Battle of the dead
Nakahara kept looking at Dazai. Should he be helping him? The kid was from the port mafia…the port mafia boss now…
but seeing the boy start to cry made him know. The demon prodigy had a heart, and right now it was stolen leaving a gaping hole in the boys chest.
’damn that was poetic’ Chuuya thought to himself after describing the boy next to him.
Chuuya understood the pain of loosing family, or at least the fear of it. Though the sheep weren’t actually family they felt like it.
and Chuuya had forgotten his old one…
still. He understood the missing feeling that Dazai must feel after loosing a loved one. So when Dazai said he wanted revenge, so did Chuuya.
they walked and walked till eventually they stood in front of a warehouse.
~
there was so much pain and sorrow in his heart. He couldn’t stand it.
Dazai clutched the gun at his side, ready to shoot the bullets.
he looked at Nakahara and started walking.
as they entered quietly they snuck around. Hiding behind boxes and making sure they could get through without being seen.
though if they were seen that wouldn’t be a problem, Nakahara and Dazai would simply kill them all.
”huh?” And they were spotted…dang it.
A man came out of the shadows and raised a gun at them. “What are ya doin here kids?! I’ll shoot ya if you don’t get home soon!”
Chuuya snickered “oh really? Try it”
the man pointed the gun at Chuuya. “Told ya to go home ya shrimp!” The man shot at Chuuya.
just before reaching Chuuya’s skin a red glow enveloped the bullet. “Shrimp?! They off about my size! I’m only 12, I’m still growing damnit!” The 4’6” boy used his gravity quirk to turn the bullet.
then to the surprise of the man the boy kicked the bullet at him, sending a swelling pain through his heart before his vision blackened and he fell victim to death.
Dazai had a bored but sad look on his face.
more grunts came from the building after hearing the shot fire.
Chuuya quickly used Upon the Tainted Sorrow to discard of the enemies, cracking the ground and sending the projectiles at the people.
before the last one died however Dazai came to them and picked them up by the shirt. “Where is the boss…” Dazai asked
”d-down the hall, to the right, upstairs! Please just don’t kill me!” They said.
Dazai made a hum in acknowledgment. He then pulled out his gun and the bang sounded through the now deadly halls.
”let’s go, Nakahara” he said.
~
they were in the office now. Dazai shot a bullet near the bosses head, who currently was distracted in paperwork.
the man looked up surprised. “Oh? Would you like to fight child?”
Dazai glared. “Nakahara…distract the others and kill them. I’ll handle this guy” Dazai shot another bullet.
the man got up, now a serious expression on his face. The man had a katana strapped to his side, a gun on the other.
Nakahara did as told and left.
Dazai felt so dead. So sad. Yet so…angry. He lunged at the man. “THIS IS WHAT YOU GET FOR KILLING MY SISTER YOU BASTARD!”
the man threw Dazai off of him. In his rage Dazai seemed to forgotten his gun. He quickly regained his composure and reloaded the gun.
they shot at each other, dodging and sometimes hitting each other in non lethal or disabling places.
it wasn’t till Dazai felt a sting in his leg that his yes widened. The sting felt excruciating. he looked down to see the bloody mess it had made.
…his leg…
…was gone…
his eyes widened in pain the corners of his vision already blackening.
in his last moment he was able to shoot the man twice in the chest. They both fell at the same time.
~
Dazai woke up in a clean white room. Was this a hospital room? Most likely. Gosh he hated hospitals.
he looked around. The pain in his leg was no more. His eyes laid upon a sitting Chuuya Nakahara and Hirotsu.
Hirotsu seemed to notice his walking and looked up. “Ah hello Osamu. Are you feeling alright?”
Dazai nodded. He felt for his leg.
“You lost it you stupid idiot.” Nakahara voice rang out.
“oh.”
Dazai’s eyes next laid on a prosthetic leg next to him. “Mine?” He asked. He honestly should be more concerned that he lost a leg, but right now he just couldn’t be worried about anything at all.
Hirotsu nodded.
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after a few more days in the hospital, healing, clearing how to use the prosthetic and just overall stuff he came home. Or if you could call the port mafia home.
Chuuya had gone back to the sheep. Everything felt kinda peaceful.
it was in a meeting when Dazai finally brought up what he had been thinking about the past few days.
“Oi! Listen up.” He got the attention he asked for.
”I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately. I think…i think I’m not ready. I’m not ready to be port mafia boss, or even a member really.”
there were surprised looks all around.
”I..I’m leaving. I know better to spill our secrets, don’t come after me.”
after a few moments of considering and processing this Hirotsu coughed to signify he was about to speak.
”if I may, if you don’t lead us…who will sir?”
Dazai smiled at Hirotsu. “You, Hirotsu. I trust you to lead and make the discussions the port mafia needs. Plus you are kind to others when you need to so yeah.”
there was a very surprised look on Hirotsu’s face.
“Uh yes, sir.”
after that Hirotsu became boss. Dazai moved to England, occasionally visiting Chuuya in Japan.
at first everyone asked Dazai about the leg, but he simply said he got bought up in some conflict they let it go. Not fully though, always so concerned.
grieving wasn’t easy either but he got through it. It felt like battling through his own dead mind, and battling the death of Maiji
his friends helped him though, they were really amazing
Maybe…just maybe friends is his reason to live?