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    Fitzgerald’s fingers tangled into his hair and yanked his head up. Atsushi flinched and clawed at his hand, desperate to get away from him. He truly felt like a cornered animal. He’d been hunted and trapped as though he was something less than a human. Atsushi couldn’t, couldn’t keep feeling like that. Being treated as something subhuman was not unfamiliar to him, but that didn’t mean he was willing to just accept such abuse again. So, he put up something resembling a fight.

    “Fighting back now, are we?” He questioned with a smooth voice. Fitzgerald threw Atsushi to the ground and slammed his foot onto the boy’s sternum, making him cough up more burning fluids. “I recommend saving that for the arena, tiger,” the man said as he ground the ball of his foot into Atsushi’s chest.

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    06 Oct 2018

  2. Public Bookmark 10

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    When Dazai died, Nakahara Chuuya did not mourn him.

    He did not mourn him. He did not cry. He did not drink himself drunk, and he definitely did not visit Dazai's grave in the middle of said drunkenness, rage at his headstone, and get dragged back to the Port Mafia headquarters by Kouyou-nee's gentle but determined hand.

    So when Dazai's ghostly form was the first thing he saw the next morning, he was pissed as all hell, because of course Dazai had to return from the literal grave just to annoy Chuuya some more.

    "Were you such a piece of shit," Chuuya said, "that even hell spit you out?"

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    25 Sep 2018