Brown and Orange - Soukoku

1

Dazai's POV

The rain was gently falling through the streets of Yokohama. I could feel the water drops seeping through my soft brown curls. We were on our way to a mission, one that Mori has specifically requested us for. I couldn't care less about the mission if I'm being totally honest.

I'm really only going on it to spend time with the light of my life. The reason I didn't end my life. The one that made me feel something other than numb. The one that braided my hair under the eclipse. The one who made me feel special. The one and only, Nakahara Chuuya.

"What are you thinking about you damn bastard" mood ruiner much. "Nothing important, just hurry up and drive your motorcycle. It would actually be better if we crashed" I could feel him speed up.

"First of all, I can just save myself with my gravity manipulation. Second, I don't give two fucks about whether you die or not" he replied. "Come on now, you know you didn't mean that Chuuuuuya" I cooed.

My hands were tightly wrapped around his waist as I was observing his slim face. How his ginger hair was flowing through the wind under his helmet, perfectly framing his face. How his freckles seemed to poke out under the moonlight. How his beautiful blue eyes reflected an image of the charming sea.

My thoughts were disturbed by the stop of the engine. "We're here, now get your ass off of me" he hissed. We were told to capture a specific ability user for questioning. The Port Mafia had some important files that were recently stolen.

To be honest, I already know where they are keeping the files. It's just amusing seeing Mori stressing out. I also don't mind going on missions, it's better than paperwork at least.

There was a metal door at the front of the warehouse. Chuuya decided to punch the door instead of going through the open window. It's entertaining seeing him trying so hard to break through an ability user bullet proof door.

"Damn it, why won't this door just open?" he grunted. "Hmm.. I don't know. Why don't we just go through the literal open window right in front of your eyes" I replied sarcastically.

"Can Chuuya not reach the window? How inconsiderate of me" I was met with a jab in my elbow. "I'm only 15, I'm still growing you bandage freak!" he shouted.

I climbed through the window that was actually fairly high up. "Are you sure you don't want me to help you?" I teased. "I'll actually kill you one day you annoying mackerel" he mumbled as he walked up the wall with his ability.

Why are there so many rooms? I mean the organization could have just made one secure room instead of twenty-one small and weak rooms. Small and weak huh, kind of reminds me of one specific person.

Instead of checking each individual room, I just blew the whole warehouse up like what any regular person would do. After all the walls were gone, there was one safe in the middle of what used to be a room.

That went better than expected, we didn't even have to take in the ability user for the files. As we were about to retrieve the safe, a figure suddenly spoke from behind us.

"Double black right? I've been expecting you guys" the figure smiled. We were given that nickname after we wiped out a whole organization overnight.

It seemed like a regular gifted to the bare eye, but how could a regular gifted steal our top secret files? While I was lost in my thoughts, a pair of octopus like arms shooted out from its back.

No, not just one pair. A lot of pairs. Either way, it shouldn't be too much of a trouble considering I have quite literally a nullification ability.

I approached it, attempting to touch one of its arms. Instead, I was met with a slap across the face with a slimy tentacle. "Hey Dazai, what are you doing you useless piece of shit" he retorted.

"I can't cancel the ability, my nullification doesn't have any exceptions. So, it must not be an ability" I replied. "Whatever, I'll just kill it with physical attacks then" he responded.

That age well. Each time a tentacle was destroyed, a new one took its place. It was almost like the thing was invincible. As Chuuya was trying to beat up the octopus looking creature, I was thinking of ways to properly kill it.

Tentacles and regeneration. I've heard about this thing. The Lovecraft, something that always regenerates whenever an arm is broken off. The only way to defeat it is from the inside.

Didn't the Lovecraft die from an old gifted thought? It was in the history books but whatever. I gave Chuuya a bomb. "Hey, put this thing inside of it and be useful" I handed him the bomb. "You're the useless one" he rolled his eyes.

Chuuya jumped up with his gravity ability and pushed the bomb inside of the main body. One. Two. Three. I pressed the remote to activate the bomb.

The Lovecraft exploded into tiny shreds. As I walked over to pick up the safe with the files, I suddenly felt a huge pain on my face.

The Lovecraft. A billion year old mystery sealed by an ancient Japanese ability user. Something that always regenerates whenever an arm is broken off. The only way to defeat it is from the inside. One with poisonous ink stored in its tentacles.

Poisonous ink. Poison.

My legs were starting to give out now, the venom traveling throughout my whole body. "What's taking you so long" he complained. "The arms are poisonous, this isn't a bad way to die you know? It isn't even that painful" I muttered.

Is death really going to fulfill my wish now? Out of all times? I guess this isn't that bad of a spot. People say your life flashes before your eyes when you're on the verge of death but that really isn't true. Maybe it's because I knew I wouldn't die so easily. The last thing I saw before I passed out was a concerned ginger catching me from my fall.

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Author's note
Chapters typically update once every few days. There may be double updates. This is a book of parallels, a book of time. Let me know if you have any questions!