I Don't Even Care About You

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~I don't even care about you~
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The start of the new day. No, not the morning when everyone wakes up. The start of the new day, for him at least, was right when it struck 12 am.

On a very high building, standing over the dark and illuminated city, lays a man. Orange hair, the color of the fire in an explosion, and blue eyes, the color of which fluctuates as does the sky. A beautiful man, the only way to describe his appearance with one word.

A top hat, so very precious to him, he wore and kept a hand on top to make sure the wind doesn't knock it off. He wore a white polo under a tight fitted waistcoat, showing his slight curves, with black trousers, which accentuate his leg muscles. A silky and expensive black choker wrapped around his neck, bringing attention to his collarbones.

To bring the whole outfit together, he wore a cropped blazer which showed his firm shoulder and arm muscles, along with a black trench coat over his shoulders.

What might this fine man be doing on the top of a building? Don't worry, he's not going to plummet to his death..on purpose.

He's scouting the area. He's been doing this since he left. For seven years, every night, for an hour, he goes on top of this building, searching. For whom? Might one ask. Well,

He's searching for his former love.

Or simply a sign of him. Just hoping, maybe they could meet again. He simply wants one look. One sign that his bandage wrapped slug is still here.

To his predictions, no sign of anyone falling off a building or a bandaged wrapped man.

If you were to ask him why he stands atop a building for an hour each midnight, he would simply say he was looking over the warehouses the mafia owns, which isn't untrue.

As he thinks about his old love for the infinite time, he spots a warehouse being overruled by a group of nobodies. Gunshots were heard even from the roof, showing that it was indeed an attack.

The hatted man smirked and jumped off the roof without a second thought. While flying through the air he used his ability to keep his hat on his head and trench coat hanging on his shoulders. He lands without a sound, and speeds his way to the commotion.

When he gets there, he's immediately targeted, as everyone in the underground knows him as an executive for the powerful Mafia. The bullets fly towards him, and he activated his power to stop the bullets before they touch him.

"I just wanted a nice chat." He mumbled irritated, and lowered his head to were his bangs covered his face. You see, these past three years, when he finally realized Dazai wasn't coming back for him, he became merciless.

Anyone who interferes with the Port Mafia, or anyone who's associated with the gravity manipulator, faces the consequences.

Most say he's a demon, spawned by Satan herself, or that he's a vessel for her, some even have the audacity to say she fears him.

Which isn't exactly incorrect.

After all, he has become quite popular amongst the underground. When people hear he's involved, they stay as far away as possible from him.

He hears about these assumptions, and becomes quite pleased from them, hoping they'd spread.

He hoped that when he became well known, Dazai would come back to him.

But empty promises haunt until they're broken.

"I'll come back. I swear, my Chibi."

The orangette, filled with anger from reciting that statement for seven years, gravitates 20 members and throws them father back into the wall of the opposite alleyway.

Killing all of them instantly.

Bullets continue to rain onto the beautiful man, but he continues to catch all the bullets with gravity.

Then, in a flash, they're all wiped out, blood and bodies pooling all around the small man. That's when he noticed it had started to sprinkle.

He looked up to the sky with glimmering eyes. He knew he would be in trouble by Mori-san for leaving the mafia quarters, but right now it hasn't crossed his mind.

He felt like crying, screaming out his sorrows, but he never did. This always happened after a fight. It always reminds him of how worthless he was. He was trained to never feel emotions, and since Dazai missed the training by leaving,

He took the punishment.

His emotions projected into the sky, seeing as how the pouring rain matched his thoughts perfectly.

He looked up to the sky, bangs covering his closed eyes, and sighed.

"Fucking hell, Dazai, you left me with your problems and didn't even bother to come back and help. How fortunate." He muttered out, muted by the rain.

"I don't even care about you, no good waste of bandages." He shouted, obviously a lie. He just didn't want to feel hopeless, so his melancholy thoughts soon turned into livid actions.

A shadow in the background has heard it, loud and clear. He saw right through the fib.

The orange head hasn't noticed the other presence, and walked away from the pool of bodies without a care.

"Oh, my dear Chibi, I said I would be back."