Chuuya POV

The plan had been simple, because of course it was simple for Dazai. He simply needed to get that girl Kyouka to kidnap him, have himself tied to the wall with chains, and stay waiting in the mafia dungeons until Chuuya came, inevitably picked a fight with him, and then unintentionally freed him…

And then it actually happened, Chuuya came prancing down with his combat boots clacking on the floor, that same old toothy grin on his face as he gloated about how pathetic Dazai was. “Rivals a billion dollar masterpiece”, blah blah blah.. the typical stuff. Dazai was hardly excited for this part, though it would make a great reunion after four years.

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But then he noticed something, Chuuya looked.. different, he looked the same physically, but mentally.. he looked a wreck. His grin seemed more sadistic this time, and his fingers twitched as if aching to get on with the beating as quickly as possible. Chuuya was wearing a red scarf, the crimson enveloped Chuuya, wrapping around his neck and draping down his large trench coat. “Chuuya.. are you?-“ Dazai didn’t even get to finish his question. He felt like he knew the answer either way.