Hoping. Pleading. "Odasaku. Please, protect me. Make it all go away-". But Oda is gone. However, even if Oda is gone, Chuuya will be there for him.
He walked. Endlessly. Aimlessly. No, not aimlessly, never aimlessly. His mind may not be capable of accepting it, but his soul knows the reason why he returns to this same place every night.
In the moonlight, the headstone glowed a stark white. The landscape lit by only the moon was eerie, but by now he was familiar with the surroundings, as well as the feelings that came with it.
Shadows outline the name engraved forever in the stone.
S. Oda
Sakunosuke Oda.
Odasaku.
Please help me.
The sight of it always invoked the same bubbling, dark, manic giggles from deep inside his blackened heart. It hurt. Please, it hurt so bad. A single tear hit the dirt at his feet just before his weakened knees did. Wrapped tightly around himself. Cold ground against his knees. Helplessly cackling. Hoping, pleading. please make it all go awa-
A warm hand grabbed him roughly and pulled him up. Feeling himself being draped over familiar shoulders he welcomed the familiar darkness even as he heard a voice. It was strange, normally he'd never allow himself to show such helplessness, such weakness in front of anyone, but this voice was...comforting.
"Stupid Mackerel"
Even despite the harsh tone, he felt safe. He knew that he'd be ...not okay, but better with Chuuya around. Dazai slept.
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