Crush
"I've been wondering Odasaku. What if I didn't listen to your words? What if I stayed in Port Mafia Corporate? Would have been my life better?" As the last sentence left his mouth he laughed dryly, "Of course it wouldn't be. I'd be most likely there with you; six feet under" his back leaned on the cold stone grave with simple S. Oda written on it and a fresh flowers next to it.
The weather was getting melancholy. The last leaves that were holding for their dear lifes on the treas were the last aspect left of autumn. The clouds were gray, signalling that it would probably snow in next hour or so. Dazai found that comforting. It's like his own mind was portrayed by the nature itself.
"I'm going to open a small coffee, close to agency. You remember Fukuzawa, right? He made me do that..he thinks that this would be a great reason to live." Dazai sigted as he stood up, "But between you an me, I think it's more thanks to the fact it's going to be a cat coffee. He's obsessed with those little devils I'm taking care of"
His eyes stayed on the grave for another few seconds before he turned away, "Rest well, Odasaku. We'll see each other soon".
Dazai started walking out if the cemetery. His steps silently took him back into his apartment. Well his is a bad wording.
"Welcome back Dazai!" a cheerful voice of Atushi greeted him the second he stepped into the house. Atushi was young, only 18, however he was mature and his empathy was on level that any adult could be jealous.
,,Hey there 'Sushi" Dazai smiled at his younger brother. They weren't related by blood, no, none in this household was (expet Yosano and Rampo, which are Fukuzawas biological children). He walked closer to him and gently petted him on top of his head. The younger man melted into his touch, "How was your day?"
Atushi opened his eyes, "It was fine I guess. But that one teacher was again mean as hell!". They both walked into the living room and sitted on couch.
,,That one whom teaches Environmental protection?" Dazai asked, even though he knew it was her. Atushi complains about her type of teaching all the time. He remembers that it was the first time he heard him swear only thanks to her and how stupidly she explains her curriculum.
,,Yeah. She lashed out on one of my friends. She was tired, you know family issues, so she wasn't that focused and taking notes and that dumb teacher scolded her while everyone was there. I wanted to jump in but knew it wouldn't do anything" Atushi sighted. Dazia immediately knew whom he was talking about. Lucy, his clasmete and befriend which sometimes visits him. And he knows that Atushi hates that people take privileges on her when she's feeling down.
,,That sounds like a bitch" Dazai mumbled back as he noticed that Kyouka entered the room. He didn't want to swear before her, not when she is only 14. "Hello Kyouka."
She silently nodded as a greeting and sitted next to Atsuhi. Dazai knew she was the silent one of the two siblings. However when she spoke, she always talked with such a grace. In her arms was one of the cats Dazai took care of; Sakura.
The silence didn't last longer that 10 seconds before the twins stormed into the living room. Yosano was smiling and in her hand she holds a glass with red wine. She was holding Ranpo around his neck, playfully teasing him about some American writer.
,,I'm not having crush on him Yosano! Shut your mouth!" Ranpo yelled as he yanked her hand of his shoulders and loudly sitted next to Dazai. He just gave Ranpo a lollipop that he always hides inside the pocket of his coat. Ranpo didn't say anything else and took the candy into his mouth. Yosano just chuckled and took her seat next to Kyouka.
,,You know what is today on program 4, right!" Yosank singed as she held the TV remote. Everyone chuckled as they noticed her excitement.
,,Of course we do. The Port Mafia Corporate show." Atsushi nodded. He would never say it out loud but he likes these shows as well. Kyouka introduced them to him back when they were still in orphanage since she was, and still is, a big fan of Kouyou
Dazai smiled at her, even though his chest started to ache. Oh how I hate these shows.. He couldn't show that. Not after everything he had done to hide the truth.
The last to enter the room was Fukuzawa. He greeted every of his kid and than sitted on the chair next to the couch. Dazai noticed that he looked tired. Yeah..thanks to the coffee I'm opening. I am really just a burden to him. However he couldn't continue ovetthinking since the opening of the show blasted out of TV. Yosano cheered the second it started.
