A God in Dog's clothing
The bottle was empty.
Small drops of red liquid were running to the bottom of it along green glass walls. They suddenly were lifted up and became a whole paddle of wine. Drops were levitating inside of bottle. The red shining surrounded them, that's why the bottle also seemed being red now. The paddle flew out of the bottleneck. There was nothing but the empty bottle on the wooden table. Few moments after a crystal clear wineglass was moved to the paddle in the air. A drink spreaded along wineglass borders for a second, but the loud clink was heard second later.
The wineglass was broken.
It fell down just to the floor and crushed into thousand pieces. Sharp and small shards scattered in different corners of room. A dark spot had appeared on white tile. It seemed rather bloody than dirty. A smell of alcohol filled the room's air, making it similar with smell in rat's corners.
Chuya hated rats.
Especially one brown-haired cunning rat. That bastard likes playing games with death and making fun of surrounding people. Now he hides under the protection of Armored Agency. A deep rabbit hole, where animal like guard dog can`t enter. Yes, that`s true. Rats are afraid of cats, but dogs are just an empty place for them. Cats are elegant and stylish. They are hunting for victims not one day. Chasing and enjoying the despair – that's what they really want. There was one dangerous and mysterious cat in Yokohama. Hiding in the House of Dead didn`t turn him into a real mouse. Fyodor Dostoevskiy is the only one who can actually defeat that suicidal bastard. The Port Mafia and Armored Agency are in the edge of war, but the only thing Chuya was really bothered by is the difference between dogs and cats.
Dazai called Chuya "dog" once.
And since that time Nakahara achieved a new aim for living. He hated Osamu by all heart. Every day he tried to struggle and avoid that annoying smile, those awful jokes and genial-disgusting suggestions. But each time he failed. He followed the commands like a dog. He did all Dazai`s order thinking that he Port Mafia spirit rules him. But that was a mistake. Chuya would never say that out loud, but he trusted Dazai. Every time, before, during and after each battle. Osamu saved Nakahara`s life for the hundred of times. A small touch turned the God into a small red dog. One contact, and all the power of gravity turns into dust. If Dazai didn`t stop Chuya`s power, Corruption would firstly destroy the whole world with Dazai himself, and after that Nakahara would meet his fate too. Chuya wasn`t afraid of death. He was afraid of being dying without a revenge for that rat. Why did he decide that only No Longer Human can stop him? He`s never tried going till the end. What does go after the losing control and all destructions? Why had he thought he couldn't control own body?
Chuya made up his mind.
Smell of alcohol still existed in room, but Nakahara didn't care. He grabbed the hat and coat and left the room in hurry.
Chuya walked fast, stumbling on every step and holding a hat. The wind was strong and cold. Despite that he was carrying a coat in hands, letting the wind cool mad and angry mind. It didn't help though. There was a small park near, and Chuya reached it soon. He was standing in small narcissus meadow. Bright flowers weren't different from usual grass now. Dark night covered sunny blossom with deep sorrow.
The gloves were taken of.
The black leather hides the power. Gloves fell down and lost in thick grass. The wind wasn't getting weaker. Red strips are starting running along the white skin. One after another, painting wonderful patterns and curls. Corruption went spreading wider.
Chuya started losing attention. Everything was blurred and foggy. Earth went away from his legs. Despite that he felt calmly. He didn't feel cold or warmth, happiness or despair. Sense of losing gravity powers around him was the only one worth thing to notice. A loud silence spread wider. The wind got stronger and even pushed the hat away. White short was expending in the air as well as red hair did.
The whole Chuya's body was levitating. Red shining surrounded small figure above bushes and flowers in darkness. Nakahara started emiting gravitation streams and creating a magnetic field around himself. Small collapsars revealed from times to times, breaking wind's impulses. The power of Corruption grew every minute. Chuya was in such statements hundreds times. Usually he felt nothing but emptiness and heavy pain in body. Ruling gravity takes all powers. Usually you can't stop Earth from rotating around the sun as well as gravitation on it. There was an exception just for Chuya.
Dazai have always provided the redemption for such powers. He's always stopped Nakahara from himself. Chuya realized how weak he was. He didn't use to be as independent as he wished. Dazai hold his life and heart in white medical bandages, showed the way to escape. Nakahara trusted and went through that pass. In the dark place of far mind corners, eye-on-eye with powerful gravity, Chuya had been looking for the light in the end of tunnel.
Now he had no ways to escape.
