DBD chapter 5

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Chapter 5 - Tragedy Sometimes outcomes can never be changed. We may wish to go back in time but when it comes down to it, you will always make the same choice. After all, we are who we are and decisions are our own. Our life influences our choices and sometimes, no matter how grim things can never be changed. Chuuya stumbled back into his mansion, after all he was a millionaire thanks to being paid so well in the mafia. Fumbling into his bed his hair laid on the sheets. Glassy eyes staring up at the dull beige roof with no focus whatsoever. He could only be described as dazed, borderline what somebody would look like when they were drunk, without the lack of self restraint of course. Sitting up slightly, struggling to do things properly due to his foggy mind, Chuuya looked at his arm, red marks were flowing down it like the flow of blood. Taking off his jacket and the bed touching his bare skin, Chuuya looked at his torso, the marks all on one side of his body, strange. The blanket fumbled off the bed as Chuuya stood up, but he didn't have the energy to put it back on. His mind was foggy, he felt the urge to destroy things, not out of the ordinary, when he was with Dazai of course, but was concerned when he felt it on a daily basis. Opening the door to the bathroom Chuuya turned on the water as he stared at the mirror, dropping his head down slightly. A long sigh was heard as the ginger looked back up at the reflective surface. His eyes shot open as he saw one of his eyes changed completely red, compared to their normal sea blue. A color that somebody could drown inside, changed into something that would intimidate many. . . . Shaking. More shaking. Itching. More itching. Eyes shooting open. Blood. Destruction everywhere, and that one face, the face he could never forge. The black hole. The face of desperation, the face of fear. Shaking. Eyes, those brown eyes. The panicked look as they reached out to him. Darkness. . . . Chuuya woke up from the dream shaking as he ran into the bathroom, vomiting into the toilet. A red mark was visible on his face now, he simply covered it up with a lot of makeup. He had another assignment today. Another mission. He couldn't have anybody worrying about him. He needed to fulfill the mission. He couldn't become useless. He couldn't be left behind. Abandoned. Betrayed. Never again. . . . The cannibalism event. A tragedy that pitted the Port Mafia and the Armed Detective Agency against each other, removing what little trust they had formed in each other. They would need to find the person behind the ability. Otherwise either Fukzawa or Mori would die. And without one of them everything in Yokohama would be sent into chaos. “So, whats your move ADA?” Chuuya asked as he stood in front of the Armed Detective agency headquarters, the only thing blocking him from taking out Fukuzawa being the doors blocking him, along with a few members of the ADA. Dazai, Atsushi, and Kyoka. Chuuya was offered backup, he didnt want it. He stood alone. The fear of killing some of his own. To be the cause of death for more comrades. He wouldent have that. But why now. Why is he only thinking this now. He led people to death over and over again in his lifetime. Why was now different. Why? Why… WHY Why him. He felt something crawl up his arm. The marks were becoming darker. His pupils went sharp as he felt a black ball forming in his hand, the air presure surounding it becoming more and more compressed. An anomaly. He heard shouts, and when he looked back up only Dazai was standing before him, the normal smirk on his face completely shattered as it happened. Both mens hands reaching out to eathocher, worry on their faces as Chuuya fires his attack.