OS written by: BlossomNyx ✨

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[Warnings: None..?]

**Information: Chuuya and Dazai have been at the Port Mafia for two years, Chuuya aged seventeen and Dazai aged sixteen. Currently they have just came back from a mission.**

Dazai leant against the railing of the balcony, looking over his shoulder at the city-scape.

We were at his dorm in the Port Mafia. He did have an actual home, but he decided to stay here for now, too tired to return home after the mission. I had followed after him, trying to get him to go to the med-bay to be healed, but, of course, he ignored me. So I had to patch him up as best I could in his room.

It was a modestly sized and decorated room, a bed, desk, chair and dresser the only items in it.
There was a bathroom attached to the room, which was handy seeing as he was bleeding profusely when we had got back.

Honestly, I think he was jumping infront of the poorly aimed bullets instead of staying undercover.

"Hey Chuuya. Why do you enjoy killing?"

Dazai looked around at me. I was currently sat on the railing most precariously.

"What do you mean 'why do I enjoy killing' mackerel?"

"No, I phrased that wrong.", Dazai sighed, turning his body so his elbows rested on the rail. "Why are you okay with killing?"

I looked blankly at the side of his head for the minute.

"Well... fuck this is hard to explain. Uhm." I took my hat off, holding the rim whilst I shifted myself on the railing.

"Say the world is a flower feild. Each person just a petal of one of many flowers. Each petal is different but all do the same thing. Just stay there and do nothing. They are everywhere. I guess that.."

I paused for the minute, looking down at the balcony floor, avoiding the Hazel eyes staring at me with cat like curiosity.

"I have seen many petals in my lifetime. If I let one die it won't matter too much, there are always fields more."