Furciferous || Soukoku

77|| Rewriting Our Stories

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Welcome to the new chapter ^-^! 

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I hope you all are doing good ^-^! 

Wow! It has already been a year since I started writing this story lmao! And it still is not finished T^T! I'm really bored of this story welp T^T!

We will peek into Dazai's inner world for a little in this chapter! 

Warning! 

Slight (very very slight) mention of past child abuse! Even though it is very very slight I wanted to give a warning because as you all know, I have no tolerance to hate comments or insults. 

If you read the chapter, enjoy ^-^! 

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Dazai sighed, his hand resting on his swollen stomach. It was his first pregnancy, six months in, and he was both excited and terrified.

The weight of responsibility settled heavily on his shoulders as he contemplated the life which was growing inside him. Thoughts of sleepless nights, endless diaper changes and challenges of parenthood flooded his mind.

As he gazed out of the window, Dazai couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. He had always been known for his carefree nature and nonchalant nature and nonchalant attitude towards life, but now, with impending fatherhood looming over him, he realized that everything was about to change.

His thoughts wandered back to his own childhood. A tumultous journey filled with abandonment and loneliness. Dazai had woved never to let anyone experience the same pain he had endured and yet, here he was, about to bring a new life into this world.

The excitement bubbled within him as he imagined holding his child for the first time, feeling the warmth of her tiny body against his chest. He longed to witness the innocence and wonder in her eyes, to be the guiding light in her life that he never had, but beneath the excitement, a wave of fear washed over him.

Dazai couldn't help but question himself. Would he be a good father? Could he provide the love and stability that his own childhood lacked? The memories of his own struggles haunted him, Reminding him of the mistakes he had made and the pain he had caused others. How could he ensure that his child would never experience such darkness?

Dazai walked toward the mirror and glanced at his own reflection in the full-length mirror. He was in his sixth month of pregnancy and his body was finally beginning to show that he was going to be a father soon. He had a small baby bump and had started to show the tell-tale signs of pregnancy, such as morning sickness and fatigue.

Becoming a father was something he had never imagined for himself, yet there he was, embarking on this unexpected journey.

As he gently placed a hand on his growing belly, Dazai marveled at the miracle unfolding within him. He wondered what kind of person his unborn daughter would become, what dreams she would chase and what challenges she would face in this world. A surge of protectiveness washed over him, vowing silently to shield her from harm and nurture her potential.

Dazai's eyes filled with tears. Chuuya had been so supportive throughout this entire journey and he was scared of letting him down. He imagined his daughter growing up, her tiny hands grasping onto his finger, her innocent laughter filling their home. He envisioned her taking her first steps, uttering her first words and embarking on her own unique journey through life.

However amidst these hopeful visions, a wave of fear crashed over him. The world could be a daunting place, filled with uncertainties and challenges that he himself had experienced firsthand. Dazai knew all too well the pain and heartache that could come from chasing dreams and facing adversity. He didn't want his daughter to suffer the same way.

His mind drifted back to Chuuya, his lover who had stood by throughout their journey together. Chuuya had been an unwavering pillar of support, offering love and encouragement even during the most difficult times. Dazai couldn't bear the thought of disappointing him or failing as a father.

As the baby kicked inside him, Dazai let out a faint smile. Soon, their bundle of joy would be here and he was more ready than he could ever have been.

The sensation of those tiny feet reminded him of the miracle which was growing inside him, a symbol of their his love and commitment with Chuuya. Each kick was a gentle reminder that their lives were about to change forever and he couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of anticipation.

Dazai had always been known for his enigmatic nature, his dark past was often overshadowing any glimpse of happiness, but now, as he felt the fluttering movements within his belly, he realized that this new chapter in his life held the promise of redemption and a chance at genuine happiness.

Dazai had spent years battling his inner demons, haunted by the ghosts of his past. Yet, with each kick from their unborn child, Dazai found solace in knowing that he had finally found someone who would love him unconditionally other than Chuuya. This little one would be a beacon of light in their lives, guiding them towards a future filled with joy and purpose.

This unborn child represented a fresh start. A chance for Dazai to rewrite the narrative of his life. It was a beacon of light pierced through the shadows of his past and illuminated a path towards redemption and healing. No longer would be defined solely by his inner turmoil; instead he would be guided by the love and innocence.

Chuuya hugged Dazai from behind and put his hand on Dazai's growing belly. "What are you thinking?"

Dazai leaned back into Chuuya's embrace, feeling the warmth and support which was radiating from him. He took a deep breath, his thoughts were swirling with a mix of hope, fear and determination.

"I'm thinking about how this child gives us a chance to start anew." Dazai replied softly, his voice was filled with a newfound purpose. "For so long, I have been haunted by my past mistakes and the darkness within me, but now with this little life growing inside me, I have an opportunity to rewrite my story."

Chuuya's grip tightened around Dazai's waist as he listened intently. He understood the weight of Dazai's words and significance which they held for both of them. In that moment, it felt as if time had frozen and all that mattered was the connection between them.

Chuuya knew that Dazai carried a heavy burden, haunted by the shadows of his past, but now, in this moment, Chuuya realized that their future held the promise of redemption and healing.

As they stood there, embraced in each other's arms, Chuuya couldn't help but feel a surge of hope was coursing through his veins. The child which was growing inside Dazai represented a fresh a start, a chance for them to break free from the chains that had bound both of them for so long.

Together, they would create a new narrative, one filled with love, warmth and joy. They would build a home where their child could thrive and grow without of their troubled pasts. Chuuya knew it wouldn't be easy; they would face challenges along the way, but with Dazai's newfound purpose and determination, he was confident that they could overcome anything.

Even though it didn't seem so, Chuuya had always believed in the power of love to heal wounds and transform lives and with Dazai by his side, he knew they had a chance to rewrite their stories and create the future filled with happiness.   

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I hope you enjoyed the chapter ^-^! 

I will update the next chapter tomorrow! If you love my story, please stay tuned ^-^! 

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See you in the next chapters >~<! 

Note: This story will be finished in 105th chapter. Right now I'm writing chapter 93. I want to finish this story already T^T! I'm really bored! Because of my obsession I can't continue to another story T^T!