CHAPTER 2

40,000 YEN TO CHARITY

Nakahara Chuya, finally reached the Warehouse district. Gloved hands casually placed within his coat pockets, and shawl around his neck, and if the situation weren't so damn confusing he'd be tempted to whistle a good tune, despite the cold and the snow.

He strolled along, because it wasn't like he was obligated to save that Dazai. If in the end, it was a corpse he got, he was fine with that too. However, it would be a shame if he didn't know why Dazai had called him instead of his Agency members.

It simply couldn't be helped. Dazai invoked the feeling of curiosity in almost everyone he came into contact, and Chuya being, his former partner and all, found it quite insulting that while that dog knew all the right nerves to hit, his mind drew a total blank when it came to Dazai. The dude was a living personification of the word Enigma.

So he set about to solve atleast one mystery in the long list of enigmatic actions. And for that Dazai needed to atleast have his final breath saved.

In warehouse no. 23, a mighty good distance away from where Chuya stood, it's occupant was reliving painfully the location's significance. Dazai didn't want to admit it, but the day he lost Odasaku, was the day he lost someone who understood him. Someone who gave him a smack on his forehead when he did or said something stupid. Which most of the time was intentional ofcourse just to cite an annoyance out of the other.

Now looking at his friend who sat there, with a non-chalant look in his eyes, Dazai said "What ? Wanna smack me ? Well, you gotta get to the land of the living. Oh, wait, you're dead you can't do that." And then he laughed as if he had made the joke of the century.

He figured the reason Oda, was so non-chalant was because he already knew, he had gotten a ticket to where his dear friend was, and he being the poster boy of patience was content in waiting for Dazai to get there, whenever he wanted and then give the younger man, a earful when he did get there.

"Gee, clever aren't you ?" Dazai grinned, and then winced immediately when the side of his face, and his rib hurt badly.

Damn!

"A double suicide, can't be done alone. It has to be double.." He hummed quietly. Wait, were those the right words ? It seemed a bit off the original for him. But then again everything was.

His huge captor, who had the gift of creating any object as long as it was in his memory out of anything, was preparing a master plan. The plan was this-

Avenge Odasaku. And of course Dazai being his close friend, agreed to help. Which landed in his current situation. Did he regret it ? Nope. Not one bit.

However, his plan didn't end there. Make one of Dazai's friends feel the same pain, Mr. Captor did when Oda died.

Now, this little part Dazai couldn't do. Few years ago he didn't have friends, that is unless of course you didn't count the human form of the phantom that he seemed to see.

Ango would probably visit his grave five years once, and place a boquet of his least favourite flower, and Chuya would probably arrive there to topple his coffin and pour '89 wine on his headstone, as a celeberatory measure. The boss, would come there with his little girl, and then say a dull 'May your soul rest in peace.' , and he, Osamu Dazai, unbothered by any of this, would be enjoying his decked out stay in hell, by playing tag, with underworld's mascot, the three headed dog.

Now, things were different. If Atsushi, or Kunikida, or anyone from the Agency were to see him dying he had no doubt they would drag hell from above and create chaos. He didn't want that for Oda's friend.

So, as his captive had conveniently not known of his change to the Agency he used his granted phone call to call his least favorite person -Nakahara Chuya to witness his death, and if possible shed a few crocodile tears, to express his unconsolable grief, and then go ahead and throw a party.

And then the rest Chuya would know what to do.

Ow !

A slam to the head, had him hitting the concrete floor so hard, he was surprised his brains hadn't spilled out. A long beep, seemed to settle itself in his ears, and he found trouble hearing and seeing what was going on.

When the ringing in his ears, and his vision cleared a bit he saw his captor, holding a gun.

"Look at me you trash !"

Not just any gun. To be accurate, it was Oda's gun down to the smallest detail. Man, this dude's ability was kicker.

Dazai gave the dude a cheery grin, and then without hesitation the man had his gun pressed against Dazai's chest.

"Die !" he said, and pulled the trigger.

Dazai had never been shot this accurately before, and he had to admit the sensation wasn't pleasing. He froze for a second before he felt his dead weight of a body, tilting towards the...flo..or, and he blacked out, a serene smile on his face.

Just the way it was when Odasaku died.

Chuya heard the unmistakable sound of a gunshot, and his lingering doubts of a prank immediately vanished. Running at full speed he made it to the general location where he thought it came from. Standing in front of warehouse 18, he looked around, before expertly drawing out two daggers from his sleeve and twirling it around.

