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It's already midnight. The gas lamps float along the ghost-like streets of Yokohama. The night is deadly silent as corpses of civilians, military police, and people from the opposing organizations who dared to oppose the Port Mafia are now lying lifelessly on the ground.

Yokohama became a battleground, a state of conflict destroying the city and its people all by the order of the brutish boss of the Port Mafia.

Hands cuffed behind your back, a horde of men in black suits surrounds your field of vision with their deadly and intimidating guns pointing mercilessly at your direction. You have been chased by these people last night and got into a severe fight that left your body exhausted and weak.

“Get the fuck off me, you assholes.” You grit your teeth. “Get away from me!” You move your body desperately struggling to free yourself from their tight grip.

A shaky breath came out of your mouth as you forcefully shut your eyes to activate your ability— Preludes & Nocturnes not until a cold and heavy object hit behind your head and you fell forward, dizziness washed over you. 

Everything becomes black.

You slowly open your eyes, blinking a couple of times as you observe your surroundings. The lights are dim and the place itself screams torture chamber as there are splatters of dried blood on every direction, mostly on the walls.

Memories of the previous encounter jolted you back to your senses. You attempt to move, but the iron cuffs were securely binding your hands preventing you from escaping. You don't want to get tortured, suffer, and die in a place like this. You jerk against the restraints, the tight cuffs rubbing the reddened skin raw.

Tugging the chains one more time, small cuts started to form on your wrists and you groan, hissing in pain.

You heard heavy footsteps approaching your direction and your body instantly froze with horror as you come face to face with the fearsome boss of the Port Mafia.

“I heard you're an ability user with a unique gift, brat.” His deep voice boomed resonating around the walls making you flinch.

“I'm flattered but it's not that unique.....”You carefully answer, swallowing down your saliva to calm your growing nerves.“...sir.” You immediately added.

His wide eyes are now filled with bloodlust as they bore into yours. “A mind controlling ability can be an asset to my organization. Starting tomorrow, you'll be working under my command. One single mistake and you'll be disposed. Do you understand, brat?”

You visibly choke. “I believe this is too sudden. I need some time to decide so please let me go now.... I want to go home..!”

“Decide?”He tilt his head to the side.“You think I got time for that? I'll order my subordinates to kill your family and then you'll be part of my organization—” The boss didn't finish his words as a tall man with chin-length black hair wearing a long white coat curtly interrupts him.

“I regret to say this but that's not how it should be, boss.” The man said with a calm expression on his face.

You quickly turn to him with hope but the words he said after almost made you cry in frustration.

“[Your name]-kun will be working with us, yes?” He smiles at you but it didn't reach his eyes.“You stand no choice but to work for the Mafia. I'm afraid you are already aware of the consequences.”

His words doesn't sound like a threat, but a promise.

A cold shiver ran down your spine and your eyes widen in horror. “You... You can't do that!”

The man made a face as if taking a pity on you. “You know we will. A mind controlling ability profits the entire organization such as connections with the black organ trade syndicate and underground markets.” He offers you a small smile. “Do you understand how important your ability is? To assure you, we pay well [Your name]-kun, so you can help your family living in the slum area of Suribachi.”

Silence filled the room as you stare at his face in defeat. “Let me ask you one more time. Will you join our organization, the Port Mafia [Your name]-kun?” He cock his head to the side waiting for your response.

It is given that working under the Mafia has its advantages and disadvantages. One of the advantages is the salary itself. They pay well as long as you obey the order of the boss and the executives. The drawbacks include the continual presence of violence and death, which you will inevitably become accustomed to but will desperately strive to stay out of especially as someone who grows in Suribachi.

Closing your eyes as though thinking of something important, you open them and made a firm solution. With a determined expression on your face, you replied, “I'll join the Mafia. Just promise me that you won't hurt my family.”

“Of course.” The man said with a triumphant smirk playing on his lips.

The boss glance at the man on his side before speaking and turns to his back. “Doctor Mori, you know what to do.”

Mori bows his head. “Yes, boss.” He took a step forward to face you properly. “Welcome to the Port Mafia, [Your name]-kun.”

As a member of the criminal organization Port Mafia, you inhale deeply, bracing yourself for the hardships that lie ahead of you.

True to his reputation as cruel and unforgiving, the boss only spared you a day to recover your strength and to familiarize all the rules and regulations of the organization.

It gets hard sometimes to concentrate while your body is demanding to rest and recover from the previous fight. After, he started to assign you into countless missions, one after another. You were handling smugglers who dares to steal and destroy the illegal goods of the organization, torturing and cutting down enemies using your ability to gather information. It was the last time you saw the boss as you were sent outside Yokohama for several months to handle a private mission.

When you came back you heard from your colleagues that he died from an illness and passed down his position to Doctor Mori, with a child around your age as the witness.

You stare at the boy standing meters away from you. He has a slim physique, baby fat evident on his face with piercing dark brown eyes. His mildly wavy short dark brown hair falls on his face with white bandages over his right eye. The boy is wearing a white dress shirt with a black tie and a black trench coat that reach under his knees.

Mori's eyes beam when he saw you outside the door. “Come in, [Your name]-kun.”

