Many would think Chuuya was celebrating.

After all, he had said so himself when asked about Dazai leaving the Port Mafia. Chuuya had even opened his most expensive wine and drank in his room.

But truthfully? Chuuya wasn't celebrating. No, not at all. He was grieving. More than Akutagawa-kun, more than anybody else. Because Dazai must've died. The wine he had opened was nothing but a symbol to honor his former partner.

Chuuya was almost completely sure of it. He had known of Dazai's self destructive tendencies for quite a long time. So, really, he had made his guess that his former partner had experienced death.

And oh, it hurt him. It hurt him badly. So much so that his eyes filled with tears everytime he thought about it. The wound was still fresh, and nobody could speak of Dazai's name near Chuuya without him having to leave.

Now Chuuya found himself sitting on his bed in the Port Mafia's headquarters, grasping the warmth of the faint sun from the sunset. With a shaky hand, he poured himself another glass.

"Stupid mackarel.." Chuuya raised the wine glass to his lips, staring out of the window with tears forming in his eyes again. "Why would you leave me here?"