He didn’t know what happened with you after he left, is not like he cared either but sometimes that thought kept him awake at night, maybe more often than he cared to admit.

Dazai left because he gave him the option to, he had always been so full of himself even after he left the Port Mafia yet now he tried to appear more approchable.

He had panned the night after that event that it was time to leave his past self behind and actually do something good for once. Things packed, money in hand and a destination that awaited for him behind the doors of the Mafia; Dazai left everything behind, including you, his own blood.

And even after many years that he didn’t heard a thing from you he thought that the Port Mafia had ended you but Dazai wasn’t prepared to meet you that day, after receiving an important call from the agency he rushed in since Fukuzawa didn’t gave him details.

Brown eyes locked with yours, his shine was gone, fists clenching at his sides as he tried to keep his cool, but right now he felt his body tremble with anxiety. It was like looking in a mirror stuck in time.

“We meet again…”

Dazai's voice came out in a whisper, he had to blink a couple of times to be sure that he wasn’t dreaming. You weren’t the same and he knew that perfectly, he wasn’t stupid to think that the Mafia had treated you kindly and surely not after he made his perfect scape.

Of course you were a normal looking adult but he knew deep down that his sibling was long gone, you were nothing more that an empty shelf of who you used to be, even when you appeared to be so disturbingly calm.

Both knew better, after all, you were a perfect copy of himself, who was gonna last longer in this fire line?

But the storm that was approaching was one even him couldn’t contain.