Chapter 1 (the serial killer)

Dazai and I had take some knives and guns we had hid under our sofa. I felt a bit safe with Dazai on my back, he also learned n self defense back when we were middle school. I just had fast reflexes and some basic attack skills.

1 minute before 8 a.m. my heart was pounding so hard like it would fall from it's place. Then the door suddenly crashed open and I saw my own father. I was shocked when I saw him holding an axe, he was the serial killer in my dream! In my dream I can't see anyone's faces, they're all blank so I didn't recognize any of the faces.

Dazai looked at me, "is it okay if I killed your father?" I was a bit sad to know my father was a killer so I answered, "yeah even though he is my dad, we still need to stop him,". Dazai started to get pumped up to get in the fighting mood, while I just think of a perfect timing for me to attack. Suddenly my father was already running towards me, I froze and I couldn't move.

"GET OUT OF THE WAY!!!" Dazai shouted and I tried to stab my father but he avoided the attack and just got a scratch on this left arm. I fell on the ground after Dazai pushed me to save me from being killed. My father suddenly appeared behind Dazai and almost stabbed him, Dazai fell to the left and I jumped and stab my father.

"Great timing," "thanks!" I replied. I hold Dazai's hands and got him up, I saw a scratch on his neck. Maybe it's just my knife accidentally left the scratch there on his neck. "Hey, Dazai. You okay?" I asked, "I was worried that you never ask. I'm okay but my neck..." he showed his neck. I licked the blood from his neck and bandaged it, he lied his head down on my shoulder saying "If you ever had another dream, please dream about me and you doing things alone with each other..."

"What do you mean by 'doing things alone with each other'?" we were gay though. "s*x and other stuff you want," he replied straightforward, "e-eh? Y-you want me to dream about th-that???" "sure why not? Or you want to do it here right now...? hehe" I blushed and my face turned red. He laughed, "it was a joke, don't take it seriously, if you want to just ask." then he kissed me and took care of the corpse.