He should have known. Now Chuuya was feeling guilty for letting Dazai jump off the roof. Though at the same moment he's also feeling angry at his damn boss for not being able to sit still.

And so Dazai has been in a coma for two years and he can't get over it. The first few days he felt like a volcano inside him, about to wake up and tear down everything around him. After that he started to act. Yeah, he realized that Dazai might have suicided because he's fucking Osamu Dazai, but he wasn't satisfied with that answer. He had to torture Atsushi for a very long time, who wouldn't give out for a long time and that regeneration kept getting in the way, so he had to take his time and break Atsushi. He always thought Atsushi was suspicious anyway.

A tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye. He designated Atsushi as a traitor, killing him in the usual Port Mafia way just for traitors. And the Armed Detective Agency? Destroyed. Every last one of them. Though he thought they were honorable enough people, the hatred, jealous and anger that Dazai was lying there helpless and not sure if he'd come to his coma mixed up inside and he was able to kill them without a single regret.

His day was now scheduled to the minute. All those constant meetings, solving problems with the new criminal organizations that had sprung up, because now there was no Armed Detective Agency to keep them in line, and because of that he had to spend the budget to whitewash the Port Mafia's name and non-involvement in the case, also paying as a charity to repair the damage; and a lot of paperwork. But he didn't forget to go to Dazai, no one else did it but him. By the way, he wouldn't have let anyone go to Dazai except the doctors.

The first thing he'd done when he'd gotten the call that Dazai had regained consciousness after an agonizingly long two years? He'd dropped everything and gone over there to look at Dazai's face again with those familiar open eyes, that look and that velvety voice. He missed... a little, of course.

But he entered the room with a serious look on his face, staring at Dazai right away. He was holding a bouquet of forget-me-nots.

"I always knew you were a tenacious cockroach."

First words. Chuuya wouldn't fall at Dazai's feet, crying and kissing, no, eww. Instead he just put the flowers next to Dazai's hospital bed and hovered right over Dazai, peering into his. Finally, he was sure that Dazai was okay. Relatively. All those IVs and suffering he won't count.

"Slacked off for two whole years. I had to do all work for you. You have no conscience."