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“Dazai”
The name fell from a young man's lips as the man furrowed his brows at the sight in front of him, he was annoyed and angry. The wind blew softly against his hair as he stared in front of him. It was a colder dry evening. A cold winter day without the beauty of snow, just the smell of it in the air. The wind sent a shiver down his spine as someone walked up next to him, it was a younger boy holding flowers as he looked up at the taller man.
“You knew him?” The boy asked.
The man nodded. A broken bitter smile came to his lips as he spoke. “Yeah, you could say that.”
The boy’s eyes lit up as he smiled. “Really? What was he like?”
“He was.. How do I put it? Reckless, yeah he was reckless. Annoying too, but in a familiar way like a nagging family member you can’t help but still adore either way.”
The man spoke softly, a stark contrast to what he felt inside. But he didn’t want the little boy to see his anger. So he spoke only of happy things about that name, things he enjoyed and things that kept him up at night, while the little boy happily listened.
“So, how’d you know him?” The man asked the boy.
“He saved me once, I thought I was gonna die but then he and a few others saved me from some really scary guy.. I really wish I had gotten to meet him.” The boy spoke fondly, like he was the boy’s hero.
The man chuckled at the little boy's answer, almost amused. He couldn’t help but genuinely smile at the boy's words. Despite the cold wind he felt warmed by the boy’s answer.
“Say, how bout after this I take you to go get some food?” The man asked the boy and the little boy nodded.
The little boy set the flowers he was holding down carefully as he followed the man towards the exit.
Long after they left, a light chuckle came from a taller man. A man with dark brown hair and lighter brown eyes. He wore a long tan trench coat as he sat against the taller slab of stone with the flowers next to it.
“Ah Chuuya~ You’re still the same I see.. I’m glad my death hasn’t affected you too much. Though I am sorry for the trouble it did cause for you.” The man said as he looked up at the sky.
“It’s a shame I can only see you in the winter Chuuya, Though I’m sure when you find my body I’ll be dead for good.. For now I’m just a wandering soul… Ah Chuuya, it’s been two years and I still can’t help but miss your little bursts of anger, shame I don’t get to see them anymore huh?”
The man spoke to himself as he leaned against the headstone. His words were nothing but wisps in the wind as it started to snow.
Snow landed on the headstone that read “Dazai Osamu 1993-2015 Beloved Detective and Friend”