Brown and Orange - Soukoku

17

Dazai's POV

It was pretty late now, the time read 2:36 am. I wonder if I can even find a hotel willing to take me in this time at night. Thankfully, I found a five star hotel not too far but also not too close to my old apartment.

The front receptionist was a girl with black hair and circle glasses. She was very tall, almost as tall as me. She seems worthy of committing double suicide with me.

"Hello sir, how can I help you tonight?" she asked politely. "Could I just have a single room? I will be staying here pretty long, though I'm not sure how long" I replied.

"Sure thing! It's going to be $450 dollars each night for a single room. You will also have access to the pool, breakfast cafe, diner, and bar" she informed.

The pool. He couldn't swim at all, he had to waddle himself back from the ocean that one time we went to a beach in Malaysia for a week break.

The breakfast cafe. The time I took him out to the chihuahua cafe even though it was more of a brunch. I could still remember the sun slightly peeking through the windows catching him in the golden hour.

The diner. A place I had always wanted to take him. It didn't have to come off as a date of some sort, it could be just two people hanging out.

The bar. He would have so much fun downstairs. I always had to drag him back home myself or call Kouyou for assistance. He drunk talks to me a lot, yet I never tell him.

Why does everything seem to remind me of him? "That's fine, do you guys take card?" I was kind of expecting the price based off how empty the parking lot was. $450 dollars each night isn't something normal people can afford for a long period of time.

After charging my card, she told me that I would just pay every morning that I stayed here since I didn't have a specific stay time.

"Here you go, your room number is 22ssk" she handed me a golden key and pointed to the map of the hotel behind the counter. I was on the twenty second floor, interesting huh?

I pressed on the '22' button inside of the elevator. Only after I got out of the elevator, I realized why she had to show me directions to my room.

The hallways were huge. When I say huge, I mean Port Mafia underground tunnel huge. How many rooms does one floor need?

It was like getting out of a corn field maze trying to get to my room. I really should've paid attention to the instructions. However, it's nothing a genius like me couldn't figure out.

The suitcase that I was carrying around this whole time started to feel very heavy. After around three minutes of turning corners, I finally reached my assigned room.

Why are keys so hard to turn? I struggled for a good five minutes trying to unlock the door. Is this even the right key? It took me longer to open then door than to actually get to the door.

Inside, the room was well furnished to say the least. It had brown carpets all over the floor, a beige wall, acrylic paintings framed with gold, and two massive windows that could show the view of all the skyscrapers in town.

There was also a giant couch with two white pillows, an eighty inch tv, some posters, empty flower pots everywhere, an indoors tree, and that was just the living room.

I immediately dropped my suitcase on the floor as I entered the bedroom. It had a California king sized bed with four pillows, two of which were there for decoration.

There was a wooden desk with one of those spinning office chairs. On the desk, there was one of those glitter snow globe things for children. It's currently November, snowing now would be strange.

There was a walk in closet next to the bed and a shoe rack next to the door. I don't even wear shoes in the house, it's too dirty but whatever.

There were fake vines that lighted up the surrounding walls. Those vines remind me of the cafe. They lit up the room with a soft yellowish color, making it look ten times cozier than it already was.

I thought I asked for a small room, this was nothing close to small. Whatever, it doesn't really matter to me anyway. The bathroom was inside of the bedroom, kind of like a master bedroom.

The bathroom countertop was made of white polished marble. It was one of those fancy sinks with an automatic water faucet, automatic soap dispenser, and a hand dryer.

The shower had a glass sliding door, it was tinted though so you couldn't see through the glass. The hotel provided you with basic shampoo, conditioner, and body wash.

Right outside of the shower was a rack that was hanging hotel towels. I wonder if I can hang myself from there. A gray floor mat laid on the floor to keep people from slipping. After examining the room, I decided to start unpacking my stuff.

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7 years into the future

"You do you, I'll be taking this with me" Fyodor grabbed the page that was sitting on the long table. We made him put that there to make sure that he wouldn't do any sneaky stuff.

Then how did that swarm get outside? Did he write it down before we entered? No, if he did we would have noticed. The page needs a narrative perspective to function properly.

If he wrote it while we were walking here, then he must be a really good writer. We didn't take that long, only about a few minutes to travel through the halls.

He was about to turn his back to the door, when the smile on his face suddenly dropped. A black cloth pierced through the paper in his hands.

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