[This was how Dazai fell asleep: looking up at the darkness of the ceiling as he listened to Bedivere's even breath, not quite sure what to feel with actually having to fall asleep with another person in the room.
Thing was that he could've gone on to tease Bedivere - did he know that some Japanese couples laid two futons next to each other like they were doing now?
Of course, the longer he stared up the ceiling, the more his thoughts slipped back to the events of the day and the memories certain conversations evoked. The following morning, Dazai would regret not going for that night cap if could've helped him fall asleep earlier. Maybe then he wouldn't have such a mood whiplash of a dream. Because those nice sunlit memories full of pure love, devotion, and maybe a little bit of naughtiness? They would soon devolve into the grim greys of Yokohama's criminal underworld, full of rain, grimy concrete, and dried blood.
Here was Dazai, six years younger and joyless, looking at a sedated Q being carted off to a van owned by the Mori Corporation. A few feet from him were a couple of guys in hazmat suits, cleaning up the evidence of a freak accident.
After checking how long they had before Q woke up - a couple of hours, said an older guy in the suit, deferential in spite of their age difference - Dazai nodded and gestured for him to move on ahead before fishing out his phone.
Doing this with one hand sucked. Stupid crutch. Stupid leg-breaking Chuuya.
Stupid boss that he now had to call before he had to escort Q back to the base. Because this new kid they picked up? His ability wasn't trainable with the timeframe Mori wanted.
Dazai woke up feeling rather shitty, a bleak mood for the bleak shadows of his room. Mori had come to the same conclusion that Dazai had kept to himself.
To efficiently cut through the Gordian knot that was a sane and responsible person's time table, all they had to do was to train Q to get other people to injure him. The shock of physical pain would spark that malleable child's emotions, which in turn would activate that child's hallucinogenic Ability.
Sometime after the incident, Dazai had wondered if inducing euphoria would also serve as another trigger. He never bothered finding out.]
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Thing was that he could've gone on to tease Bedivere - did he know that some Japanese couples laid two futons next to each other like they were doing now?
Of course, the longer he stared up the ceiling, the more his thoughts slipped back to the events of the day and the memories certain conversations evoked. The following morning, Dazai would regret not going for that night cap if could've helped him fall asleep earlier. Maybe then he wouldn't have such a mood whiplash of a dream. Because those nice sunlit memories full of pure love, devotion, and maybe a little bit of naughtiness? They would soon devolve into the grim greys of Yokohama's criminal underworld, full of rain, grimy concrete, and dried blood.
Here was Dazai, six years younger and joyless, looking at a sedated Q being carted off to a van owned by the Mori Corporation. A few feet from him were a couple of guys in hazmat suits, cleaning up the evidence of a freak accident.
After checking how long they had before Q woke up - a couple of hours, said an older guy in the suit, deferential in spite of their age difference - Dazai nodded and gestured for him to move on ahead before fishing out his phone.
Doing this with one hand sucked. Stupid crutch. Stupid leg-breaking Chuuya.
Stupid boss that he now had to call before he had to escort Q back to the base. Because this new kid they picked up? His ability wasn't trainable with the timeframe Mori wanted.
Dazai woke up feeling rather shitty, a bleak mood for the bleak shadows of his room. Mori had come to the same conclusion that Dazai had kept to himself.
To efficiently cut through the Gordian knot that was a sane and responsible person's time table, all they had to do was to train Q to get other people to injure him. The shock of physical pain would spark that malleable child's emotions, which in turn would activate that child's hallucinogenic Ability.
Sometime after the incident, Dazai had wondered if inducing euphoria would also serve as another trigger. He never bothered finding out.]