child day

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Dazai: aw man
Atsushi: what is it Dazai san?
Dazai: something just came up and Atsushi can you watch over Chibi me for me? I gotta go really quick
Atsushi: huh? Um... Sure?
Dazai: great! Thnks your the best! See you later!
Atsushi: ha? Wiat! Where are you going?!













Atsushi pov:
Aaaaaaaand hes gone... Well today can't get any weirder... This morning we woke up to the news that a ability users gift went haywire so everyone in Yokohama will see a past version of themselves, ofcourse... I got myself when I'm a kid in the orphanage... Kyouka got herself when her parents we're alive, Mr. Kunikida got himself as a teen, Ranpo san got himself as a kid but surprisingly his past self was... Responsible and very mature, Yosano has a child version of herself too, a little nurse helper, see looks kinda stress but it looks like she's happier now and do i even want to know how the others past self look like? Currently I'm with Kyouka, the both of us we're talking with our past self than i noticed the small Dazai san who I'll call Osamu kun, is looking at both Yosano san... They saw him and the young Yosano some reason looks disturb?












P. Yosano: woah! Uh... *Ahem* uh... Who is this...? And why dose he remind me so munch of...
Yosano: hm? Oh this must be the little Dazai, and as for why he reminds us of him... Eh thats another story for another day, need some healing little fella?
Shuji: ... Healing...?
P. Yosano: yeah, you look uh... Wounded... Alot, c'mon i can help with that
Shuji: will... Hurt?
P. Yosano: no way! My healing method are harmless, c'mon! We'll fix you up in no time!
Atsushi: uhhhh Yosano san is that a good idea?
Yosano: don't worry, little me knows what's she's doing
Kyouka: I'm sadly concern...
Atsushi: me too...
P. Atsushi: huh? Why? What's wrong?
Atsushi: well uh... Yosano san healing method helps but... You really don't want to go threw it. . . . .

P. Yosano: done! Good as new! How dose it feel?
Shuji: hwoa... No more cuts.... So cool...
P. Yosano: right? How did you end up with those anyway? Looks brutal
Yosano: it would be likely from self harm, i didnt tell you but his current self is pretty eager to die
P. Yosano: so... Hes suicidal?
Yosano: yeah i have a few hunches on why... It would really help if SOMEONE would help me confirm it
Ranpo: don't look at me, his problems are none of my concern
P. Yosano: oh!
Atsushi: awww hes hugging you! I think he likes you little Yosano san!
Shuji: feel all better... Thnk you Nurse lady...
P. Yosano: uh... No problem buddy?
Yosano: hahahah who would thought the smaller version of him would be so cute
Atsushi: if i remember clearly Dazai san said he never go around the city munch as a kid, so we should take him out for a walk and explore!
Kyouka: sure sounds fun...
P. Kyouka: I'll go too
P. Atsushi: m-me too!
Yosano: eh you guys go, we'll be busy here, especially those 2
Atsushi: ehehehe... Ok see you guys later!












We exit the agency and go around with our past self, showing around town, they we're so amazed and they had alot of fun, until we passed by the cemetery, i felt a tug on my belt, it was little Dazai, i geuss he wants to say something
























Atsushi: hm? Hey little guy, what is it?
Shuji: cemetery... Inside...
Atsushi: huh? You want to go into the cemetery?
Shuji: mh...
Atsushi: um ok








He must be here to see that grave stone that Dazai san visits those times, i really wonder who that grave belongs too, little Dazai looked around the graves until he saw that single grave beneath the tree and went over, he only stand infront of the grave for a few couple of akward seconds until he kneeled down and dusted off the grave, it has a name on it but i can't see, than little Dazai mumble something










Atsushi: huh? What is it Osamu kun?
Shuji: Odasaku... Gone?
Atsushi: Odasaku?
P. Atsushi: must be the name of this person grave
P. Kyouka: is he ok? Hes shivering
Shuji: *hic*....
Atsushi: uh! Oh nonononononono! Plz don't cry! Ahhh Dazai san is going to make me do things either way if you cry!







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