A long time ago, too long for history to know, there had been a great war. Two entities of power fought for rule over destruction, though chaos cannot be commanded.

The victorious was controlled by destruction, and cursed to forever do it's bidding.

The defeated was split into body, mind, and power (for power is the soul of a god), blessed to be ignorant for eternity.

...

What does she want from me? What can a mortal have that a god may want?

It is not you she is after. She needs my power to rebind her Aspects.

She seeks to be whole again.


Dazai headed to the spot that Ranpo-san had pointed to on the map. How the lazy genius had been able to know the exact street in which the murder was going to happen, he really couldn't even guess at. Sure, he himself could probably have figured out the general area after some hard thinking, but the exact street? And so Dazai found himself standing in the corner of a dark alley, slowly munching at an apple whilst waiting for a serial murderer to appear.

When he heard footsteps coming his way, he put away the apple and tuned his senses to the direction the sound was coming from. He frowned. There were two pairs of footsteps, meaning the murderer may have an accomplice. Dazai sighed. Though that wasn't much of a problem considering his abilities, it did make things harder if he would have to defend from more than one attacker.

...

Chuya was approaching an alleyway that he knew was a dead end. During his chase, a feeling had slowly become more prominent. At first it was only a hunch, but slowly it progressed into raging storms roaring in his mind that he knew the lady. He knew her, but not just from their previous encounter. No. The familiraity he felt towards her was bone-deep, going way past his own lifespan. He knew that she was dangerous. And that she was a goddess.

The suppressed consciousness of Arahabaki showed him more memories of the goddess than his mortal mind could comprehend.

Past rivalry, fights, wars.

As the last flash passed through his mind, he reached the dead end alleyway. The woman was turned toward him. Three girls with their abdomen exposed lay at her feet. Already, he saw, the triskele was carved into their flesh, the blood slowly seeping from their bodies and toward the figure of the woman, forming a floating pool of blood around her feet and behind her head.

And then he knew everything he needed to know.

The lady was the Morrigan, and he was in danger.


Dazai saw a familiar redhead appear at the scene seconds after the murderer. He saw the lithe chibi dodge a spear of blood, the writhing red liquid inches from his body. Chuya ran up to the woman, preparing to kick her with his glowing red foot. His leg went straight through the woman's bones, ripping off a limb with the force of the hit.

She didn't blink an eye.

A second later Chuya hit the ground before Dazai, letting out a groan at the impact.

...

"Let's get rid of her together"

Chuya took Dazai's outstretched hand, allowing his partner to pull him up.

He didn't need to ask why Dazai was here, because he was. He went through every important moment in his life with Dazai, and this was no exception. Dazai was with him. And it seemed right.

...

His adorable chibi unleashed Corruption.

Chuya's cerulean eyes ebbed to two piercing pricks of red. Red markings snaked up his arms, his neck, his face, cutting up his porcelain skin into separate sections. Everything seemed as it usually was when Chuya used Corruption, except this time, he was calm. Dazai could sense it in the waves of power flowing off him: they were controlled. They were familiar, they knew what to do, they had done this a million times.

The Corrupted formed a single orb of nothing, the ball being no larger than the palm of it's his hand. It floated toward the Morrigan, taking it's time to get there.

A shriek, as the void made contact.

The void started off as a single point of the Morrigan's body. Slowly, it spread over her whole form, consuming every inch of skin in a pulsating, writhing black mass, until all that was left was a human-shaped void. And then that, too, disappeared.

But the blood did not.

Dazai quickly grabbed Chuya's arm, stopping Corruption from completely destroying him. Chuya had not been in his Corrupted form for long, but it still made it's price very clear. He collapsed face first onto a certain person't chest, trying hard to keep his eyes awake.

"Slug. For such a short person, you are really heavy~" complained Dazai, making no move to push Chuya away.

"Shut up mackerel." Chuya tried to lift his arms to punch Dazai, but he only managed to lift them an inch before they flopped back down to his sides.

Dazai chuckled. Chuya looked through his blurring vision to the alley behind Dazai, the three poor girls they were unable to save, and the pool of blood that used to float so regally around the Morrigan's physique. He knew he must be getting really tired, because he thought the pool of blood was starting to move.

And he thought it was starting to slither toward them.

And he thought it started forming a spear, that rose until it was level with Dazai's heart.

And he thought he saw it pull back, ready to strike.

And he thought he felt his own body quickly flip the two of them around, his limbs moving without thought, a burning pain in his back, warm blood filling his lungs and coming up through his mouth, spilling all over Dazai, and he thought,

That's my blood. On Dazai.

And he knew he was insane. Because he was happy, that it was his blood on Dazai. That it was not Dazai's blood, but even more, that he had finally made a mark, a difference in the bandage-waster's life.

...

Dazai screamed as Chuya collapsed, and Dazai screamed as he also collapsed.

Dazai screamed because he had lost his reason for living as soon as he had found it. Dazai screamed because the only person who understood him, who really knew him, had died. Dazai screamed because he finally knew what love was, and it hurt.

And he screamed and he cried because he finally understood. Love, was what made you give up your life for someone else. And if Chuya had known about Dazai at that moment, he would have laughed. Because who knew, that all it took for someone like Dazai Osamu to understand was love was, was something as simple as giving up your life for him, for the person you loved. As voluntarily dying, if it meant the one you loved could live.


I am very sorry for this awful piece of writing, but I really am not a good writer so sorry that the story is such crap.

Also, there will be a bonus chapter, so that will be coming out (not-so-)soon.