One week.

Usually a week passed in a fast pace, one event following the next, the tasks given to him keeping him busy quite well, making days weeks and weeks years so fast.

But something had changed.

One week ago.

An awful long week ago.

A heavy sigh left the tangerine's lips as his azure eyes stared up at the ceiling above his bed, not quite seeing anything though.

"Where the fuck are you...?"

The usual determined and clear voice of the executive sounded broken, shaking with sorrow he didn't know how to deal with.

A wave of anger suddenly rose up in his chest, causing the petite man to grit his teeth. The hiss at the empty darkness of his room had no sound, afterall there was nobody here who could hear it, and as soon as it ended tears gathered in his eyes.

He had heard of what had happened to Oda. He understood that the incident triggered Dazai to disappear.

The next wave of rage came, making his fist hit the white wall next to him hard enough to leave a dent.

Was it even rage? Chuuya didn't know.

"... I don't understand why you wouldn't tell me... I never thought... you would leave me behind like this... Why?"

One week long - a week that felt like an eternity - he had been repeating those questions. But of course he never got an answer. The darkness stayed silent.

The Port Mafia for sure had the means to find Dazai if they wanted. Maybe he could get Mori to seek him out. But what then?

It didn't change the fact that his former partner had decided to leave him in the dark, to make sure he wouldn't follow him. Dazai had decided for him, and there was nothing he could do about it.

Clutching at the covers over his chest a quiet sound slipped over his lips, a sound of agony.

Why? Why was he forced to endure those shitty feelings? He didn't need them. And he didn't need that dumb smug bandage-wasting suicidal moron.

Each night he was telling himself that. Like a mantra he repeated it in his mind while exhaustion dragged his mind slowly to the darkness.

"I miss you, come back... please..."

Every night the same words, the same tear that rolled over his cheek. By the time he would wake up again it would be only a dried trace on his cheek, wiped away quickly before another endless day of a new endless week would start for him.