The colours moved around and slowly showed every top modle. First was Kouyo Ozaki, which went by the nickname Golden demon. Her hair were in a high bun. Her bangs long, hiding half of her face. Eyes sharp, the coulour of pedals of sakura with dark red eye-liner. Her lips coloured by same shade of red. Her clothes were in the introduction simple yet elegant long white dress with a big V neckline.
Kyouka smiled as she saw her idol on the big screen. Yosano on the other hand blushed. Yeah, she's her type. Dazai mumbled to Ranpo which snickered and nodded.
The next was Ryunosuke Akutagawa, nickname Rashamoon. He always done more alternative make-up, mostly goth. His face was pale, eyes, which were dark even without any make-up lined with a thick black eye shadows. His lips done with a black lipstic. He always reminded his fans of a vampire. Even his closets looked like from different century.
Dazai looked at Atushi and lightly smiled as he saw the light blush on his cheeks. Oh there's no straight person in this household, maybe Kyouka.
The last big model was Chuuya Nakahara, called by everyone a Sheep king. His long redish hair falling over his left shoulder. A hat, that sits so perfectly on his head. However the most interesting thing about him were his eyes; one blue as the ocean, the other brown as the pine bark. His neck was ornate by a black leather chocker. His style modest, with a touch of a streetwear.
,,This new guy is really good!" Yosano whispered/ yelled. Ranpo nodded his head as he agreed with his twin sister.
,,He's a bit short" Dazai chimed in. That made all of the people in room laught.
,,But his discipline and courage is something admirable" Kyouka entered the discussion. Atushi agreed with her.
As the show started everyone fell silent. All eyes were on TV, only Dazai wasn't looking. He didn't want to remember these times. Those feelings when he was still one of the top five.
After the end of the show there was an interview with a boss of PMC, Mori Ougai. He, to Dazai, looked as slimy as ever. He couldn't bring himself to look at that man. Not after all the things he had done to him and all the people in company.
"And now we welcome the incredible Mori Ougai! Today's show was fabulous, however we've got different questions" the moderator said with a smile on his face.
"Ah, thank you so much lad. What's your question?" Mori smiled back at him. Dazai saw though it all. The lies laying beneath these eyes. The things he has done.
,,This month it's going to be exactly 4 years since one of your greatest model left your company. How do you feel? Did it affect the PMC in any way?" Moderator asked immediately the things everyone whom was watching wanted to know. Even all the people in living room with Dazai nodded.
,,Ah my dear Demon prodigy. I can't say that I wouldn't want him back, that would be foolish from me since he is quite famous even now. Last time I checked his instagram profile he had over 90 million subscribers. But to answer the question, it doesn't affect us that much, even though Demon prodigy was one of the people that inspired all of our today's people" Moris voice was sweet, how slimy of him, and even some tears could be seen in his eyes. Like he regrets that Demon prodigy left.
Yosano turned off the TV and opened her phone, "Wow, Ougai really didn't lie! He still has such a big fan base!" She turned her phone so everyone could see that. Atushis jaw dropped nearly to the ground.
,,It must be so cool to be this famous, even though you didn't do anything for 4 years. I'm jealous!" Atsushi cried out, laid his head on top of Kyoukas which just blinked and smiled at him.
,,Right?! Imagine how many money he must have now! Oh how much candy I could've buy!" Ranpo took out his lollipop and threw the stick into the bin.
Dazai looked at him and smiled, he can't let his mask slip off his face, not now, not thanks to him. "I think that it's not going to be that peachy. Who knows what's happening in the PMC?"
Fukuzawa looked at him as if he knew something as well. Than he shook his head, "Eather way it's not our business. Let's just hope that the Demon prodigy found his happiness"
Dazai was alone in his room. Sitting on the chair, staring at the mirror on the wall. All he could see was he. His hair, which now he wears short and lightly brown looked long and dark. His face covered in nothing was in one half covered by bandages. The worst was the eye, only which could've been seen, was red as a blood.
