Ideas and stuff

"Buahhh, that's so rude!" Dazai whined as usual "I hope Chuuya dies there, so I will never have to see his face." Chuuya was probably too drunk to answer something back, after this everything was a blur. He didn't remember anything about that night.

Those were his thoughts when he returned to the Mafia building with the report about his mission. As he walked down the hall, towards the boss' office, he thought about what would be Mori's reaction. Chuuya had learnt quite a lot during those months, specially when the country

he had been in, was France. He had a whole planned and written report about it and he was in a good mood because of it. He was certain he would be promoted to executive after this. And the best part? He would finally read the documents about his past. He stopped in

the door that gave the access to Mori's office - two confidant knocks. "You may enter" the soft voice echoed - as always it was. Chuuya opened the door and stepped in, bowing respectfully as he usually did - the documents were on his hand. "Welcome back Chuuya-kun." Mori said

with his elbows pressed against the table and his fingers wrapped against each other; a slow smile appeared on his lips "I hope you have good news for me." Chuuya raised his head as his expression went rigid and serious. After some time, he nodded. "Boss" he bowed once again

but this time it was just a slight headbow "I have the report here" he lifted a bit the papers. Mori didn't reacted as his eyes sharply hoovered over his subordinate. He didn't say anything for a while. "Oh well! You may leave them here" he nodded towards the desk as Chuuya

walked firmly towards it, putting the reports there in a gentle move; Mori watched it with a thoughtful expression "I think you know what comes after don't you Chuuya-kun?" Chuuya looked at Mori with an emotionless expression. Mori continued. "As the leader of this

organization, I am forced to admit that you've become an important asset to the Mafia." his tone sounded exactly like a lullaby - if one ever slept one might never wake up; Mori smiled a little more openly and genuinely "But before anything I need to discuss it with the other

executives, as you may have calculated" he gestured into the air - slow and fluid movements. Chuuya's expression didn't change - he said nothing for a moment. "I understand it, Boss" Mori smiled. "I am certain everyone will agree with it, but... ahhh you know how the

bureaucracy around here is, right?" The answer was silent but it was there - written all over Chuuya's stormy and lively eyes. The man gazed at the other for a while, seeming to irradiate with expectatives that he wanted to see if they were true. It didn't make Chuuya very

nervous. After a while, straightening his posture, Mori gestured towards the door with his typical neutral expression. "If there isn't anything you think I should be aware of, you are dismissed" A bow and Chuuya left - unaware of Mori's slow and mysterious smile that

appeared as soon he had turned his heels to leave. In fact, the agreement between the executives was quickly obtained. Everyone knew that Chuuya had been someone essential to the Mafia - he and Dazai Osamu, but that was another story. Normally a promotion was just a piece of

paper, but for some reason Mori decided to give Chuuya something else. Well, actually it was two... no three things. Two of them were surprisingly pleasant and Chuuya benefited from one of them. The third one was given to him, in the worst time possible. It had happened

just after Chuuya had accessed the documents about his past. Those pages were possibly the worst thing Chuuya had ever laid his eyes on. It was perturbating, but not surprised - Dazai once had told him about it, as an act of forgiveness for some stupid and precipitated

action his partner had made. Speaking about Dazai... Where was him? Kouyou entered the room bringing in the mafia elegance and a certain pleasant smell - her perfume. Light steps echoed around him as Kouyou rested a hand on his shoulder. "Congratulations lad" she greeted

, her voice was calm and elegant like a violin solo. Then she quickly - but elegantly - retracted her hand from her pupil's shoulder as she walked towards an empty seat on the table. Chuuya looked towards her with a respectful expression. "Ane-san. Thank you." he nodded.

She smiled a bit and then sighed. "I heard the boss has been thinking about giving you something special." Chuuya's heart was heavy and his mind was spinning around from reading such hedious reports. "Is that so." he said with no enthusiasm; he paused and then looked at her

"Was everyone in agreement with my promotion?" Kouyou lifted a hand up to her pink mouth, seemingly being thoughtful. "If I remember correctly... yes everyone was in agreement with your promotion." she smiled - almost a fraternal proud smile "I expected no less of you lad"

Chuuya reciprocated the smile but then he stopped. Something was not making sense here. Because, he remembered what Dazai had told him when he became an executive. "Well, being an executive has its perks, you know? I can always vote against Chuuya's promotion!"

