"He is with an abusive bastard!" The officer exclaims to the detectives in the room. After Chuuya left, the officer went to the detectives.
"Well, what can we do about it?" One of the detectives says, shrugging.
"Don't say that Rampo-san we have to help him!" The youngest of the detectives exclaims.
"Yes, Atsushi-kun is right. We can't just stand by and let him stay in that relationship."
"What can we do Kunikida-kun? He doesn't want help and he's dating someone with the wealthiest parents ever! He could sue us and possibly destroy the agency!" Atsushi exclaims, waving around his hands to show urgency.
"He does have a point, but I do think we have to help him." One detective with orange hair says.
"I'll agree with whatever Tanizaki-kun agrees with!" A female detective asserts, hugging the other detective tightly.
"Not here Naomi-chan!" Another detective walks in the room with a smirk on his face.
"I think I can help him," he says. The room falls silent in disbelief.
"How the hell can you help him, Dazai!" Kunikida yells at his partner.
"All you're good at is wasting bandages!" Dazai puts a hand over his heart.
"Oh, your insults hurt me so, Kunikida-kun! Give me a chance!"
"No, we won't have the agency perish because of your foolishness!"
Dazai gasps. "Have you heard, Kunikida-kun?!" The taller detective stops yelling and looks at his partner.
"What?"
"That foolishness is key to human body and soul, it can help us in many ways. I learned this from my old job. Write this down!" Kunikida grabs his Ideal and pen and starts writing, halfway through Dazai snickers.
"I'm messing with you," Kunikida yells in frustration and grabs Dazai by the throat.
Kunikida starts shaking him furiously, shouting insult after insult to the bandaged detective. "This is exactly why we can't have you on this case! All you do is fool around, you waste of bandages!"
"Kunkidia-kun," a deep voice says grabbing his attention. He lets go of Dazai's neck and looks behind him.
"Fukuzawa, sir. I apologize for my behavior."
"It's alright, but I do think Dazai can handle this case." Dazai smiles and cheers.
"See, I told you-"
"Get serious, Dazai. I am giving you a chance because I feel like I can trust you. Don't mess it up." Fukuzawa says, sternly.
"I promise I won't mess it up. I'll head out right now-"
"Wait, let me give you some information about him." The officer says. Dazai nods and stops right in front of the officer.
"Full name is Nakahara Chuuya. He's pretty short, he has blue eyes and red hair. Some hair is used to cover the bruises on his face and he's always in a hunched position. I assume it's because he's trying to hide the bruises. He's also really quiet. Don't scare him away, we don't need that."
Dazai smirks, "don't worry. I won't scare him away." The officer hands Dazai a slip of paper with Chuuya's address.
"With all those bandages, you look like a half-mummy in a trench coat. He's gonna be terrified." Kunikida mutters to himself. Dazai doesn't hear the blonde detectives comment and walks out the room.
d.o
"You can't do a double suicide alone, but you can do it with two." I pause and stop in front of a door and stop to read the address. 109, this should be the place. I ring the doorbell, now all I have to do is wait. A few minutes later the door opens and a small looking frail body is standing there. Long red hair and pale skin. This should be him. He looks up at me and the sadness in his eyes hit me like a truck, they're such a pretty color but they look so sad.
I clear my throat. "Chuuya, I am here from the Armed-"
"Please, leave. I don't need or want your help." He says, mechanically. There are no emotions in his voice, it's like he was programmed to say that.
"Sir, I am here to investigate-"
"I don't want you to investigate!" Chuuya yells.
"I'm happy. I'm fine, please leave. Now!"
He slams the door in my face. That didn't go as planned, that's when I notice a mail slot on his door. I could give him my address if anything goes out of hand. Yes, that's a great idea!
I write my address and slide it into the slot. I knock on the door, once I'm done.
"If anything goes wrong just go to this address," I say, loud enough for him to hear me. Hopefully, he didn't go upstairs. I don't want to leave him alone but I have no other choice.
c.h
I hear the investigator's voice through the mail slot.
"If anything goes wrong just go to this address."
I see a white slip of paper on the ground and go to pick it up. I wonder where this leads. The detective was so nice and pretty, too bad I didn't get his name. I'm curious about those bandages though. I grip the address in my hand, the voice inside my head is telling me to throw it away. I try to ignore the voice and think about something else. Oh, I know! I should make dinner before Tachihara comes home. I go straight to the kitchen and realize that the paper is still in my hand. It feels as if the paper is taunting me.
Throw it away, Chuuya.
Don't throw me away, Chuuya. I'm your only way out. You're only escape.
Tachihara will never forgive you.
That detective could save you...
I put the paper on the nearest shelf, ignoring the voices in my head. I start to cook.