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[nullificates]

Oh, please. By all means, when we're done with all this, you're more than welcome to chop him into little pieces.

(bullshit, but one dazai doesn't shy away from splurting. likewise, it's the same with chuuya. killing dazai would kill him in the process.

the admission, however, makes him slowblink a little. he wasn't ever expecting that to be a problem.)

You're not mine either, and yet, you offered. Do you want me to be yours solely?

[fatalism]

[ those words make fyodor really wish for that brick just to give dazai's brain a little, gentle, non-lethal smack. truly, watching double black from afar missed a lot of these more annoying nuances.

instinctively he brings his index finger to his mouth, teeth marks left on the pale skin as he thinks of the question and the answer, the implications and what dazai's own answer is, weights and matters. ]

Do you? [ he returns, eventually, seeking his own answer in dazai's. after all, he had simply offered sex as a bargaining chip, not giving due consideration to other things. things which, ultimately, shouldn't matter. don't matter. ]

[nullificates]

No one can be anyone's. Part of someone can be. I can give you parts of myself solely you can have, but not me entirely. That doesn't particularly exist.

(as heartbreaking as it is for someone as possessive as they own. it's feelings that only fyodor can bring out of him that dazai can give him, heartbeats for fyodor for him solely, but dazai can't want this too much.

it'll ruin them.)

[fatalism]

[ this is not the only point of diverging opinions between them. in the same way fyodor doesn't believe everything must end, he believes there can be devotion of that level. to be held by someone entirely.

he thinks of ivan, devoted entirely to fyodor's whims and orders. inefficient at times but still, he belonged to fyodor--one-sided, for sure, but real. nikolai is not, his one dear friend, and yet is not that desire to kill fyodor bordering on mania and devotion and obsession? (fyodor none of this is a good thing) ]

No. I would never be content with simply a part of someone. Not if what you're asking requires...intimacy.

[ emotional, physical. either or both. ]

[nullificates]

That's a shame. Do you understand now why I turned you down? There's too much intimacy in it for you, and I think you need to figure out what you want from these things.

(all this round and around, his lips touch the hand that is brought to them, before he rests his own on top of it. this should be it for their encounter this time, at least on this subject.)

[fatalism]

I already know, Dazai-kun.

[ someone entirely for himself. perhaps an impossibility but also something that fyodor isn't actively looking for, it isn't as important as the grand plan. the book. the bringing about of a better world.

but he is content to let the topic drop. ultimately, it isn't important. ]

[nullificates]

... I don't think you do, if you think our issues are so easy to fix with a quick fuck. I like you, you know. You want to run away from intimacy, but that's not possible to have that sort of interaction when one of us is smitten.

(he's confessing, but it's for a reason. it's so fyodor thinks, considers the weight of what he proposed to a smitten man. it's the lack of experience that makes fyodor not notice, not understand what he is doing.

so intelligent, but so naive.)

[fatalism]

You are not smitten with me. And I am not smitten with you. [ this is flatly offered, and it isn't that he's stung about being rejected. if anything, it would be meaningless and pointless to sleep with someone you can't own, who isn't yours. dazai pointing out that fyodor flees from intimacy isn't wrong but that is because he cannot abide one that isn't equal to his own in measure.

he deals with absolutes, yes this is perhaps why dazai was ultimately able to beat him(and fyodor does know, somewhere deep down, that there is something rigged in this game for him to lose).

from someone utterly selfless as fyodor is about, well, everything else, this seems to be something he can't help but be selfish about. ]

[nullificates]

And you bring that forward with what evidence, dear Rat?

(because surely fyodor can see how dazai looks at him, can't he? the look of someone who's endeared to playing with fire, the look he's giving fyodor right now. one of enamoured passion, and yet, calming, genuine. he has to wonder if fyodor can tell the differences in nuances in his smile, the emptiness and the real.)

