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R e s o n a t e

Yoko

Perhaps some days the sounds are too loud. When I lie in bed cringing from the screams of agony and the gunfire.

This is life.

I would constantly tell myself, this world is truly hideous. Its cries for salvation never to be heard.

But I can. I understand the dying light amongst the lives of the people here. The noise of life, movement, all to be silenced by the greed of another.

I hear the pleas for help. They awake me from my sleep, tearing into my soul.

I've always thought of answering their calls. Though what would that make me? A criminal? A murderer? A thief? A coward?

Labels. Ways to seperate and trreat people differently according to their actions. One look at a person and something is bound to come to mind. That's how we're programmed. To organize and act accordingly.

I stroked the sleek metal of the pistol.

In this world, your actions define you. They build up an immense wall seperating you from others, people you care about.

Maybe I'm just a fool.

A fool that is going to fight from now on.

I crave the silence. For the screams and cries to dissipate. Only then may I be able to live without fear.

"Tawada-san~" I rolled my eyes. Never was this kid ever quiet.

"What?" I sighed.

"Is it true you're leaving for a while?"

Now who on... Dazai!

"What did you do to get Osamu to talk." I groaned. I sensed tension from in front of me. The kid was nervous.

"I... uh..."

"Forget it." The fact that he now knows means that eventually it'll spread up the ranks. That said, I needed to go soon.

Leaving for a while. If only they knew I wouldn't be coming back.

"Can I come with you?"

"No."

"Why not?" He was such a persistent little turd.

"Because, I said so Chuuya." The boy muttered profanities under his breath.

Take that. I have seniority rights over you.

"Whatever." He grumbled storming off.

I was doing this. Not for the sake of the Port Mafia, or to help the people we targeted, but to release the resonating madness inside myself.