After Dazai left the Port Mafia (unfinished)
"Chuuya, you need to let him go."
" I know."
"It's been months."
"Mhm."
"I, get up Chuuya. You act like an alling widow on her deathbed. I can't bear to look at you in such a state." The cherry-headed woman spoke, pinching the bridge of her nose. Her face was stern, yet a repentant look married her reddened eyes.
Chuuya, the man in question raised his head in response. His eyes downcast, with cigarette-smoked skin, as watercolor tears were left to glisten in the dark of his room. "I know Kouyou, I know." His voice barely a whisper.
"My, Chuuya... What did you ever expect from a man like, that?" Kouyou questioned, looking as though she already knew the answer.
The redhead kept quiet, eyeing the empty cigarette boxes surrounding the ends of his bed. Almost as if the answer was kept within them.
Sighing, the woman placed her palm on the boy's shoulder, a silent attempt to console him.
"He loved you Chuuya."
"Then why didn't he stay?"
"Because you're no Oda."
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Fanfiction{Not my Art, credits to owner!} \ Well, I like Angst, I also like Soukoku. So I'm here to fulfill the needs of people who love angst like me! Please enjoy! I plan to make more stories, so please work with me! This is my first fanfic. Thanks for read...