[fatalism]

It's a ludicrous thought, we're trying to win a game. We're trying to kill each other.[ is that not antithetical to any and all expressions of genuine affection? fyodor would entertain a misguided crush before anything with the word 'smitten' involved.

and yet, he himself is the one who commented on the sadness of losing a chess partner. and despite that the smiles dazai offers all cut with the same sharpness, real or not. ]

[nullificates]

Since when has that been out of anything other than strategy?

(contrasting sides, a rather sad turn of events. he remembers how long he's known fyodor, most likely longer than one would expect, and he sighs a little. there probably has been a time where their knives weren't pointed at each other.)

[fatalism]

Would you happily put a love one through such suffering then? [ it isn't really an important question in the grand scheme of things, if anything, it is a little weak, a little too obvious in its intention to deter or derail the conversation. ]

[nullificates]

I never said I was happily about to murder you. Besides, I'd be glad to die with you, if you wanted it so.

(is it truly suffering if one yearns for it? it'd be the most romantic thing fyodor could ever provide him.)

[fatalism]

You've never expressed those sentiments before. I assumed otherwise. [ fyodor shakes his head. ] If I'm dead I can't get the book, therefore I cannot allow myself to die. [ not to consider it with the same appreciation dazai does. if fyodor had died, if he died here, now, a lot of others would be spared. ]

You'll have to, in th end. Or I will.

[nullificates]

Do you truly need my words to know something to be true? I enjoy challenging you, murdering you is solely a consequence to winning a life-or-death game, isn't it?

(he will... die? by dazai's hand, no less? he takes a moment to look at it and sigh. a hand that shouldn't kill, but will, if needed. he's not half the man he wants to be, is he?)

[fatalism]

Unlike most beings on this earth, I cannot read you entirely, Dazai-kun. Some things I know, not everything. [ fyodor considers. ] I would like to die in clean flesh, if possible. Though I assume you have no preference?

cw suicide

[nullificates]

Painless, it's all I want. Ah, so are we making this agreement? A double suicide after a nice bath?

cw suicide

[fatalism]

After I complete my mission, of course. I will agree to a double suicide with you.

[ as if it were that simple. fyodor will never give up the book, not for anything less than what he wants and what he wants-he frowns, scanning dazai's face, searching for a trick or a lie or any other tell. ]

[nullificates]

... And if that's not a possibility, must I die on my own?

(they don't know, after all. perhaps when they're old, their bones frail and their skin flaccid. perhaps then.)

[fatalism]

You mean to say that, in the case I lose, we should still kill ourselves together? Isn't that a little bit of a premature death for a member of the triumphant, righteous agency?

[nullificates]

... You talk as if we know whether I'll ever return to my agency, Fyodor.

[fatalism]

Our stay here isn't permanent, Dazai. And where else will you go after we conclude our games in Meursault? It is only logical to me.

Are you afraid you will not return?

[nullificates]

I am not afraid I won't return, I simply don't hold on to absolutes. If there's a way to return, it's you and me together who can figure it out, no other way possible.

I simply don't have blind faith, like a religious person.

[fatalism]

Absolutes are inescapable things, [ fyodor considers; he believes in them. he follows them, out of religious or personal belief. perhaps it is because his ability is this. but another point of divergence isn't necessarily bad between himself and dazai.

still. you and me together who can figure it out--that's new, he's played against dazai but to play with him--to have someone who needs no further elaboration to understand. that makes a delightful warmth curl in his chest.]

[nullificates]

Only if you believe so. I walk a very grey line, wouldn't you think?

(a man whose heart bleeds in black, drips darkness with each and every step, but whose feet lead him to the light. no absolutes here. he is what he is, a recovering criminal, whose fingers would pull a trigger if needed, even against fyodor's chest.

either way, he wholeheartedly believes that if there is a way, it's only dazai and fyodor who could find it - not separate, but together, a unit, and he meant it when he said it. his hand gently tucks a strand of hair away from the man's face, only so he can see him better.)