𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲𝓬𝓮 {𝙲𝚑𝚞𝚞𝚢𝚊𝚡𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛}

Chapter 132

"Y/n! Please!"

"Get away." I spoke, annoyed.

I was trying to look around and find a way to get off of this shitty prison.

Chuuya was following me, trying to speak with me.

Dazai was just standing awkwardly by the helicopter.

Chuuya touched my shoulder, "I just wanted to-"

"Wanted to what? Be an asshole again?"

"I wanted to apologize!"

"I've heard too many apologies from you."

"Y/n-"

"Do you mind? I'm busy." I was fighting demons to not lunge at Chuuya and go maniac on him.

"Can we just talk?!"

"THAT'S IT!" I lunged at him, making him fall on the ground.

"Y/N-"

I started choking him. "YOU GOT FYODOR KILLED," As I said every mistake he made, I banged his head on the ground at the same time, "YOU RUIN MY LIFE, YOU GET ME PREGNANT, YOU TRY TO BLAME ME FOR THE MISCARRIAGE, YOU BRING OUT THE WORST IN ME, YOU ONLY THINK WITH YOUR DICK, YOU CONTROL WHAT I WEAR, AND YOU FORCE ME INTO EVERYTHING!!!" I started violently banging his head.

Dazai stood there like a pole, watching.

Chuuya wasn't even bothering to use his ability to move me away. He just took the hits I gave him.

"IF YOU EVER TRY TO DO THE "POOR ME" GAME EVER AGAIN, I'LL RIP YOUR TONGUE OUT OF YOUR MOUTH AND SHOVE IT UP YOUR NOSE!"

Chuuya had a nosebleed now.

I wasn't choking him anymore, but I was now punching him, "You wanna act like we're some team?! You make me laugh so fucking hard, even AKUTAGAWA would smile!"

Chuuya looked up at me after I stopped punching him for a minute.

"..I was gonna say if you're done..then we'll be done."

I was about to hit him again, but my hand stopped. "..What?"

"If you want what's between us to be over, then it's over.."

I wanted to make sure my ears weren't broken. "......Huh?"

Chuuya sighed, "I'm saying we'll do whatever it is you wanna do."

Is he possessed?

"I'm done controlling you.." He mumbled, "And I'm sorry."

I slowly got off of Chuuya, my eyes wide with shock.

Dazai approached us, "L/n. Your best bet of anything right now, is coming with us. You don't have to talk to Chuuya, but c'mon."

I didn't answer Dazai's plea.

"We still need to get Sigma." He sighed.

My eyes widened as I remembered Sigma.

~Time Skip~
Soon, we were in front of Sigma's unconscious body.

Chuuya was using his gravitational ability to make him float then fall on the ground again. "...Nothing. You'd think that'd meel him zonked after being dropped fifteen times? Is that is the case, we should just let the poor bastard get some shut eye." He looked at Dazai.

Dazai was on one knee in front of Sigma's unconscious body, "Sigma was supposed to have spoken with Dostoyevsky. I really wanna know what they charged about.."

"Maybe he's being forced asleep by an ability?"

"If that were the case, he'd have woken up the second I touched him."

"Just quit you're worrying. That anemic son of a bitch kicked the bucket you saw it with your own eyes."

"You're right... I just don't get it. Why hasn't he woken up yet?"

I stared down at Sigma.

Poor Sigma..

~Time Skip~
Dazai was groaning as he rolled back and forth on the floor.

I was standing beside Sigma's unconscious body and that was sitting on a chair now.

"Quit it with that habit of rolling all over the ground whenever you're worrying. It's annoying to look at, Dazai." Chuuya had his hands in his pockets, "What are you still brooding over? Sure, we don't know why Sigma won't wake up, but.."

"Maybe Fyodor just knocked him down hard.." I looked at Sigma.

"I know exactly why he isn't waking up." Dazai sighed.

"Huh?" Chuuya and I looked at Dazai.

Ew. I hated how we said that in unison.

"He's overloaded with information." Dazai explained. "After taking in an excessive amount of memory data through an ability..one loses consciousness as to give their brain time to sort through it all. I was told the same thing happened to Atsushi. Could that mean Dostoyevsky purposefully let Sigma read his memories? Now, just why would he-" Dazai's eyes grew wide in realization. He sat up, "In order to mask his ability? It's possible the ability he showed off at the end of the mutual destruction incident was a fake... He likely prepared one of Hawthorne's blood bullets beforehand.. Then transferred the blood to the soldier he touched, destroying him from the inside. However... That just made us cautious of the ability of his activation condition is touch... That's why my plan was all distanced. Hence, taking out the helicopter all in order to defeat him without making direct contact. If that's not the case..what's the real activation condition?"

Suddenly, Dazai got up and began running.

"What?! Hey! Where are you going, dumbass?!" Chuuya looked at him.

"We have to check Dostoyevsky's corpse!"

~Time Skip~
We were standing in front of the helicopter. Dazai was trying to pull out Fyodor's body.

I stood with my arms crossed.

Chuuya was squatted, his chin resting on his knuckles, "Now here's a rare sight. Not often you sweat."

The body was pulled out.

"There you have it. He bit the dust. Hard."

"Is that so?" Dazai mumbled. He flipped Fyodor's body over, only to show it wasn't Fyodor, "Then who the hell is this?"

~Time Skip~
"During the prison break race.. Dostoyevsky was frantic. He was frantic...because death by hand or poison wouldn't do. What he needed..was to be killed by a vampire."

"Huh?" Chuuya's eyes went wide.

"I get it now.. His entire plan...it all leads to.. The worst possible scenario.."

The sound of a gun being clicked was heard.

Chuuya and Dazai looked at me.

"Great job, gentlemen. You really figured it out. And in less than an hour!" I smiled. The gun was in my hand.