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

Traitor

She got closer to the damaged vehicle
‘Who was it? Certainly someone who knew about her… about this place and about father's wine cellars’

Her eyes widened when she saw the person her other father had not so kindly thrown on the ground

“Who would have thought…”
She muttered
Dazai all-knowing, smiled

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Two hours before the car crash

Private Onsen' - location unknown
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Human mind is truly a terrifying thing

- someone at some point

Dazai was lying on his stomach kicking his leg in the air like a child, his palms supporting his chin.
Chuuya was washing up and Shion was seated not far from him, drying her hair and combing it.

“Ne~ Shion-chan~ do you know any songs in Italian or maybe poetry? I know Italians have a ton of those~”
Shion looked at him questionably through her damp hair
“I do…?”
She asked, uncertain of where this was heading

“Wonderful!” Dazai clasped his hands “Since Chibi always treats himself with the princess treatment, how about singing some!”
He sat up and raised his chin proudly

“I will share with you my most favorite song and a poem, and you will do the same!” he gestured wildly and dramatically, Shion cringed a little at the blatant display of Italian gesturing

But not seeing any reason to refuse, Shion nodded her head

“Ah~ very well, now- ehm ehm~ let me begin”
Dazai took a deep breath and but a dramatic hand over his chest
And started singing, surprisingly well

“Won-Won, yeeah ～⁠♪
Shinjū wa hitori de wa dekinai～⁠♪

Futari nara dekiru～⁠♪
Shinjū, Shinjū, shi-shi-Shinjū-”

A flying piece of solid soap with the speed of a small jet traversed the room, missing Dazai’s head by a hair…

“STOOPS SINGING THAT FUCKING EAR WRENCHING SONG YOU IMBECILE!!!”

“Ah- I forgot…I sang this so much that now Chibi-kun hates it when I do”
He rubbed the back of his neck, completely ignoring what Chuuya had said

Shion looked at the den the soap had left on the wall... yikes

(This time only two mistakes, good job!)
Shion then opened her mouth and began to recite a poem, since a song would have been too long

“S’i’ fosse foco, arderei ’l mondo;
s’i’ fosse vento, lo tempesterei;
s’i’ fosse acqua, i’ l’annegherei;
s’i’ fosse Dio, mandereil’en profondo;

s’i’ fosse papa, sare’ allor giocondo,
ché tutti cristïani imbrigherei;
s’i’ fosse ’mperator, sa’ che farei?
A tutti mozzarei lo capo a tondo.

S’i’ fosse morte, andarei da mio padre;
s’i’ fosse vita, fuggirei da lui:
similemente farìa da mi’ madre.

S’i’ fosse Cecco, com’i’ sono e fui,
torrei le donne giovani e leggiadre:
e vecchie e laide lasserei altrui.”

She finished with a small smile

“Fiu~ it didn't sound like a song though?”
Dazai tilted his head to the side, crossing his legs and arms