CHAPTER 3
RUINING A PERFECT SELFIE
Oda Sakunosuke. He was a weird fellow in Port Mafia. Refused to kill anyone with his gun. Spent friday nights at the Lupin bar, along with Dazai and Ango the traitor. It was a reknown fact that if he hadn't been the obsessive non-killer that he was he could have risen to the ranks of an executive as if it was child's play.
Dazai left the mafia after he died. In the middle of a mission. One moment he was there leading it , and the next moment he was gone. Done with the mafia way of life. And it was for that person he always held high regard for. Someone, Dazai regarded a friend, and that bastard didn't have that word in his dictionary back then. Someone whom he called Odasaku.
Guess after this, he knew the real reason why he was here. He knew the reason why Dazai finally smiled.
"You bastard, who are you doing this for ?" Chuya muttered, a feral rage possessing him the more he thought of what happened to Dazai.
Odasaku died, but it was definitely not because of Dazai.
And may hell and heaven all be damned, if he was going to let Dazai die this way.
"No."
"Yes. I am going to kill him." the man in front of him said, his eyes holding lust for blood, grinning joyously at what he was about to achieve.
"Didn't you hear me, you bastard, I said No." Chuya declared determinedly. The other man, stopped grinning, no doubt his human survival instincts, rather his sixth sense picking up something infernal on it's radar.
"Let me tell you something. If you choose to believe it, you are safe, if not you can rot in hell." venom seeping into every word, he spoke "Dazai did not betray Oda."
Silence weighed heavily on the two parties, before a scream of "NO !" sliced the heavy sir.
"Do you take me for a fool ? Do you think you can save your friend's life with a lie as lame as that ? Die !" the man yelled, madness clearly outlined in his actions, as he rapidly fired using his toy in the direction of Dazai.
When he stopped to take a look at his masterpiece, he saw all the bullets stunted in the air, engulfed by a red aura. The bullets fell, clinking to the floor, revealing the stone cold face of the person who had taken this thing as a joke mere minutes ago.
With eyes cold enough to freeze even the centre of the earth, and with a voice of steel " I, Nakahara Chuya, won't let Dazai die, shouldering the responsibility for the death of Oda Sakunosuke. If I do, then may heaven and hell damn me to the grantors of dark disgrace for eternity."
And finally the look, that the man wanted was on Chuya's face. The catch was he didn't realize it meant utter disaster. Chuya's power of gravity manipulation had all metal bars in the warehouse head for the man. The man whose ability was to create anything he had in my made those metal bars into smoke grenades to escape Chuya's line of vision.
"Tch !" annoyed Chuya looked around through the smoke, before realizing what this meant. Sure enough, when the smoke cleared, The man was now crouched, and held, an immensely bleeding, unconscious Dazai in front of him, with the gun aimed at Dazai's head. The rough movement was enough to disturb the Dazai from his peaceful sleep, and he ended up coughing blood.
Chuya looked aghast, and honestly he was surprised he managed to last this long. This raised another suspicion in Chuya. Had this jerk been waiting for this epic moment ?Did he blame himself that bad, that he wanted to die with a replica of Oda's gun ? The same way he had died.
Ofcourse it wasn't exactly similar, but ...Now honestly wasn't the time to thinking about it.
Dazai's blurred vision became clearer for a bit, and when he saw the person standing in front of him, he couldn't help but laugh, and slur, blood spilling out of the corners of his mouth as he did so "I'm gawnna...ruuiin your-perfec' selfie."
"Shut up ! If you can't make sense you dumb idiot." Chuya snapped.
"Odasaku, you haven't left yet ?" Dazai questioned surprised, and Chuya had to turn in the direction just to make sure. Well, ofcourse that idiot was hallucinating, blood loss, punctured lung, broken bones, hypothermia... It would be a surprise if he didn't.
"Shut up ! You don't get to say his name !" Dazai's captor roughly shook him, making him wince in pain before returning to laughing like a maniac.
Chuya had to resist the urge to follow the man's actions and deck Dazai. For once in his goddamned life, couldn't he act as fit the situation. He was a freaking captive, in the verge of death, and if he didn't get Dazai to the Agency's magical doctor, he could die.
For a reason that sent, Chuya's blood boiling to the nth degree.
"Now watch." the man ordered, and everything that happened afterward, Chuya acted purely on instinct.
The man was so sure of himself, and he wanted to watch Dazai die. He had the gun trained on Dazai, and he watched himself as he moved his finger to pull the trigger. He wanted to see the bullet pierce Dazai's skull. And he wanted Chuya to see Dazai turn lifeless.
Ha ! Like hell he would.
The second the man lowered his guard to fulfill his desire, was the moment, Chuya, dashed at inhuman speed, and used his control over gravitation to knock the man's balance. The gun fired and the bullet flew over Dazai's head.
Chuya caught Dazai before his former partner could hit the hard concrete.
Taking painful breaths, and asking for his suffering to end, was the only way Chuya could explain the look in Dazai's eyes. He smiled that eerie smile of his, as if inviting Chuya to do what he always wanted to do. It sent shivers down Chuya's spine.
"Pathetic ! " He spat "You're begging now ?"
