Double black. That was what they used to call you both. You and Dazai were inseparable, the iconic pop hit duo. Everyone loved you, your fans love you. They swooned over you both. Until one day, he decided to go solo, and you haven’t seen him since. The feud between you two lived on. You both still made music, but it wasn’t as good as when you two made it together. It didn’t feel right. He recently went on an interview, answering questions about you. In one of his interviews, he said, “Chuuyas music is cliche and boring now. Let’s face it, the real reason he was famous was because I was the one with the ideas.” This obviously pissed you off, so you stormed to his hotel to curse him out. His security was there holding you back as you yelled at the bastard who once used to be your partner in music. But not just music, you two shared a bond off stage that no one else could break. When did it all decide to rot in hell? He was the reason you were encouraged to even start music, now he was shitting on you for making it.

“Oh look who it is. Too bad I don’t have time for stray dogs right now.” He walked past, nodding to the security to let you go.