1.-A normal morning
He just saw the feet in the air. His arms, with those bandages that always were in his place, now were out. He saw the cuts, made by the scalpel that he saw one time when he wasn't supposed to see. With his body, his face…
He always remembered the stupid face of that mackerel. He always knew that eye with the weight of a void, and the mouth that always made fun of him.
Then… Why couldn't he see his face now?
The static in his ears grew, meanwhile the voices of his heads became echos. In his throat, instead of bandages, there was a rope. A rope that when he saw it, he suddenly felt disconnected from reality.
He was in a bubble, protecting his eyes from seeing that scenario.
Dazai´s death.
The echo in his ears grew more, catching the sound. The voice of Dazai calling him “Chibi” was distorted, but nobody was there. Dazai was there, in front of him, dead. What would he do? Kill him? He didn't do anything. He couldn't save him, when he needed it the most.
-CHIBI!- Dazai shouted, shaking his body. Chuuya suddenly opened his eyes, seeing Dazai in front of him, irritating and annoying, as always.
And alive.
-CHIBI! I THOUGHT THAT I WOULD HAVE TO PUT A MEGAPHONE FOR YOU TO HEAR ME! But I think that can be expected, because considering the size of your slug ears, I know that you can´t hear a lot of things.- He murmured in a volume that Chuuya could obviously hear him.
All his worries about that dream that he had disappeared, giving him instead noicesense.
- What did you say you fucking mackerel?!- Chuuya angrily responded, meanwhile he checked the hour.
It was already 7:30?!
-FUCKING WASTE OF BANDAGES, WHY DID YOU COULDNT WAKE ME UP?!- Immediately, he ran to change his pajamas.
- I tried it! But you didn't wake up and I was too lazy to shaked you! In fact, you should thank me for trying to wake you. Be thankful to your owner!- The voice of Dazai could be heard from the bathroom, but Chuuya was too busy trying to find his gloves to make a creative answer. So, he just said the classic;
-FUCK YOU!-
He ran from the bathroom and immediately went to the kitchen. One routine that they had was that Chuuya would always make breakfast. And wash the dishes, and clean up the table and…
-You lazy ass! Come and put the table, we are running out of time!- Dazai dragged his legs into the table, to just sat down. Chuuya was going to explode, but there was no time for that.
- Here, have your food!- Dazai complained with his annoying voice, but started to eat slowly. Chuuya couldn't deny that he was actually proud of him.
Miraculously they reached the train, and there, they calmed down. Dazai was playing on his phone, meanwhile Chuuya was thinking and seeing the streets through the window. Musufatsu was a pretty city, that wasn't in discussion, but still he preferred Yokohama. The kids were going to school, but the roads were without people. He remembered the dream he experienced today, and…
Wait a minute, dream?!
- Hey Dazai.- His voice was calm, but he was actually with anxiety in his chest. Dazai saw him, more serious for not being called “Mackerel” or some nickname like that.
-Today, I dreamed.- His brown eye opened a little more, but Chuuya could perfectly say that that was the most expressive reaction that he saw (at least genuinely).
The silence between the two boys was covered by the voices of people talking about the Sports Festival. The seconds passed, with the Demon Prodigy thinking and assimilating the information.
-Maybe it was because of the influence of the quirks.- Dazai started speaking, with a rational mind.
-Maybe. But, actually, I hope I never dream again.- He murmured.
The full train suddenly stopped in the destiny that could be the one that everybody was taken to; The Sports Festival.
After checking their tickets (and Chuuya stopping Dazai from trying to jump off the next station with the hope of some train would running him off) they sat down and see the scene.
There were a lot of heroes there. The stadium was full like the train, and people were soldering snacks in every corner. Meanwhile they were waiting for the event to start, Chuuya remembered what was the objective of the mission.
Objective: Infiltrate in the HPSC (Or Hero Commission in other words)
Why? Apparently, they need to find information about the hero society, and use it against them. Dazai predicted that the Hero´s of Hollywoodland (the United States) would attack Yokohama.
More information you can consult with the Mackerel, he is not a reporter.
Mori-san gave them approximately 1 year to complete this main mission, meanwhile they will have to be in charge of the other missions in their free time. The double black needs to work too, you know?
So, 2 months ago, they moved to Musufatsu and falsified their documents. Now, they were Dazai Osamu and Chuuya Nakahara, two students whose parents were on a business trip, meanwhile they were in a random school that had the privilege of not having class today for the Sports Festival. Why go to school? Well, apparently in the Hero society, they couldn´t work at this age, so they would have to choose the school.
(Dazai and Koyou teached him to read and write in less than 1 year. And the hell of math, and history… He doesn't know how he passed the entrance examination.)
So, here they are.
-Chibiii, don't you want to be in the front? With your height, I don't think that you see anything.- Dazai wanted to pick on his nerves since they woke up, and this time, Chuuya exploded.
-SHUT UP DUMBASS! I CAN SEE PERFECTLY FROM HERE, I AM NOT BLIND!- He shouted, meanwhile the rest of the people around tried to ignore their barkering.
Without warning, the Sport Festival started. They stopped their fight, putting attention. If they were to infiltrate the HPSC, they needed to learn more about quirks and how the agencies of heroes worked. But, even in the speech of the class that was attacked by villains, it was something that he could have predicted (even if he is not a genius.)
They were all arrogant, at least that pomeranian that talked. The time passed, watching some interesting things, like the student with ice powers or the one that was using a type of skin that looked like a rock. But, the most important thing that he watched, was that even if they used a strategy, like the broccoli boy, the heroes were just interested in their powers.
That took him by surprise. Dazai, without a physical ability, was the Demon Prodigy. And the heroes just searched for the most showy thing that someone could do?
It was… Stupid.
-Hey Slug, it's the break. I saw something interesting over there. - The mackerel talked to him, making Chuuya pay attention.
Well, he just hopes that it does not involve them in a problem…
…Who are they lying to? They are the double black, obviously they will be in problems.