'When are you planning to tell me what the

hell

we are doing here? '

'All in due time, Chuuya. All in due time ~ '

By

here

, Chuuya means the dirt road their car is tottering and stumbling along, twelve hours after Dazai woke him up with wide, giddy eyes and told him that he needs to show Chuuya something

immediately.

Dumb, silly Chuuya, who thought Dazai meant something in, you know,

Yokohama

, and went along with it without thinking too much of it, and ended up in a jet plane taking them across the globe to

a tiny commune in

France

. Meursault or something.

And now here he is, sweating, cursing under his breath, and glaring at the, admittedly breath-taking, vast fields of green leafy vines and the hardcore sun high above in the cloudless sky, paying for the mistake of indulging Dazai in his random whims.

'That 's just it, ' he mutters, hands tightening around the steering wheel, 'we don 't