dark themes and mentions of suicide
July 20th, Year 109
Chuuya’s eyes fluttered open as his vision was blinded by the light. When his eyes adjusted, he was surprised to see the place he was in. It was bright and ethereal and nothing like the place he was in. There were people here and some were women that wore strange armor—some were patrolling the skies with flying horses, which shouldn’t be surprising since this was Pandora.
But how the fuck did he get here?
Chuuya tried to wrack his brain to recall what had happened. Because the last thing he remembered was...speaking those cursed words after telling the others to run—telling them to call Dazai while he bought them time.
He used Corruption. There had been so much pain—a sensation that burned through his entire body and being while Arahabaki took control. It had hurt so much even when he had no control and continued on and on—and while he felt completely fine now, he could still taste the lingering taste of blood in his mouth.
Determined, he went to talk to one of those warrior women and asked for answers. And they delivered: they told him he had died; this was Valhalla and he’d stay for one day before returning to Pandora, alive.
And yet...his heart stopped when he heard that. He was in shock because this meant he had died...by Corruption.
It meant Dazai didn’t make it.
He didn’t know why that felt more like a punch to the gut than anything else—it felt like he swallowed glass, as the shock continued to settle in, as he walked further inwards. There was a large hall with long tables hosting a variety of foods and drinks and really, he didn’t want to think that he had actually died and Dazai just…
How would he react? Would he curse Chuuya for doing it without him being there? For being a fucking idiot?
He knew the Valhalla rumor when he did activate Corruption, but it was just a rumor . Not many people were keen on learning if you could come back from the dead.
Chuuya grabbed a goblet and downed the wine that was in there. It was sweeter than what he normally drank but he definitely didn’t want to think he about this bullshit.
However, when he grabbed another goblet, he froze when he heard laughter. But this laughter he fucking recognized. He’s heard it since he was fifteen and it always annoyed the hell out of him—he wouldn’t have failed to recognize it.
He slowly turned his head and saw...Dazai. Sitting on the table, eating food and drinking, and talking to some person that Chuuya didn’t even register because he just saw red.
Dazai was here in Valhalla—in other words, he died too. And those ladies told him that after you were dead for a day, you’d return to life. Since it was a thing this season for the dead to come here but be revived, and Dazai kept an ear out for weird shit, he fucking doubted that his partner didn’t hear about it sooner and…
Did that mean that Dazai had been doing this more than once? Did that mean that every time that Dazai vanished from their apartment for more than a day meant that he was killing himself? He knows Dazai, he knows he’s fucking suicidal but would he really do that?
Without even telling him?
His rage turned his face into an ugly snarl as he stomped his way towards them and literally lifted Dazai from behind and tossed him to the other side of the great hall. Plates and goblets were shattered as Dazai flew into the air.
Chuuya didn’t fucking care if it hurt. He was just...so...angry. “So, this is where you fucking were? Partying with the fucking dead?!”