Soukoku:Wine and Stitches

Chapter 5

Journal Entry #??

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Days turned into Weeks
Weeks turned into Months
And Months turned into Years...

Chuuya and I had grew up and finally became operatives within the Mafia,He and I were made partners...I wasn't surprised tho...Ever since that day we kissed,it was the start of a rather labyrinthine relationship...But nevertheless,I was...Content...If I were to say I was either Happy or Unhappy that would'ave just been a straightup lie...But I'd have to give him credit for making me stronger...Right now,I have been sitting in the local bar 'Lupin' awaiting some friends of mine,Ango and Odasaku...They were the only ones that knew about the ginger...to be honest,They have been talking to me to stay away from the ginger...ha,I don't even know which one of us was the real fool...eitherway The outcome would be similar,I would always end up running back to him...But no matter what I would say, They would scold me...

Finni Entreé

The 18yr old brunnette sat in the bar,He fiddled with the sphere of ice within his drink...He checked his watch restlessly,He may have looked calm but deep down he was panicking he was expected to return at exactly 9, He sighed as the watch showed '7:50pm'...Before he could think about leaving,the door swung open letting the cool breeze howl within the building,the brunette smirked and sat back down,He had picked up his master's teasing demeanour...
glancing up towards the newly arrived man he raised an eyebrow in mock-up amusement.

"I thought it was against the mafia to be tardy?"

The taller one,Odasaku sighed and took a seat next to him.

"Don't give me that...we both know well that you were wishing no one will arrive"

The brunette laughed cheekily at the older male before turning towards him.

"Ahh you know me so well~"

"I know you 'Too' well"

"Where's Ango-kun?"

Dazai noticed that the one who bared glasses didnt arrive and knowing Ango,he refused to be late...his hazel brown eyes looking at the older male filled with curiousity.

"He had to stay late at work...Now,to the main reason I'm here...What did he do to you this time?"

They looked at eachother in utter silence,Odasaku kept his pale blueish eyes locked on the younger brunette, Dazai looked away slightly and gripped onto his pants as he blushed slightly and bit his lower lip...it was pretty obvious that it wasnt that good..

"Well?"

"I-it's nothing really..."

"Dazai..."

"O-odasaku?"

Oda sighed and placed a hand on his shoulder,pale blue orbs focused on the younger...

"Tell me"

Before the brunnette could answer Oda...his phone started to ring,he gasped as he immediately pulled out his phone,he gulped as he peeked whoever it was calling him,He sighed in relief as it was only Mori...wait...Mori was calling him! He immediately stood up and answered the call.

"M-mori-san?.....uhm yes....yes....okay....I'll be right there..."

The call quickly ended and Dazai turned to his friend,He was about to apologize but the taller had stopped him before he could even speak.

"It's okay,Mori-san must have an emergency...we can talk next time..."

The brunnette nodded as he made his way outside...Right,the boss has fallen gravely ill...Being the only doctor within the mafia,it had been a stressful month for Mori...Dazai made his way back to the mafia,hurrying to Mori's office,giving a few knocks...he waited impatiently,If Oda was correct...He had to be quick if he wanted to help his superior out with an emergency,The door soon opened and the teen was greeted by the doctor himself.

"Ah,Dazai-kun~ You arrived just in time!"

The brunette gulped as he knew that behind that smile was something more darker...He looked up at his superior,Mori grinned as he guided the young brunette to a room...his eyes widen as he saw which room it was...It was the boss' room....he gulped as they came closer and closer to the room...

Once the door had opened it was dead silent,well the only sound that broke the silence was the aubible coughing and hacking from the bedridden mafiaso boss...he felt bad for him,yes...but he looked up at Mori with a confused look.

The superior had asked Dazai to stay put as he approached the bed.

"How are you feeling boss?"

The doctor smiled as he looked upon the sickly boss,he was coughing and muttering the same words,not even giving Mori eye contact.Dazai tried to listen to their conversation but it was to silent,all he could hear from the elders was the same phrase over and over

"Kill them kill them kill them"

The boss had gone mad...the young mafiaso was about to question when....

Slash

Dazai watched in horror as Mori slit the boss' throat,a large amount of blood spilling out as if it were a broken water pipe,blood splattered on the walls and tainted the bed,The brunette's eyes widened and started to tremble...Mori turned around with a psychopathic grin as his face was dripping with his predecessor's blood.

"The boss has succumbed to his illness...and in his last will made me the new boss of the mafia...and you shall serve as my witness...understood?"

It was a coup d'etat all along....

Dazai was spaced out as he slowly nodded and started to piece everything together...no wonder Mori seemed calm...he knew this was going to happen...but he wasnt alone in commiting this scheme...the executives had planned this as well...that would explain the continous string of meetings...

"Dazai-kun,from now one I shall make you one of my newest executives..."

This was all too sudden,Mori made him an executive? His brows furrowed as he sank into deep thought,Why him? If anyone deserved to be an executive it would have been Chuuya...

"you are free to leave...but I forbid you to speak of this to anyone do I make myself clear?"

The brunette nodded and bowed.he had no choice but to agree...

"Yes sir"

He gulped as he made his way out the door,giving one last glance at the messed up scene...

He made his way to their room,as he closed the door...he walked to the bathroom to wash his face,he stared at the mirror,terror still written on his face as he couldnt erase the whole scene of his head,was this the true colors of the mafia? He then made his way back and sat next to the bed on the floor as he curled up and gripped his hair in frustration...shoukd he be happy? Should he be sad? Scared maybe!? He groaned but then he looked up and his eyes widened as he sensed the stinging scent of nicotine smoke....

"Ive heard you're an executive now...man lucky you livin' the high life"

He turned to see the ginger mafiaso gracefully sitting on the bed,puffing onto his cigarette...right,he was too busy overthinking that he didnt notice the other arriving...

"But I do wonder...how come ya look so devastated?"

A sly smirk curved on his lips as he looked at the brunette.Dazai however refused to give an answer...he was still salty about the other night...bringing a hand at his shoulder where his newest wound lay...he looked away from Chuuya

"Not talkin eh?"

Chuuya hopped down from the bed and made his way infront of the brunette,staring coldly into his eyes as he tilted his head.Dazai knew what was going to happen next,he gulped as he moved further against the matress at his back.

"Lets see how long you will stay silent~"