They Will Call Our Crimes A Work Of Art: Soukoku Child (Chuuya X Dazai)

bonding time: PT 2

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Mafia headquarters: elevator

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Before the awkwardness could truly sep into, Chuuya spoke

"Ehm... So... why did you accept to get adopted by, well, us?"
He asked scratching the back of his neck

"It was... The best option in terms of immediate survival, besides... He made a good point among the various benefits he proposed"
she moved her hand around, finishing by pointing her finger up

"A good point?" He raises and eyebrow at her.
Dazai makes good points only if he it's extremely beneficial for him

"He basically said you, as an organisation already had experience with individual who had been experiment on and whose special ability had been tamper with..."

She glaced at him

Saying Chuuya was surprised was an understatement, his mind was racing thousands miles per hour trying to figure out all the implications her statement brought with it...

Fucking mackerel

He had to organise his throughs and Dazai's voice saying 'trust me on this one' wasn't helping!!

'It was just a coincidence, other people doing shady shit to ability users...' his mind supplied

"I would disagree with the 'other people part' it was the same team of scientists, or at least their apprentice..."

Ah, that explained it, Dazai choice made more sense, that passed-

"Wait, how did you- i was thinking that!"

She smirked

"Majo-no-mereda... That was, is? my ability..." She seemed uncertain
"I couldn't read minds once... I had to pronounce a phrase before my ability could activate. But now? I continuosly hear people throughs and the rules that my ability played by..." She looked uncomfortable
"Well they have changed they are more... lenient? Some of the things that would invalidate it just! Don't apply anymore
My memory is hazy, I can't distinguish my memories from other people!"

Her breathing speed up, this was escalating quickly, what better moment to have a panic attack

"I -I think i don't have any memories from before the experiments... No wait I have? I don't know if these are mine or someone's else..." her words spiralled in a incoherent mumbling
Chuuya, seeing her panic grabbed her shoulders, the phantom feeling of being somewhat secure must have triggered something
"Hey hey, HEY!" She stooped, staring at him, her eyes had changed colour... Just slightly but he could see different tones swirling in her irides

"Shion" her eyes turned teary

"You have done well, you were brave to have come thill now, you must be tired...
How long ago..." he took a deep breath
"did it happen"
this wasn't a question that could be left unanswered, because he suspected she hadn't had the time to process anything

"Yes! T-Thas that! I don't know- how much time passed- it's fuzzy and- my memories!-"
If he can't distinguish were her memories began and the others ended, he would panic too

"Don't worry, you are safe now I-...
I know how it feels, i'm probably the only one that understands how it feels" a shudder ran through his spine, he didn't have memories from before the Suribachi incident, she probably didn't too

He didn't know if it was a curse or a blessing that somehow she could relie on other people memories to patch things together

He sighed then chuckled