Say you'll still be by my side,
It's been 4 years now, and each day was the same. The weird happiness that the Port Mafia once felt was replaced with..what? What was it replaced with?
Nothing. They drowned in nothing.
One of them would go great lengths for the happiness again, but how far would those great lengths go? Surely, they would kill someone without a second thought for it; who would they kill?
This isn't what they wanted.
This isn't what Chuuya wanted.
It's not like Dazai really cares though, as he had left that hell of a place long ago.
The Port Mafia was just going to have to quietly wait, but the wait will never end. The wait will go on.
Chuuya wanted the wait to end, wishing Dazai was at his side; even if it meant to be thrown back into the shadow of the former.
Chuuya would never admit it, but he really missed Dazai. The stupid voice that woke him up every morning, it all stopped 4 years ago.
The auburn woke up at the same time as a reflex, but it never felt the same. If he woke up late, Kouyou or Kajii would come and wake him up.
If Dazai were to ever wake up one day at his side again, he would be rather angry.
Raging at the thought of how he left the Port Mafia, and how Dazai left him.
The morning sun hovered over the horizon, moving slowly into the painted sky. Chuuya stared at the ceiling, his vision adjusting into focus. He seemed to be on time, as he didn't feel the presence of a soul, or a body; the Mafia had no such thing like a soul.
Groggily rising up to start the day, he had nothing to look forward too. It was another day of fucking around as an executive.
Why did everybody else get the good jobs? Sure, he can boss them around, but he wanted something different.
No, not more, different.
Nothing special was going on and he had the choice to go out today.
Why would he? He didn't have a real reason why he should go out. So he wasn't going to.
Chuuya had no time for fucking around, at the same time he had all the time in the world.
As for Dazai, he was an important member of the Armed Detective Agency. He was always needed, and every morning he woke up happy.
Was he really happy? Was he really enjoying his time at the agency?
Of course; it wasn't as fun as it was at the Port Mafia. Or at least he thought so, it all could've been hallucinations that replaced his memories.
Dazai's eyes fluttered open and he stared at the ceiling, dark circles under his eyes due to the lack of rest. He should've gone back to sleep.
He risen to his feet and threw his arms above his head, stretching his stiff body.
His back even popped, and it felt a lot better than what it did feel like.
A wide yawn escaping his mouth, tears filling his eyes to the brim, glossing his eyes. The tears went away once he closed his mouth, and slid on his tan coat.
Dazai was definitely going to screw around with everyone, and it wasn't out of the ordinary.
It reminded him how he would technically torture Chuuya with teases and insults.
A bullet of memories shot through his heart; it hurt. It hurt just thinking about the image of Chuuya.
Then a bullet of guilt shot through his heart, the thought about the last time he tried to commit suicide, while he was still an executive, came through his mind.
He had almost succeeded, and boy, did that frighten the living shit out of Chuuya.
I never thought I would cry for you, nearly dying. Crazy, right?.. You're a moron. Enjoy the stupid flowers. I don't care. They're apparently your favorite right? ..I'll visit you when you wake up.
The words Chuuya said never really mattered to him until now. The auburn haired male could have gotten a random bouquet of flowers; instead, he had gotten the roses that Dazai enjoyed, and still did enjoy. And the fact that Chuuya was crying is incredible. It was something that even Dazai wouldn't think of Chuuya doing; ever. Too bad he didn't see his face, as he couldn't wake up. But he heard everything.
It echoed in his mind while he dreamt of nothing but pure darkness. He didn't dream. It was just like, a wait until he woke up.
Chuuya is a good person.
Or, he was. Dazai doesn't know anything about him now. Like, his whereabouts, or if his stupid choice of daily clothing had changed.
Chuuya wasn't at his side.
It hurt.
As for the day started for both of them, it was all the same.
Boredom; That's all that could overcome Chuuya. A steady day of nothing.
Dazai had it great, as for he brought the happiness everywhere. It never changes for him, does it?
He covers up the truth with bullshit lies, so he wouldn't have to face something as nerve-wrecking as that.
But he's a little too slow to notice that, don't you think?
"How many times are you going to read that damn book?" Kunikida said, angrily, while his eyes were focused on the computer screen. The screen reflected off of his glasses like a see through mirror.
"Like I usually say, the best books never gets old!" Dazai shouted in pride, in which he took in from stating that fact;
but, it wasn't exactly true, as some people get easily bored from reading something they already know about,
Like repeating time.
Chuuya always hated books, especially rereading them. He even hated writing, and it was never a strength of his.
If he wanted a book, he would want his life written on blank pages. Of course, that wouldn't happen.
The main character is him, but what good would a book be if he didn't even know who he was?
It would be a book Dazai would read, and see himself play as a pawn. He wasn't no king, or Bishop. Just a pawn.
Nobody would play as the king or Bishop, as for Dazai was the only special person in his life.
Oh, how blind were they?
The day was ending the same. The same as every single fucking day of their new lives, and it was miserable.
The madness couldn't show, but they were going insane.
Dazai's brown orbs gazed at the dimly lit screen of his phone, the unknown number prying his eyes. It had been in his phone for a month now, and he never really got the mysterious person's name.
He doubt that the mysterious person even knew who he was either, but that's fine. Strangers are strangers, and they haven't talked in months.
It would always pry his eyes, and he would reread those messages for any hints; who was the 'mysterious' person?
It couldn't possibly be Chuuya, as for the messages were kind, and his number was blocked years ago.
But it could be possible that Chuuya got a new phone and decided to text him?
The real question was, how did he get Dazai's number? He changed it after he left the Port Mafia for obvious reasons.
Oddly, the person would always respond immediately. Dazai knew nothing of their intentions.
If only he knew who the mysterious identity was.
The room was silent, to the point where you could hear the clock tick second by second.
Each second that passes is being wasted on his pale lips against the stained wine glass, the burning feeling going down his throat.
The auburn haired male didn't think of anything better to do. His phone vibrated; Sound loud against the table.
His screen had a notification, and only one notification. It was the number of the brunette which he had started texting months, possibly a year, ago.
The sunset is pretty tonight, don't you think?
The sunset's were always pretty in Yokohama, but it was a shame that the buildings normally blocked the image of the Sun colliding with the ocean.
Still, the sky would be painted with pastel oranges and pinks, sometimes faint red. The clouds would resemble cotton candy. It was something you could see every day, but every time, it could take your breath away.
The sunset is always pretty
That was all Chuuya sent, and he didn't want to bother to check his phone. Nearly 5 seconds later and his phone buzzed again.
Not on rainy days
//A/N: HEY KIDS I UPDATED ARE YOU PROUD OF ME
oh btw check for typos or grammar mistakes im too lazy to reread this ohmy
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Beautiful Crime || Soukoku
Fanfiction"Chuuya, I loved you." "I believe you, bastard, because I did too."
