There was so much blood. He couldn't stop it. Shouldn't Dazai have seen this coming? Chuuya shook his head — now wasn't the time. He held a cloth over the stab wound. Who could have gotten clo— no, no, we'll ask that later.
Who should I call? the ginger thought to himself. He knew Mori might be able to help, but Dazai would refuse to let that man near him... he couldn't really blame him. Yosano? Would she get here in time? Worth a shot.
Ring...
Ring...
"Hello?"
A woman's voice etched through the phone's speaker.
"It's Chuuya Nakahara," Chuuya said quickly. "It's Dazai, he's—" A pause, before the male was cut off.
"Address?" Thank God she wasn't questioning it. Without a second thought, he gave his home address.
It felt like an eternity. Dazai wouldn't shut up about dying, no matter how many times the ginger said he'd be okay. Chuuya didn't want to lose him again.
The door was unlocked. He hadn't really shut it all the way either upon seeing the male sprawled out, drinking beer while bleeding to death on his sofa. It was rude of him.
The purple-haired girl burst through, with Kunikida? Why was he here? He'd get mad about that later.
"He got stabbed in the stomach, I'm not sure how long he was bleeding before I arrived," he said, moving away as Yosano took over.
"Kunikida, call an ambulance!" she yelled. Her ability wouldn't work — why would it?
The blond male nodded, a little shocked. Who wasn't? Well, maybe besides Ranpo. But even then. He watched as the man took out his phone, calling the number needed and walking to the hallway to start giving the information.
Man, he was tired... well, he was always tired. He only really felt alive when— a pause. He shook his head. Chuuya kneeled beside the brunette. His breathing was so shallow. A pool of blood had dried on his hands and the brunette's body.
...He hoped the male was okay.
Why though?
He hated him.
Then why did he want to scream, cry, and hurt whoever hurt him? This didn't make sense!
Chuuya's head snapped up as medics came in... welp, that was fast. He watched as the medics shoved him and Yosano to the side. He should be mad at them for treating him like that. Why wasn't he? He followed them out, watching as they loaded Dazai into the truck.
"You should go with him." Who said that? It didn't matter. Without a sound, he got in the ambulance, taking the even paler male's hand into his. He didn't feel as warm as normal... When the doctors were done, he'd get him some heated blankets.
Everything else went by in a blur. The only notable things were: the agency showing up, Akutagawa with Atsushi — he decided to question that later — and eventually Mori arriving as well. They all cried, except for Mori and Akutagawa. Akutagawa was barely holding it together, though. Why?
They were talking.
What were they saying?
.....
Oh.
That's what
The day was beautiful in general, but the casket casted it's gloom over it. It was a nice service, thanks to Mori.
....
He looked handsome.
He did enjoy how his hair looked that day he fought the dragon.
He was glad others agreed.
He looked calm. That wasn't right...
....
A few months had passed. Everyone was acting normal, but everything felt wrong. Despite not sharing a bed in years, the other side of the bed felt too cold. Did he still need heated— stop. He's no longer here.
Nobody ever found the person who did it. Why didn't they? He's cold— no, he's not. I should sleep...
...
Chuuya didn't wake up that morning.
He was found looking sad.
The cause of death was a broken heart.
Akutagawa gave him a heated blanket to be buried with, to give to Dazai.
He knew Chuuya wanted to warm his mentor up.
