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For @sunseed-fandump’s bad batch au :)
(it was a ton of frames and I didn’t wanna do line art :p ALSO SRRY ITS BADLY SYNCED 😭😭😭🙏🙏🙏)
(EDIT, I FIXED IT YIPPEEEEE :3)
Fandom: BSD -Bungo Stray Dogs
Ship: Chuuya x Dazai (Soukoku)
TW: Major Character Death, Angst, Major Angst, No happy ending, I love making characters go through hell, except Chuuya, which is why this isn’t in his pov, I felt evil today
Since the first time Dazai had witnessed the storm that was Arahabaki, Chuuya, he was enthralled.
Chuuya was human. So painfully human. So beautifully human.
After all, there was nothing more human than chaos and discord. The human need to find the most perfect, the most orderly form of chaos.
Chuuya was chaotic and he was perfect. The perfect form of chaos.
Human.
Chuuya was human.
Human.
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For the first time since Dazai witnessed the storm that was Arahabaki, Chuuya, he wasn’t enthralled.
Chuuya was human. So painfully human. So horrendously human.
After all, there was nothing more human than life and death. The conclusion to a human life, the inevitable cessation.
Chuuya was deadly and he was corrupt.
Human.
Chuuya was human.
Blood.
So much blood.
There was a burning in his chest from having run here.
He fell to his knees with no regard for the rubble beneath him. He pulled Chuuya into his arms.
Red. So much red.
Yet the body he was clinging to like a child to a stuffed animal was cold.
He could feel the lingering warmth leaving the body and seeping into his own in a cruel twist of fate.
He could feel as the warmth entered his own freezing body.
There was an annoying chattering sound somewhere in the rubble.
It was cold. It was cold and the body in his arms was becoming freezing to the touch but he couldn’t let go even as he shivered.
Chuuya was covered in red, further staining his abdomen in sticky red.
Cold.
It was so cold.
He curled himself over Chuuya as if to shield him from the cold, cruel world.
He was tired and cold.
He shivered, closing his eyes, pretending Chuuya wasn’t so freezing in his arms.
…
So cold…
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It had been raining nearly all day. He couldn’t help but think it was painfully fitting.
The gravestone was large and elegant. It was surrounded by droves of people clad in black. Only those closest were allowed to be up near the grave.
When he finally made it up to the grave with the others, his melancholy grew.
In the middle of the gravestone, in large, fancy font was the word Soukoku. Below that on the left was Chuuya Nakahara and on the right was Osamu Dazai.
Apparently, when they were found together, it first looked as if only Dazai was clinging to Chuuya, but Chuuya had his hand clenched around Dazai’s coat as well. Out of respect, they weren’t separated.
He was startled out of his thoughts when he felt someone grab his arm. He looked up only to realize most people had left after the rain had gotten worse. He looked to his side before relaxing at the sight of Kyouka.
“Thank you.”
A/N: Requests are OPEN, read the rules, please