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The recent mournful cover that has settled over Yokohama was one that every member involved in the underground life knew about. The death of the infamous Demon Prodigy was whispered amongst the streets, circling the members of the Port Mafia as a weight lifted from their chest, yet let a blanket of fear settle over their hearts. What type of person is able to kill a demon?
The answer to that question, is the demon himself.
A second question raised through the faint mutters of the office of the Armed Detective Agency is, What type of person has the ability to bring him back?
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“Growing old with the person you cherish the most does sound peaceful, though.” Chuuya shrugged, his hand migrating up to the back of Dazai head, tangling into his chestnut waves as he gently scratched up his scalp.
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Dazai and Chuuya, a late night conversation of growing old as they share love between each other.
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- Part 2 of Bittersweet, Yet So Very Sour
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“We haven’t done this in years.”
Dazai let his eyes flutter close, and a feeling of comfort washed over him. It was unfamiliar, one that he hadn’t felt since the last time he was this close to Chuuya, but he welcomed it nonetheless.
“We haven’t done a lot of things in years.”
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Dazai and Chuuya’s relationship is complicated. However, there are times where labels are thrown out the window and all they need it each other.
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“You were a child, Dazai. That’s all you were. Not a monster, nothing of the sort. I’m sorry I couldn’t convince you of that sooner.”
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Dazai is mourning his friend, and his mind isn't helping. Chuuya is there to pick up the pieces.
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A soft set of footsteps echoed through his skull, and Dazai squinted at the blurry figure that had halted before him. The familiar wisps of ginger invaded his previously dull vision, and Dazai let a barely noticeable smile stretch across his features.
Despite the muted look in Chuuya’s eyes, Dazai couldn’t help but think his old partner was rather ethereal standing above him now.
“Ah," Dazai murmured, letting his hand fall limp to his side. He tilted his head as his smile grew.
"Am I dreaming?”
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I rewrite the events of chapter 109 because my heart hurts, yet my writer's brain is ecstatic.