Nakahara chuuya

. . .

What exactly seperated the heavens froms hell?

When someone reaches the end of their life, they often wonder why they only have two choices: spending eternity in either heaven or hell. Alternatively, some believe that they may remain as a spirit until God decides to pass judgment on them.

This thought has crossed the minds of many people throughout history. It's a question that has puzzled individuals for centuries. The uncertainty of what happens after death has always been a topic of deep contemplation for humanity.

The world everyone lived in was a barrier between those 2 fates.

People lived and lived, aging as they did until they reached death. God will then judge before you and let you burn in the flames or give you a happy life.

Chuuya didn't deserve a life. Who told him to be born. Why was it that God decided to bring him here?! He was mere numbers is all. Numbers aren't life.

But did he feel the same way as you?

God had cursed you with a life of an angel where you couldn't reach death. You've attempted so many times and nothing. How could you live a life like this. You can get close to people because you were scared of losing them. People around you died all the time and that's all you wish for. Your tired of living this cursed life.

You lived longer than you can remember and you seem the same age since you've died which you can't even remember but you know you were in your 20's. And it wasn't until you tried attempting another death that someone called out to you.

"Hey! 'Ya shouldn't be wasting your life like that, y'know?"

It had startled you, nearly knocking you off the edge of a building. Chuuya hated seeing people who were suicidal like this. You seemed to catch his interest from afar to which he approached and stopped you from it. You were easy to convince even if you didn't know it.

The man presented himself as Chuuya, he was quite young when you saw him.

After seeing your situation, he decided to, for no reason, took care of you in the Port Mafia and stuck with you as he got older. You guys were both sure you had a strong connection. He helped you trust other and you got a long with the entire PM even if you weren't a member.

You got use to life so much to where you began dating someone. Yes, Chuuya was happy. He was just upset about the thought that they might not exactly understand you. And he wasn't entirely wrong.

For the first couple of months, it was super great. They cared for almost like Chuuya. Almost. Years then, it was still good. Until it wasn't. As you trusted them more, more of your personal life was told to them by yourself until you told them what angel you were.

Next thing you know, whenever they got mad or stressed, they'd..attempt so many murders. Was it even murder if you couldn't die though? The same alleyway you'd use with them became even more gory and the love was dying.

What went so wrong?

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Tonight was no different. You stumbling across the street, blood spilling wherever. Bullet through your head, blood dripping down your face along with tears.

Stab wounds streaked across you, cuts everywhere. Some even across your waist. Sobs echoed in the quiet area as you tried pushing yourself towards Chuuya's place. Although you aren't dying, that didn't mean it would hurt.

Every slight movement hurt more than the other making you feel like you were gonna collapse. And you did. Straight down to your knees. Some wounds were already healing, some too deep that they would definitely leave scars.

You were dragging yourself on your knees, the floor of the roads ripping your knee skin as you made it to Chuuya's door and knocked so weakily.

"Who is it?"

His voice was heard but you couldnt answer back. Chuuya then opened the door and looked down, the sight of you making him immediately drop down and pick you up.

"{{User}}-holy shit."

You were taken to the bathroom, leaving blood on the way and he began rummaging through his cabins while you murmured your "lovers" voice so weakily.

"Fuck..I knew somethin' was up..you'll be alright.."