1st Person POV
I immediately dropped Chuuya into Dazai's arms before taking out the katana that was sheathed out and grabbed a pistol for my other hand. It was going to be a long fight. I think Dazai knew what was going on since he instantly booked it with Chuuya. He must have known the man was bad news too.
"Ah," The man in front of me chuckles. Although his eyes don't match with his smile, I could tell he was having fun. He shifts his gaze from behind me to me—the person who was dashing forward, towards him with the intent to kill. He smirks and pulls a blade from his sleeve to counteract my attack. I see him jab his knife towards. It barely misses as I defend with my gun. I couldn't help but be surprise. There was no information that he had a knife experience. Just being able to kill someone with his mysterious ability was all I—the government—knew of. That didn't mean I wasn't worried. It was roughly polished, definitely nothing to brag about... "That's not nice you know. You could be a little lenient with me"
I frown. I have no reason to respond to his mockery. He wasn't a total noobie at wielding it. Just unpolished. Like he hasn't touched the blade in years. Yet I still wanted to talk. Maybe because it would be good to see if he knew and willing to tell me. But it was going to be a low chance for it to happen. He was smart after all. So there's no way not to mention it'll be pretty obvious. "Do you know me or something?"
He may look monotone but his eyes conveyed madness. Maybe sadness too, but honestly, it was hard to read him. Worse than Dazai and that's saying a lot. I almost felt myself feel bad for the guy. As if he lost something important to him. And with the conversation before this, it was obvious who that was... But what did I mean to him? What story am I missing here?
It was getting annoying. To have a story that I can barely remember but it was slowly coming back... I think... I just hope it's something I don't want to regret for.
"Yes, just a little."
He swung at me, as I easily blocked with my katana and had my spare hand—the gun—to shoot towards the ground. He was surprising nimble as much as I hate to admit it. He was pretty good for a non-combatant. But...
I managed to predict where his feet was going to land and hooked his leg with mine. It was an easier fight then—for the both of us. I stabbed his arm with my katana only for him to throw away his knife towards my face. I chomped on the blade and saw that the bastard had turn my gun towards me and shot. I tried to deflect the bullet with the blade but in the end it my shoulder. But that was fine.
I threw my gun away—not like my arm could handle the gun from my pain. In the corner of my eyes, I could see the gun fly off the ledge. Man, I need to find it afterwards... Hand arms cost quite a lot after all...
I watched the man below me. He looked fairly relaxed. Eyes that looked calm and even delighted. His arm, that was stabbed, wasn't moving—completely unnerved. Gah, how annoying... This is why smart people have to be the worse to fight.... I just hope Dazai and Chuuya made it out of here.
I repositioned the knife letting the blade point towards the man as I slowly leaned down. I watched his eyes for anything. Yet, there was still nothing. What plan did I get myself trapped in..? My good hand pinned his wrist. My katana stabbed his other hand onto the ground. Our legs were a mess and I was on top of this madman who could've easily was his ability to kill me. It was too strange for my liking...
That's when he chuckled.
That made me see red. I really didn't understand. In fact, this made me more confused. I made a quick slash—yet thin—across his neck. A warning to see anything. But yet, nothing... He wasn't scared of death. Fuck... Is he a sucidal maniac like Dazai...? It was strange. It was like he read my mind or something because just on time he snickered. Still without fear. His surprisingly crimson bubbled from the cut and began to leak off the sides of his neck. I guess monsters like him can still bleed.

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Lucid Memories
FanfictionLife isn't a fairytale. No Cinderella. No Snow White. Sometimes fate entangles around your ever being, dragging you into the depths of reality itself. And you can't escape. You don't have the power and the strength to keep going. You keep clawing...