Moving stones.
A figure emerging from the shadows.
«Dazai?»
A word
A name
A person
A life
Chuuya
Tears begin to flow down my face again as the carrot peeler uses his control of gravity to move the boulders. Then he starts to get closer.
«Dazai, what the fuck are you doing here? I had to come to save a member of the Agenc-» he stops when he sees my broken leg. He runs towards me and bends over me to check my condition. He then looks up, notices my tears and red eyes, and slaps me.
«Asshole» he mutters.
«What's going on, Chuuya-kun? Why do you beat a poor wounded man?"
«Because that poor fucking wounded person is you»
He takes some bandages out of a jacket pocket, and looks around.
«Do you have anything to immobilize your leg?» he asks me.
I hand him my phone, still open on his chat, with his message from a year ago clearly visible. He takes it without paying too much attention but, when he is about to blindfold it, he notices it. He turns to me with wide eyes, and then understands the reason for my tears.
«You...»
«Your prayers did not come true, Chuuya-kun. I red your messages anyway"
He takes a step back, and he starts crying too.
I try to reach him, but my leg hurts too much, and the rest of my body is starting to give in due to tiredness and injuries. He notices my condition, and approaches me again. That's when I grab him by the collar, and hug him tightly to my chest. His perfume smells of violets and alcohol, his hair is even longer than four years ago, delicately tied with a satin ribbon, and I feel him slightly taller, even though I too have grown a lot.
«I'm sorry» I whisper «I'm sorry for abandoning you»
A little awkwardly, Chuuya returns the hug, holding me tightly to him, but I feel him paying attention to my wounds.
«You asshole...you abandoned me for a bunch of stupid detectives...do you really think I'll forgive you?»
«No» I reply. I know full well that he will never forgive me. «What I did to you was too mean of me to earn your forgiveness»
«At least you know one thing»
I gently release myself from the hug. I'm starting to feel tired all over me, but I'm afraid that when I fall asleep I'll discover that when I wake up it was all a dream. I try to find the strength to explain everything to him, but I fall deeply into his eyes. Two lakes observe me with hope, they sparkle like never before. I see ambition, desire, happiness. His pupils like islands in the vastness of his irises. His long eyelashes, perfect freckles. I want to count them all.
«Dazai» calls me back to reality «I'm sorry for wasting your time reading those unpleasant messages» he murmurs, turning away.
«Chibi-chan» I whisper, now almost empty of strength «There's a reason why I didn't say anything to you that time, nor did I say goodbye»
He looks back at me with curiosity.
«Because I felt that I would not be able to resist the desperation in your eyes and I would never leave»
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His last message ~Soukoku~
FanfictionIt's been 4 years since Dazai left the mafia and entered the Agency, but he still feels uncomfortable. His colleagues are great collaborators, of course, and Kunikida is a very prepared partner, but Dazai misses something...something that he feels l...
