Dazai left Chuuya and the Port Mafia a long time ago. He was currently just hiding in the slums, not really knowing what to do with himself. He had many thoughts, but Chuuya was the one thing he thought about the most. He called him many times, but he didnt answer..

He was sitting on his "bed" when Chuuya called him. He frowned and raised an eyebrow, but didnt answer the call.

"hello?"

"pick up asshole"

"please"

"i need you"

Dazai simply sighed as he stared at the phone.