Dazai gets sick (Soukoku)

Let the drama begin

Snow fell on the leaves of trees and frost climbed up the windows of the ADA. The morning could almost be called peaceful if not for the yelling of two members. 

"GET BACK TO WORK YOU BANDAGED WASTE OF SPACE!!!" Yelled the blond haired idealist. 

"You're so cruel Kunikidaaaaaa" Dazai whinned. "Can't I enjoy my morning without your yellingggg." 

In reality Dazai's head felt like it was about to split it two, and doing tedious paperwork was something he wanted to avoid. 

Atsushi who had the pair yelling decided to try and break them up so he could work done. "Dazai-san we have been really busy you should listen to Kunikida-san"

"Atsushi you're siding with him!" Dazai exaggerated a sigh and feigned betrayal. "I can't believe my protege would do that to me."

Nevertheless he turned his attention to the stack of documents on the table. Kunikida and Atsushi had sensed the change in his mood and had turned back to their own work. Dazai tried to focus on the documents, but the letters had started to blur together. He stared at each word trying to decipher its meaning. He gave up just started signing the papers not even trying to read them. On normal days he could finish a stack of paper work in five minutes. Thanks to his high intelligence work like this was basically child's play, but today it seemed as hard as defeating Fyodor. 

"Why did Kunikida have to fish me out of that river yesterday." He muttered under his breath. "If that had worked I wouldn't have to do paperwork right now." 

Kunikida noticing Dazai slacking started shooting glares at him. Dazai not wanting to start another argument went back to signing documents. As the day went on he felt more and more drained and tired. Not to mention hot, he had taken off his coat but sweat still made his hair sticky. Each movement caused him to be in great agony, and he had to leave his desk to throw up in the bathroom several times. Somehow his coworkers ignored this all, or chalked it up to him being dramatic about paper work. Dazai was used to getting sick because of his weak immune system. Normally in the Mafia Chuuya would stop him from overworking himself and take care of him, but people in the ADA were not like Chuuya. He remembers how Chuuya actually was worried when he tried to jump of a building or drown. The ADA seemed to think of it as some type of joke like most people, well besides Atsushi but he was just a kid in Dazai's eyes. His thinking distracted him, and he didn't even notice when he started to sway and fall to the ground. He could vaguely hear people but he didn't care enough to respond.

"That idiot fell asleep on the job again." Said a man who sounded like Kunikida. "Everyone else has left because they finished their work Dazai. Leave when you stop being so lazy, and make sure to lock up behind you." 

The blond man then shut the door leaving Dazai all alone on the floor. After what seemed like a eternity Dazai forced himself to his feet. Suddenly a wave of nausea caused him to gag. He stumbled over to his trashcan and emptied what little was left in his stomach. In his delirious state he tried to walk but ended up falling on the floor. After laying down for five minutes he crawled to the door and leaned against it. It felt as if he was dying. Not like anybody would care if he did he thought to himself. He finally had the courage to attempt to stand again, and slowly opened the door. The cold night air hit his face helping him be more lucid. He leaned against the railing of stairs, coughing and choking as he felt himself throw up again. He crawled down the stairs and only stood up again when he reached the bottom. 

"How pathetic that I can't even walk down stairs, if I was in the mafia right now Mori would kill me." He whispered to himself. 

He started to slowly walk to his house, the snow fell in his coat making it wet and heavy as he tried to stay awake. He only managed to walk a couple of steps before he slipped on ice and fell. The taste of blood filled his mouth as he spit the red fluid on the sidewalk. This caused him to start to throw up bile again and he was left coughing and gagging alone in the darkness if the street. After years in the mafia he had learned what to do when injured, and crawled into a alley way to hide. He closed his eyes and lay against the cobblestone wall. 

"What a pathetic way to die, but I guess I can finally meet you again Odasaku" He sighed his voice horse.

Hopefully Atsushi won't be upset after losing his mentor he thought. Was he even a good mentor? He ruined Akutagawa so he was hoping he could at least save Atsushi. What a funny thing to be thinking about on deaths door. He smiled at the thought of his student all the same though. What about Chuuya though. Chuuya and him still after everything somehow still remained friends. He will miss making him upset and watching him blush when he taunted him. He can almost be cute like that. Cute? He must be incredibly delirious to think that slug is cute. He felt his mind start getting foggy and his fingers getting numb. So this is finally the end. He smiled and let darkness consume his mind. 

"Mackerel??" said a voice laced with concern that sounded almost like Chuuya's. 

"Why am I hallucinating Chibi's voice" he muttered to himself.

"You're not hallucinating it idiot." Said Chuuya. 

"Oh... Well then I'm sorry you have to see me die." 

"You are not dying on my watch Dazai." 

Dazai felt his eyes start to close again, but before they did he felt Chuuya lift him up and start walking. Maybe somebody would care if he died he thought. Then he fell into the darkness once again.

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Authors note:
I will probably write the next part really soon :)). Hopefully you enjoyed the story so far :D. I don't know how many chapters this will be so I will just write until the story seems to be at a good ending ^-^.