A crying child left alone

by Hana no Hikari

Dazai Osamu, a demonic prodigy, later joining the ranks of the fearsome Executives of the Port Mafia: "... a crying child who's been left alone in the darkness, a world of nothingness far emptier than the world we can see."

4. Part 3

Part 3

Tonight, the child didn't come with me. I know this because the tiny hands constantly gripping my hand—or my suit, or my pants, or my coat—are not there. I feel lighter.

Free?

I laugh to myself—at myself—as I watch the rabid shepherd dog tear apart this insignificant sliver of a fragmented world apart.

Ah, what a wonderful evening.

Even twirling this heavy MK 23 around my fingers is as easy as playing with a feather. I wonder briefly if it would be just as simple if I were to aim the gun at my head.

Hnn... but Boss would be very annoyed at me if I shot myself and left this hat rack in his rampage until he died—wait, somehow, that makes it more appealing...

Tomorrow, before the morning light touches this part of city, this organization will have been another obstacle out of the way.