They Will Call Our Crimes A Work Of Art: Soukoku Child (Chuuya X Dazai)

A.D.A arc Part 3: The strange case of the fallen lady

“We can't trust anyone but ourselves until this is over”

He skipped his steps and jumped on the cement rails on the sidewalk.

Chuuya walked beside him, as they did many years ago, when they met.

“Let them know not to mess with Soukoku”

And down they walked towards the metaphorical sunset, because it was still day.

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The next day 

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Rain poured from the sky as if the heavens had perceived how many souls would be lost In the following days and decided to grieve in advance for their end would be no short of pure pain.

A redhead walked unbothered under the rain, the sole of their feet comfortably raised from the wet ground, an open umbrella followed their steps, but rain did not touch it, for what kept their handmade clothes dry and pristine, was the presence of another person, one they considered their beloved Otōto (younger brother), belief reinforcement by the fact he called her ‘Ane-san’ (Older sister).

It may have been their redness that brought them together, but their souls were thicker than petrol and just as dark.

She had trained him and raised him, making him the fine man he was today, she had yet to meet the young lady that had caught his eye so much to be considered his daughter and by extension of course, her niece.

She let out a quiet laugh, sweet, melodic and perfectly controlled.

“What's so funny Ane-san?”

Her youngest asked
“Nothing dear, just thinking of the future”
She paused for a brief moment before speaking again 

“Perhaps Kyoka-chan and Shion-chan could meet and play together”

Her voice leaned on the falsetto, but not quite reaching it.

“Ah- well… I hadn't thought of that…”

Chuuya was caught off guard by the odd comment of his mentor, and scratched his cheek embarrassed 

“If Dazai is wrong, many people will die”
Chuuya took a breath from his cigarette, she had returned to their previous argument.

“I don't think Dazai is infallible” that wasn't true, he knew he was 

“And I know he can't predict everything” false, he believed that as well

“But this is necessary, if he really did what we think, the ones that know something are those on that list” he let out a puff of smoke.

Kōyō’ hand tightened around the piece of paper hidden in her sleeve. She knew many of the names on that list; they, like her, had served the mafia since the previous boss.

“Getting information is my speciality, I know you didn't like that particular branch of my training”

She chuckled again

“Yeah, too much time spent waiting. Patience is more Dazai's thing…”

The screaming also, he particularly didn't like women’s screams, they were so high pitched that gave him a headache for the rest of the day.

But, he liked it more that he let on when Dazai used the information he had gathered to make a plan. The first time it happened his heart had fluttered while Dazai used his information to destroy the enemy, he distinctly remembered blushing.