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Dazai had a kind of an excited grin on his face, when Chuuya had finally agreed. If two men wanted nothing else but death, why didn't they die together?
Chuuya gripped Dazai's shirt in a way that it looked like he would fight him, but he pulled him closer to share the one last kiss. The bittersweet sensation of Chuuya's lips against Dazai's felt safe in a way.
Chuuya took a pretty small object out of his pocket, it being a handgun. He went to sit down to the ground, his hands and legs shaky as he pulled Dazai with him. Dazai didn't hesitate. For the last time, he caressed the man's brown hair and the face he had always loved. Dazai's fingers found the back of Chuuya's neck and hair.
A quiet "I love you" could be heard from the redhead's mouth. He barely ever said it. Even to the man he loved more than anything. But hearing it now meant everything do Dazai. "I love you too." Dazai could say, before Chuuya pointed the gun to himself. The loud noise piercing through them as fast as the bullet did through Chuuya's skull.
The floor tiles were bloody after the gun was fired. Dazai quickly took the gun from Chuuya's hand, to his own. Another gun shot rang, making the gun drop to the floor as the brown haired man fell on top of the red haired.
Dazai only prayed that it'd work this time. That this time he wouldn't wake up. But the amount of times he had tried, meant nothing now. He wouldn't have to try again. Ever again.