what day it was, the anniversary of when he left the port mafia, and he knew that Chuuya was going to be a bit drunk, that's why he couldn't take too long to call him, otherwise he'd take longer to get sober

". . ." Chuuya didn't say a word, he wanted to be sure if it was Osamu or if it was just a joke, "Chuuya~ are you there?" It was Osamu's voice, the same voice from 7 years ago, "You dare to call me so casually after so much time!?" He yelled, some people in the bar look at Chuuya, luckily there were very few people there, most of them already drunk "Awww did you miss me? Cause I didn't! I was wishing you were dead!" Osamu said making Chuuya annoyed that he didn't went straight to the point neither apologized "The fuck you want Mackerel?" He could make up a better insult, he could if he wasn't a little bit drunk already, so be just read how Dazai was saved in his phone contact as, "I wanna met you, see if you actually still as short as a five years old!" He teased Chuuya, not wanting to say the actual motive "And..I want my reward for winning our bet! Obviously" bet? What was he talking about? Chuuya wondered, Osamu really knew how to make him get angry "Fuck off and die, I'll kill you with my bare hands you damn bastard" he said angrily "Ah Chuuya! Would you really kill me? How swee-" Chuuya hung up before Dazai could finish, he drinks the wine that was in his glass and fills it once again, he stays there for one more hour, at this point there were two empty wine bottles and another one half-empty, Chuuya was complaining, calling Osamu names out loud while hitting angrily on the table, the bartender would stop him but, Chuuya was one of his most frequent clients, AND an executive ar the port mafia, so he had an idea "Uhm, excuse me Mr. Nakahara.. here's the bill" the bartender gave him a paper with the three wines he had asked, costing over 700 each, "Whaa..? I didn't ask for it yet!" He said, the bartender sitting beside him a bit hesitant, "Look, you come here since you were 18, and this is the first time I've saw you this angry, all because of that weird phone call, I might be wrong since I heard only one side of the talk but, this person seems to have a big effect on you, perhaps you should meet him, well but anyways, here's the bill, we will close soon, it's almost 3 a.m" He said while getting up and going back to the bar, hoping Chuuya would forget this, Chuuya on the other hand, he took the hint, "leave already", but what the bartender said actually made sense, should he really go and see what Dazai wanted? With all that wine he wasn't thinking that straight, "What am I even doing?" He questioned himself as he waited in front of Osamu's house, with the half empty bottle of wine in his hand, taking a big gulp of wine while waiting