Fyodor and Dazai relationship was far more complicated than anyone could ever realize, no one could understand their dynamic but the two of them. Their relationship was something on the edge of hate and wanting to kill each other and something more than hate.

Fyodor had wanted to kill Dazai and get rid of him for his own plans but now something else, seeing him on the verge of death, it seemed a rather unpleasant sight for him, though he could remain completely calm and neutral as usual. Now he was dying to be disgusted with Dazai and the fact that he was in his house, but he couldn't. Was this another attempt at suicide? Most likely, who else would want to kill Dazai? The thought that perhaps one day the grip of life would so suddenly loosen its grip on Dazai's life was unpleasant, to say the least. Fyodor would hate to lose a good opponent and chess partner.

He wanted to be sure that his reluctance to lose Dazai was just a passing feeling.The pale flesh of Dazai's face and body seemed so beautiful even with the blood and numerous wounds.

"You decisions, Dazai-kun, have always been rash."

Subdued voice sounded,deep, dull violet eyes, cold as the peculiar evening, looked at him with displeasure and pure judgment.With blank eyes covered, Fedor reaches close; wraps his hand around Dazai's face and quickly wipes the blood off his cheek with his thumb.

"I wouldn't want your death to be pathetic, I think you should die with dignity, but not now."