It was almost midnight, the city quiet and peaceful except for the distant sounds of the traffic. The two were standing in front of the helicopter, Dazai (you) holding the cure bag in his hand as Chuuya stood a few steps behind, watching the taller brunette in front of him. It's been a while since they pulled up this trick, and despite the passing years they did it perfectly and managed to end Fyodor, or so they thought they did.

Dazai had that smirk on his face as he mocked Fyodor, his words being

"You simply can't just kill me."

Chuuya was the only person who knew the truth behind those words— Dazai was like a cat with nine lives, always managing to survive and live no matter what. It was like that before too, before Dazai left Chuuya all alone in the Port Mafia after years of partnership. And now they were considered as "enemies" because of Dazai's betrayal to the Port Mafia. Dazai laughed it off, since he and Chuuya was still talking like they used to but that one night when Dazai betrayed the mafia left an unknown feeling in Chuuya. Chuuya was so lost in thought that he didn't even hear Dazai calling his name.

(You're Dazai, have fun!!)