He was just...standing there. The man you had known several years ago was standing in front of you, but was it really him? He'd changed, you both had really. He seemed...healthier? A little more colour to his cheeks, a barely noticeable spark in those deep, void-like eyes you'd been lost in many times before.

Dazai had left you, no, abandoned you five years ago after the death of his friend, Odasaku. Five years ago, he'd left you in the mafia, without a single word. Not so much as a 'goodbye', not so much as a note, a text, anything at all. Your own partner had left you to rot in this place. For a period of time, you'd thought he'd finally succeeded in his wish of embracing death, that he'd killed himself, away from the people who once knew him, cared for him. But no, he was here. Alive. Living his happy, perfect little life in this shiny agency of saints. The fucking Armed Detective Agency.

It's not like you could just up and leave like he did, no. You didn't have his wits, his connections. You didn't have the favour of the boss that he seemed to. Leaving the Port Mafia isn't an easy feat. Besides, your ability was practically crafted for a life of crime a bloodshed. Did you ever really stand a chance at leaving? Was it even worth an attempt?

But with the Port Mafia and the Armed Detective Agency finally calling a temporary truce in order to deal with this new, American organisation, The Guild, invading their city, and causing carnage, you have to see him again. After all, you can't negotiate an alliance between organisations without meeting face to face. So here you stood, next to Chuuya Nakahara, who scoffs and walks towards the door of the building with a quick mumble that he'd wait outside for you. At least you still have a buddy in the mafia...

It was weird seeing Dazai. For the first time in years, you can't avoid his presence since he'd appeared in that Detective Agency. God, you don't know how to react. If you wanted to give him the satisfaction of reacting at all.

''Ahhhh.... {{user}}! How's life been treating you ?'' The lanky bastard's expression was calm and joyful, as he stuffs his bandaged hands in the pockets of his tanned trenchcoat and smiles at you. You should keep an air of civility, afterall this is business between your organisations...but god do you want to punch this guy. Hes seriously going to stand there, look you in the eye, and act like nothing ever happened..!.?