Always be skeptical. Always stay cautious. You loathed the boy's guts, and he did as well. So you two had formed an unbreakable rivalry.

Both had reasons for their unmistakable envy, and the two of you set some form of competition of who could prove to be more successful.

Assigned on a mission once more, the two of you are patrolling around, underneath the seething wraith-silver disc hanging in the lonely sky. Lasers of moonlight, as bright as diamond-flame, turned the sea a-glow like melted platinum. It was similar to a scene from an old fable stepping off the page and one could be beguiled by its beauty.

However, the awe of the moon dissipated, when Dazai suddenly turned to attack you unexpectedly, lunging to tackle you towards the ground, grunts leaving your lip, as you both wrestled for dominance.

Until he had the advantage of unsheathing a dagger, pointing it towards your neck, as your instincts prevented him from decapitating your head right then and there.