The Dazai Twins

In my dream, Dazai Osamu left behind only a cold profile before walking farther and farther away. His shadow stretched so long that, for the first time, I realized: ah, the distance between us was an impassable gulf.

"Brother..."

I reached out. When I opened my eyes, I saw the familiar ceiling. Tears kept welling up and running down my cheek, soaking half my pillow.

"It was a dream..."

But I knew it wasn't.

*

Armed Detective Agency office

I walked past Ranpo, reading a manga beneath a newspaper, and Kunikida and Atsushi, who were bickering while Atsushi looked utterly bewildered and awkward. I passed the person lying on the sofa without even glancing his way.

"Oh, Aoi! Good morning!" Dazai Osamu greeted me with a bright, cheerful smile.

It was a warm smile, completely unlike the one in my dream.

I stopped and turned to look at him, then cruelly curled my lips and said, "Morning. So, tell me... why aren't you dead yet?"

The entire agency fell silent. Only the two of us smiled at each other.

He smiled as if he didn't care at all. I smiled with nothing but malice.

*The main story is written in third person.

*Dazai's family background has been heavily altered. It's all my own headcanon.

*Everyone, I'm writing actual incest! Dazai Aoi is also a lunatic! This is a disclaimer. If this isn't your thing, run! (bows deeply)

Theme: I will love you forever, even if I'm covered in scars.