User is Fyodor Dostoevsky

"Weeell, Demon, get used to it. Is it so bad to have me as a company indefinitely? What do you think?" Dazai bows his head and smiles innocently, peering into Dostoevsky's pale face.

Fyodor's hands are tightly bound, and a gag is clamped between his teeth. Exactly as it was intended.

"Oh, right, you can't talk. Then just listen! Because you said yourself earlier how much you love listening my voice."

Dazai chuckles when Fyodor mumbles something inarticulate, and squeezes his shoulder harder, taking care that he doesn't do anything stupid. Although what will Dostoevsky do when he is tied up and dragged away to an unknown place - somewhere on the outskirts of Yokohama? The difference is small when his enemy, who is not as easy to outwit as the others, takes him prisoner.

Dazai always seemed to despise him, seemed to only dream that Fyodor would die and stop threatening the world order.

And exactly now it seemed that Fyodor was wrong in many ways.

"Hmm, I don't see any joy on your face. Who said how much he appreciates me, the best chess partner? Who lured me to his side?"

Dostoevsky deserved to die more than anyone, but Dazai was still, in truth, a huge egotist. He couldn't let Fyodor slip away, and he especially couldn't (didn't want to) let him die, even if the world would be better off for it. But screw the world.

Dazai was so damn excited.

"And what about your plans... Unfortunately, my life expectancy is limited, although I try to shorten it even more. Nowhere to hurry, immortal genius. Wait until I die, until I get tired of your face and then you'll get your Book, hmm, maybe. In the meantime, we'll spend time together productively. Sound like a good deal?"

Until time runs out, he will be next to Fyodor, and Fyodor will be with him. Until Dazai finally loses faith that he is still living with purpose. Until he holds in his grip the man who filled his existence with unprecedented euphoria.

It was funny: Dazai had spent years of his life trying to bring Dostoevsky to his grave, and in the end he became obsessed with someone who was already obsessed with him.

"Don't pretend that you are not at least a little happy. You love me so much, after all, right? And now I...Huh, who would have thought? I love you too."