7 - Sober?

                                    

                                          
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“So, I have made my final decision.” Chuuya and I were sitting in his office. The month was almost over. In fact, it was the final day. December 7th. It was finally time for Chuuya to tell me what he chose. He was tell me if he was going to marry me or kill me. I wouldn’t be surprised if it was the latter. The Mafia needs this information, but it’s his choice, and he doesn’t have to marry me if he doesn’t want to. Though it could be worked out that I could marry someone else, or they could come up with another method of protection. The Mafia wasn’t stupid.  
I nodded at Chuuya, allowing him to continue. He opened his mouth to speak, but right before he could, his phone rang. His work phone. It was his boss. “Just a second,” he said. He picked up the phone. “Yes, Sir?” he said, talking to Mori. I could hear an incoherent muffled sound coming from the speaker of the phone in Chuuya's hand. “Okay,” he responded after a few seconds of his boss speaking in a professional manner. “I’ll be right there.” He then hung up and I tilted my head to the side.   
Chuuya stood up from his chair and slid his phone into his pocket. “What was it?” I asked.
He looked at me before speaking. “Can’t tell.” He looked back down at his stuff and gathered the few things that he needed to take with him. “But I’ve got to go.”
“Okay well can you tell me your decision really quick before you go?” I ask.
“No, I can’t. You’ll have to wait.” At this, I sighed and made a pouting face like a child that just got denied ice cream when the ice cream truck rode by in the neighborhood.  
“Why?” I whined.  
“Because I said so,” he said. I huffed as if I was the child that stormed off to my room because my mother wouldn’t let me go to the ice cream truck, crossing my arms. He looked at my pouting face, and his serious expression remained on his face. “Don’t get an attitude with me,” he said, like my mother always did when I acted like this. I stuck my tongue out at him and he let out an airy laugh. “You’re lucky that I’m the one you’re having an attitude with,” he said. “Anyone else, and you’d be dead.” He was probably right. I was still pouting, but not so much in an angry way, but more in a ‘no-don’t-leave-me-I'm-going-to-be-lonely' way. Chuuya looked at my face and let out a small chuckle before shaking his head. “Be patient. I won’t be long.”  
I narrowed my eyes at him to study his features, trying to tell if he was lying. I gave up after a few seconds. “Promise?” I asked.
“Promise."
I sighed again. “Okay.”
“Stay here, okay? I’ll be back as soon as possible.”
I nod at him before he leaves his office, leaving me in it. For a few minutes, I was fine. Just sitting alone with my thoughts was quite relaxing. Soon after that, though, I got bored. I checked the clock every two seconds and wondered when Chuuya was going to come back. I felt more impatient than when people walk slowly in front of me at the supermarket.
It had been an hour. I got so bored that I decided to stand up and walk around. I stretched and walked a few laps around the perimeter of the office. Only on my third or fourth lap when I made my way behind Chuuya's desk did I notice a floorboard sticking out from the floor. “I thought the Mafia was rich and fancy,” I said under my breath. “And they can’t fix a floorboard?” I took a closer look. That’s when I saw something under it, something black.  
I slowly crept up to the piece of wood that was beside his chair and sat down on the ground. I lifted it up slowly and cool air flowed out from the open space. The now cold atmosphere gave me goosebumps, and I saw black shiny material. It was a safe. A cold safe. It had a four digit code. My immediate thought was ‘birthday’. Chuuya's was April 29th, so I put ‘0429’. Nope. Maybe it was Kouyou's since they were pretty close. I put in ‘0110’. That was wrong, too. I decided to put in my birthday as a joke, knowing it wasn’t it because this safe has probably been here longer than Chuuya and I have known each other. Of course, it was wrong, too. I didn’t know Mori's birthday, though I doubt that was it. ‘Who else does he know that I know?’ After a few minutes of thinking, I gave up. I put in ‘0619’ as a final attempt. I didn't expect it to work, but directly after I pressed the green arrow button symbolizing ‘Enter’, the safe popped open. My eyes widened and I inhaled a sharp breath, almost like gasping. Just 0619? Or a date? June 19th. What day was June 19th?  
Dazai's birthday.  
Did they even know each other? I didn’t think they did. Oh well, coincidence, I guess. Now, I was focused on how after I opened the safe, the air got even colder, and I started shivering before reaching for Chuuya's jacket on his chair to wear for warmth. My hand slowly lifted the door of the safe, bracing myself for whatever could’ve been inside. It was a cooler. A cooler. I was scared of a freaking cooler. I stared at it for a second, then I facepalmed. “Whatever, I’m wasting time here,” I say to myself.  
I unlatch the cooler and open the door. It was freezing, and despite having Chuuya's jacket draped over my shoulders and around me, I was still shivering. I looked at the contents that were inside of the cooler and they were bottles. Wine bottles. Red wine, specifically. I knew Chuuya liked wine, but not this much. Did he have to keep a whole cooler filled with bottles of it in his office? How many were in his room? Does he keep some of it hidden in the kitchen, too? Every bottle was of a decent brand and year, at least. I assume that he keeps his really expensive ones in his room or somewhere where nobody else will ever find. I know he has them. I mean, he’s a Mafia executive. His salary is probably $2 Million in USD.  
I took one of the bottles out of the fridge and read it. Petrus ‘89. Better leave that one alone. I set it back down lightly in its spot and grab another one. 2014 Luzon Verde. Better. I found a glass in his office since he had a whole cabinet of them and poured some for myself. I drank a little bit, and a light burning sensation lit my throat. I slowly sipped on the drink until all of it was gone. Once the glass was empty, I poured more into it.  
I, being a light drinker, only needed two glasses to get tipsy. But I drank almost four, so I was out. I had only a few ounces left in the glass when my vision began to blur and I completely blacked out, falling to the ground. I remember falling on the floor and the sound of the glass shattering.  
However, the last thing I remember wasn’t that. It was the sound of keys jingling outside of the door, the squeaking sound of the hinges when it opened, and Chuuya walking in to see me on the floor.
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GUYS I WROTE THIS SO LONG AGO AND I DIDN'T REALIZE UNTIL NOW THAT IM PUBLISHING THE CHAPTER AB DAZAIS BIRTHDAY ON HIS BIRTHDAY-
ANYWAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAZAI!!!
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06/19/2023