Mori whines. "Why'd you set things in motion so early! Now I have more work to do!"

Mizuki doesn't bother looking at him, and she lies on the mat on the floor instead.

"Mizuki-chan!"

"Huh?" Mizuki glances at him.

"What are you even looking at?"

"I'm trying to find someone," Mizuki hums lowly. "Where's Dazai?"

"Here," The boy appears seemingly out of nowhere. "What did you need?"

"I'm hiring an assassin," Mizuki sits up. "Or..."

Mizuki stares at Dazai.

"How would you like to nearly get killed?"

"OH, I'm down," Dazai swoons. "Painless?"

"Well," Mizuki thinks. "I kind of wanna visit him myself."

"A male?"

"Cheating on Fukuzawa-dono already?" Mori joins in without missing a beat.

"Mori, you're into lolis. Shut up." Mizuki shoots back.

Mori sighs. "You're always so mean!"

Mizuki stands up from her laying position, and she pats her dress down. "I'm going to test out a nice theory that's been going around."

"By getting hurt?"

"I want a makeup brush," Mizuki sighs, leaving the room.

Dazai trails after her.

"Dazai?"

"I want to meet Odasaku."

Mizuki stares at him.

"So you remember?"

"I remember him." He pauses. "My memories of you are incomplete."

Mizuki hums. "Do you remember how you met him?"

Dazai nods. "I don't want to do that again."

"Makeup." Mizuki stops at her office. She lets the boy in, and sits him down on a chair. She gets to work, bruising him with the brush, creating a mirage of his body.

Tapping her brush to get rid of the excess, she stares at Dazai.

"Do you mind if I actually hurt you?"

"Make it convincing," He closes his eyes, and Mizuki presses a pill into his mouth.

"Painkiller?"

"Painkiller." Mizuki waits for the effects to set in, and she stares at the boy.

"Why areyou still wearing the bandages like that? I thought Oda didn't like it."

"I'm still a teenager," He hums. "What do you plan on even doing?"

Mizuki pauses.

"Staying until the gold sets in." Mizuki hums as she unwraps his bandages.

"Do you know when he gets the memories back?"

Mizuki closes her eyes, and smiles. "Yes."

She smacks Dazai square in the head.

"OI-" Dazai whines. "THAT'S RUDE-"

"Rude, my ass," Mizuki presses the blade on his cheek. "Stay still, or else I might cut too deep."

"Are you giving me a bullet wound?"

"On the cheek, sure," Mizuki unwraps Dazai's bandages.

He's completely healed.

"You're like an emo teen theatre kid," Mizuki sighs. "Hm?"

Dazai rests in her palm, and she bites down on his arm.

"What are you doing?"

"Bruising you," Mizuki sucks.

"So you're giving me a hickey?"

Mizuki stares up at him through her lashes. Letting his wrist go, a pretty purple rests on his forearm.

"This is lowkey pedophilia, right?" Mizuki hums, wiping his arm with a napkin. "Sorry."

"I'm not against-"

"Just shut up," Mizuki grumbles. She keeps forgetting they're barely teens right now. "Shouldn't you be looking for some joy in life?"

"What joy is there to find, when everything was handed to me since young?" Dazai stares at the blood trickling down his arm. "Ah... if only chibi-chan were here..."

"Do you want to find him?" Mizuki looks at him, and hums.

A sly smiles blossoms on Dazai's face. "Can you send me to Suribachi?"

Mizuki's eyes glow red. "For Chuuya?"

"When does the gold stain?"

Mizuki stares at the clock.

She hums gently. "Would you like to bring Chuuya or Oda?"

"Why not both?"

"Both it is," Mizuki smiles. "Well, it's not like I'd like to talk with either of my Exes."

"You dated Chibi?"

Mizuki stares at him. "He loved me when I couldn't."

"Like the president?"

Mizuki shrugs. "Like the president."

"Why him?"

Mizuki stares at him.

"Why not?"

"You love Oda," He speaks, and Mizuki bruises his ankle. Hitting the ankle just enough to sprain it, she stares back up at him.

"Do I?" Mizuki stares at him.

"You're unsure."

"I don't remember how to love," Mizuki stands up and brushes her skirt. "It's been a while since I did."

Dazai chuckles. "That's a lie."

"Good to know you can read me," Mizuki starts wrapping bandages on him.

"Are you going to regret not marrying Oda again?"

Mizuki pauses. "That's for me to say when I meet him again."

"He's an assassin right now, huh?" Dazai closes one of his eyes as Mizuki wraps his face. The blood from the wounds seeps onto the bandages. The purple from the bruises settles into Dazai's skin, and Mizuki slips him another painkiller.

