Wishes and Dreams

Who are you?

"Chuuya Nakahara."

  Chuuya paused in his steps, his face turned black. The name was said loud enough for Chuuya to hear but too soft for the others, the all too familiar voice. The pause was short but obvious, Chuuya continued to walk after that, quickening his pace a little, leaving the bar in seconds. The only thing he could do was to pretend he didn't hear anything, act stupid, foolish but it might just work. Footsteps followed, light and quiet, but Chuuya could hear that every step, the person took, the distance between them shortens. Chuuya sighed, sweat rolled down his flushed cheeks from the whiskey. 

"Fuck off, stop following me." 

"Chibi. Where are you going?" Dazai whispered right next to Chuuya's ears.

Refusing to back down despite the tingly sensation he feels of Dazai's mouth right beside his right ear. "Non of your shitty business suicide maniac." Chuuya shivered a little when Dazai moved a little closer. "Riku, or should i say Chuuya, let's go back to school now." Dazai offered.

"How did you know my name?"

"Hm? Didn't Atsushi tell me?"

"Don't act stupid Dazai. My full name. Who the fuck are you?"

"Chibi, how bout... i don't tell you?" Dazai smirked.

"Then fuck off." Chuuya stomped off. Ignoring Dazai's call. 

He really wasn't keen on knowing how Dazai know his real name, and he really doesn't care how Dazai found out. He just want this mission to end quickly. He swear that after this mission, he was going to take a long break from work. He is really impatient from waiting for the picture that is taking Mori forever to send him. He realised that Dazai is no longer following him, surprsing indeed, he sighed, disappointed that he didn't get any information that day. Maybe it was because he didn't put much effort in finding the suspect. I mean, he only went to 2 classes that day.

Chuuya walked pass a small alley way while strolling around the neighborhood, he sensed that something was off. Too quiet. He continued walking, when he came close to a turn beside a few boxes. A dark figure was behind it, Chuuya just knew. Chuuya kept his pace, then he turned immediately, dashing towards the figure and grabbing it by its neck.

"Woah woah woah, Chibi, why so violent? i didn't do anything." Dazai held his hands up innocently. 

"Why are you hiding here?"Chuuya gritted his teeth, his hands tighten around that slim neck covered in bandages. Dazai did not seem to mind the hand on his neck and even bending his legs a little to reach Chuuya's height. "I was just having a cigarette. Want one?" Dazai said, dropping the cigarette on the floor and sliding his hands into his pocket to take another pack, offering one to Chuuya. "Nah I'll pass." Chuuya loosen his grip. Dazai took a long deep breath, glad that his calculations are never wrong. Chuuya let go of his grip and leaned back on the wall of the alley, his cloak brushing against Dazai's hands a little when he turned, Dazai took the chance to grab the tiny edge of the long black cloak. Chuuya felt the thug on his cloak and turned around to glare at Dazai, "What do u want now." Dazai smiled, then frowned again, he tossed something towards Chuuya, whom caught it with ease. "What's this for?" Chuuya looked at the black choker in his hands. "Nothing much, just feel like your missing something on your neck, you can take it as a present from me, friends?" Dazai stretched out his hands, giving Chuuya the most sincere smile he could show. Chuuya stared at the outstretched hand and the choker in his hands. With a "humph!" he flicked his cloak and walked off. Dazai smiled again. When Chuuya's shadow disappeared from sight, Dazai's face darkened in seconds, he dialed a number on his phone.

"Everything going as planned." Dazai spoke into the phone. "Prepare the others, don't get them caught so early." He shut the phone off after the sentence. Dazai suck up the smoke from the cigarette as he looked up at the bright blue sky, however, his brown eyes did not shine under it, it's dull and lifeless.

Back at Chuuya, he twirled the new "present" between his middle and index finger, the choker look normal and plain with a silver clip in the middle, nothing special to be honest. Chuuya looked at it for a little, then he threw it around his neck, just the right size, it really suits him. Not bad, it matches with his clothes and hat, his orange hair covers one third of it as it falls down his shoulders. Anyways, he should probably get some rest after a long day at school doing nothing.

~ A few days later ~ 

  Chuuya's fifth day in school is already boring from his second period which is fucking math, like who the hell likes math. After observing the surrounding and the students, not one of them feels suspicious to him, maybe one, that suicide maniac that is not here that day and somehow knows his name, other than him, no one else. And of course he observed Dazai for awhile now and does not see any suspicion in him, he just fools around all day, never listens in class nor does his school work. Chuuya even hacked into his phone and found nothing out of the ordinary, in fact, Dazai does not have many peoples contacts, and he doesn't even text the people in his chat, weird for someone like him. So Chuuya gave up on giving a shit about Dazai and continue checking the people that he find even a little suspicious, but to no avail. 

"BOSS, IM SO DONE WITH THIS! DID YOU GET THE PHOTO YET ANOT?" Chuuya screamed into the phone. 

After a long wait Mori responded. "Unfortunately no, the gang of people who i assigned to keep a lookout or search for evidence have been all wiped out." 

"What...?" Chuuya gritted his teeth.

"I'm assuming you did not get any information from the school, it's fine, you can come back now, i have something to show you." Mori explained. Chuuya clenched his hands tightly, how amazing, he done all this for nothing? At least he can leave this school, but then the information will be cut off. How deeply annoying this shit is. 

Chuuya looked at the table beside him that's empty, Dazai isn't at school today, how coincidental, Chuuya is leaving school that day too, looked like it's a goodbye. He touched the choker on his neck without realising his actions. This feeling is odd.