Chuya's heart made a slow hit. His pulse was getting weaker, though gravity storm around has becoming stronger. Chuya wasn't moving, letting the destruction take all control. He usually didn't have an option to think in a clear way, but this time was different. Now he felt the pressure fully and thanked all gods he didn't use to remember anything from previous transformations. That pain was as bad as hell. Chuya felt all waves that were cutting the air after each explosion of collapsars. Hands were burning, eyes hurt too. Bones in own body seemed broken - that's how powerful Upon the Tainted Sorrow was. Upon and upper that selfish bastard, that tained rat. Yes, that's what Chuya wanted to feel.
Someone calls it "freedom".
Nakahara didn't notice how much time had passed. He's just suddenly felt the fresh wind again. The cold streams of air and quiet rustling of narcissuses appeared in front of him. Chuya fell down on his knees. The ground around him was trampled and mixed with rocks. He made a heavy breath and coughed with blood. Once, twice. Red strips from hands and body had gone away. Instead of them own blood blurred sleeves of white shirt. Chuya was as angry. Blood in throat did breathing process hard. The only one possible explanation on happened thing stood behind him – Chuya knew it for sure. He made an attempt to stand up, but tiredness and pain were too strong. He sat down on bold ground, helping himself with hands. Palms were covered with some kind of burns: skin was rough and peeled off in some places. He hesitated for few moments. All in all he raised eyes and saw a person he hated the most in this world.
He was smiling. Long coat, snow-white bandages and sarcastic gaze. His hand was stretched towards Chuya. Maybe that meant a sign of help or even loyalty. Nakahara didn't care. The wind blew his dizzy mind far away. To the place where Chuya could smile as well.
"Ru-ru-ru-ru you can't…commit a double suicide alone…wow-wow"
Chuya had a strong feeling of own despair. Not again. That just couldn't be the truth. Not now. Not with that friggin bastard. Instead of being a God Chuya chose loyal dog's fate. Again.
"However in pair, it's possible…"
He didn't try to open eyes or make a single movement. He didn't want to have a guess about place he's been existing in particular time. Strong memory showed all recent events and replayed the chronology in own had. He remembered everything. Chuya was afraid from that discovery. He's never recognized anything using Corruption. Now he remembered the moment of letting gravitation work on her own, levitating in air, appearances of each collapsars. The physical pain has gone away. Despite that deep and bitter awareness had come. Dazai saved Chuya's life. Meanwhile Chuya himself couldn't accept such an obvious thing. That light touch to the shoulder made all power disappear. In that state Nakahara didn't hear careful steps in high bushes, didn't even think over a possibility that Osamu would appear. That rat caught Chuya in the darkest corner, where last one put himself there by his own. Like a tired dog he was waiting for a bullet in heart. But destiny played a bad joke. He received the rescue.
"Have you ever noticed how ridiculous our existence is? Our life aims are just funny. And death is the most hilarious part, isn't it?"
Dazai and Chuya were sitting in small room just on the floor. Chuya leaned back a cold wall, while Dazai sat in front of him and starred with curious glare.
"Why?"
Chuya's voice was weak. Lips moved slowly, while state of mind was in total chaos.
"Are you kidding? Don't say that endless problems and fool people are more interesting than bright mental break down in front of death's face. You know I've exp-"
"Why. Did. You. Save. Me. How had you even understood that I'm using Corruption? How did you find out where had I been? And in all God's sake, HOW DARE YOU MAKING CHOICES ABOUT MY LIFE INSTEAD OF ME?!"
Chuya ripped of his voice. In total silence, Dazai's phone rang. Sparkles in his eyes had gone away, he looked puzzled. He was talking for few minutes.
"All right, Kunukida-kun. I'll be there in 20 minutes". He hid the phone and rose up eyes on Chuya.
"I thought our partnership let us know everything about each other. I won't believe you haven't noticed GPS-transmitter in your right shoe. I don't remember you had special feelings about nature, especially of narcissus fields. Well, they are definitely your flowers. Symbols of honor and admirations. I also had own bad feeling. You know, I've read The Complete Guide to Perfect Suicide. That's why I came"
Dazai got up from his place and went towards the exit of room. Almost near the door he stopped.
"You're my dog, remember? And as a good owner I have to take care about you. I wish we could talk more, but there are some serious shit in Agency that Kunukida told me about. If you decide to commit a suicide, ask me about interesting way of it first. Gods can't die in such common way"
Dazai went away. Chuya was left in total silence, holding a small yellow narcissus in right hand. He showed a weak smirk, adjusted the hat and went outside as well. The sun was rising, the wind was blowing.
Chuya was smiling.