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Chuya's mind clears like a river from one moment to the next. but he doesn't recognize where he is, a metal taste fills his mouth and makes him frown. Had he used corruption? Maybe it was just for the sudden wave of clarity, but Chuuya couldn't remember how he got to that situation.
then he could feel how someone weakly squeezed his wrist, the sight left him paralyzed.
Beneath him was dazai, he was extremely pale, his eyes misty, unfocused. There was blood everywhere, staining the brunet's white uniform a strong shade of crimson.
What in the hell had happened here? Chuuya wanted to scream, but he's throat was dry, she couldn't make any sound beyond a pitiful moan.
Why the hell couldn't he remember anything?
Dazai's trembling hand wiping a tear from Chuuya's cheek snapped him out of his reverie.
Dazai smiled softly "I was planning to die with a pretty woman in a double suicide, but dying by chuuya's hand isn't bad either"
was dazai hallucinating? Chuuya had threatened to kill Dazai countless times, but there was no way...
blood gushed from dazai's neck, his carotid pierced by two neat holes.
What? How the hell didn't he realize that until now? He quickly made pressure on Dazai's neck, but it was useless, the blood didn't stop.
"don't bother chibi, I already lost too much blood, I won't make it"
dazai? what wouldn't make it? How ridiculous, there was no way in the world that Dazai would die. at this point in his life chuuya was sure that the bastard was immortal, he had literally seen him stand still in a shootout and come out without a scratch.
the lump in his throat grew heavier, and the taste of blood seemed to sink into his bowels.
no, dazai couldn't die, he just couldn't. Chuuya had just found him, the bastard couldn't leave him alone again.
tears clouded he's eyes. this was surely some kind of tasteless joke planned by his ex-partner's bastard, he couldn't start crying, there was no way in the world that he was going to give him the satisfaction of...
but a weak voice prevented him from continuing with his line of thought.
"What?" and for the first time in what seemed like an eternity, chuuya was able to hear he's own voice come out of he's lips.
dazai snorted, as if the situation was funny, but still repeated his words.
Dazai's hand fell to the ground with a thud, as if holding it up was too much effort for him.
"i love you chibi" And although the word sounded ridiculous, Chuuya's world stopped in that second, assimilating what was said by the man that Chuuya believed was incapable of loving another soul more than himself.
but as with everything, that unreal second broke into a thousand pieces when dazai's eyes closed gently and he did not speak again to mock Chuuya's expression as he had always done.
"dazai?" hes voice was but a faint whisper in the silent world.
But Chuuya's words were not answered by anything more than a heavy silence.
Chuuya's hand trembled up to cup Dazai's cheek. Chuuya's hand was painted red, the breath caught in his throat, Dazai's heart had stopped, he was not breathing.
'but dying by chuuya's hand isn't bad either' the words spoken by dazai hit him from one moment to the next.
but no, chuuya would never be capable of such a thing... dazai might be an annoying bastard, but he would never.
And yet the blood was still there, pointing to Chuuya as guilty of an act that he would never be capable of committing.
Dazai loved him, Dazai was dead, and Chuuya would never be able to admit that he returned the feeling. So he did the only thing he was capable of at that moment, as gravity churned uncontrollably around him, Chuuya sobbed, and the gravity of the world shook with the force of he's tears.