𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞.
- 𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙗𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙖 𝙙𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙗𝙖.
𝐴𝑛 𝑂𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑢 𝐷𝑎𝑧𝑎𝑖 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑁𝑎𝑘𝑎𝘩𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝐶𝘩𝑢𝑢𝑦𝑎 𝑓𝑎𝑛𝑓𝑖𝑐.
The shower of bullets fell atrociously sharp and loud like the rain, succumbing the quietude with a deafening sound as it reverberated all out in Yokohama. The skies were once again painted in the hues of purple and blue, signifying the town and its people's grief. Finally, the most awaited and feared day has come upon existence. Once again, lots of innocents lives have been robbed and blood poured down the ground— mixing with rain water and mud. Several bodies lying down in vain have surrounded the whole city grounds, some even clumping or lying atop one another. Surely, it was enough to surrender in the hands of the devil and call it an embarrassing defeat, however, that was not enough to make them fall into their knees. As long as the members of the ADA and Port Mafia are still alive, Yokohama will be ensured safeness as vowed by both corporations.
Walking sturdily towards the bloody path, Chuuya hissed as he felt himself weakening as the minute passes by. The situation itself was enough to torment both his body and mind, however the boy did not falter despite the need to rest badly. No, Chuuya was never one to surrender if not to his boss. No, Chuuya will never call it a defeat. As long as his ex-partner was by his side, he was sure to overcome this mind and soul wrecking situation.
"Akutagawa, stand back! You can't take him down by yourself, you arrogant asshole!" He heard the weretiger trying to control his apprentice, however it seemed like they were in deep stress based to the tone the tiger used, causing him to glance to their side.
And much to his dismay, Akutagawa was already sent flying towards to what it felt like a 10 meter distance. And as he predicted, the weretiger was already out there, searching for his partner. This left him all alone, facing the devil named Fyodor, with broken bones and wavering hope.
"Oh my, what a disappointment. I have spent years calculating and waiting for this day, thinking that the members might take me down, but I was wrong. None of you can ever kill me, not even your Dazai." And suddenly, Dazai appeared on top of Fyodor, floating and to what it seems like— lifeless.
As Chuuya landed his eyes on his dear partner, his knees fell down to ground as tears started evading his eyes.
"This can't be.." he whispered sorrowfully, with tears dropping faster than rain itself, as he clenched his fists and heaved a deep sigh.
Surely, Chuuya was never the type to go down to his knees, he was that stubborn and arrogant. However, as soon as he felt the coldness embracing his heart, with thorns tearing him apart, while his blood betrays him and leaves his face as lifeless as Dazai's body, he felt the world crumble in front of him.
For the first time, he felt helpless.
For the first time, he felt desperate.
For the first time, he felt enraged and fueled with desperation, despair and sorrow.
"I'm gonna tear you to fucking shreds, I'm gonna rob you the life you stole from thousands of men, the breath you deprived Dazai from having." Chuuya stated, each word emphasized with rage.
Chuuya removed his gloves, as he felt the couple that had left awhile ago coming back, ready to attack and cover for Chuuya.
It was true that he could not his power very well, and that he needs to be touched by Dazai in able for him to succumb the great power. However, if Dazai does not wake up any sooner, or if he is truly dead, then maybe it would be much better for Chuuya to die too. Besides, Chuuya's existence will be marked worthless if his partner did not exist along with him.
"Grantors of dark disgrace, you need not wake me again."
And as he vowed, he would offer his own life to protect his city.
The battle ended after an hour of trying to defeat death itself, and thankfully, Yokohama will need not fear again from such evil corruption. The war ended with lots of men having died not in vain, but in extreme heroism. The weretiger and the rashomon fell down in dire exhaustion. They fought alongside against death, giving their utmost best to accompany Chuuya in victory, even if it means their lives being taken.
Thankfully, none of them was hurt to the point of reaching the edge of their breaths.
Except for one.
Chuuya remained in front of Fyodor, eyeing his lifeless body with grimace, and walked towards the other lifeless body beside him.
He could feel his power draining his energy, draining his life exasperatedly. He sat down beside Dazai's cold body, gently grabbing his hands for him to be able to hold them if this marks as their last time to hold each other again. As he felt the last drop of his restraint and patience fell, he burst into a loud cry.
The members of the port mafia and ADA can't do anything but to watch and weep with the poor redhead infront of them.
Amidst is enraged breakdown, Chuuya felt a cold sensation linger on his cheek.
"Chuuya, call my out my name."
"D-dazai.." He whispered as he rested his cheek on the latter's hand, eyes closed while tears flowed unwillingly. Dazai's sudden awakening also surprised the ADA and Port Mafia— especially Atsushi and Akutagawa. Whilst Akutagawa was trying to console the weretiger that was currently crying his heart out in his arms, he too cannot stop his tears from falling.
"You used corruption again, believing in me?" Dazai asked, stroking the redhead's cheek with his thump as he flashed a small and tired smile.
"You're really alive.." Chuuya cried out as he felt Dazai's arms engulfing him in a warm embrace, holding on to him as if his life depends on it, as if it was their last hug.
"Have I not told you about my new ambition of death? I will only die if it is you I am sharing my last breath with." Dazai whispered as he hugged the shorter male tight, gently rocking him to calm him down.
"Call out my name, Chuuya. Even if I am traveling the path of the afterlife, I will still come for you."