BSD Oneshots -Ranpoe, Soukoku, Shin Soukoku-

Final Message (Soukoku)

TW: Suicide and swearing, if either of these trigger you, please love to the next chapter! <3

[Also this is an angst chapter <3]

Chuuya POV:

I felt my phone buzz from my pocket, groaning as I assumed it'd be Dazai as usual. I slipped my phone out it my pocket and clicked the notification. I felt my heart drop and my blood run cold as I read the message. 'Chibi, we've been through a lot together, we've fought and we've loved, and I've enjoyed the time spent with you. I'm sorry for hurting you when I left the Port Mafia, but I'm glad you were willing to forgive me. I've always made jokes about suicide, how much I've wanted to do it, and I've always tried to. Nobody ever took it seriously. I'm sorry for this. Please know that none of this was your fault, and please remember me. Don't forget or replace me, or at least not too quickly. I love you Chuuya. Goodbye.'

Dazai POV:

Tears hit the phone screen as I re-read the message I had sent Chuuya. My eyes drifted to the pile of letters I had left for everyone. I smiled slightly remembering all the happy times I had with everyone, but my smile falters as I look back at the message.

I place my phone down next to the letters, and carefully climb onto the chair. I pull the rope around my neck, letting out one last sentence. "I love you Chuuya." Before I kick the chair down.

Nobody POV:

It had been a week since Dazai's death. Chuuya had locked himself in his apartment, cutting contact with everyone. All he could think about was what he'd seen when he opened to the door to Dazai's apartment.

Chuuya POV (POV from the day Dazai died):

The room was messy and covered in empty alcohol and pill bottles, a pile of letter addressed to people layed on the coffee table beside his phone. And then I saw him. Hanging in the middle of the room, neck broken with a rope hanging around it, and a chair that had been kicked down layed near him.

He'd actually done it. I sank to my knees, screaming and crying. I pinched myself, praying it was a dream, and that I'd wake up in Dazai's arms and he'd tell me that he was fine and it was just a dream. But nothing happened. His neighbors heard my screaming, and upon seeing me crying on the floor and Dazai hanging from the ceiling, immediately recognized it was suicide.

They called the police and took me outside, not wanting me to see his body. But I already had. I had seen him hanging from the ceiling, I had seen his broken neck, and the chair that had been kicked over.

When the police arrived, they looked disturbed seeing the state of his apartment, but carefully untied Dazai's corpse and carried him out. An officer approached me a few minutes later. "Sir, are you Chuuya Nakahara?" I quietly nodded. "He left you a letter." She handed me the letter and walked away.

I slowly opened it, immediately feeling warm tears running down my face as I began to read. 'To my Chuuya, you might've expected this, or you might be upset, and I'm sorry if it makes you cry. This might just seem like some stupid dream, but it isn't, this is reality. Please don't forget about me. I love you Chuuya. Not even Death can change that. - Dazai Osamu'

Nobody POV (present):

Chuuya slowly approaches Dazai's grave, a bouquet of Orchid's, Rose's and Jasmine's in hand. He lays the bouquet down against the grave, before slipping a gun out of his pocket. "I'll be with you soon Dazai. You left me once, this time I'm coming with you."

A loud bang, the sound of a body hitting the ground, and then silence. Chuuya was dead. Layed beside his lover's grave, the bouquet splattered with blood, a gun in hand. Love really can make people do crazy things.

***The End***

A/N: Should I do a second version of this where Chuuya saves Dazai before he can do it? Or do you guys wanna stick with the just angst version? Tell me in the comments! <3