I swear | bsd | Soukoku ✔

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Trigger Topic - Suicide

Chuuya squirmed on the oak bar stool prompting it to rock back and forth as he was only a few cms apart from his enemy that could at any time recognise him and deprive him of his existence in minutes while being economical at the same time not to mention the front row seats for all the drunkards. Every feasible scenario was enumerated even if there was no real possibility or science behind it.

"Was this God's doing, have I  been betrayed by him for what I did to the Mafia"? "Could this situation have been prevented, of course, it could of if only I had listened Dazai, he is always right"." Is luck running out, it can't, not now". 

Elaborate questions ran through his head in a loop causing to doubt everything from his beliefs all the way to believing in superstitions to increase his luck just a bit more. Jumbling altogether to create noxious thoughts; ending in either accidentally giving away his cover or starting a fight to cover his anxiety. 

The once serene bar was now a battlefield between two soldiers one without weaponry compared to the other hiding possible threats under that coat of his all capable of forcing him to feel his wrath.

Quaking with terror that was on track to the nearest summit each time Ryunosuke stared at him with the dead eyes of someone who had been corrupted by evil. The bar stool slight shifted; screeching across the aged flooring that gave the bar a Tudor vibe.Giving the hint to the raven-haired man that he seems uncomfortable sitting next to him just like any other woman would.Paranoia proceeded to spread havoc within him like; destroying any sense of logic in its way. 

Eyes observed from the corners; inspecting every move he made. Akutagawa is the type of person to only see the obvious, if two dogs were sat in front of him, he would only see them as only dogs not what breed it is or size. It's just a dog. 

A mindset that worked favours in the hatrack's books as long as he doesn't look, speak, dress and act like Nakahara Chuuya then he isn't him.A counterfeit, A knock-off called Sei. Hitting a woman was something Akutagawa would have the guts do; if they had wronged him in any way. They are only people, both the same.But not everyone is like Akutagawa in the mafia. There are others that could outsmart him in seconds.

" Would you like another drink". The bartender announced with a nod in return. 

Once more a glass of ruby liquid was placed in front; drinking it like a shot in one go. The pain had been numbed once more but not by the alcohol but the intense focus on the man next to him.

" Could you stop looking at me, it's annoying". The hatrack choked whilst spilling most of it down himself. A loud cough erupted; disturbing the calm atmosphere in the bar.

"What are you talking about, I came here for a drink not to looking smelly men". Akutagawa chucked with a straight expression without any creases forming.

"I know when someone is lying, I have dealt with many people like you".

 A certain someone popped into his head.Akutagawa had been through the same thing as everyone else did in the mafia because of Dazai. But the hatrack came here to forget about him not to be reminded. 

"Well, I only came here for a drink and not another argument". 

No eye contact was made during the whole conversation in fear that he would notice. 

"Drinking away your problems is not going to work so quit while you're still sober". " You're right but it makes me forget them for awhile so in a way you're wrong". The raven-haired man sighed at the lack of intellect from the hat rack.