"Are you going to shoot me?"

"Down in the leg. I'll drop you off at Oda's place." Mizuki stares out her window. "Bite down."

"Is this supposed to be-"

"A drug." Mizuki places a hand on the bottom of his jaw, and forces him to bite down. His vision wavers, and he grumbles.

"I hate y..."

Bang.

The sound of the gun goes off, and Dazai's leg is shot. Mizuki tosses him over her shoulder, and heads off.

The evening of Yokahoma is silent.

The streets are ghostly; no one's there. The wind floats past the girl as each alley she takes consumes her a little more. Had it not been for the fact that she was old, she would've been terrified. Compared to what some others could do, this was nothing. She stops in front of a house, and loads her gun one more time.

Securing it to the pole, she activates the trigger, penetrating a bullet into her torso. She misses her organs, and puts an arm around Dazai to keep walking.

Halfway through, she runs out of breath.

Collapsing onto the grass, Mizuki gasps for air.

Oda's place.

As her vision leaves, she spots a familiar figure hovering over her.

"Oda..."

The world turns black.

Date: XX - XX - XXXX

Dazai and Mizuki head over to Oda's.

Dazai opens his eyes first.

"You're awake," Oda stares at him.

He looks around and finds Mizuki resting, a bandage wrapped around her waist.

"Tan-chan," He lets out a breath of relief.

"She wasn't as badly injured as you, stay down," Oda hums.

Dazai stares at the woman.

"Mi-chan~" He sings. "What are you up to?"

"Poison," She hums. "Do you think Mori has one strong enough to kill me?"

"I thought you wanted to live?"

Mizuki spins on her seat, and stares at Dazai.

"You know, ever since Oda died," Mizuki swoons, pupils forming hearts as she spins in the chair. "I've always wondered if I could meet him again!"

"Oda would be horrified," Dazai huffs. "You told him you're unkillable."

Mizuki stares at him, doe-eyed. "That's cute."

Mizuki turns, and her forehead creases. Dazai presses his thumb to her forehead, smoothing the wrinkles out.

"You'll get old like that, Mi-chan," He mumbles.

"Shit, no-" Mizuki kneels next to Dazai. "How'd you get hurt? I thought-"

"I nullified it on accident," Dazai crinkles his eyes, and he smiles. "I think I understand what Odasaku saw at death."

"No-" Mizuki rummages through her bag. "There has to be something..."

"Mi-chan," Dazai closes his eyes, and hums. "Sing for me."

"Huh?"

"I'm dying, Chuuya's still turned, and I don't know how much longer this war will wage." Dazai leans onto her shoulder. "Is that selfish of me to ask?"

Mizuki presses a hand to his forehead.

"𐎫𐎤𐎠𐎵𐎤𐎽 𐎥𐎱𐎮𐎬 𐏂𐎧𐎤 𐎵𐎨𐎭𐎤, 𐎥𐎠𐎫𐎫𐎨𐎭𐎦 𐎽𐎮 𐎽𐎫𐎮𐎼" She starts slowly. "𐎫𐎨𐎪𐎤 𐎥𐎱𐎠𐎦𐎨𐎫𐎤 𐏂𐎨𐎭𐏀 𐎽𐎧𐎤𐎫𐎫𐎽, 𐎣𐎱𐎨𐎥𐏂𐎨𐎭𐎦 𐎨𐎭 𐏂𐎧𐎤 𐎥𐎮𐎠𐎬"

"How soothing, Mi-chan," Dazai closes his eyes. "I'll miss you."

"I hope we meet again."

"𐎫𐎨𐏂𐏂𐎫𐎤 𐎽𐎮𐎫𐎣𐎨𐎤𐎱 𐎡𐎮𐏀, 𐎢𐎮𐎬𐎤 𐎬𐎠𐎱𐎢𐎧𐎨𐎭𐎦 𐎧𐎮𐎬𐎤

𐎡𐎱𐎠𐎵𐎤" Mizuki struggles to keep singing. "𐎡𐎱𐎠𐎵𐎤 𐎽𐎮𐎫𐎣𐎨𐎤𐎱 𐎡𐎮𐏀, 𐎢𐎮𐎬𐎤𐎽 𐎬𐎠𐎱𐎢𐎧𐎨𐎭𐎦 𐎧𐎮𐎬𐎤"

"Thank you," Dazai closes his eyes, and Mizuki hears his heartbeat stop.

"I'll miss you." Mizuki lets out a shaky breath.

Mizuki opens an eye. "I feel like shit."

Dazai laughs.

-🝮-

Trivia:

Mizuki is singing "leaves from the vine" from Avatar: The Last Airbender