Dazai sits by his desk, looking through the documents. He didn't know why but he really felt like doing some actual work today. Kunikida didn’t yell at him even once today. Everyone was sending him pitying looks…
Why tho? It’s not like he and Chuuya were dating. They were partners, the best of the best. But his death shouldn’t affect him this much.
“Osamu, would you like to take some free days?” Fukuzawa suddenly asks. Has he been standing here for long? Or has he just come? Dazai stopped noticing time ever since…
Ever since he received the letter.
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A few days earlier
Something was wrong. He saw Chuuya yesterday and even though he looked and acted the same as Chuuya, he knew it wasn’t actually him.
He didn't have any proof though.
One day, there’s a mysterious red envelope in his mailbox and at first, Dazai was more curious how the person found his address.
Once he saw it was from Atsushi, he feared this had something to do with Chuuya.
He opens the letter without even going back home and reads it. There’s only two very simple sentences on it in two different fonts.
He knows one of the fonts is from Atsushi, the other probably from Fyodor.
‘I ate him’. And ‘I won’.
Dazai looks at the sentences and for the first time in his life, he doesn't know what to do.
Chuuya’s…dead. His ex-partner. The man he trusted the most, killed by his own fucking mentee.
Atsushi became like this under his command, not Mori’s or Fyodors. Dazai’s.
Maybe Mori was right? Maybe there was no redemption for him? Everyone we went, he brought disaster.
He remembers how he felt back when Oda died. How heartbroken he was.
He was reliving that same moment but this time there were two dead bodies instead of one.
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“Huh?” Dazai asks and turns around. Free days?
“Would you like to not have to go to work for a few days? It will be paid, of course” Fukuzawa says and Dazai slowly nods. He gives Fukuzawa a fake smile.
“If it’s free vacation then of course yes!” He says in a fake cheerful tone and packs his bags.
He already knows where he will go. He also knows tgere's no one alive that would miss him if he went there.
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Today was the day. He lived on this earth long enough. He made too many people suffer because of him, even during the time he was supposed to be a good person.
He failed miserably.
Dazai stares down and smiles. Finally, all his misery will be over. He will not be the demon prodigy anymore.
He will preferably be forgotten.
Osamu takes his shoes off, then slowly unwinds his bandages. All his self harm scars finally touch air after years of being hidden.
At last, his jacket. He neatly folds it and a few seconds later, he steps off the edge.
There's no one wanting to stop him now. He can be free, just like Chuuya and Oda.
They will finally meet again.
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Kind of short but it's an extra so yk. It doesnt have to be long. But I think the next extra is gonna be a bit longer.
It's gonna be about cats (yay)
I hope you enjoyed reading this chapter
-Nat
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