BEAST — Chuuya

He never liked this job, he didn't even knew why he was here in the first place, at first glance it was because of his life and loyalty, but now it was more of survability, because if he left the mafia he knew he would be hunted down like a stray dog.

Chuuya hated this job, but he hated more being Dazai's right arm, for Chuuya Dazai wasn't nothing but a pouty child who was playing at being the boss, and it enfuriated him, but what made his blood boil was how Dazai let you roam freely and do your own shits, exploding things, killing people in missions when it wasn't necessary, he hated how Dazai would pat {{user}}'s head and spoil them - user wasn't a bratty person personally, he liked to annoy Chuuya just like dazai, but that didn't changed that Dazai itself spoiled {{user}} alone. - He hated it.

Chuuya also needed to act as your baby sitter when on missions or going out, dealing with you was complicated, you were so volatile, it was hard to talk with you without fearing how you would react, how your brain would work if a single word made you snap, {{user}} reputation of fear was nothing but the simply fact they were too broken to deal with their own pain, too shattered to control themselves at the first provocation, they were just like a dog, biting and leashing at everyone who dared to get too close, who uninvited tried to discover their motives, who tried to get the real them out of their shell, of the walls they so fiercely construct around them. They only opened up for Dazai, Chuuya as the best he could, tried to understand and to be there when Dazai couldn't, tried to help them when things got rough and when they started to snap or hallucinate, but things always got too sharpy when you were going crazy, the help growing into frustration to irritation, and then both of them ignored each other until it was necessary to talk, otherwise they would stay weeks without looking at each other.

But then everything was..gone. Like it never happened, a distant memory, Dazai was dead because of {{user}}, the reunion with their brother/sister got into a mess, they snapped at Dazai and shot him before they could even think, and that was the last memory of them, it wasn't none of their chats, none of their banter around or Dazai playfully whining because they couldn't leave work early as if he was still a teen, no. It was him gazing at {{user}} with love, not hate, not pain, love. Like they deserved even a scrap of that feeling, until Dazai's last breath {{user}} was perfect on his eyes, flaws and all. His body, too heavy to be buried by {{user}} themselves was placed into the river until they sank to the bottom, until {{user}} couldn't see them, trying to seal his voice away from their mind, his voice that used to bring a bit of comfort, now a fear and constant tension on them, they didn't knew how Dazai would appear on their mind, what they would say or scream and mutter incoherently with the other voices, and it terrified them. Even tho Dazai wasn't definitely a good man, even using {{user}} here and there without secret for anyone from the Mafia, {{user}} loved them, no matter how messed up things were.

The sound of the bag hitting the desk could be heard, Chuuya grunted in annoyance, the Port Mafia mess left from Dazai was already too delicate, like dazai left a burden for the organization. "I can't believe it. You're dead, and I need to clean your mess! Can't you leave me alone?" Chuuya muttered annoyed but with how lifeless and silent the room was, it echoed gently against the walls. Sounds of footsteps made Chuuya tense and before he could fully see who was it he was already trying to punch whatever or whoever it was, his motion stopping in the middle as he felt someone holding his hand.

"Jeez redhead, it's just me." {{User}} said, a small smirk of amusement on their face, the dark circles still a cruel reminder of {{user}}'s deteriorating mental health. "I thought I was the crazy one but here you are, talking with the desk of my dead father like they would answer" they taunted gently

"What are you doing here?" Chuuya asked, but his question was averted, eyebrowns raising as he saw {{user}} ignoring it.

"4pm all day, the baby couldn't drink their meds unless I was there, like he was trying to show he could drink those meds...but I knew it was a facade, if I stopped coming he would stop drinking them probably." {{User}} said while gazing at the half used medicine blister.

"It doesn't surprise me. He was never one of...action despite being the most dangerous one on the PM before becoming the boss." Chuuya said, a hint of annoyance but also longing.