He heard one more gun shot in succession, and he got closer to it's location, when he heard another one.

It didn't take him long to figure it out. Whoever it was expected him to come, and the person was definitely not Dazai, and he was giving Chuya major hints regarding the location.

He was near Warehouse 20 when he heard the next gunshot.

"Huh !" Chuya smirked "Fine you bastard, I'm coming to swing my fist in your face."

Then with For the tainted sorrow in action he took off and blasting through the roof of warehouse 23 landed right behind the man who held a gun high in the air.

"Bastard, just who the hell do you think you are ?" His opponent didn't reply, but gave Chuya a satisfactory sight to see.

Two pools of blood existed on the concrete. One almost dried up, and in another lay Dazai, unconscious, bloodied, beaten, and barely breathing. But something disturbed Chuya's enjoyment in what he was seeing. That vile manipulative bastard's face. An eerie, calm peaceful smile.

Chuya had never seen Dazai smile before. Smirk, yes. Laugh like an idiot, yes. Grin, yes. Those goofy, ridiculous expressions, yes. Smile, never. And to find something like that on his more or less corpse self was disturbing. That bastard ! He was probably alive, waiting for Chuya to finish this jerk off, and then to get up, and -

Shaking Chuya's attention came a loud laugh that echoed. "Nakahara Chuya, partner of this piece of trash. Fellow executive of the Port Mafia."

"Huh ?" Chuya questioned, wondering if this guy knew he was sprouting out dated information.

"I am going to have you feel the pain of losing your friend, right here."

And at that Chuya burst out laughing.

The captor of course didn't appreciate, being taken lightly, and let two shots ring deadly close to Dazai, which of course Chuya didn't mind. After all Dazai was acting out his big play.

Composing himself to ask the question posed a great difficulty "Where.. the hell .. did you get that idea ?" he asked gasping for breaths, and drying the tears at the corner of his eyes.

"Shut Up !" the man said to Chuya who was clutching his stomach and trying not to laugh if only to entertain this man for awhile.

"You are here to watch him die. Pretending otherwise isn't going to fool me. I know all about you two. Double black. Masters of Destruction. "

"So," Chuya cut him off "You are going to kill him off, and make me single black, in revenge for something we did to you. Dude you really need to get your information straight. If he dies I'll throw a freaking party, and donate 40,000 yen to charity."

"NONSENSE !" The man roared. "I'll make you both feel the pain we felt !"

"This is getting borring !" Chuya declared, and before the man could even begin to comprehend he was flying in the air to the other end. Chuya remained, his coat discarded, on the floor, felxing his neck and wrists.

"Pain ? I'll teach you pain !" He landed another punch on the man's face, before doing a roundhouse and smashing the man's head onto the concrete. And with every punch Chuya landed, a gruesome truth began to reveal itself. Though this man didn't particularly suck at fighting, someone like this dude couldn't have managed put someone like Dazai down.

Chuya took a moment to look back and see Dazai's pathetic, totally selfie worthy form, and that moment of distraction had his lip cracked from an incoming punch. It didn't faze the top martial artist of the Port Mafia one bit. He kneed the man in the stomach before elbowing him in the back, and then dodging every single effort this man threw at putting him down.

When Chuya had him totally ready to be chucked to the land of the dead or atleast somehwere near, the unexpected happened. The man in front of him, ripped a piece of concrete and in front of Chuya's eyes, it turned into a high class mechanical gun.

Chuya's eyes landed on Dazai. There was no way, no way in freaking hell !

A gifted, getting the best of Dazai ? Impossible.

Now that he was closer to Dazai, Chuya could get a better look at him, and none of the injuries seemed fake. Hell there was even a bullet injury on the right side of Dazai's chest.

"You think you can win me " the man said, while Chuya who seemed to have finally smelt something off with this situation, put together various pieces that didn't add up.

"You," he growled looking at Dazai's captor "Why do you want to kill him ?"

Dazai's captor liked the sudden turn of events. Finally there was this seriousness in the Port Mafia executive. His retribution was at it's pinnacle.

"To make him feel, the pain, he did when he died."

"He ?" Chuya questioned.

"Yes, this traitor is finally going to die, for killing him."

"Who the hell is this guy ?" Chuya shouted, patience having never been one of his strong suits.

"Odasaku."

And that explained everything.