Mizuki stares at the curry.

"Deja vu?"

"Kind of," Mizuki moves the spoonful of curry to her mouth. "Oh, tastes just how I imagined it."

"What were you two doing in front of my house?"

"Got shot up," Mizuki shrugs.

Oda stares at the two, picking up his phone.

"Put the phone down." Mizuki glares at him.

Oda stares at her.

"What if I don't?"

Dazai reaches for the gun on Mizuki's thigh, and finds that it's missing.

"I'll kill you," Mizuki takes another bite of the curry.

"There's only two of you, and both of you are badly injured. To injure me in that-"

Mizuki throws her spoon at Oda, missing him narrowly. The spoon makes a loud crack as it digs into the phone.

"I'll pay for reparations. Put the phone down." Mizuki stares at him.

Oda puts the broken device down, and Mizuki smiles. "Not so hard, now was it?"

"Are you the rumored Hachiman-sama?" Oda glances at the cracked phone.

Mizuki smiles. "I used to be called that. Dazai, have some. It's not poisoned, I promise."

Dazai takes a bite with his spoon. "It's just like how I remember."

"Since I can't call the police, then how do we go about your wounds?"

Mizuki stares at Dazai.

"I'll be fine."

"He's suicidal anyways," Mizuki sighs. "I'll treat them. You did a pretty decent job patching me up."

"You have a bullet wound."

"Not anymore," Mizuki lifts her shirt up and pulls on the bandages, unwrapping them. Oda stares at where the wound is supposed to be, but it's gone.

"That's impossible. You had a bullet wedged into your side."

Mizuki shrugs. "Ability users are weird. Do you have a first aid kit?"

Oda stands up to grab it, and she trails behind him.

"Why are you following me?"

"You might call the police on us," Mizuki mentions nonchalantly. "I heard you're an assassin."

"You did?" Oda continues walking, not entertaining her questions anymore.

"The information files sure are incredible..." Mizuki sings. Oda hands her the first aid kit, and she spins around. "Let's go!"

"Go?"

"From what I know, it's likely that you haven't had coffee yet," Mizuki heads along ahead of him.

"You know a surprising amount of information on me."

"Thanks, it's called a detective's instinct."

"Detective?"

"Tan-chan!!!" Dazai whines.

Oda stops at the name.

Port Mafia's lips.

"Tantilization." he trails.

"Oh? You noticed?" Mizuki's smile is anything but sweet now. "I wanted to stay longer..."

Oda stares at her, unsure what to do.

"Stop scaring him and treat me!" Dazai whines. Mizuki takes off the boy's shirt, and unwraps his bandages.

"You should bless me."

"In your dreams, jackass," Mizuki grumbles. "Arms up."

Dazai lifts his arms, and he stares at the man behind her.

"So... Odasaku," Dazai trails, meeting his eyes. "Have you had any dreams?"

Mizuki pinches the boy.

"OWW!!" Dazai whines. "Be gentle, Tan-chan!"

"Stop asking him about dreams." Mizuki presses her palm to Dazai's abdomen, and bends the metal. "Never been so glad I still have this ability."

"Can't you just kiss it better?" Dazai pouts.

"In front of another man who's barely a teen right now? No thanks."

Odasaku's seventeen.

"And???" Dazai whines. "I hate this."

Mizuki checks her pocket for a pill, and finds a final one.

"Shut up and eat your meds."

"Tan-chan!!" Mizuki shoves the pill into his mouth, and she snaps his jaw shut.

"Do you have water?"

"Isn't..."

"Don't worry about it," Mizuki hums. "Water?"

He hands her a cup of coffee instead. Mizuki's smile looks sinister.

"Open up~" She presses the cup to Dazai's lips, and the liquid slips past his lips and forces the pill down his throat.

"MI-CHAN!" He sobs.

"Mi-chan?" Oda raises a brow.

"Do you have a death wish?" Mizuki's eyes widen in anger, and her movement looks coded. "Hm? Osamu?"

Dazai freezes at his first name.

"Hm?" She stands up, and stares at him.

"You can't kill me here!"

"Oh? What gives?"

"You know why!"

"I can also alter memories." Mizuki's eyes burn into his. "Hm?"

Dazai shrinks in fear. "ODASAKU WON'T LET YOU LIVE!"

"Don't worry about it," Mizuki wraps her hand around Dazai's neck, one finger at a time. The wounds on his chest reopen.

"Ah AH AH AH AH IT HURTSSSS!" Dazai sobs. "I'M SORRY, TAN-CHAN!!!"

"Wrong name." Mizuki lifts him up by the neck.

"I'M SORRY, FUKUZAWA-SENSEI!!!" Dazai screams.

"You have good lungpower," Mizuki sets him back down and continues fixing his wounds.

Oda stares from the doorframe.

'What an interesting duo,' He thinks to himself as he sips on his cup of coffee.

"You two refer to me by name; is there a reason?"

Mizuki starts wrapping the boy's bandages, and she shrugs.

"We have history." Dazai speaks slowly.

"I'd prefer to call it a future," Mizuki pauses in her wrapping.

"The bandages aren't tight enough."

"Do you want me to beat you with an inch of life to spare?" Mizuki stares up at the boy, and he looks to the side, whistling awkwardly.

"History and a future?" He raises a brow.

"It's a history, though, Tan-chan."

"A future in a different world," Mizuki smacks his leg gently as she finishes wrapping his legs. "A future."

"A past."

