Bungo stray dogs One Shots

Odango - Monotone

The whole world is tinted in grey. Small parts of darkness darken the edges and the unknown places. Only sometimes you see spots of white. As small as rice grains. The light that was desired by many was a rarity.

Sadly enough many people fought for the small spots of white they found. Fought for the pureness and the good. Fought so that the dark tint of blood slowly corrupted this spotless white. And so humans ultimately were doomed to live without light.

The whole world was tinted in grey. There were colors but they were meaningless. They were dirty and never shining. They all made you feel the same emotion: Despair. The usually described influence of colors that was so usually described in books dulled in the everyday life. Dulled until there never even was any other emotion other than negative ones. The world is a cruel one.

Red. Red was the worst color of all. Red appeared on the sides of the streets. Dark red fluid filling the drains. Nobody caring for another person losing their color, their red.

Orange. Orange were the lights of the cars. Never stopping for anyone. Never stopping their meaningless tour. Never stopping for anyone. Cars seemed absolute. Seemed dangerous. There was no place in this city that was not dangerous though.

Yellow. Yellow was an annoying color. It rose from the advertisement signs. It blinded those who went beneath it. Luring them in in yet another scam. It was so bright and strong yet so deceiving and fake.

Green. There were a few plants in the city. And those who grew old saw many violence while being watered with blood. They were cold and dead. The only thing that was seen everywhere was weed. Yes both the drug and the unwanted plants. Unwanted was another dark past of the streets. Small children trying to get by after being abandoned. People not knowing what to do after their job fired them.

Blue. A tint of blue was seen in the grey sky. And the little color in this meaningless above made it even worse. It gave those who looked at it hope only to be shattered by reality. Hope was truly terrifying.

Purple. Purple were the bruises of those who got into fights. Who got into trouble with some gangs. Who were hit only for their sole existence. Purple was a cruel color. There was nothing noble about it.

Odasaku leaned his head against the wall behind him. This world was truly a cruel one. The meaningless colors surrounded him and enclosed him in their terrifying oracle.

The red haired male was sitting there in a small street corner. Surrounded by trashcans. Rain was drenching his trench coat while he sat in the dirty corner. It fitted him. Him who would be considered one of the darkest spots in Yokohama. Him a former assassin who took others life only for a few pennies. It was a cruel world indeed.

And he deserved this cruel world. He deserved this colorless exterior. He deserved to be uncomfortable as he never did anything good. He saved a cat once from a tree but how could that nullify taking a life? Never. A life was so precious that it could never be measured. Taking a life – if by force or by shattering it's personality – was the worst sin. Worse than the ignorance of the world.

Yet the man in the corner wished for help. Wished for someone to reach out. It didn't had to be white. It didn't had to be pure and absolute good. It just had to reach out. Some people were too blinded by the thought of perfection. Yet they didn't notice that stopping ignorance and reaching out was something so ultimately beautiful, that it didn't matter whether this person was white, grey or black.

And that this person might need someone to reach out as well. Nobody can live alone without being lost in cruelty. Nobody can survive in this endless ocean of pain without someone next to them that helps them paddle.

Yet Odasaku had lived most of his life alone. He never had someone. After some time his life started to feel meaningless. He wanted to stop. Truly. But there was no one willing to take in this man that was drenched in blood and despair of others. Only after joining the mafia he learned about comradeship. About mutually helping out even if it is not ultimately good.

Still there were days when he was tired. When he felt like all his effort was meaningless. That all his effort was grey. And today was one of those days. He only finished his job a few minutes ago. Yet his whole body was exhausted. All his inner emotions, his color was drained from the outside. Oh how he wished for a hand reaching out to him.

In that moment something weird happened. A black car stopped. Orange lights marking a stop, an end to the meaningless travel.

The door opened and a man in a suit got out. He wore circular glasses and had a mole on his lip. His hair was neatly combed behind. The man opened an umbrella. It was black. The man was Ango Sakaguchi. A colleague from Odasaku. Just the other day Dazai and Odasaku annoyed him in his office. Maybe he now wants to get rid of that bratty lowest member. Odasaku chuckled a bit while closing his eyes.

Only to open them with surprise as a person stood in front of him. Their umbrella blocking the rain from drenching Odasaku even more. The person in front of him was obviously Ango Sakaguchi. Ango Sakaguchi holding his own umbrella in a way that Odasaku wouldn't get drenched. Yet Ango was hit by more and more raindrops.

"Come on. What are you sitting in a corner? I won't let you get paid if you slack off", Ango stated while reaching out his hand.

It was only a small gesture yet it meant so much for Odasaku. For the man that has never been searched for. For the man that never experienced help nor love. For the man that was only surrounded by those monotone colors.

He should have ignored it. He should neglect this kindness so that he wouldn't drag down Ango as well. But humans are weak beings that need each other. Therefore he reached out and took the others hand. Reached out for the help.

And as he looked at the man in front of him everything stopped being dull. Suddenly the world seemed less cruel.

Odasaku saw the ret tint on the other ones cheek. The orange lights blinking on the stopped car. The yellow lights reflected on Ango's glasses. The other ones eyes that had small spots of green in them. The sky that showed small spots of blue as the clouds slowly moved on from their trail. The purple bruise on Odasaku's wrist that marked the spot he got hit after trying to defend a small girl.

He realized that not all colors are dull. And that sometimes there was someone that could paint the world for you. Someone who reached out. Unknowingly painting over the meaningless colors.

Maybe that was what it meant to fall in love. Maybe falling in love was just another way of painting the other ones world. Or seeing the beautiful. Of seeing the beauty in the monotone.

"Uhm... Everything all right Odasaku?", Ango seemed clearly uncomfortable by the other ones silence. He only knew the cheeky and bubbly Odasaku that was always up for trouble with Dazai.

Odasaku gave him a genuine smile: "Yeah, thanks".

And who knows maybe this smile also changed the colors of the world for the other man. Though that is a different story.

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Yay I procrastinated and now I have to write eight pages in one day! Thank you past me! Anyway sorry that it's only four chapters but I have procrastinated too much so the next few days are going to be veeeery stressful...