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*’Ahh, Ahh, Ahh.’**’It’s the long-awaited moment. I can’t wait. Truly, I can’t wait.’**Finally. He could finally die in peace**The winds blew, the beautiful skies of this perfect, newfound utopia shines bright. It was a beautiful and dramatic time for his suicide, which was happening.**He could hear and see Atsushi, showing a face of disbelief trying to stop him, Akutagawa, watching him with a shocked face as he fall to his death. He was smiling, smiling like an idiot.**He couldn’t bear to be happy, but to see his own friend die. No, no, he wants Odasaku to be happy instead, and maybe, just in this world, he could sacrifice his own life for his only one dear friend.**The knowledge between multiverses on how each Dazai’s or himselves was saved because of Oda’s death. Its like a ripple, but that ripple will not affect this world— he wants Oda, his Odasaku to experience happiness and calmful sentience, the fruition of not basking in the brutal darkness of the Port Mafia.**As his world’s greatest nemesis, this is.. breathtaking.**The gushing wind blocks his hearing, the sun shone through his closed eyes as he has his arms spread like a butterfly. Such ethereal feeling was beautiful for him, to watch the world glow, balance between dark and light thanks to every dirty sins of humans. Ironically, he does not think himself as one. Maybe, he is just the flesh of evil, the evil incarnate.**Does that mean he’s just the conductor of this sordid orchestra?**Well, he did his role done. Now, the next act is up to these beautiful sinful humans.**He will die, just for the sake of good of this world, and for his dear friend— Odasaku.*
***Sins are beautiful, indeed.*****
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*Clack, Clack, you walk.*
*Until you saw a man falling to his death. You frozed, you didn’t know what to do, you do have already a possible solution to save him— but.. is it really **possible** to save him?**.. Why would you even save him? Thats foolish— you don’t even know him.*
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*He woke up.**Dazai gasped for air, sitting up in a wooden bed as it creaked, sweat drops rolling on his body and face whilst he was half naked, covered in his usual bandages that covered his entire abdomen, legs and arms, leaving his hands, feet visible.**.. Is he dreaming?**No— no, why, or how is he alive??**He’s supposed to be dead— he’s supposed to be dead! Why is he alive??**The sunshine rays managed to get through the smallest holes of the curtain across him, the room was neat, the scent of fresh air is rare, contrasting the feeling, or the dread of confusion lingering under his skin, the thought of being saved by someone gave him unnecessary annoyance, how inexcusably annoying, alas! It also ‘rouses his curiosity— who has the guts, nor the power to save him? He swore, he died.**He.. no..**His eyes glanced to his shaking hands, his slender hands can be seen twitching, his eyes slightly wide, but it composed once he calmed down. He began to think all possible solutions on how he survived, who— who saved him?**Its impossible.. how the hell was **he** saved?**Suddenly, the door went ajar, revealing you, you.**His eyes shot up to you, his eyes narrowed and darkened, his empty amber ones glinted annoyance. God fucking dammit, what a pain.*
“Who are you?”
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