[Of course Dazai had plans. His plans had plans, and even his plans' plans probably had at least a vague idea or two. But even the best-laid plans of men and suicide maniacs could go awry, and considering how layered Dazai's plans were, always more like a maze than a direct path, it was a miracle that they didn't end up a mess more often.
He'd taken too big a gamble - or, perhaps more likely: a certain someone had tipped off the people his plans involved, and they were Not Happy. It was hardly the first time he'd gotten hurt for no good reason, but this was definitely tricky. Still, he expected to be taken to this particular group's hide-out if anything, and he'd manage something or other there. Probably. Maybe. Considering the limited options for who could have tipped them off about his true intentions, being killed was always an option. It wasn't a desired outcome, but he wouldn't truly mind it, either.
Still, some person or other always got in the way of that, didn't they? As Dazai came to, the world all turned around and shaking a bit, it only took him a moment or two to make out where the ground was, and realize his situation. Ahhh... Yes, that was definitely not according to plan.
But even so... His head hurt, his stomach wasn't doing much better, and one of his legs had a nasty cut that, while hardly fatal, would be annoying to walk with. Closing his eyes again, Dazai decided that he might as well see this through. After all, his greatest talent was knowing where effort was required, and where he could coast by just fine without.
Besides, if Chuuya was going to insist on "saving" him, he could damn well be the one to put in the effort. He wouldn't get to take credit, otherwise! This was practically doing him a favor, if one with a nasty aftertaste.]
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He'd taken too big a gamble - or, perhaps more likely: a certain someone had tipped off the people his plans involved, and they were Not Happy. It was hardly the first time he'd gotten hurt for no good reason, but this was definitely tricky. Still, he expected to be taken to this particular group's hide-out if anything, and he'd manage something or other there. Probably. Maybe. Considering the limited options for who could have tipped them off about his true intentions, being killed was always an option. It wasn't a desired outcome, but he wouldn't truly mind it, either.
Still, some person or other always got in the way of that, didn't they? As Dazai came to, the world all turned around and shaking a bit, it only took him a moment or two to make out where the ground was, and realize his situation. Ahhh... Yes, that was definitely not according to plan.
But even so... His head hurt, his stomach wasn't doing much better, and one of his legs had a nasty cut that, while hardly fatal, would be annoying to walk with. Closing his eyes again, Dazai decided that he might as well see this through. After all, his greatest talent was knowing where effort was required, and where he could coast by just fine without.
Besides, if Chuuya was going to insist on "saving" him, he could damn well be the one to put in the effort. He wouldn't get to take credit, otherwise! This was practically doing him a favor, if one with a nasty aftertaste.]