Rotten Soil

Stained Glass

Chuuya stood kneeling at the window of his apartment, 4 stories off the floor, with the screen door that guarded the glass, cracked open ever so slightly so he may listen to Dazai speak.

"You know, I never knew you to be an abruptly suicidal one. I know you would stare death in its face and run to it but... I never thought you would leave... like I did," Dazai spoke to himself, though mentally he was speaking to Chuuya.

"I'm still here, angel," Chuuya whispered quietly from his window.

And there the two were, back and forth, Dazai unknowingly talking to himself, Chuuya knowingly responding in a whisper.

"Chuuya, is it because I left? I seem to cause death wherever I go."

"It wasn't all you, but you were the last straw."

"It's okay, you can tell the truth, please don't forgive me."

"I'm telling the truth. It really hurt Dazai, but I would've trusted you to come back."

A single tear rolled down Dazai's cheek as he felt his porcelain smile slowly cracking for the first time.

"Would you be proud of me, Chuuya?"

Before Chuuya got a chance to mindlessly respond, Dazai kept going.

"Am I the man you wanted me to become? The man Odasaku wanted me to become? Are you proud? Can't I be proud? Why am I not proud?"

"Osamu," Chuuya whispered worriedly, pressing his hand to the glass.

Dazai's knees were aquiver with the soundless pain that flooded his senses, so much as to where lights of melancholy could've shone through his veins if possible. Every inch of him is filled with pain and absolute hatred for himself. It poured out of his ears, eyes, and mouth as his porcelain face finally burst as he dropped to his knees, struggling to breathe.

No words exited his mouth flooded with unsaid and wishful words as tears relentlessly streamed down his face. Motionless he was as he cried until a sob crawled up his throat and shook him.

The sob of love, pain, death, hate, life, darkness, healing, what the fuck.

Feelings? It seems atypical for the one and only "Demon Prodigy" to be feeling such things and letting it shine through.

Though Dazai's sobs were shaking him to his core he couldn't help but hear and feel another wave of rattling.

....Along with... shattered glass?

A lead bullet would not stop as it shot through the door of Chuuya's apartment.

Private assassins were nothing new to Chuuya as he quickly contorted his body in such a way and shot the bullet back through the door with nothing but pure energy and of course gravity manipulation.

Many bullets followed and so did the ricocheting of the bullets bouncing right back out the door thanks to Chuuya.

More bullets. More. Bullets that shook the Earth, at least that's what it seemed like to Dazai and Chuuya, for they were once just in their own trance.

'Shoot the bullets back.' Chuuya couldn't help but think as he backed further into the glass window behind him. It wasn't until the pressure of his body caused the window to shatter that he realized he was... falling... four stories.

And like most adrenaline rushes, this one was no different, the realization of his fall hit him just as the concrete ground did, not even a millisecond later.