𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲𝓬𝓮 {𝙲𝚑𝚞𝚞𝚢𝚊𝚡𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛}

Chapter 133

{Flashback}
"Turns out, I did not have a miscarriage, the baby is alive." I told Fyodor as we walked down the hallway of Meursault.

"Oh, congratulations."

"Thank you."

"Thought of names?"

"Chuuya did, but I'm naming them on my own."

"As you should." He spoke.

"Any recommendations?"

"Maybe a Russian name."

"Taken into consideration. Hey, can we have tea on our way back?"

"I could use some tea."

I honestly see nothing wrong with my predicament now, which sort of surprises me a bit.

I guess I kinda lost the lack of giving a shit.

Wow.

I needed this feeling.

"L/n."

I glanced at him.

"Would you mind doing me a favor?"

"What is it?"

He smirked and looked at me.
{Flashback Over}
"Y-you..." Chuuya looked speechless.

I shrugged casually, "Yeah, he and I decided to ally."

"You knew his ability all along?!" Dazai clenched his fists.

"Of course. He told me. Now, my orders were to make sure both of you don't leave this prison. And that is what will happen. Seeing that a vampire killed Fyodor.." I looked at Dazai, "Go on, be a little smart cookie."

"...That vampire was only a tool..that real affected person is.."

I smirked more, "Bram Stoker. He will take the place of the next Fyodor."

Dazai's eyes hardened, "Why are you allying with Dostoyevsky?"

I spoke with dull eyes as my face formed into a glare, "Because I'm starting to see the world the way he sees it now. It's filled with shit. Why deal with that shit...when it can be stopped? Besides, he promised me protection for me and my loved ones. He also said we'd get some tea soon, can't argue with that."

Chuuya was about to use his ability.

"Oh, you don't wanna do that. It'll hurt the baby."

Chuuya's eyes widened, "Now is not the time to make a sick joke, Y/n!"

"It wasn't a joke."

He looked frozen, "What are you talking about?"

"You yelled at me for nothing. The baby's alive."

"...What?"

"I was just as shocked as you." I spoke nonchalantly, "Turns out, the most wonderful laptop to ever exist blessed the baby with an ability. Not from genetics, but from abilities similar to others. Dazai's ability is to be immune to other abilities. So, my child is immune to harm and can prevent harm to anyone they touch. I'm pregnant with them, so you can get the rest."

"You're untouchable." Dazai's eyes hardened more.

"Try using the gravity ability, I won't stop you. But it's not gonna get to me."

Chuuya looked down at the ground. He was still processing everything.

"I do wonder why the fuck I ever wasted my time with you." I spoke dully as I twirled the gun in my hand. "I mean, I was madly in love with you. Head over heels. But no. You just had to make the relationship about sex."

"...Look, I'm mad at myself about that too."

"Good. Let it sick in, love." I spoke with a smile.

"L/n. Dostoevsky is manipulating you." Dazai cut in with a serious expression on his face. "He does it to everyone. Don't let him-"

"Are you joking?!" I shouted angrily and pointed the gun right back at them, "I'm so sick of you! You get on my damn nerves almost as much as Chuuya does! I'd rather be manipulated by Fyodor than anyone else such as Chuuya or the Agency! I won't face that ever again!"

Before Dazai could say anything, I kicked some debris from the helicopter with a huge force, it hit Dazai's already injured leg. Hard.

"Fuck!" He fell to the ground.

Chuuya's hands shook before he shouted, "Y/n! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!"

"Oh, bullshit!" I yelled.

"I mean it! I really do! And you're right about everything! I did ruin your life, I did blame you for the "miscarriage", and I did everything else you told me! And even more than that! I regret ever forcing you into our first time together! I was a douche! An insecure douche!"

I didn't lower the gun. I kept my glare on him.

"I was the problem in our relationship! Everything was because of me! I never tried to understand what you were going through! I just tried making you into who I wanted you to be! I thought "If I just make her in the image I want her, she'll be happy"! And I was wrong! I was so wrong!" He was about to cry, "I'm a dick! A huge dick! I'm so sorry, Y/n. I was never a good boyfriend, a good fiance, and I would've been such a shitty husband!"

My eyes widened slightly.

"We don't have to be together again. I'll make you miserable, I know I would. But please, put the gun down and let's stop that damn bastard!"

"You're just saying this shit to get in my way again."

"All I want is for you to be happy. This isn't it, Y/n."

My hands shook as I moved my finger to the trigger.

"I don't even need to be a part of your life. I just want you to finally feel the joy you deserve."

There was silence.

The gun dropped to the ground.

My hair was covering my face.

"Y-y/n?"

I broke out crying. Tears streamed down my face.
{Kinda similar to the scene in the Untold Origins when Ranpo broke out crying in front of Fukuzawa, just for better imagery.}

I felt the hot tears move down my cheeks. My eyes were filled with them.

Chuuya slowly approached me. "Y/n.."

I felt his arms hesitantly move toward me. I didn't stop him.

His arms wrapped around me and I cried harder. I hugged him desperately and sobbed.

"I'm so tired! I'm so tired!" I kept crying in his arms.

I felt his fingers move through my hair.

"I just want it all to stop!" My voice cracked.

"I-I know, Y/n... I know." Chuuya spoke softly.

I kept crying in Chuuya's embrace.

Dazai was still sitting on the ground, holding his leg. "Fuck, that hurt."