Natural Chaos

"Chaos is an angel who fell in love with a demon"

–Christopher Poindexter

1

"Have you seen them?"

"Ah…? I believe I've seen these two in my shop before. They're from the Armed Detective Agency, I believe."

"Armed Detective Agency?"

"Have you never heard of it, little lady? They've solved numerous number of cases here and are quite well known for it. People also say that, the agency is made up of 'gifted people', people with special abilities." The barista said, handing the photograph back to me.

"Gifted people, huh?" I thought bitterly. It was obvious that the strong would gather together to prey on the weak. "Solving crimes to help people? Don't make me laugh…All of them are just hypocrites, monsters…"

"Miss. Are you alright?" He asked, looking slightly panicked.

His question of concern brought me back to reality. It was then I realised that the empty cup in my hand was starting to crack. I released my grip on it almost immediately. Looks like I got a bit carried away/

"I'm…..perfectly fine," I said, forcing out a small smile. "I'm sorry about the cup. I'll pay for it."

"It is fine miss. You don't have to—

Before he could say anything more, I placed some cash on the table. "I hope this is enough."

"But miss, this is way too much! I can't accept this."

"Think of it as a reward for the information you've given me. This amount is nothing to me."

"B-but miss…"

"Now then, would you mind showing me the direction to the Armed Detective Agency, please?"

After getting the information I needed, I made my way towards downtown, where the agency was. It wasn't too far from the café, thankfully. There were some dark clouds overhead, so it would be a matter of time before it rained. Increasing my pace, it took me a couple of minutes before a brick building came into view.

"This is the place," I whispered with sadistic glee. "After all this time, finally…I've found you…."

"You can't do a double suicide alone~ but with two, you can~~"

It was the faint sound of singing that jolted me awake. I hadn't realised that I had fallen asleep waiting for the man to appear. Getting up to my feet, I brushed the dust off my pants. There was no mistaking it, this voice could only belong to that suicidal maniac.

Pulling my hood over my head, I took a step outside into the pouring rain, in pursuit.

There he was, a few meters ahead of me, singing and twirling his umbrella in the rain.

"You can't do a double suicide alllOOONEEEEEEEEE…." Dazai sang out and I clutched my ears. His singing was by all means, not bad in the slightest. In fact, as much as I hated to admit it, he had an amazing voice. But those lyrics….were just horrible. I was starting to question myself.

Youngest mafia boss in history? This man?

Are you fucking serious?

Gritting my teeth, my face began to morph into a young man's, some random passer-by that I had seen earlier today. I could feel myself growing taller, shoulders broader, hand larger and of course, my chest flattening to that of a male's.

Just then, Dazai stopped dead on his tracks for a moment, before turning left into an alley way. Biting my lip, this was not good. I wouldn't be escape easily once I'm inside—and maybe that was his intention. He must have noticed that he was being followed.

I watched his figure disappear from the streets and I groaned inwardly. I have been searching for him long enough. There was no way I was letting him go now. With a deep breath, I followed him deeper into alley as silently as possible. As I thought, we soon ended up in a dead end.

Just what was he planning?

With his back turned towards me, he asked, "You've been following me for quite a while. Do you need something?"

I let out a chuckle, unsheathing my combat knife and licking its blunt edge. "It's been a while Dazai-san…I've been looking everywhere for you…"

"You did…? I'm flattered. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"You know what I'm here for."

He shrugged, "I haven't got a clue. Please do enlighten me."

"With pleasure DAZAI!" A dark laughter escaped my lips, as I rushed towards him with my blade in hand. "I'LL END YOU LIFE!"

The male froze in place. I slashed at him, ripping his coat. Had he not moved in time, he would be bleeding on the ground by now. He spun around and grabbed my wrist, attempting to disarm me. With my free hand, I drew another blade and sent it towards him. His reaction was instantaneous. Ducking, he did a low kick, knocking me off balance. I lost my grip on one of my knives. It fell, clattering on the ground loudly. Dazai's reactions were fast—a lot faster than me. He swooped down to grasp the knife and charged towards me. Having almost no time to recover, I did a backflip, landing on the brick wall and using my strong leg to propel myself forward. Our blades clashed, sending sparks. For a brief moment, I saw shock flash across his features. His hands shook at the force of my attack. He staggered for a moment and I took the opportunity to push him back against wall.

"Who are you?! Why are you doing this?!" He asked, wide eyed. He was using both his hands to hold his knife against my own. I could see his hands trembling under my strength. With adrenaline continuously pumping into my veins, I felt a rush of excitement.

Am I getting stronger?

"You should know better…! You killed them! You killed my parents….!" I shouted. Engulfed in rage and hatred, I lost all reasoning within me.

"Your…parents…?"

With a growl, I pulled out yet another blade from my pocket and drove it into his chest. Blood spurted from the wound onto my face and clothes.

"You—

Cough…cough….

Crimson liquid left Dazai's throat, as I retracted the blade.

"It's over," I said.

"N-No it's not…" He choked out. "It's not over yet."

Everything happened so fast, the next thing I knew, I was thrown against the ground with a knife against my neck. Being silent, he looked at me with an eerie sort of calm. I'm not sure if I've seen a more terrifying sight.

"H-How did you?" All excitement from before had suddenly died, replaced with fear. Heart hammering against my chest, I waited for the blade to bite into my neck—but it never came.

The knife slipped from his grasp and the next thing I knew, his body crashed into mine. I could feel a sticky feeling of wetness on my thighs. His eyelids were closed—he looked so serene, almost as if he was asleep. I watched the rise and fall of his chest for a while. His breathing was getting weaker and weaker by the minute. Bleeding profusely—it would be a matter of time before he dies from blood loss.

But that wasn't enough for me…

I sat up, raising the weapon above his head.

This is for everything you've done, Dazai…

I'll drag you to hell with me.