Discarded by her family and friends, having blood staining her two hands after killings, getting hunted down by the Port Mafia. What could be more worse for Tsukiyomi Akira in this world?
Wandering around as she tries to run from those who comes aft...
"First, when you leave the room, make sure you close the door. Look behind you!"
From the way he screamed out, I looked behind with caution.
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Then, seeing as how Dazai was in that situation, I ran quickly down the stairs, running towards him. As I ran close, I sweat-dropped as my mouth hung open as I neared him. He was stuck in some sort of an oil drum, with only his head and legs sticking out of the can.
"Uhhh...", was the only sound I could make out at that time before asking. "What is this about..?"
"What do you think?" He replied with a question.
"Errr... Maybe I am hallucinating early in the morning?"
"Wrong!" Dazai rejected his answer.
"Is it an enemy attack??' I qestioned, eyes widening slightly, going into caution mode. "Did you get caught in a trap?"
"I got in myself." He said.
'What....', was my only thought that went through my mind.
"Well, you see, I heard that there was a way to commit suicide by getting stuck in an oil drum, so I decided to give it a shot." Dazai said as I watched in horror as he started to slowly slide in down the drum an inch every time."But now that I have, I'm just suffering being able to actually die. Not to mention, now that I have wedged myself this deep, I can't get out on my own."
"I think I might die." Dazai concluded after his long explanation.
"I see....". Giving him the 'what the hell' look, I sigh yet again. "But it's a way to commit suicide, so you should be able to kill yourself if you stay that way, I think?"
"I like suicide, but I DON'T like suffering or pain!" Dazai said, emphasising the 'don't'. "Why would I?! Also, I learned this after the fact, but it wasn't a suicide method... It was a torture method-!"
Having enough of his lecture, I pushed the oil drum forward, making the oil drum with Dazai in it fall backwards with a loud thud.
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3rd Person's P.O.V
"That was painful.. I owe you one, Atsushi-kun. Without you, I would have snapped in two at the waist." Dazai thanked Atsushi as he spoke in a strained voice at the last few words.
"Didnt't you ask your other coworkers for help?" Atsushi asked.
"I called them, sure. I told them I was on death's door. But then everyone was all like, "Congratulations.". How's that make you feel?" Dazai replied in a sad and regretful tone.
'I'm not surprised.' Atsushi thought in his head. Then someone popped up in Atsushi's head.
"What about Akira-san? Usually she would help anyone in need. Why did you not call her for help?" Atsushi asked, curious as to why Akira isn't here when we all knew she was one to help any people when they need help.