"Who - 's - beg-" Dazai got cut off, when he coughed up another bout of blood.
"I'll kill you."
Chuya rolled his eyes. How cliche. From the corner of his eye, he could see the man struggling to get up.
His power taking the form of dangerous orb, shot out of his hand and he threw the man all the way to the other end of the ware house.
That should do it for now.
By the time he turned to Dazai, the man was already passed out in his arms.
"What kind of a twisted fate is this ?" Chuya muttered before taking his phone out, and calling the Agency.
It seemed as though Chuya had to give the Agency a lot more credit than he tended to give. His phone call had pierced through the chaos taking place in the agency headquarters over their missing member.
Kunikida, was the person to initiate the chaos. The long haired blonde, who very much did not usually care for his suicidal partner's whereabouts, was extremely troubled during the evening. Something about Dazai did not sit well with him.
The man usually had the annoying habit of turning Kunikida's ideals down, and the morning was no exception. As usual Atsushi was roared at to go find the bandage wasting maniac whom, Kunikida was sure, was floating down some river, or burried in some field.
When Atsushi came 3 hours later, than ordered, with a reluctant, whiny Dazai at tow, Kunikida roared his throat hoarse at Dazai's laziness, and obsessiveness to ruin Kunikida's plans.
Dazai simply laughed it off, and Kunikida fuming went back to his desk to finish the rest of his work. Yosano sensei, simply stated that, Kunikida should simply from now on add "Shouting at Dazai" to his schedule from now on.
Of course that didn't make him feel any better. Later during their tea break, Kunikida for some reason seemed possessed to ask Atsushi where exactly his partner was doing the day to which Atsushi replied "He was at his friend's grave."
While he had no former knowledge of Dazai's past life, visiting graves didn't seem like a thing Dazai would do. Also Dazai having been a former Port Mafia member, Kunikida found it even more astonishing that he happened to have friends during his life there.
His look must have said it all, because Atsushi then said "Dazai-san told me once, his friend gave him reason to quit the Port Mafia, and save lives."
This little piece of information struck a chord in Kunikida. The fact that, Dazai had been more comfortable sharing this piece of sensitive information to Atsushi and not he, his partner, made him feel highly in competent as his partner. Well, it shouldn't have come as a surprise, considering the fact Kunikida always took everything of Dazai for granted.
He always knew, the man would pull through no matter what. Had he unintentionally taken that trust to a whole new different level ?
This sudden change of perspective, had Kunikida observing Dazai more intently than anytime before. When Dazai, said good bye for the day, Kunikida who was contemplating any and every action Dazai took and hung on every word he said, found it hard to sleep in his room, without thinking there was something along the lines -
'Was that goodbye normal ? There was something odd about it, wasn't there ?"
"Was he trying to tell us something else ? Did he just say at as see you later ?"
"Why was his face like that ? There was something odd about that .. yeah definitely odd."
"Is he okay ? Does today hold any special significance to that person ?"
"Should he go and check on him, just in case."
"nah ! He'll be fine...or maybe not. Yes.. yes this is a serious matter."
And with that as his concluding thought, Kunikida, at 12:30 a.m found himself knocking on Dazai's door. No reply. With immense force, he pushed the door open, to find himself greeted by emptiness. Lying like a lone sore, on the middle of the tea table was a picture.
Dazai, he recognized, and Ango the representative of the Armed Association, and the only other person, he concluded was Dazai's friend.
This led Kunikida to have a wave of panic something he could not entirely explain. And uncharacteristically, he found himself worrying, which lead him to check the security cameras only to find, Dazai had not set foot inisde his house since dinner. Which then finally lead all members of the Armed detective agency to assemble at their HQ to listen to Kunikida rave on about how he thought Dazai could be in danger.
When finally Kunikida's added sugar and salt on how weird Dazai was, weaved a web of possible dangers in their mind, President Fukuzawa, ordered Ranpo to find Dazai. Just mere moments away from putting on his glasses, was when Chuya's phone call had them all jumping out of their skin.
"Hello." Kyouka answered.
"Get your sorry excuse of a doctor out here to the southern warehouse district, as quickly as possible. If you want Dazai to see the light of day that is. If you don't I'm just leaving him here." was Chuya's elegant greeting.
When Kyouka relayed the message, everyone's worst nightmare had just come true. Dazai had finally gotten himself in a danger that warranted Yosano-san.
Despite his earlier threat of leaving Dazai to rot, Chuya found himself working hard to keep, the vile devious bastard alive, and warm, by applying pressure on his various wounds. It didn't help that Dazai's annoying smile, urged him to punch the jerk.
"How long until the stupid doctor arrives here." Chuya muttered, seeing as Dazai was pale as a white sheet, and of course annoyingly calm at the sleep he was getting.
"Don't die like this, you bastard. I still have to kill you. You can't die like this." Chuya urged, shaking him, and simultaneously putting more pressure on the wound to get it to stop bleeding
"You, and that Odasaku, if you had some kind of deal, keep it. Don't die like this."
"Odasaku." came a faint whisper from the lips of the man lying on his death bed, and Chuya couldn't help but smirk humorlessly at the irony.
