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It had only been a few months since the marriage when the two adopted decided to get a kid. Maybe they could have just adopted one. But there was this new technology that lets two men create a child using an artificial mother. So they went ahead with it and got the work done in a lab. The kid was 'born' in about 5 months. It was a girl and on Dazai's insistance, they named the child Akira. It can't really be understood if Chuuya was the more excited one or if it was Dazai but in the weeks that followed the child's birth, the house was turned upside down as a new nursery, a play area, a place for books and all were made for the kid.
As a few years passed, she started to grow up. The two men finally had something they'd never even imagined themselves having- a family.
The more you desire and treasure something, the quicker it'll leave you. After all, that's life, disappointing and fleeting, gone in a blink.
Akira turned nine on 30th November. It was one of the best birthdays she'd ever had. All her new friends we're there, her dads were happy and she even had a cake of her own, covered with so much chocolate and strawberries, just how she loved it!
Whenever she thinks about that day in the future, she just wishes that she'd have treasured it more and spent more time with her parents, loved them more. Then maybe, just maybe, he'd have stayed.
Then their family would still be complete. Everyone would still be happy. If only.
It had been a warm and comforting winter's night. It was still an hour till her bedtime so Akira just sat on her bed and painted with these new paints Dazai had brought her.
Chuuya had come home early today since Akira was sick and needed someone to take care of her. He was in the kitchen, cooking them dinner as usual. Dazai hadn't come home yet. The clock ticked. The two sat down for dinner and ate. It was spaghetti bolognese. She liked spaghetti. She knew that Dazai did too. They waited for him for a long time. He didn't come. Chuuya seemed to be getting more and more agitated. Then, he asked her to go to her room and just sleep. So she did.
When she awoke again, there was a commotion downstairs. She didn't dare to leave the room so she just sat on her bed, afraid.
The door to her room slammed open. It was Chuuya, his face tear streaked and red, a bottle of what looked like some expensive alcohol in his hands. He threw it at her. She only managed to get out of the way in time, the shards of broken glass scratching her skin as the bottle broke and her pajamas were soaked through with alcohol. She stared at him, terrified, tears now streaming down her face as well. Contrary to popular belief, alcohol bottles are usually quite hard to break and he'd thrown it with enough force to shatter it. What would have happened if she hadn't stepped out the way? He walked towards her shouting,
You bastard! You promised that you'd stay. You promised me that you would for me. And then I'd be the one to kill you when the time came. How dare you fucking kill your self!?
Akira only stares at him. Had he mistaken her for someone else? But a part of her knew who it was. Ever since she'd been little, everyone told her that she looked extraordinarily like dazai. That stupid wavy brown hair that stuck out at odd angles, those brown eyes and charming smile. The only thing she seemed to have inherited from Chuuya was his height.
Had something happened to Dazai? Her 11 year old brain ran around as fast as it could. Well as fast as anyone's can while your half crazy and drunk looking father who nearly killed you a moment ago is nearly upon your bed. She squealed and tried to make herself as small as she could but the man grabbed her and lifted her by her throat. She kicked her feet underneath and pain erupted everywhere. Her vision was darkening around the edges and the only thing she could see were his livid eyes, hiding a deep sorrow. She wanted to shout, ask her father to stop. Ask him what happened. Ask him where Dazai was. But she couldn't. Her body was going limp.
A smooth voice interrupted them from the doorway.
You'll kill her at this rate Chuuya. Does she remind you of Dazai that much? Well you can put her in my care till you're ready to see her again.
Chuuya slowly puts her onto the bed. By that time, she's nearly passed out and all she can see is a man with dark hair and a red scarf around his neck before her eyes close and the world darkens.