His last message ~Soukoku~

Some stones blocking the passage of the tunnel suddenly move, raising a lot of dust.

«Dazai?» a short figure asks, coming towards me.

«Chuuya?»

As soon as he approaches me, I realize it.

Is not he.

It's Kenji-kun, as shorty as like I remembered Chuuya being, who moved the boulders with his super strength ability. I feel stupid for hoping for it. Why would he come all this way for me? Meanwhile, my colleague approaches and, paying attention to my leg, picks me up and carries me out of there.

«We heard a scream, and we tried to understand where it came from. Along the way I found that pile of rocks, luckily it was only you! How did you find yourself in these conditions? Does it really hurt so much that you let out that desperate scream? You're still crying. We have recovered the hostages and Kunikida-san, they are safe...» Kenji-kun's voice grows fainter and fainter, until my vision blurs, and I lose consciousness.

I wake up a few hours later on a cot in the Agency, my leg healed by Yosano-san while I was sleeping, so that I couldn't use my ability. After explaining what happened to the others and apologizing to Kunikida, I leave the office, noticing the clear questioning faces of my colleagues. It must be strange to see me so dejected. I walk home, until it occurs to me to try the stupidest thing of all.

Chibi-chan

Chuuya?

It's me, Dazai.

The asshole who abandoned you.

I want to see you again, I need to talk to you.

I'll explain everything to you.

It hurts.

Now I understand, Chuuya, it hurts so much to see the writing of undelivered messages.

Did you turn off your cellphone?

Have you changed it?

Did you throw it away?

Have you deactivated my number?

Please, Chuuya. I need you.

A message.

I quickly look at the display, but I'm stunned.

Mori-san

My dear Dazai-kun, I am very happy to see that you have received my little gift. I'm sure I know exactly what's going through your mind right now, regarding your precious Chuuya-kun.

Asshole! What do you know about Chuuya? Why the fuck did you bring me my cellphone?

Another message distracts my thoughts, and I have to take a lot of courage to be able to read it.

I'm feeling more generous than usual, so I'll make you a deal. You agree to talk to me and see me again after four long years, and I, in exchange, tell you about Chuuya-kun and what happened to him. I'm sure you will accept. Come quickly then, I'll make Kōyō-san wait for you.