Chuuya sat patiently waiting at the local cafe with Noah down the street from their apartment. He looked around for the violet haired man he had been messaging a few days prior. Chuuya had been waiting at least 2o minutes. But he didn't mind. He had his coffee, and Noah was eating a cookie and drinking juice. Chuuya could wait for hours if need be. This was important to him. This was Tsumiki's brother they were talking about. He wanted nothing more than for the man to meet his nephew. Chuuya sighed as he pulled out his phone looking for a text from the man.

"Hello, Chuuya?"

Chuuya looked up at the man. "Y-Yes. You must be Fyodor right?"

He nods. "I am." As he smiled. "And that must be my cute little nephew."

Chuuya nods. "Noah." He said softly.

"Noah... My brother always wanted to name his son that." He smiled. "I really appreciate you reaching out to me. Me and my brother we don't see eye to eye on things." He said, shaking his head. "He's stubborn as am I, and unfortunately we can never seem to work out an agreement on how to get along."

"It's no issue... I- I wanted Noah to know his uncle. To have a part of his father close to him since Tsumiki is not here..."

"Not here? What do you mean?"

"Oh god... You haven't heard? Tsumiki died three years ago... I thought everyone close to him was aware."

Fyodor looked at Chuuya in shock.

"I'm sorry..."

Fyodor sat down. Not coping with the news well. "I... I didn't know... I was in Moscow... and... I lost contact with his friends because my phone got destroyed a couple of months ago."

"I'm so sorry Fyodor... Tsumiki... he was a good man."

"...he was... He really was..." Fyodor sighed shakily. He didn't want to cry. Not in front of Chuuya, not in front of Noah. He lost a brother. But Chuuya lost a lover, Noah is now without one parent. And that's a sort of pain Fyodor can't begin to imagine. Fyodor smiled at Noah who was drawing.

"Hey little guy, what you drawing?"

"Mm... a house. Our house. Papa is getting it for us!"

"It's a beautiful house. Who is this?"

"That's our dog, Aki. That's Papa and then that's me!" He said excitedly.

"Wow." He smiled. "That definitely has to be hung on the fridge at your new house."

Chuuya chuckled. "All his masterpieces go up on the fridge. Then when we eventually take them down we put them in a scrapbook." He smiles.

Fyodor laughed softly. "I definitely have to look at those other ones then."

It was silent for a moment, Chuuya was hoping he didn't ask it. Please just don't ask it.

"How are you holding up?" Fyodor asked concerned. And there it was. The question over the past three years that has never gotten easier to answer, Chuuya always answered the same.

"I'm fine."

"No." He shook his head. "How are you really holding up? Saying I'm fine means you're really not. Which also means you aren't venting to anyone. That has to be hard Chuuya."

"I'm really okay Fyodor. I have Noah... I can't be selfish... I can't afford to fall apart..."

"Then don't. But at least talk to someone."

"I do... God. I don't know if he's always listening. But I hope my words and prayers are reaching him."

"Mm. Don't we all."

*

"Boss, just as you predicted Dostoyevsky Fyodor is in Yokohama."

Dazai chuckled and smiled. "I figured he'd be back. I knew he couldn't stand away, between his baby brother being here and him thinking the book is around here in Yokohama. I knew he'd come soon enough. Where did you spot him?"

"He was having lunch with Nakahara Chuuya." Akutagawa said as he sat photos on the desk of Chuuya at the cafe with Fyodor and Noah.

Dazai's eyes widened. "My guess is he didn't come because of what you did. He came because Nakahara reached out to him about Noah."

"Shit... I don't want to get Chuuya involved in this. He's been through enough these past few years." Dazai said narrowing his eyes. "Keep a damn good eye on Chuuya, don't let him and Noah get wrapped up in this mess."

"Yes Boss." He said bowing.

"Thank you for the information. You are dismissed."

He nodded and took his leave. Dazai sighed, this was not how he planned for Dostoyevsky to come to Yokohama. But at the same time Dazai knew he couldn't keep Chuuya and Fyodor from meeting he just wished it wouldn't have happened as soon.

"No matter... my predictions always come out true. So let the games begin, Fyodor Dostoyevsky."

Dazai laughed and smirked.