He took a shaky breath. His eyes stayed on the imigae of the mirror. Slowly he started to see himself again. But both of these were me.. the thought creeped in his mind. His eyes opened as he touched his eyes and took out the contacts he is wearing all the time. Now, both of his eyes were red as a blood of dead man. He chuckled and tilted his head, "There you are".
He has done a lot with his appearance. Wearing contacts to look more like human. Chopped his hair, dyes them every week light brown. Stopping to wear bandages around his face. Changing his voice to be lower over an octave. Put on more weight so he wasn't underweight anymore. Everything for not being recognised as a top model, ex top modle, Demon prodigy.
After he put his contacts in box he took out his old phone. On this one he has got photos from back than, his account. Everything from past is there. Even an evidence that could send someone he hates from bottom of his heart to prison. But that wouldn't be enough for him..no. Not after all he did to us.
Before he could think of a perfect murder plan into his lap jumped a calico cat, which he calls just Sensei thanks to his wise look. "Ah good evening Sensei. You always stop me from doing something stupid, do you know that?" Only answer was a blink. He chuckled and patted the cat on his had. "Tomorrow is a big day for all of you. We're opening. I thought alot about the name, but Old World sounds good, doesn't it?" Sensei just meowed back. Dazai took him into his arms and took him with him into the bad. When both of them laid under the blanket he whispered, "I swear that one day I would reval the truth. I'd come back to life and fucking sew that bastartd"
Chuuya was in his room, taking off the clothes he was performing. While he was doing so a TV played. He watched the interviews. As the one with Mori came up he snickered. That stupid Demon prodigy. None knows his real name, age, anything at all. And still he's famous after all that time.
,,Cocky bastartd. Ran away from such good job" low mumble escaped his mouth as he pit on his hat. Yeah, he understood that attention can be to much sometimes. But that's the price of fame after all. Nothing bad could've happen to him, so why did he threw a dream of millions away like that? Plus wasn't he at least a bit loyal to the company?
With a light knock entered a Kouyou, which was now wering her comfort clothes as well. "You did good job Chuuya" she gave him her kind smile.
He reciprocated with his own. "Thanks Ane-san. You looked stunning as ever. But I've got a question if you don't mind"
She sitted on a chair and looked him in the eyes, "Hm?"
He sitted down next to her, "You used to know Demon prodigy, right?" he needed answers and who was better source that person whom knew him personally.
"Yeah I did. But we weren't that close. Boss and him had you could say the same relationship as we. He didn't let anyone close to him until it was necessary" she sigted as if she regrets something.
Chuuyas eyebrows shuttle, "That means he was his pet. Than why did he left, is he stupid or something?" His short temperament showing off.
She chuckled, "Quite opposite, lad. He was one of the most intelligent people I ever met. Even though some of his thoughts were a bit off for me."
,,Oh so he is an emo edgy fucker" Chuuya huffed as he stood up and gave Kouyou a hand to help her up. She accepted it and started walking with him.
"Only a fool would try to understand Demon prodigy, Chuuya. That boy was just something different" Kouyou swiftly walked though alleys few meters before Chuuya. He stayed quiet this time.
The rest of walk was silent as they finally made it into the apartments owned by PMC. They greeted each other and left into their own personal space. As soon as Chuuya closed doors behind him he could finally sight. Without second thought walked into kitchen and opened a new bottle of wine. He didn't even though about glass as he move to the bad and just laid there while drinking.
I'm not an addict. He told himself as the liquid kept running though his throat and poisoning his nerves and thoughts. I just need an escape. Another long sip followed with a burning sensation in his throat. It's okay. Maybe I do understand that guy but I won't leave. With that though he chunked the rest of red liquid and drifted into sleep while still holding the glass. He couldn't even read the message that he received.
Ryu: hope you're not drinking again..well thanks for today. I'm really happy you're my friend.
Ryu: btw I heard about a new cat coffee that's opening up. Maybe we could go there?