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Chuuya had joined the Mafia, like Dazai planned, but unfortunately he was taken under Kouyou's wig. That was not something he had predicted. And because of it, Dazai had complained about it with Mori. However it hadn't been very useful, since Chuuya was still under

Kouyou's care. Yes it was a bit disappointing, but it also was something that Dazai was able to ignore, since he had been put in charge of the Mafia men. His time was spent in annoying missions and dealing with even more annoying individuals. And to make matters worse, during

this period, Dazai didn't see Chuuya. His hands were starting to get stained by human blood and, unwarily, his heart darkened over time.... Those were the rumors that circulated around the Mafia. He wasn't worried nor aware if Chuuya had listened to them. After all those

stormy and wild eyes held secrets behind the wide fog that covered them. Maybe that was the reason Dazai could sympathize and - somehow - respect the boy. Across those eyes, the human decline was written. It was fascinating and it had some kind of beauty that Dazai could

appreciate. It was different from the kind of beauty Dazai found when he saw - with luxury - dead and bloodied bodies. Chuuya was the personification of something that wanted to keep. He made his choice when he talked with Rimbaud that day. He was going to keep it.

So, with these thoughts Dazai walked across the Mafia hall. Dark and heavy steps filled the environment as the opposition entered the hall - light and elegant steps. Dazai's eye hoovered to the ground. Shiny and smooth, with a similar aspect to a glassy surface.

He was obviously lost in thoughts, so he didn't notice the two people who silently started to walk towards him. The coat he was wearing floated behind him, even though he was walking slowly. For some reason, he lifted his head and that's when his eye widened, more lively than

when he shot corpses and a smile creeped his lips. Just like that, Dazai Osamu was no longer the terror of the Mafia - he was just a child. Chuuya Nakahara and his mentor were walking towards him. Dazai's smile was genuine and he quickly ran towards the pair, making

Chuuya's perfect posture fail. He only smiled in response as he saw his "friend"'s eyes fluttering shut, as he seemed to struggle with his emotions. That didn't seem to affect the least Dazai. He already had his purpose in mind. "Chuuuuya!" he sang, like the boy's name

was a melody. The only answer he got was the woman's soft sigh. How disappointing, he thought as he pressed his lips together. Kouyou's hand was resting on her pupil's left shoulder, her fingers curved over the surface almost in a protective way. Silent filled the air.

Dazai let out an exaggerated loud sigh as he closed his eye. "What do you want... shitt-" Chuuya shuddered as the woman pressed her fingers into his shoulder "...Dazai..." Seeing this, with his curious and interested eye, Dazai laughed a bit. "Nothing!" Kouyou frowned in

pure disbelief and Chuuya looked at him "I was just walking down the hall aaaand... I saw my... dog!" At that Chuuya couldn't keep quiet and the woman retracted her thin arm from the boy as she held her hands together. "I am not you fuck-" Dazai smiled as he saw the boy

struggling to not curse "I am not your... " Chuuya seemed hesitant, like a child who knew nothing about proper speeching " I am not your dog!" The tip of Dazai's mouth held a small laugh. Anyone who would look at them, would say that they had known each other for years - and

not for one month. "Ehhh?" he tilted his head a little "But I was convinced that Chuuya was the one losing the bet!" As expected and to the sound of Kouyou's silent amusement, Chuuya broke his perfect posture. "You were the one who cheated! You put water in the controller!

"he accused Dazai with a somewhat angry expression "It was cheating! You cheated! It didn't count! I am not your dog, you freak!" Dazai, not the least convinced and more amused than anything, simply smiled - he smiled happily. Even Kouyou was surprised.

"Oh? That's a harsh accusation Chuuya is making here." he giggled" Such big words for someone so small..." "Why you-" Dazai didn't let him continue. "Chuuya doesn't have the proof." he said as a matter of fact "Therefore Chuuya can't prove I was cheating."

Dazai sighed "So I will just assume Chuuya is trying to excuse his poor ability in videogames." He shrugged his shoulders as he saw Chuuya's face changing into something like indignation. "You cheated!" "Chuuya lost." "But you cheated, bastard!" Dazai sighed once again.

"You lost the bet. You are my dog" he said calmly. "I am no one's dog!" Dazai online offered him a laugh in response as Kouyou took a step ahead, trying to stop the conflict between the two boys. He put his hand in his pocket and raised a hand towards Kouyou. "Don't worry

Kouyou-san. I am just here to give something to Chuuya." That caught Chuuya's attention. He relaxed his tense facial muscles as he looked curiously at Dazai. "You are?" he asked more quietly, genuinely surprised - just for a moment, because after that he returned to his

unimpressed face. "Yep!" he said as he smiled a bit maliciously "I am sure Chuuya will like it...." With that affirmation, Chuuya was sure he wouldn't like it. Kouyou however, calmed her pupil a bit. "Here!" he showed him a box and Chuuya remained unimpressed. "What the hell

is that thing?" Chuuya was suspicious. Dazai shrugged ignoring the boy's glance. "It's a collar for my dog!" he explained happily " Because Chuuya lost the bet, I bought him a collar!" Realization hit Chuuya, he remembered when him and Dazai went to drink hot chocolate

and Dazai told him that he was going to buy something. So that's what he went to buy... A collar... "Open up! I bought it just for my dog!" That didn't seem to help Chuuya's enthusiasm but Kouyou patted him with her hand, leaving him with no choice. Hesitantly he stretched

his hand as he held the tiny box with his hand. During the movement, he looked suspiciously at Dazai, who was smiling like a kid who just got his favorite toy for Christmas. Slowly, Chuuya looked down to the box and opened it. His eyes widened up as Kouyou leaned a bit, with

genuine curiosity. She too was interested and surprised. "So? Did Chuuya like his brand now collar." Dazai's eye was closed so he didn't see how Chuuya held the "collar" and looked with pure surprise at it. "It's a beautiful necklace, lad" she commented softly. Chuuya didn't

comment it. He simply raised the "collar" to put it on his neck and when Kouyou tried to help him, he gently denied it. "Eh???" Dazai looked at Chuuya as he put on his "collar" - this was nothing what he intended to do. His stormy eyes were closed as he tired the material

to his neck. Dazai had no reaction , but just for a while because when he recuperated his senses he laughed - a bit forcedly. "Oh? Did Chuuya like his collar? Is Chuuya admitting his dog's characteristics?" he tilted his head, in amusement. But Chuuya didn't answer as he

finished putting the "collar" on and, finally opened his eyes. Dazai's heart made a flip when he noticed the lack of their typical violence. They were soft - equally fascinating, but no longer defensive. The storm had calmed down. That made Dazai's mouth open a bit.

But that was it, because he could speak back. He couldn't tease or make fun of Chuuya. He was, for the first time, speechless. Chuuya looked at him with a tense expression. "This is not a collar, it's a necklace bastard" he started to say, but his words were no longer violent

- Dazai realized that he liked the soft tone of Chuuya's voice; he continued "And I am keeping it, not because I am your dog or anything but..." he paused, one could say he was truly embarrassed "because I... I liked it" his expression softened and he added a quiet "Thanks"

Again, Dazai lost the ability to answer. He simply stayed with his mouth open as he saw Chuuya smiling - an honest, white and captivating smile - and then he turned to his mentor to say something. She nodded her head in approval and Chuuya flashed a gentle smile.