Framed by the Past... |SKK|

Part II

A gaze all too familiar had met his own, a gaze and shade of blue Dazai hasn't seen in four years after highschool graduation. He would admit he'd miss the gaze the slightest bit but he'd never admit it to the person infront of him now.

"Ah long time no see Chuuya. I guess you've made your doodles a career"

Chuuya turned in his stool as he rested his forearms on his knees. Face scrunched a bit at the fact that the Moron he once knew like the back of his hand is standing infront of him, in his own art studio.

"And I see you're still a Drama Queen, what the hell are you doing here? I sure as hell didn't want you here"

The old banter never got old between the two, even after loosing contact for four years. Too caught up in their own aspirations and careers.

"Oh please I didn't expect myself to walk in on you of all people. I still wish I didn't but it's a shame that I'm required to come to you. Such a shame"

"Okay cut the crap Dazai, what in the world do you want from me?"

Dazai almost cracked a smile, seeing that some things never change. The impatience from Chuuya was ever so familiar but never mind that Dazai wasn't here for himself he was here for Ranpo's request.

"We need a film artists for an upcoming film in a movie, and my director wanted you to try and fit the bill"

Chuuya raised a brow as he heard the explanation. Granted he was curious to what the concept art was but also confused on another aspect

"Doesn't the film industry have artists on hand already? Why need me?"

"Ours retired. Always so skeptical Chuuya, not everything has a complicated answer y'know?"

Chuuya rolled his eyes at Dazai's response, always had to make it extra or be snarky about it. Chuuya hated that since he knew Dazai only did it to poke damn fun at Chuuya, like Dazai lived to get under his skin. Not like he'd be surprised.

Chuuya got up from the stool as he lightly stretched to at least crack his back. Setting his paint brush in a cup while turning his gaze back to Dazai

"And why should I do this for you?"

Dazai slipped his hands in the pockets of his tan trench coat and tilted his head ever so slightly just to get a different angle on Chuuya, seeing if he's changed much

"It's not for me Chuuya, my director just wanted to see if you'd be up for it"

Both of the two shared a moment of silence as they only shared a gaze that made both of them feel a sense of familiarity and nostalgia, yet both shook it off, dismissing it as ridiculous

"The concept arts are here if you're interested"

Dazai reached in his coat taking out a folder and placed it on a wooden table with many dried paint stains, some paint strokes, pain blobs, handprints, clothing transfer. The imperfections of the table made it just as interesting to look at, finding each imperfection and mistake to acknowledge it

The folder was soon picked up by the petite painter, his azure eyes scanning through the description and concept art that looked like it was scribbled by a child. Maybe it was as there were two young actors in the film, or just because the director was more on the childish side but was still great at making films. The contact information was written on the folder glove for if Chuuya actually decided to do this

"Now now Chuuya don't take forever on making this choice"

Dazai hummed in a tease to see if he could get even a minor reaction out of Chuuya, which Dazai was met with a light glare before the gemstone eyes went back to the concept folder. Dazai smiled before he turned away and waved bye as he left the studio. Upon leaving Dazai felt like the whole interaction was surreal, he'd just re-met with the man he thought he'd never see in person again, let alone talk to him or possibly work with him.

Dismissing the complicated thoughts Dazai just left the commercial building to go back to wandering the warm colored streets of the Yokohama streets...

-End Chapter-