Dazai is so cute

This is not such a warm and beautiful memory.

Full of blood, violence, concealment, and deceit, all the pictures are gray.

Except for one person.

When that person appeared, the picture seemed to have its own soft light filter, and my world had colors.

"Hey, bastard Dazai!"

He called my name like that.

But...everything has changed since that day.

"Good day, Chief."

"Why don't you call me by my name, Chuya~"

The young man in a burgundy shirt said calmly: "You are the leader, and I am the subordinate."

"The gift cannot be neglected."

At that moment, the color of his body in front of me faded away like a tide, and the bright ocher hair and vibrant blue eyes were all covered with a gray substance.

But... I can still see the color on him.

it's OK.

I say so to myself.

"Aah~"

I heard myself say it in a mocking tone.

"Little slugs are so boring~"

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After that, why did our relationship develop to this point?

partner?No, no, we are no longer partners.

lover?No, no, I'm sure Chuya has no love for me.

That's... a lover?Or... fixed friends?

It's so ugly, I desperately want to keep the color of that person, I desperately use everything around me to hold the god in my palm, just like someone who is escaping from reality.

But... the tighter you hold, the more you will lose. I understand this truth, and I have always understood it.

But I woke up too late.

Seeing the scene of that person talking with a certain young lady at the banquet, and seeing that person's rare soft smile, I suddenly came to my senses.

Blindly chasing the sun will only burn yourself in the end.

That person is a god, how could he come to the world because of a lingering human being.

What's more... There is no love between us, but we just torture each other.

In that instant, the color of that person faded completely.

The sunset-like ochre-haired hair turned into misty gray, and the azure blue eyes turned into chaotic black, just like the picture of an old movie, reflected in my eyes.

…I can no longer see the color of that person.

That person protected me because of responsibility.

That person did it to me because of an order.

That person stayed with me because I was the leader.

At this moment, I realized clearly that I thought I had nothing to lose, but from the very beginning, I had nothing.

In this empty body, there is only disgusting black mud and a rotten soul.

Ahh...so that's how it is...from the very beginning, I had nothing.

-

I executed that plan.

A project I named 'Fine'.

To put it simply, it is a plan on how to kill yourself quickly and accurately.

First of all, explain everything, at least after I die, someone needs to take over the position of leader... Just call Mr. Mori who raised children in the orphanage back.

Secondly, choose a sunny day, remove the slow death methods such as entering the water, hanging, cutting your wrists, etc., choose the building of the port mafia, and jump from the top of the building in an environment where no one is there-after all The building is so tall, why is it dead?

Finally, finally... Anyway, no one will remember me, so there is no need to write a suicide note.

Enemies don't, they just pop champagne.

Big Sister won't, because she's already out of the Port Mafia.

The subordinates will not, because they never care who their immediate boss is.

Chuya... also won't, because everyone in Hong Kong and black knows that Chuya hates Osamu Dazai the most.

No one cares who the dead boss of the port mafia is.

I was alone from beginning to end, but I was relieved by the final outcome.

-

In my field of vision, there is no color.

It is not accurate to say that there is no color, at least there are still black, white and gray, just like the old movies before, it is foggy and has countless noises.

But I didn't care about it and let it happen.

Because today is the last day of my plan.

I'm going to go to a bar called Lupine and meet that man named Sakunosuke Oda.

There are things about this man that I have only seen in [books].He is a dead good friend of 'I' in the main world, and a novelist who has been writing a novel for several years.

Why am I going to meet this man?

One is because I am curious about what kind of person Oda Sakunosuke is, and the other reason is that since we are friends, then Oda Sakunosuke must have color, right?

As it turns out, my guess was wrong.

The red-haired man in front of him is still in black and white, not the color I guessed, but black and white, which is no different from others.

The man holding the gun had no expression on his face, and his attitude towards strangers made my expression stiff for a moment.

Hmm... that's normal too.

After all, Mr. Oda Sakunosuke and I are not friends.

...Hee hee, I have no friends after all~

I ignored Oda Sakunosuke, put down my untouched glass, and left the bar humming a little tune.

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In my field of vision, the proportion of black gradually increased.

The feet are empty, and the height below is enough to make people with fear of heights faint, and I am sitting on the edge, shaking my feet.

I think, I should be happy, because I want to get what I want~ After all, I always want to return to the arms of the goddess of death!

