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A clapping noise filled the space around the three men on the rooftop, the port mafia boss Osamu Dazai, his subordinate Atsushi Nakajima and another man, Akutagawa Ryuunosuke. Dazai was applauding them, looking at them with a quite proud expression, while the two boys looked at him confused. Suddenly the spot the man walking backwards, and before either of them had the choice to walk closer Dazai threw himself off the roof with a simple smile.
-"Boss!" Atsushi yelled, yet no one was there to help.
Akutagawa only looked forwards in disappointment, the person he fought so hard to kill for stealing his sister, now laid dead on the concrete below them.
What a gruesome death, they both thought, looking below at the pool of blood, which belonged to the man in front of them just seconds before. Yet his body looked to be mostly intact, it seems like Dazai Osamu refused to die ugly. Still even from that high up they could still spot the blood flooding out from his front, his lungs clearly collapsing, and his intestines leaking out, forced out by the bones that got rearranged by the hand impact with the concrete.
The first person to reach the body was the boss's own partner, Nakahara Chuuya, a strawberry blonde man, who ran to his side before the two boys even registered it. Even from up there they could see the shorter man kick the dead body in anger and screaming his heart out below them.
Some other mafia workers started to exit the building, trying to get to the body only to be pushed and thrown away by the mad man who protected the boss's body even after death.
Chuuya's thoughts were all over the place, choosing between anger and grief. He held the body of his partner, both in the workplace and in the romantic sense, hugging it regardless of the blood pouring out onto him, messing his clothes. He refused to let anyone else touch the body as he carried it himself into what used to be their office, where he lays it down on the big chair situated in the middle of the room.
Taking a better look at it he could see the condition in which the body was, the neck clearly snapped and bone peaking through the skin, both his legs clearly broken on impact from the way they sat almost backwards, and his spine was smashed into a ton of tiny bits that exited his skin from different places, his body now leaning over. He could even spot some blood leaking out from his ear, watching it slide down towards his neck.
Chuuya watched the body with the same adoration he always held when looking at his partner, leaning in to lick the blood pouring down his neck, pecking his face on every single place he could reach without damaging the body any further. He started sliding the clothes off the body, the scarf was missing, someone was already sent to find it, on his shoes probably flew away by the force of the impact with the concrete, the coat was damaged, the leather ripped apart and stained by blood, yet he hung it in the coat rack near the door. He then took off the button up, followed by the pants Dazai always wore, and laid the body on the table, going to get a cloth which he wet thoroughly.
-"Mm, 'samu, you’re so very pretty.. Even like this you’re pretty, don’t worry Ill patch you up and you’ll be back in no time, yeah?" Chuuya spoke, adoring the body's face, cupping it's cheek, while cleaning off all the blood stains he found. He had his experience in this side of the medical field before, watching Doc embalm a body for a funeral before, so he had an idea of what he was supposed to do. He felt the body stiff, noting the rigor mortis and looking for other things he might have to account for, shoving a book under the head of his partner.
-"Sadly you wont be able to talk my head off after this, darling. Silence was never your forte, but it’ll have to make due, hm?" Chuuya spoke, reaching for a needle and some string, moving closer to sew the mouth together, kissing it once he was done. He opened the eyes one last time, admiring the dark void he was swallowed into one last time before he closed both eyes properly.
-"How do you feel about staying on this chair forever? Its comfortable, is it not?" Chuuya asks the body of his once lover, tracing his thumb around his cheek for a few seconds before setting the body onto the chair. He then moved over to a room nearby where he knew Dazai held some of his clothes, and picked a simple black button up and his favourite coat, with a pair of black slacks. He came back with the clothes, starting dressing him up.
-"You’re a real asshole, you know? I was supposed to be the one killing you. And here you are, leaving me without a word. Ill never truly forgive you, Osamu." Chuuya speaks, his tone soft as he feels his body clenching up in anger. Hes tempted to beat the body beneath him up beyond recognition, but what a waste that would be, hm? So he decided against it, leaning in to kiss the lips that lost the softness they once had, nibbling on the thread before feeling the body lean slightly onto him.
Still a new boss was needed, and Chuuya was the perfect candidate even if he refused to allow the switch of the boss already. So here he is, in the same blood stained chair, three weeks after the whole incident. Dazai's body has already decomposed, the skull left on the table and the scarf arranged around it.
-"Sir, there is someone here asking to meet you." Hirotsu spoke, opening the door just enough to be seen, looking towards the boss who nodded, unfazed by the person asking for him.
A tall man in a brown coat walks in, and he recognises the person as someone from the armed detective agency.
-"What is your business in my office?" Chuuya asks, letting the skull down and looking at him with a rather tense expression.
-"Im here to give you my apologies, new boss of the port mafia. Im afraid I was the last person the former boss has talked to, he looked rather melancholic. We as the armed detective agency offer you our condolences, we knew about you and Dazai's closeness." the man speaks calmly, standing his ground even after he saw the red glow surrounding Chuuya's body, something quite admirable.
-"You were the last person he spoke to? And so what, you think you had any influence on his death? This dumbass has been suicidal for years, he would’ve killed himself regardless if he met you of not!" Chuuya speaks, anger radiating off him as his feet created a little indent into the floor of the office. How dare this man assume his life mattered for Dazai, that his presence might have pushed the former boss towards his actions, how foolish. How unnervingly annoying.
-"Leave." Chuuya says waving him away, but you could see on his face that those words were the last warning before death, and so Oda left the office with bow.
Chuuya turned the skull of his beloved around, forcing it to look at him.
-"Did you hear that? That dumbass thought you cared about him. You never cared about anyone, so clearly he didn’t know shit about you." Chuuya said as he heard another knock on the door, this time just a subordinate who brought back Dazai's old coat, repaired.
-"Sir we found this letter in the coat's pocket" the guy said, handing him a piece of paper with messy writing alongside the coat, Chuuya taking both of them and going back to sit down.
The letter wasn’t that long, and only a few sentences were even legible anymore, the rest covered in dried blood to the point the paper started to rot. The words he could read said something along the lines of an apology and a confession so sappy he almost felt himself rip the paper apart, cringing at the sweet words received. Still the last sentence was the clearest one, it read "Kiss me until I start to rot. I'll be awaiting you down here!". Chuuya almost felt himself crack a smile as he picked up the skull, turning it to face him, and kissing where used to be his lips, now just teeth, feeling the dry texture of bone against his soft lips.