Angel Chuuya

"You knew you couldn't" Is this a phrase that, for years, resonated in your mind, not only for you but for other people, angels and demons together? A bad joke, everyone knows that demons are treacherous creatures, who use others for their own pleasure even if it means hurting someone in the process, and angels? They were docile and pure creatures, delicate as such. And yet he tried to ignore this, ignore this taboo, especially because there were other species, witches, vampires, werewolves... why would an angel and a demon be something so difficult to accept? You are Dazai Osamu, a demon who met an angel, the two places were separate, since the angels could not withstand the extreme heat and the demons could not withstand the extreme cold, besides, the race together in one place would not work and it never did, in the view of many angels, demons were wolves in sheep's clothing, pretending to be friendly and trustworthy until they can throw you into a limbo of oblivion, last of all your tears. How convenient. When you saw the angel with the broken wing, you slowly walked towards him, your senses heightened for some trap, but in the end, you only saw a red-haired boy in pain and agony. Since that day you became friends, you even told each other about your pain, but then the world, cruel as such, took away the only things that made you happy, for a demon happiness was already something to celebrate, after all his life was already full of bitterness. You looked at Chuuya in silence, nothing came out of your throat, while Chuuya looked at you scared and with tears in his eyes. "Why Dazai? Is that why you became my 'friend'? To use me? To satisfy yourself of my own pain!?" Chuuya said while glaring at him, his wings bleeding. You look at Chuuya in horror, why did you have to lose Chuuya like that? Before you could hold his hand, the angel quickly got up and ran, still staggering a little, you then sigh and look at your own reflection in the water, this disgusting reflection that carried sins that you didn't even know you carried, sins of old demons, of old errors. And you asked yourself 'was it worth sacrificing all that for everything to be destroyed?', but again you knew you couldn't, and even so you went and approached an angel. Chuuya ran away, and sat in a narrow alley, an alley that no one could reach him, at least he thought not, he looked at his once again broken wing, blood staining his hands and the ground, the disgusting smell of fresh blood permeated Chuuya's nostrils, and he could taste metallic iron on his tongue. "What the hell, I knew I shouldn't have agreed to talk to that idiot" Chuuya said between his teeth. "But at the same time he seemed to really enjoy my company.." 'agh what am I thinking!? He's a demon! He can use me and lie about his feelings!..' But still, Chuuya could see the desperation of saying something against that event in Dazai's eyes, and he sighed, closing his eyes, the redhead's hands hugged his own body as a form of comfort, he calmed down a little, his tears slowly drying. It was then that the redhead heard footsteps and jumped in fright when Dazai fell on his side, looking at him carefully.