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The light of the moon shone on Yokohama bay.
A black coat blowing in the wind.
The smoke of a cigarette mixing with the air.
Standing on a bridge, Nakahara Chuuya look at the night sky, for one last time.
"Chuuuyaa~ wha'cha doing here?~ Shouldn't a chibi like you be sleeping to try grow?~"
There was no response to the mans question, a slight bit of annoyance creeped onto the man.
"Chibiii~ are you so short your ears aren't working properly?? Or maybe a slug like you is too slow to pick up on my words~"
Still no response.
"Chuuya why aren't you answering?"
Chuuya dropped the cigarette on the ground and stood on it, he looked Dazai in the eyes, the once lively blue eyes not so lively anymore.
Had something happened? What could make such a lively person so.... dull?
"Chuuya what's up?"
"Nothing Dazai."
His voice was dull as well, now something was wrong because by now with all the names Chuuya would be fuming. So... why wasn't he?
"There's clearly something wrong Chuuya, I can tell."
"..."
"Chuuya why don't we go to your apartment, hm? Maybe the little slug would be happier then."
"...fine."
"Great! I'll lead the wa-"
Thump.
Something had hit the ground, but not specifically something... more so... someone.
Dazai turned around to see Chuuya on his knees, clutching the clothing around his stomach.
"Chuuya.. you good...?"
"I'm fine."
His voice was shaky and slightly filled with pain.
"Chuuya. What's wrong?"
"You know what... I don't give a damn anymore... I'm not making it past tonight."
Now those words had caught Dazai's attention, 'I'm not making it past tonight'?
"Chuuya what do you mean?"
cough.
Blood splattered on the ground.
"Chuuya-!"
Dazai kneeled down to hold Chuuya, the smaller fell onto his lap, his breathing raggedy and shaky.
"Sor..ry... 'Samu..."
"Chuuya what the fuck is going on?"
" 'Samu... I'm dying..."
Dying.
Dying.
Dying.
Dying.
Dying.
Dying.
Dying.
Dying.
Dying.
Dying.
Dying.
Dying.
DYING.
"Chuuya... what...?"
"I'm... sorry... 'Samu... I didn't... think.. anyone would... be here..."
"Chuuya what happened-!"
"Osamu... I... I'll miss... you..."
"Chuuya answer me-!"
Dazai's eyes welled up with tears.
"I- cough, I took... some..thing... earlier..., I don't... remember... what it... is..."
"Chuuya why- why would you!?"
"I'm... not... sure any...more..."
"Chuu-!"
Chuuya put his hand on Dazai's cheek.
Rubbing away some stray tears.
They slowly put their faces closer.
Despite all the pain within Chuuya's body he moved himself closer to Dazai's face.
And they...
kissed.
The moment their lips touched the pain in Chuuya's body was wiped away.
"Osamu... I love you... and I'll... miss you... dearly... same for... Kouyou..."
And everything then fell silent.
The thing is, Ranpo told Dazai to go to that bridge, said he'd find his 'final lover' there or something. He was right.
The priest stood up, behind the casket.
"We are all here today for the unfortunate death of Nakahara Chuuya, port mafia executive and the other half of double black."
The ceremony continued.
More than half of the port mafia had arrived, even Verlaine, a few armed detective agency members arrived as well such as Yosano, Kunikida, Ranpo and Fukuzawa.
But one person was absent.
Dazai Osamu.
The funeral had ended, most-to-everyone was gone now, it was only Dazai, looking at Chuuya's pale face. A few smears of blood were still on his lips, very faint but still there. Dazai remembered all of Chuuya's features, from his auburn hair to his faint freckles dotted along his nose and cheeks.
Footsteps were heard behind Dazai, he didn't turn to look.
"Ah it's you, your the one I ran into when I was 15 right?"
The man walked up beside Dazai looking in at Chuuya's casket.
"Chuuya still looks perfect even when he's dead."
"Hello to you as well Shirase."
"It's been a while hasn't it?"
"Sure has, didn't you leave for London though?"
"I did, but the whole remaking the sheep thing kinda went bust, ended up giving up and coming back to Yokohama."
"I see."
There was a few moment of silence between them, they were both looking at Chuuya's casket with him laying inside it.
"Say Dazai, do you know what Chuuya's last words were or if he had any?"
"... his last words were that he loves me and he'll miss me along with Kouyou."
"Who's Kouyou?"
"An executive in the mafia who took Chuuya in."
"Ah, you know, it was a few weeks ago I bumped into Chuuya. We spoke for a bit, but do you know what he said?"
Dazai turned his head to look at Shirase.
"What did he say?"
"He said he loved a man, and that man was you."
"I loved Chuuya as well."
'Which is why I'm going to join him tonight.'