Dazai flew over the lip of the building, stumbling as he landed on the wet high rise in front of him. Gasping for breath he pushed on, weary body dying for a break that his pursuer was not willing to give. He gave a breathy laugh as he heard Chuuya leap from the opposite building and ran all the faster for it, he was catching up well before Dazai had predicted he would.

"Dazai you piece of shit! Stop running and let me kill you trai-woa!" Chuuya's foot slid out beneath him, throwing him wildly off balance on the edge of a 20-meter drop. His heart jumped into his throat as shock froze his limbs and he fell back into empty air. "Fuck."

Dazai glanced behind at Chuuya, pivoted on the ball of his dominant foot and slipped on the slick roof tiling before he successfully launched himself at Chuuya. Hand stretched out, heart thudding heavily within his chest.

"Chuuya!" His fingers clenched on empty air, Chuuya just out of his reach. He lunged again and, grasping Chuuya's ankle, was dragged forward onto his stomach suddenly. Chuuya's back slammed into the building, head cracking on the edge of the bricks with a dull thock heard only by him before his body went slack. Dazai clutched at Chuuya's ankle, ignoring the sharp pain from his elbow as much as he could, and let his body slide forward a little so he could turn his elbow in the right way.

"Chuuya help me out here, activating your ability would be helpful." Dazai squeezed out between clenched teeth. He pushed against the risen ledge to hold himself on the roofing struggled to hold Chuuya with one hand, slipping on the wet leather of Chuuya's shoes.

"Chuuya?"

His hold was tenuous, Chuuya's small foot was slipping through his fingers and if he fell Dazai would be letting his former partner bludgeon himself on the pavement below. But Chuuya wasn't answering him. He took a risk and peeked over the edge of the building, down at Chuuya as his grip became dangerously weak.

"Chuuya answer me." He called down, voice rife with dull anxiety. He came to the conclusion that Chuuya was unconscious when he received no answer and clicked his tongue with frustration. If he let Chuuya hang any longer then he'd fall to his death, but if he let go of the wall to grab Chuuya with his other hand then they'd both die. Whilst a double suicide with someone beautiful was what Dazai truly wanted out of life, he did not want to die with his bull-headed hat-rack.

But his fingers were slipping, he was barely holding on. They could both fall to their deaths, or one of them could survive. If he were quick enough he may be able to save both of them. But was he quick enough?

"Sorry Chuuya." He released his hand from its burden and relaxed, closing his eyes and shoving away his emotions. Chuuya would despise him for this. He felt the wind in his hair; warmth saturated his body, adrenaline rushing with the blood in his system as sharp slap broke through the late evening light.