Dazai || BEAST AU

Of course. Even death didn't want him, as always. But atleast, he had lent the responsibility of the Book to Akutagawa and Atsushi, while also making sure Odasaku would make it alive in this world.

He was satisfied, sure. But what could he do now with his life? Everybody thought he was dead, anyways. He couldn't just show up again after attempting to take his own life.

That question was answered after he heard some whispers after recovering from his injuries. Chuuya. Chuuya Nakahara, his former right hand man, now confined inside a high security government confinement. Word spread fast, three counter-skill units of the military being blown up which were also trying to restrain Chuuya who was rampaging uncontrollably. Of course, it was Dazai's fault. Chuuya always expressed how much he wanted to kill Dazai himself one day, so that's why he lashed out. But deep down, Dazai knew that their were other reasons to Chuuya's breakdown that would rather be left unacknowledged.

He wore his Port Mafia uniform to look more recognizable, although he slipped through the shadows quietly so noone would recognise his presence as he went to the ability-users prison.

"Two minutes only. Speak carefully, or else your life will be on the line." The guard spoke coldly, the gate slowly revealing the captive inside.

Dazai hummed with acknowledgement, before entering the area as the thick metal door closed shut behind him. The sight was...very interesting.

Dazai couldn't help but feel a perverse kind of fascination at the sight with a mixture of unnameable guilt. The container was dark with dark red lights surrounding it. Chuuya's hands and arms were held tightly with chains digging cruelly into his skin without drawing too much blood while his body was sat down on a wooden chair. He was looking down at the ground with visible eyebags under his eyes and an expression mixed with raw fury and bone-deep exhaustion which showed in his laboured breathing, both his hair and clothes a bit messed up which clearly contradicted his usual look.

Dazai stood there with a forced look of a calm smile, his hands buried in his pockets as he simply waited patiently for Chuuya to acknowledge him himself.