Undercare|| Fyozai

•Chapter six

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Dear Dazai,
Why arent you respounding Dazai? Before i left you said atleast you would respound to my letters once in a month if i get too stubborn as a joke, but i knew you were serious and know this Dazai I am serious.

Im confused Dazai. I dont know if it been acually been a month, im not sure if it has been longer, probly. The newspaper is getting wierder everyday, i dont see the young man who was delevering it before and instead its this other man, white long hair, definatly not Russian, two diffrent eye colors, and the ugliest smile i have ever seen. He is not sane. I can tell that.

He laughs like a maniac at the most unfunniest serious states. Tells me how he thinks my blood color is so pretty and he thinks he cant fly as freely as a bird one day. Even tho i never asked. The newspapers have some of the parts covered with white marks to not be read, some senseteces are changed from the orginal and the wierd new delivery man is wearing the old ones uniform and denies he even does that. I can see the name tag, named "Arthur" but the new wierdo said his name was "Gogol"

And thats not just it Dazai i swear! There were endless police sirens a few days ago(or weeks) and no one was alowed to leave their hauses, thats what Fyodor told me and it makes sense to be honest. Then why would no one be outside?

It been weeks since i saw any human other then my little brother and the creepy newspaper boy Gogol. I feel like im going crazy but Fyodor is so supportive. He comforts me and says its normal and i can take as much as sleeping pills as i like so i wont get bored and just sleep trough days.

So after a while i lost track, no idea what day or year i am at, waking up with the strongest headaches but Fyodor always feeds me nicely the second i wake up. We hang out a little. Read old books and talk to eachother before we both fall silent. And before i fall asleep again.

Fyodor said he wished he had an friend that could go along with him at this state. He said he was glad i was happy and with good(suspicous) mental healt but he wished he had an friend that could understand and hold his hand trough this.

So i mentiened you again Dazai, i said how you could hold his hand witout dying becouse of your ability and Fyodor told me to call you here.

Please come here Osamu. I dont feel good.

      -Miheal Dostovasky
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Dazai walks out his new room, a towel resting on his shoulders to collect the water drippng from his wet hair. He would be lying if he said he didnt search for a good 20 minutes for cameras in the bathroom before he found nothing and showered. To be honest he didnt evn know why he was so suspicous and wierded out from Fyodor, he hasnt been anything but nice to him all this time instead of a few hours ago in the morning but maybe it was just the way Fyodor smiles.

"Feeling any better?" Fyodor looks up from the spot he is sitting, an gentle but very pleased smile s resting on his lips, glad that Dazai acually showered in his apartment, he toughed Dazai didnt trust him enough or maybe he was just despread? "Hm, the water is cold as fuck tho, fix that." "Languge." Fyodor reminds firmly, causing Dazai to roll his eyes. "Then i will just curse in Japanies." Dazai says as he trows himself on the old but soft sofa, using the towel to dry his hair. "I was thinking, how can speak Russian so good Dazai? Its impressive to be honest." Dazai wrinkles his nose at the praise. "Didnt i told you to not suck me up? Thats so fake." Dazai's words just makes Fyodor look up from his book and shake his shoulders. "You acually didnt. You were probly thinking to yourself."

Ha, makes sense.

Dazai looks over his shoulder to see Fyodor was yet again had his all attention burried to the book on his lap. Dazai gets up from the sofa and trows himself next to Fyodor, gazing over his shoulder. "Whach ya reading?" "Now your trying to suck up to me Dazai." Fyodor says with an judging glace. "I dont know man, im bored." Dazai whines, and trows himself more to Fyodor to acually see the words on the page. "Why do you have an Japanies book?" Dazai raises an eyebrow, as much as he knows Fyodor has no idea of Japanies.