I swear | bsd | Soukoku ✔

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"Dazai, I am not leaving the mafia, and that is final" . Chuuya snarled with penetrating eyes.Every contraction and lie, concerning Dazai, were so barefaced and obvious that even he was laughing at him from believing such gullible beliefs. " So tell me why would believing you now be so different from before, is their sincerity in your words or have you found a loophole in manipulation that makes it more convincing".

The redhead's kick back emitted a shiver down the brunet's spine, pricking him with needles of anger like he had been running through a garden full of thorns for hours on end.   Concluding with a deep exhale and a lip bite; there was no way that he could get through to the redhead. 

The hatrack was too obstinate even to realise his stubbornness like a child refusing to share its toy.He solely saw the past Dazai existing in front of him, not the present one; it smashed Dazai's heart to pieces knowing Chuuya thought this. He was aware that this was his own doing and that it would take a sustained amount of time for Chuuya to trust him again.

  As Dazai was lost in daydreaming, Chuuya stormed off, strutting towards a window showcasing colours of their current emotions.The bandaged man as well walked up to the window, watching the reflection of Hatrack, inhaling and exhaling; flowing with the rhythm as he leant his head on the petite mafia. 

A hiss sounded the empty room; he didn't flinch, he just stood like it was something he was used to. The brunet entwined his finger's with the redhead's; observing the clouds; galloping along the blue velvety sheet.

Eyes gazed at the clouds, wishing that he and Chuuya could just run away from this birdcage called society. But he knew that it was futile. Loose ends were attached to their path of freedom that couldn't just be cut with scissors.

Scissors were just something to get rid of them now but not permanently because eventually, the path of freedom would fray and create more loose ends.Forgiveness was something Chuuya just couldn't do it right now, and Dazai knew this.

   Chuuya saw tone's of oranges and yellows with a subtle hint of turquoise; illuminating the sunset as it got ready for bed, while Dazai witnessed red caused by the orange and yellow mixing. Paranoia settled in again; the brunet took this as a warning.

 Dazai took out his mobile, hands trembling as he gripped it trying to type in the meaning of the colour red. His eyes ran across the page, scanning every word making sure not to miss a single detail.

Red is the colour of passionate love, seduction, violence, anger, adventure and danger.  

  Of course, he only saw the word danger and none of the other meanings.

" Chuu- No Dazai no more talking about it".Chuuya interrupted Dazai put his hand in front of the suicidal freak's face.

"But the sky is red ". 

" Yeah, so what it happens when its sunset".The hatrack shook his head side to side." Red can symbolise various things shitty Dazai, not just danger, it can also mean stop which in this case, STOP being so paranoid".

The small man brought Dazai's face closer to his before flicking him on the forehead. "it's starting to get on my nerves ". Dazai frowned as Chuuya turned his back towards him to go and sit on the couch. It frustrated the brunet that Chuuya couldn't see how dangerous this.