CURSED SUICIDE (MxM)

Chapter 17

DAZAI POV

Spying was never fun in Dazai's opinion. It was annoying and boring. He wasn't one to stand in one place for long amounts of time. Especially not when his target was doing nothing but lay around, tanning under the scorching sun. And Dazai was sweating bullets even under the shade of the palm trees. He could always reveal his presence and confront Kenjaku. And that part of the plan was getting preferable.

Or Kenjaku could save him from the misery himself just as the curse was getting ready to do.

"How much longer are you planning on spying on us?"

Bastard.

"I thought maybe you would burn. Like vampires." Dazai patted his dark coat from the dust and stepped out of the comfortable shade. Now the sun was hitting him directly and making things worse. The bandages weren't helping.

"I'm sincerely sorry to disappoint."

Kenjaku's smile was something vile and ugly. Or should he say Suguru's? Satoru would shit himself if he was here. But he wasn't and Dazai felt free to mirror the smile.

"All's forgotten already."

Dazai strode forward, hands in pockets and his most nonchalant facial expression. He needed to be careful in this situation because Kenjaku was a being alive by using cursed energy. The moment it disappears, he dies. And Dazai didn't want to kill him just yet.

"Make yourself comfortable. A fellow monster is always welcomed." Kenjaku moved to the side, pushing Jogo in the process so he could make space for Dazai.

"You consider yourself a monster, Kenjaku-kun?" Dazai hummed, patting Jogo on the shoulder.

The curse screamed. Part of his shoulder was slowly disintegrating into pieces. Dazai's ability was eating it away, spec by spec, one inch at a time. And Jogo was screaming and trashing around, trying to get rid of the invisible power that was his executor.

Kenjaku didn't react, his eyes locked with Dazai's. They completely ignored Jogo until the curse was nothing but a memory.

"He wasn't the brightest tool in the shed."

"I gathered." Dazai smiled.

Next, he knew Mahito was running towards him, bending his body in unnatural angles and screaming profanities. Tears were streaming down his pale face, stitches breaking and repairing themselves in different places.

Dazai didn't flinch away from the attack, smoothly dodging to the side. And Kenjaku was doing nothing to stop him or to help the blue haired curse.

So Dazai did the only thing he knew how to do best. He used No longer human, dodging Mahito and tapping him on the back. The curse died.

Disappeared.

Vanished.

Kissed life goodbye.

Kenjaku laughed.

And he kept laughing. Dazai joined him. Because why wouldn't he? Laughter used to connect him with Mori, especially after a particularly heavy mission. Much to Dazai's displeasure.

"You're a funny man, Osamu Dazai." Kenjaku made a show of wiping a tear from his eye. "I like funny. But you're also dangerous. And I don't like dangerous things. I suppose you have questions for me now, feel free to ask."

"Were you the one who brought me here?"

"No. I believe you helped yourself on my beautiful island."

"That's not what I asked."

Kenjaku offered a mocking smile.

Dazai didn't let the annoyance show on his face.