It’s another day with two executions. The Sergeant this time doesn’t bother putting a show for his own entertainment, he wants this to be done without much fanfare, most likely because of Oda’s intervention the night before. The Sergeant made sure not to divulge the news, especially not to the executioners. To try to hold off any potential disasters, he decided to make the executions separate.

First, Osomatsu would get rid of Franciscus – the only witness to the events of last night. When Osomatsu approached the Lodge, he requested a club. The Sergeant obtained a large club with several hard nubs on it, perfect for bludgeoning. Without a word, he extended the hand, Osomatsu taking it without looking at the Sergeant’s nonexistent face, and entered the execution room. Franciscus was already waiting inside.

In his hands, there is a small photo – a last gesture for him. When Osomatsu enters, dragging the heavy club behind him, Franciscus takes a deep breath, struggling a bit to keep his breathing even, and says: “Tell Shaun I love him”, putting the photo away. Osomatsu didn’t reply, instead lifting the club off the ground, almost falling down because of its weight. It’d be pitiful if he wasn’t about to crack Franciscus’ head open.

To make it easier, Franciscus turns around and kneels. His Pokemon were away, the Sergeant made sure not to give him anything that could be used to fight back. Wanting to not inconvenience Osomatsu one last time, he stays still, awaiting. It was up to Osomatsu to do the job. He shouts to anyone watching, though:

"He made Olympia disappear!" he turns around just enough to point at the Sergeant. The Sergeant tenses, something that encouraged Franciscus. Gritting his teeth from the effort, Osomatsu lifts the club, managing to swing it, and missed Franciscus for an inch. The whoosh of the club passing so close to him is nervewracking. "He put Oda in that cell! He made her disappear, and he's going to replace her with him!"

Starting to get used to the weight of his weapon, he swings again, this time getting closer to Franciscus' head, so much he felt one of the nubs skin his ear. Not having more time for explanations, he lowers his arm and turned his head around, just in time. With a sickening crunch, the club collides against the back of his head! The sheer weight of the club compensated for Osomatsu’s lack of strength, blood emanated immediately from the wound, splattering the club and the floor.

Death wasn't immediate like both hoped, though. Woozy from the pain on the back of his head, and crawling forward in confusion, Franciscus tries to get his bearings and stand up, while behind him, Osomatsu had frozen, watching his former friend with fear, it turning into anger very soon. That man had killed Azura, he had betrayed them all, he had killed someone to save Sakura, who didn't even want anyone to kill, much less for her! The anger boiled like lava inside him, he lifts the club again. All he can see is red, he doesn't even notice when he screams:

"You shouldn't've brought Sakura-chan into this!"

The club hit Franciscus again, throwing him onto the floor. That hit was enough to kill Franciscus, but Osomatsu didn't notice. He's exhausted from lifting the club, scared from having to kill his friend even though he volunteered, but he refuses to show the Sergeant any signs of weaknesses. All those emotions swirl inside him, frantically, he keeps swinging the club over and over, battering Franciscus' prone form, until he loses count of how many times he had swung the weapon. He didn't notice how he hit the electric chair a couple times, breaking the wooden frame, he didn't notice how the concrete floor was dented from the club, he simply swung the club until his arms couldn't continue. Only then he realized what he had done.

Refusing to look at Franciscus' body, Osomatsu turns around, trembling. Without even listening to the Sergeant's words of encouragement, he drops the club, and walked quickly out of the basement, holding himself together, trying to ignore the drops of blood on him, and going straight to the motel. He couldn't believe what he had just done, and he really didn't want to do anything like that ever again.

Behind him, the Sergeant gets rid of the body.

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Last time he had been inside that execution room, he was the executioner. Now, because of his actions, he was the one getting executed. He knew what he had done was reckless and everyone would disapprove, but he didn't care. Millium was dead, Olympia deserved what he did. That was why he went into the execution room without any protests. He doesn't care he was about to die.

He doesn't even react when Dazai enters the room. Dazai was ushered into the execution room rather quickly, nobody had time to warn him. The horror is palpable when Dazai, gun in hand, realizes what he has to do. He doesn't even get to say anything before Oda says, with a tone that doesn't show the gravity of the situation, like this is something they had done a thousand times before.

“I’m sorry i have to make you do something like this. Take care of Sakura-chan”

Oda doesn't sound remotely sorry at all. He knows these were the consequences, maybe he had a feeling since the night before the Sergeant would do something like this, and he hadn't cared. Reap what you sow, that's the rule.

Dazai doesn't take it with nearly as much calm, though. Although he keeps a neutral face, he approaches, draws his arm out, and slams Oda with all his strength, hard enough for the redhead to turn his head around. Oda doesn't even try to touch his face where he was slapped.

"If you were going to say you're sorry, then you shouldn't have done it in the first place."

As if that was going to stop Oda. He knew that, everyone watching knew that. Dazai stares at Oda for a moment longer and relaxes, taking his sweet time to react. He knows he needs to delay the moment of the death for as long as possible, and not only because he was asked to. He doesn't want to kill Oda.

With an affectionate sigh, he adds:

""...after this I won't be able to simply go back to Armed Detective Agency, to the life you wanted me to live" Oda looks up, raising his eyebrows, but doesn't reply. "But I will keep my promise. I'll live. And when I do, know that I will devote the rest of my life to saving you.

Milly and Cici too"

That does get a reaction from him. Oda smiles, tired and still not regretting what he had done, but he accepts his death. Dazai raises the gun, aiming straight at Oda, but doesn't pull the trigger. They stare at each other. Oda doesn't feel how much time passes, Dazai does. He's trying to extend it for as long as possible, not only for Keith and Natalie's sakes, also for his own. Two, three minutes pass with them being content with just being there, just spending one last moment together, until the Sergeant loses his patience.

"Get done with this!"

He couldn't extend this any longer. Without further hesitation, Dazai pulls the trigger. Oda falls, somehow seeming peaceful despite his death. He simply sits on the ground and lets himself fall on his back. Smiling, knowing what he wants to do now, Dazai barely raises the gun before he finds himself immobilized, he tries to move, to do anything, but he can't. He's forced to be still while the Sergeant grabs him, throws him over his shoulder, and steps out, the executions completed successfully.