"A future."

"A past."

"A future."

"A pa- oh, he's crying gold." Dazai stares at the male, a line of gold making its way down his cheek. "Is he going to pass out?"

Oda stares at Mizuki.

"You." He blinks at her.

"ODA! SAKUNOSUKE, PLEASE!" the image of her sobbing appears before his eyes.

Oda blinks aggressively, trying to shake the feeling off.

"Is something wrong, Oda-kun?"

"I saw something weird." He squints at her.

He feels something soft on his cheek, and his pupils blow wide in surprise. "Mizuki...?"

"TILL DEATH DO US PART! PLEASE!" The woman shakes. "I PROMISED YOU AND THE CHILDREN ETERNITY TOGETHER!"

"Hey... Mizuki. It's alright," He feels himself smiling. His hands look less rough, and though his chest feels heavy, he doesn't feel any grief. "I'm only going back to the kids."

"But... Saku... I'm sorry." She sobs into his chest, shaking from her uneven breathing. "I'm sorry I didn't protect the kids well enough. I'm sorry I didn't just use my ability when I should've. I'm sorry I-"

"Mizuki," He strokes her cheek with his thumb, and he feels his eyes close. "I love you."

"I love you too," She sobs. "Please tell the kids Mommy's sorry."

"Anything for you." He smiles. "Stay safe."

His vision fades to black, the sounds of her sobbing in the background.

Oda stares at the woman, wide-eyed.

"Mizuki."

"Odasaku?" Dazai speaks up instead.

"Dazai." He turns to the boy.

"Are you ok?" Mizuki makes her way to the man. "Oda?"

"Did you keep writing?" Oda rests his head on her shoulder.

"I did," Mizuki smiles. "I did."

"You didn't wait for me." He mumbles weakly. "Why?"

Mizuki doesn't have an answer.

She doesn't know either.

"He loves her," Dazai is the one to speak up. He looks to the side, staring at the smoke coming from the coffee. "He loves her a lot. You can tell."

Oda hates to admit that he's right.

"He does?"

"You love him too," Dazai puts his shirt back on.

Mizuki doesn't speak, and stares to the side instead. "I do."

Oda digs his chin into her shoulder. "What about the kids?"

Mizuki closes her eyes. "If we play our cards right, we can avoid your death, and we can avoid the dragon's head conflict."

"So the kids won't die?"

Mizuki stops in her steps, and pushes Oda off of her gently.

"Where are you going?"

"To seal an ability user," Mizuki reaches to open the door.

"You won't be able to," Dazai reasons. "You know-"

"War and Peace can't kill me. The most that Gilgamesh can do is keep fighting me and kill me. On top of that, Till Death Do Us Part isn't something that can kill," Mizuki sighs.

"You have one more."

Mizuki stares at Dazai. "Greed doesn't do much to a person if they're faster."

She leaves the room, and Oda stares at her.

A storm brews from inside of him. The darkness he had seen after death lingers in the air, and a budding nausea blossoms in his stomach. It felt sickening. The feeling that perhaps she was running head first to face something she struggled with in her past life.

"You still love her," Dazai stares at Oda without turning his head. "A lot."

Oda closes his eyes, and lets out a breath of air. "I do."

"Does she love you?"

Oda thinks of her fleeting figure.

"She did."

"She still does," Dazai's voice is gentle. "I think she knows that."

"Yet I can't have her." Oda smiles. "She sure is spontaneous."

"She never loved after you died," Dazai exhales dramatically. "If that makes it any better. Chuuya loved her; Fukuzawa-san loved her; I did too. Yet, she never remarried or dated."

Oda stares at the lukewarm coffee placed on his counter.

"I hurt her."

"You didn't." Dazai hums. "I'm not sure what happened after my death, but from what her personality is currently, I can only assume she did something unthinkable."

"It takes one to know one," Oda closes his eyes.

He knows.

Date: XX - XX - XXXX

Mizuki and Dazai have food at Oda's place, and Mizuki breaks his phone when he reaches to call the police. She ends up fixing Dazai back to full health, and the two argue before Dazai catches the golden tear falling down Oda's cheek. His memories flood back, and wonders why she didn't wait for him. Both he and Dazai know the answer.

Mizuki whistles as she kills the ability user. "Ohhhh pretty gems..."

The knife is driven through his skull, and Mizuki swipes the gems from the shelves.

Consume them.

Mizuki hums as she holds her hand out to Tatsuhiko's dead body.

Eat them alive.

"M̵̨̧̧̳̦̘̝͕̦͛͌͗̉̑͠a̴̧̢̱̰̻̙̗̠̺̝͓͙̻̱͕̻̩̻͊̀͛͐͒̒͗͒͆̽͝m̶͍͐̂̐̈m̷̧̢̨̧̠̥̥̟̣͖̣̺̪͖͚̬͙̽͊̀̎̏̂̅͆̄̋̀̍́͆̄̉͋̏̑̕̚͝o̸̢̨̲̫̹̙̭̘̟̖̰̺͓̞̜̖̭͇̩̫̒͝ń̵̡̤̮͙̄͌̀̓͠" Mizuki's eyes glow as a singular star emerges from his body. Mizuki grasps it with her hand.

"May the taste of death be a single time." Mizuki smiles, and the blood on her lips drips onto her dress.

Yes. Yes. Yes! More... ONE MORE!

Mizuki stares up.

The moon is red.

𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐞! 𝐢𝐭 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 <𝟑