(Season 3, Episode 3)
"I only have memories of one part of my life," Chuuya started. "Unlike you, I didn't lose my memories from trauma. My life really only started eight years ago. Before that, everything was just... darkness. Somewhere in that darkness, I was floating aimlessly. Eventually, someone's hand broke through the outer edges of that void and dragged me into the outside world. That hand was yours, wasn't it?"
Randou smiled, withholding the answer Chuuya sought.
"Where did you find me?" He continued. "To find the answer, I've decided to follow this case. Now, tell me everything that you know."
"Very well then." The long-haired man continued to smile. "Of anyone, you have the right to be told."
Randou extended his left hand, unleashing his power. A radiant yellow cube struck Chuuya, propelling him into a wall.
My eyes widened as I muttered the first thing that sprang to mind. "Why didn't his gravity powers work?"
"Unlike a bullet, the subspace I control doesn't abide by the laws of physics." Randou explained his power, as the space above his hand began to glow again. "It is of another world entirely, which has been closed off from this one, and I alone hold the key."
The small, luminous cube he conjured fell to the ground, generating rings of light that rippled beneath the feet of the gifted. The circles expanded, encasing the entire building within a colossal box. Meanwhile, Dazai and I found ourselves confined within a smaller enclosure.
"As such, only if I allow you to enter and only if I allow you to, may you leave."
"You left (Y/n) and I out of the subspace you deployed," Dazai quickly figured out. "Then you must know what my ability is."
"You son of a-!" Chuuya yelled, launching himself upward by manipulating gravity.
"That blast didn't kill you, huh?" Randou looked up at the fifteen-year-old. "I expect nothing less from Arahabaki."
Chuuya fired at Randou, only to be effortlessly deflected by his subspace shield.
"Nice try, but it's no use. You have no chance of reaching me in my space, while I on the other hand can strike you at will."
Once more, the older man sent Chuuya flying backwards with effortless ease, leaving the boy groan in pain. Randou kept firing his subspace squares like bullets, yet the ginger boy was quick enough to evade them.
Dazai turned to me, beginning to formulate a plan. "I don't think Randou knows that you're an ability user."
"What makes you say that?" I questioned. "I'm just as close to the boss as you are."
"Well for starters, he probably would've separated us, so you have no chance of getting out," Dazai whispered, not taking his eyes off Chuuya. "If I touch the walls of this subspace, then it should all disappear, allowing you to have an opening to go for Randou's head."
"Hey, you're right!" I realized. "I can't believe I didn't think of that."
"Yeah, you'll never get to my level."
"Wow, and for once I thought you were able to be genuinely nice."
"Hey! What's that supposed to mean?!" Dazai argued. "Whatever, let's get outta here."
"His existence is truly heretical," I overheard Randou talking to Chuuya about Dazai. "The ultimate anti gifted weapon. Unrivaled, even back in the West."
"The West?" Dazai and I exchanged glances.
"That's fine," the long-haired man evilly grinned.
Suddenly, Dazai collapsed, overcome by pain. What the hell? A gash materialized on his chest, spurting blood. When I spun around, an elderly man wielding a scythe stood there. The old boss!
He swung his scythe once more, giving me no opportunity to evade. The blade penetrated my torso, making me cough up blood and fall to the ground. The old man stood laughing, his scythe resting on his shoulder. I lay face down on the earth, while Dazai managed to remain seated.
The ghostly figure smirked. "It's been a while, hasn't it?"
"Yeah, you look good for someone who's dead, boss," Dazai chuckled, clutching his stomach. "Well, former boss."
My wound immediately began to absorb the blood that was pouring out of me, reconstructing my teared organs, muscles, and skin. It should take about five minutes for an injury like this to fully heal.
"There's no way he could've hurt that idiot with a special ability," Chuuya remarked, watching from outside the area where we were. He knows about my fighting ability, but I don't believe that I mentioned the healing aspect of it to him.
"You're right!" Dazai yelled. "His giant scythe isn't an ability at all, it's as real as you or me."
"I see, so there's a possibility that it could really kill you then," Chuuya deduced.
"The former boss is dead." Dazai looked at the man responsible for all this. "What did you do, Randou?"
"My ability can turn corpses that reside in my subspace into supernatural beings, in which I command," the man explained. "The only drawback is that I can only control one at a time."
"Quite impressive, you've been hiding that ability from the organization this whole time?" Dazai grunted, standing back up. As he did, he gave me a look, telling me to stay down and prepare for a surprise attack on the former boss. I ran my finger along the edge of a sharp stone, which was conveniently next to my hand, allowing me to discreetly draw enough blood for a singular thread. "Just who are you, really?"
"Before joining the Port Mafia, I was a gifted spy from the West," Randou revealed. "I traveled to this country to obtain a being, one of incredible power that the government of Japan had discovered. Or so they say."
"And that being was Arahabaki," Dazai finished.
"The sole purpose of my plan from the very beginning has been to kill you, Chuuya," Randou continued. "And then use my powers to control you and Arahabaki from beyond the grave. Dazai, if the boss were to have learned what you just did about me, he would surely have me assassinated. Especially for killing that girl. Because of that, you must die here, along with Chuuya and (Y/n)."
Dazai grasped his shirt in his hand, muttering to himself. "Danger is fine with me." He turned his gaze to Chuuya. "Hey! I say we kill them both, together."
"Huh, you mean you actually want to live now?" Chuuya tilted his head. "Is it because you want to avenge her?"
"Believe it or not, I'm actually enjoying working for the Port Mafia," the brunette admitted. "And in the outside world, death is kept away from everyday life. But in the mafia's world, death is a part of, or even an extension of everyday life. I personally find more truth in that way of thinking. After all, dying isn't the opposite of living as most people think it is, but a part of the experience of life itself." The boy with bandages placed his shoe against my side, causing me to flip over. I'm playing dead now, and Dazai is helping me convince the others. My coat is hiding my small breaths. Also, by flipping me over, I'd have a better view of the previous boss. "Without observing death up close, one can't capture the full reason of what it means to live."
"You bastard! How could you do that to your own friend?!" Chuuya shouted.
"She's dead, it's not like she can feel it." Dazai pressed his fingers against my neck to feel my pulse. "Yup, no heartbeat."
"You really are a monster!"
"You don't have to worry about living, you'll be joining the girl soon." The old boss struck again, just as Dazai dodged. "Time to die, children!"
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