But I'm... not that happy.

Naturally, it wasn't that he flinched at the door, but... emptiness.

Obviously I am going to fulfill my long-cherished wish, but now I feel calm like a dead lake, as if nothing can make waves.

Hmm... In fact, it doesn't matter at all, after all, no one has ever expected me~ I still have self-knowledge about this!

I looked at the gray sky and counted them one by one with my fingers.

Dunjun and Xiao Jinghua will defect after my death, and there is a high probability that they will go to the Armed Detective Agency and become the one who saves people.

After everything stabilized, Xiao Yin would quit her job as a secretary and live with her brother.

Mr. Mori will stand up again when there is no leader in the group - don't look at Mr. Mori's appearance, in fact, he has a greater sense of responsibility for Yokohama than anyone else.

Then, when Mr. Mori comes back, the elder sister will come back too, and that person will be very happy.After all, the eldest sister is his teacher, and Mr. Mori is the leader he swore to be loyal to.

Wow!Isn't this a big HappyEnd!I'm so good!

Complimenting myself, I stand on the edge and look down.

It's really high, jumping from here will definitely kill you thoroughly.

So I jumped down without hesitation.

The wind was whistling in my ears, and the sky was getting farther and farther away from me. I opened my eyes wide and felt myself bending them.

I should have laughed.

What laughing?I don't know, I don't have time to think, I don't want to think, I... never have to think.

"boom----!"

I fell to the ground.

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【Hey, are you really okay? 】

The system looked at Shuji Tsushima, who was lying flat on the ground with his hands folded on his abdomen, and spoke.

"It's okay!" Sora had a kind of confidence in Shuji Tsushima, "After all, Shuji is the best!"

【………】Enough of you Dazai Osamu's fanboy!

Shuji Tsushima suddenly straightened up like a carp, and sat up straight. The emotion in the depths of his eyes was gurgling and surging, and finally subsided slowly, and his eyes returned to their original temperature and softness.

"...he's so stupid."

Shuji Tsushima said so.

The growing environment is very important to a child, otherwise there would not be the story of Meng's mother moving three times in ancient times.The 'Osamu Dazai' who grew up in the big dye vat of the mafia didn't know how to be honest, how to be soft, and what is enough to stop.

'Dazai Osamu' has no friends, and even Oda Sakunosuke, who should be special, is no different from others in his eyes; there is no one who can pull him out—there used to be, but that person can no longer be pulled' Dazai Osamu' too.

So...'Dazai' chose to end it all.

In order to prevent someone from getting the [book] and writing on it to cover the world, 'Dazai Osamu' used his own memory and life as the price to give the [book] his own consciousness.

"I don't like this world, but I want to protect that person's home."

"After all, I was hated, so when I died, he would be very happy, so happy that he would drink red wine to celebrate."

"What kind of expression will he show at that time~ It's a pity I can't see it anymore."

Shuji Tsushima let out a deep breath of turbid air, and rubbed his temples with some headaches.

"Health?" Kong came over, "Are you all right?"

"Well, I'm fine." Shuji Tsushima was in a low mood, and said softly, "I'm fine, don't worry."

"—It doesn't look like it's okay at all."

A fourth voice that did not belong here sounded, and Shuji Tsushima froze immediately.

Because the voice was all too familiar to him.

The boy turned his head stiffly, and his neck even made a "click" sound that can only be made by a machine that has been in disrepair for a long time.

Behind the boy, stood a black-haired man in white overalls.

The black-haired man was tall, over 1.8 meters tall, and his original blue eyes turned dark blue due to anger.

Shuji Tsushima opened his mouth. He who accepted the leader Dazai Osamu didn't remember crying, but after seeing the man, he suddenly couldn't help it.

"Dad..."

Fujimaru Tachika sighed and hugged her precious son in her arms.

"You worked hard."

Fujimaru Tachika gently comforted the child who suddenly fell into emotion.

"Thank you, Aji."

The author has something to say:

Mengmengzai: ... I used to be in the same boat as Zhong (stay)

Gudazi: Who will comfort my son?

Guda-jun: Scissors——

Gudazi: Stone——

Guda-jun & Gudazi: Bu——! ! !

Guda-jun: Yay~!I won!

Gudazi: ...

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Don't worry, the blood is not over yet (*/ω＼*)