Falling

Chapter 2 - Fall

Dazai felt beautiful and relaxing blows of a sharp wind against his hair, face, clothes. It almost made him forget where he was.

So many suicide attempts. So many words exchanged between him and Chuuya about commiting a suicide. After so many fakings, he actually was going to do it.

The building was too tall, he realized then. Too tall. The long way made him remember. Made him summon all unpleasant and pleasant memories. All the wrong things he's done. He destroyed the lives of everyone else and now was going to do the same with his. He made a plan to keep Odasaku alive, made thousants of combinations of events from the universe his roots come from and every time he failed, he watched him die.

Odasaku... that man who was his dear and irreplacable friend, the man who suffered, who did everything to stay sane despite his monstruous and dark past as an assasin. Whose children were killed in front of his blue eyes. Children he loved, cared about and cherished like his own. The only light in his life was extinguished and he thought there was no point in his young life anymore. So he killed himself.

That was how Dazai currently felt. Not exactly the same, but somehow. He didn't think, he knew there was no point in his life anymore. He materialized his purpose and now, he's going to left. There's nothing he's left behind him.

There's nobody in this world who would be by my side. Not a single soul.

Just as the thought flashed his mind, his stomach did a painful flip. He remembered who that could be if it wasn't to him. He remembered the person he's texted in a state of blank mind. The person closest to him in every universe. Closer than Odasaku whom he loved that much.

"This is not you, Dazai."

"What do you mean?"

Chuuya frowned, the fierciness in his sky-blue eyes made him look intimidating.

"You know pretty well what I mean," he said and squeezed his fists that were clothed in a pair of black, leather gloves. As Dazai watched him, he found his suit funny for some reason. Weird, he didn't give much signification to it earlier.

"Enlighten me," Dazai said with a forced glare. He had to act like this. He had to make him hate him like the rest of them, so when he disappears from the face of this world, they won't mourn. The only word connected with loathful memory of him will be 'evil'. So be it.

"Don't play dumb, bandaged bastard! This!" he said and moved his hand throught the air around him, like he wanted to point at invisible pieces of paper levitating in the air, each filled with attributes of Dazai's current self.

"This is wrong. So fucking, terribly wrong and you know it!" Chuuya said, in the heat of rage, without noticing the danger of speaking with Boss that way.

Without a warning, Dazai stomped to Chuuya and grabbed his throat, lifting him from the ground as blue glow rimmed his figure. His eyes were blood-lusted. Chuuya choked and gripped a hand, his hat falling on the floor.

"Do not speak like that with me ever again. Understand?" he said dangerously low.

Fear was not painted. Chuuya didn't make any reaction indicating he caught his boss's words. Instead, there was confusion and shock, like he would never, not in his weirdest and craziest dreams anticipate Dazai would do this to him.

Dazai squeezed his pale neck tighter, making Chuuya shut his eyes.

"Do you understand?"

Reluctantly, Chuuya nodded, but Dazai hasn't let go yet.

"What are you-" Chuuya started, but was shut when Dazai tightened his grip even more. Chuuya started panicing.