My childhood happiness

Dazai fell to the ground with a loud crash. - Ugh, you’re so pathetic. And with these bandages he’s also scary. — the boy opposite Dazai grimaced. “Osamu, you idiot.” You’re always so silent and distant. You think the coolest loner, right? You’re also covered in bandages and carrying around this book about suicide. You suck, Osamu! — picked up another boy. - Osamu is a weakling! Osamu is a weakling! — the two twin brothers standing behind the first two began to tease. Dazai’s eyes were wet. A little more and he bursts into tears. Chuuya stood aside and observed this situation. His hands were clenched into fists with anger and he became redder and redder with anger every minute. How can you mock the weak?! This is very low and stupid. Suddenly the first boy kicked Dazai in the stomach. The poor thing howled and burst into tears. The boys laughed. - Osamu is a crybaby! Osamu is a crybaby! — the twin brothers teased. - Ha-ha-ha! What a weak whiner you are! What will happen if I tear up your wretched little book? — the first boy laughed and picked up the red book from the ground. “Please-o-o-o-o,” Osamu said in tears, “don’t-o-o-o-o…” small fists tried to wipe away the transparent, shiny, almost crystalline tears. This book, which the first boy wanted to tear, was the last thing left of Dazai’s late mother. He pulled her out at the age of three from the hands of a corpse that was hanging from the ceiling and swaying quietly due to the wind that blew from the open window. Dazai sat alone with his mother’s corpse for two hours until his grandmother came from the store and almost fainted from what she saw. The corpse of her daughter was hanging under the ceiling, and little Osamu was sitting on the floor next to her, leafing through a book and asking his mother questions to which he did not receive an answer and began to shake his mother’s leg, but then tiredly continued to leaf through the book. His mother committed suicide, unable to cope with the death of his father from brain cancer. Dazai sat and burst into tears when the first boy shook his book, intimidating him, and the rest laughed loudly at this situation, at the same time shouting how pathetic Osamu was. Unable to bear it, Chuya rushed towards them. He pushed the first boy into the puddle with all his might and took the book from him. The other three froze with their mouths open in surprise. Chuuya grabbed Dazai’s hand, lifted him off the ground, and carefully brushed him off. He wiped his tears with his sleeve and gave him the book. Covering Osamu with his back, Chuuya said menacingly: - So that’s it! I won’t repeat it again. Touch Osamu again and you will have to deal with me and my ability — the stones around Chuuya were painted with a red glow and rose into the air thanks to the saffron milk cap’s gravity. — I hope I said and showed clearly? All the boys nodded their heads in fear and rushed to run away. Happy Chuuya turned to Dazai and smiled widely. - They won’t hurt you anymore! Let’s be friends? My name is Chuuya Nakahara. For friends, just Chuuya. Nakahara said enthusiastically. “M-my name is Osamu Dazai.” For friends, just Dazai. “Thank you for helping me,” Dazai said with sadness in his voice and sobbed. Thus began their happy friendship. *** Dazai and Chuuya were known throughout the kindergarten as the most hooligan kids. The ringleader and the inventor, of course, was Chuuya, full of energy and happiness, and Dazai was just a person who picked up any of Chuuya’s ideas and carried them out with him. One day Dazai was sitting in a group reading his book. Chuuya flew up to him. - Dazai! Dazai! Let’s run quickly! I found this in the yard! — Chuuya shouted full of joy and grabbed Dazai by the elbow and began to try to lift him from the floor to his feet. - Chuuuuuuuuuuuuck! — Dazai howled — I don’t want to go anywhere! My legs hurt! - But Osamu! You simply must see this! — Chuuya shouted and still tried to lift Osamu. He would have lifted him with gravity long ago, but Osamu had a gift that neutralized the gifts of other people, so no one could use their gift on him. When Chuuya finally managed to get Dazai to his feet, he grabbed him by the hand and quickly dragged him into the yard. - Wait, Chuuya! I do not have time for you! — Dazai whined and stumbled, trying to keep up with Chuuya. - Faster! Faster! We have to make it before they run away! — the redhead urged his friend. When they ran to the backyard of the kindergarten, where there were very few children, Nakahara looked around, put a finger to his lips and shushed Dazai. At a puzzled look, the redhead parted the bushes behind which the ducklings were sitting. - Oh, how cute! — Dazai lit up with happiness. - Well, what am I talking about! They are also not afraid when they are picked up! Try it,” Chuuya said, sat down on the floor and dragged Dazai along with him by the hand. They sat on the ground, played with the ducklings, stroked them and laughed loudly. They laughed for real, with children’s laughter. Laughter of happiness. Nothing could separate these little two children, because deep down they loved each other very much, but they were very embarrassed to admit it to each other, so they kept everything in the dark. In the future, they will definitely find out about each other’s deepest secrets. Someday they will admit it, but not now.