Although it had been a joke, Chuuya - more than anyone - knew how far Dazai would go just to annoy him. Chuuya was certain that Dazai would vote against his promotion, just to annoy him and not because he was against it. After all, he was the one who gave him clues about those

awful documents. He made Chuuya's pain a little more bearable and that was something that Chuuya was thankful for - not that he would ever say it to Dazai. So, there was no way that Dazai had voted for his promotion. But just to clarify his doubt, he asked Kouyou for

information. "What about Dazai?" Chuuya asked and Kouyou narrowed her eyes " Did that bastard vote for my promotion?" "Dazai?" she asked "Oh Dazai was not there to vote, so don't worry" Kouyou smiled. That caught Chuuya off guard. He wasn't in the mafia? How was that

even possible? Dazai didn't make overseas missions, because he was the Boss' right hand. So why was he not in the meeting? "Did that bastard skip the meeting?" Chuuya found himself wondering out loud. Kouyou looked at him for a while, with a cautious expression.

Then she sighed. "In a way yes." she said quietly; Chuuya narrowed his eyes. "What?" he let out an incredulous laugh "Did that bastard skip his obligations, again?" he half-smiled a bit amused - as his partner he was more than used to Dazai's irresponsible and indifferent

behavior. But still, Chuuya couldn't believe the guy's attitude - the disrespect. Kouyou stared at him with a doubtful expression - she was looking at him as if Chuuya was having a strange behavior. Inclusively, she even frowned with questions behind her eyes.

But then her face became increasingly more understanding and almost... apprehensive. That was what surprised Chuuya - he waited a bit anxiously for her answer. Then, it arrived. "Chuuya, lad..." she sighed softly, closing her eyes with almost a sad expression "Dazai-kun...

"Chuuya looked at her with expecting and curious eyes; it seemed to worsen Kouyou's struggle to talk about the matter "Dazai-kun... is not in the mafia ... anymore" Each word and each interval between them, felt like a slap. Leave it to Kouyou to make everything emotional

with her incredible silk voice. Time stopped and so did Chuuya's mind - he wasn't able to answer it. So, Kouyou explained to him. "Yesterday he was declared a traitor." she informed and then paused, to give Chuuya some time to process the information; she added "He is not

in the mafia anymore, that's why he was not part of this meeting" He couldn't quite explain what he was feeling at that moment. He felt something similar to emptiness, similar to the collapse of the wall that was being built, something similar to... pain. He hadn't felt like

this in a long time - but it was a familiar sensation, he could recognize the sword that crossed his own heart anytime. Kouyou didn't speak anymore - probably in respect - and she gave Chuuya the intention of wanting to leave. But before it, he spoke for the first time "Oh.

Is that so?" his voice was not trembling or anything; his heart was emptier than he had remembered "I wonder why I was not informed of." Kouyou sighed in concordance. "The Boss thought it would be something that would trouble your performance so he didn't tell you" she said.

The next words were not thought nor planned. They just flew out of his lips, like it was normal. "Then, the Boss was wrong," he said firmly, making Kouyou widen her eyes "the fact that Dazai is not here anymore, doesn't make things any different." he said "I'll be the same

as I always had been" Chuuya declared and Kouyou looked surprised for a while; then she glared at him trying to find - perhaps - a lie or an act - but there were none. Therefore, Kouyou, visibly relieved, raised her eyebrows. "I see then. I am glad you are not letting your

emotions take control of your obligations" she was being genuine. Once more, Chuuya didn't think before speaking. "Why would I even care about Dazai leaving? He is nothing to me, he was my partner but from the moment he betrayed this organization" he tried to control his anger

"he has lost that privilege and he is no longer part of my life." Despite his notable emotional control, Kouyou noticed how he stood up and pushed the chair - noisingly. She smiled understanding the situation - but she didn't said nothing about it. "I have better things to

do than to worry about traitors" he said and bowed his head "If you excuse me Ane-san, I have something to do." Kouyou smiled. "Of course lad, I look forward to working with you as an executive, Chuuya." she said softly. And he just offered a plain smile but grateful anyways

"I feel the same, Ane-san" after those words he left and didn't look back. His mind was empty and didn't think about Dazai or the fact that he had left the mafia, during the whole traject. His heart, however, was beating quickly with some anxiety as he walked down the stairs.

He felt like he was seeing his past before his eyes, memories who were lost for years, were coming back. The Port Mafia basement. Chuuya was in front of it. He was feeling nothing and thinking about nothing. Dazai had left and he was a traitor. Okay, that was

fine for Chuuya. He had always known Dazai's poor loyalty to the Mafia. That was totally fine with him so... so why was Chuuya looking for someone to talk with... if his departure meant nothing? He shook his head, dismissing his thoughts as he pushed the door that gave the

access to the basement. The sound of blades clashing echoed and a voice he hadn't listen in a while - but never forgotten - filled his ears and went straight to his empty heart. Suddenly the blades stopped and he heard a muttering before the same voice said "Chuuya, little