Part 2. Chapter 10

It's time, my friend, it's time!

He asks for peace of heart —

Days fly by, and every hour takes away

A piece of being, and the two of us

We assume to live, and lo and behold, we will die.

There is no happiness in the world, but there is peace and will.

I've been dreaming of an enviable share for a long time —

Long ago, a tired slave, I planned an escape

To the abode of distant labors and pure bliss.

Pushkin

The offices of the Port Mafia and the Armed Detective Agency were in chaos. Everyone was running around with horror on their faces and thinking: where did Dazai go, and with him Fyodor Dostoevsky, who had previously been in the morgue. What had to happen to make it happen like this all at once? Akutagawa was also a little perplexed, but nevertheless he understood what Osamu meant when he said that he would leave and probably not return. Although, it will be difficult for others to explain the situation.

- Morey. - Ryunosuke began, entering the Mafia boss's office. - I have an assumption that Dostoevsky is alive and Dazai, along with the rest of the Death of the Celestials, resurrected him.

- Yes? Well, I still don't understand Dazai's actions.- Ogai sighed, leaning on his chair. - Sometimes he says that Dostoevsky's corpse should be hidden, then he tries to resurrect it himself...

- So Dazai's prediction came true, not without his participation?.. - Morey continued. - Yeah, yeah... He knows how to put a spoke in the wheel....

- What do you want me to do? - Akutagawa asked.

- We need to contact the Agency, and then we will decide. Get on with it.

- I'm listening.

Ryunosuke left and Mori stayed with Alice in the same office. «What will Dostoevsky prepare for us this time?»

They barely managed to survive his past atrocities, suffering a huge blow, but still survived and were not ready to endure them again, given that only about 4-5 days had passed, or even less.

Now we need to think and act as quickly as possible in order to be ready for Dostoevsky's new plans. He will not miss the opportunity to harm organizations and an alliance with the Agency will, as always, be most welcome.

***

At this time, Fukuzawa gathered all the members of the Detective Agency for a meeting.

- So,- the Boss began, - it became known to me that Dostoevsky was resurrected and, according to the predictions of Dazai, who is not with us now, we need to unite with the Port Mafia. What do you think about this?

- On the one hand, the Mafia and I don't get along very well.- Rampo began. - on the other hand, our union, although temporary, was strong and brought fruits and success. I don't see anything wrong with getting together. Especially now our enemy, who was both now and in the past, was and remained Fyodor Dostoevsky, whose ability is still unknown to anyone.

- What does Yosano think about this? - Fukuzawa asked.

Yosano grimaced. No matter how much she hates the Mafia, now it's the way to the future of the whole world. The key to salvation. Yosano's throat filled with a terrible lump and, squeezing out some words, she agreed to the union.

Fukuzawa knew that such a decision was hard for Yosano to make and he was sorry that she would face the Mafia again.

- Do others have any objections? - After a while, the Boss nodded.

- Absolutely not. - everyone answered in unison.

- Then we are going to negotiate with the Port Mafia.

***

- Well, have I answered all your questions?- Fyodor asked, standing in front of the guys.

- So you're not in the Death of the Celestials right now? - Nikolai said with sadness in his voice, trying to somehow detain Fyodor and talk to him after a long separation.

- Yes, it is. - Dostoevsky nodded. - That's it? No questions? Then, if you'll excuse me, I'll take my leave.

Fyodor turned around and walked towards the exit from Lermontov's «lair» . Everyone stared after him in silence and said nothing. Nothing to worry about... It was kind of sad for everyone. They rallied, even, one might say, became like family. And all this is because of a common goal that Gogol came up with.

Nikolai himself is now almost tearfully seeing off Dostoevsky. He stands there, trying to do something to keep his friend. «It turns out that Dostoevsky planned to die from the very beginning, thinking that no one would think of saving him? Gogol thought in great sadness. - and me... And Sigma.... And Dazai and Lermontov.... Is it all for nothing?..»

Osamu looked at Nikolai's struggle with emotions and thought about how to get out of this situation. Now they were looking at Fedor's back, and he Only considers them pathetic and good for nothing. How is it? Previously, Dostoevsky compared Dazai to himself and respected him like no one else, and not once or twice did they find themselves in the center of the most important events of Yokohama. What about Yokohama? The whole world.

- Wait, Dostoevsky. - Dazai began, looking at the departing Russian with a serious face. - How are you going to get rid of the Espers? Previously, Shibusawa wanted to do this using the technique of «death by his own ability» , but his plan was interrupted by you, thereby killing him. Don't you think that this was the only chance to kill Espers in this world by appropriating their own abilities?

- And who said that I'm going to appropriate them for myself?- Dostoevsky grinned. - Did you really think I was as pathetic as Shibusawa? Did you really think that I just wanted to take over the abilities of this world? That's not so. My ability is quite strong, and is capable of creating chaos, like, say, Lermontov's ability, only in a different way. We, the members of the Death of the Celestials, are created to manage the miserable lives of the people inhabiting this planet. That's all. Of course, everyone can be called traitors here, because everyone pursues only their own goal and no one else's. Therefore, even if someone betrays us, he just follows his goal. Just like me.

- Was your betrayal planned from the very beginning? - said Gogol.

- Exactly. - Dostoevsky turned to the guys. - Of course, I can change my mind by changing the goal or in the event that my current plan fails. Then I'll come back to you, but I don't think you'll forgive me for such a betrayal.