chapter 23

[Trigger warning: Dazai's suicidal tendencies]

Kitty entered the café, she looked at her surrounding. The café was little dull and unusual. There was something peculiar about it, the men smoked here and there. The ladies surrounded men in a disgusting way possible. Though, it looked quite normal from outside and it had been the nearest café to the Port Mafia headquarters. It wasn't dirty at all, although the environment was.

She settled herself in the connermost seat and looked at the menu, she shared a seat with one of the customer who had been tallking about the tab and flirting with the waitress or whoever women he had got.

"The man had no utter shame.," Kitty thought as she couldn't get the clear glimpse of the man flocked by women.

She got up from the chair and looked for the another.

"Kitty.," the familiar voice snapped in.

Osamu Dazai.

"You can join here.," Dazai said pointing the opposite seat.

"I don't think so I should, your women might be bothered.," Kitty replied.

"Oh no no..," he said, "They don't mind it at all."

Kitty sat on the chair clearly uncomfortable by the presence of women surrounding him.

"Girls, can you give me some privacy?," he said with a charming smile meant to sway them, deceive them.

She directly ordered a coffee, her nerve near her head were twitching constantly.

"You must have given them the most unforgettable night. Look at their smiles.," Kitty commented.

"Ah... for me?," Dazai began, leaning closer to the table, "They are my fans. Woman and prostitute are nothing but an object."

Kitty didn't like the tone and his portrayal of woman.

"But I love prostitute, I sleep like a baby in their embrace and their smiles are so welcoming and kind. Their beauty never ever scared me."

Kitty didn't know how to react at his thoughts or so-called philosophy. She just waited for the coffee and some cake to go along with it.

"So, how does Mori react to the warmness of your skin?," he said, his cup mid-air as he spoke, "You must have made him the happiest man ever. His mood is quite relaxed nowadays."

"Come on. Say me something, Mori's private prostitute."

She was completely dumbfounded at his statement. She didn't like the degrading sound if it. Dazai had said those words out of jealousy or perhaps curiosity.

Dazai lit a cigarette and puffed it in the air.

"You have quite a knack for other woman. Don't you?," Kitty replied, "you enjoy the thrill. Right?"

"Yes. I might find it thrilling.," Dazai said, his eyes to lingered to one of the primal mark on kitty's neck, "Afterall, a man like me loves challenges."

The coffee arrived and the waitress kept on Our table. I ordered a cake that would go well with the coffee. The waitress looked at Dazai carefully, even a baby of three could understand the tension between or an affair with them.

I pulled his tie and asked, "Would you go to bed with me?"

Knowing well, the situation between them. The waitress looked surprised.

"Careful.," Dazai said, "You are walking on a thin ice."

Kitty's lips curled into a smile, "Am I?"

"And plus I am not looking to sleep with someone. I want a beautiful woman to commit you know... double suicide."

"Oh Am I not beautiful enough?"

The waitress seemed slightly irritated at Kitty's statement. She looked at Dazai, his expression was unreadable and funny, "Not as the woman standing beside me."

Kitty took out the cigarette from Dazai's lips and placed it inside her lips and blew it directly on his face. Dazai coughed a little and said, "Kitty, just because I called her prettier doesn't mean you will..."

A prettier woman getting insecure of the other ethereal one was an old overused tale. And kitty had taken complete advantage of it.

The waitress left with a hint of disappointment on her face, Kitty smiled evily.

"That was a close one.," Dazai said.