You step inside his office, eyes not leaving the boy. “You did a great job, considering it was a mission one after another.” He raise his index finger on the air as if to lift the awkward atmosphere and said in a cheerful tone. “But don't worry, I'll be giving you a plenty of time to rest.”

You didn't say anything so Mori stands from his seat and gesture his hand to the boy on his side. “This is Dazai-kun. He was there when I inherited the boss's seat. I expect you two to get along.”

The boy named Dazai walk towards you and tilt his head to the side, scanning you with his eyes. With a small grin on his face, he grab your hand for a handshake against your will. “My name is Dazai Osamu. It's a pleasure to meet you [Your name]-chan.”

The bandages wrapped around his neck and wrists draw your attention. You nod your head and gently pull your hand away from his tight grip.

“Nice to meet you as well, Dazai.”

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Walking into the long corridor of the Port Mafia headquarters which is located at the main top floor, your thoughts drifted back to what Mori said a few days ago. 

‘He was there when I inherited the boss's seat.’

Is he an orphan? An ability user? Why is he completely wrap with bandages all over his body like a mummy? Is he hiding something?

You can't help yourself but to get curious over the boy especially when you saw the chilling, piercing light that flashed on his eyes when he was shaking your hand. It gave you goosebumps. For some reason, Dazai reminds you a lot of Mori. Absorbed deep in your thoughts, you didn’t notice someone purposely walking towards your direction until you plop your butt down on the floor with a thud. You groan in pain and rub the area. Lifting your head, Dazai is now standing in front of you with a large smile on his face.

“Oh, my! [Your name]-chan, you must be careful! Gravity can be so cruel sometimes.” Dazai extend his hand for you to grasp. You accept and he pulls you back up. “I see you were busy daydreaming.” He chuckles.

It take you seconds to fully comprehend his words and your eye twitches in response. “Excuse you but I'm not daydreaming.”

“Is that so? My bad.” Dazai shrug his shoulders. His tone sounded off to you. He doesn't sound sincere at all. “By the way [Your name]-chan, I heard Mori-san gave you some day offs to rest or whatever the reason is. Is that true?”

“You were on that day with me inside the office when he said it. Why are you still asking?”

Instead of answering, Dazai grabs your wrist. “Today's weather is fantastic! Let's take a walk outside! You see, I really wanted to visit this place!” he said, pulling you along with him as he headed towards the door.

Taken aback by his sudden movement, you try to pull your wrist away but Dazai held tighter. “W-What the? Hey, let go of me!” At the end of the hallway, you spot Koyou talking to Hirotsu and you immediately panic.

Oh no.

Koyou stopped talking and raised her brow as she saw you and Dazai running at fullspeed. “Hey, kids. No running in the corridor.”

“I'm sorry, Koyou ane-san! Hey, Dazai, let me go!”

You're now standing in front of an arcade place. Surveying the area with your eyes, you count five people playing games, lost in their own little worlds. Dazai nudge your side and ushers you to buy some tokens for the game machine.

The lady on the counter handed you fifteen tokens and Dazai  quickly takes them before you can even reach out your hand to grab the tokens.

“Let's split these.”

“Of course we should. What are you expecting? I bought that with my money.”With a displeased look on your face, you fold your arms and  proceed to glare at him. “Listen here, Dazai. If you want to play some games, do it by yourself. Don't drag me into this.”

Dazai edge closer towards you with a playful smirk gracing on his features. “Let's kill some time, [Your name]-chan. It's good to spend your day doing something productive instead of daydreaming.”

“You call playing games productive? I already said a while ago that I wasn't daydreaming.” You deadpan.

Dazai dismissively wave a hand. “Whatever you say, you were definitely daydreaming.” He turn to his back and sits on an empty chair facing the game station. “No time to waste. Let's play now!”

You count the tokens on your palm. “Hey, why do I only have seven here? It should be eight considering you shamelessly used my money.”

Dazai sticks out his tongue, eyes fully concentrated on the screen in front of him. “Nonsense! I already chose a game character. Go sit and use the other station.”

You groan, stomping your feet heavily towards the other station. “I hate you.”

“Let's see. To make this game interesting, let's have a deal [Your name]-chan.” You raise a brow. Dazai continues with a confident smirk. “If I win, you'll do whatever I say for the whole week. And if you win which is most unlikely,” You made a sound of protest. “I'll be doing whatever you say for a week also. Fair, right?” He chirp.

You contemplate for a moment and nod your head. “Childish but fair enough. I know what I want you to do for the entire week. You will not disturb and show your face to me. Got it?”

Dazai wickedly grins. “Interesting! I still don't have an idea but I'll come up with one later.” He stroke his chin, deep in thought. “For now, I'll destroy you and make you bow down to your knees.”

“I swear to god, you are evil.” You made yourself comfortable on your seat, flexing your fingers. “I won't lose.”

“Right back at ya!” Dazai excitedly exclaims.

You slump your head beside the game controller with a frustrated sigh. It was an utter defeat. The two of you decided to play 7 times for good measure with the scores of 5:2. Dazai won five times and lady luck only stayed at your side for the first two games and the rest were failures. She probably got bored at you and left to cheer on Dazai instead.

Dazai moves his body and his head peek out from behind the monitor to look at you. “My, my. That was an interesting game.”

You raise your head and scowls at him. “You cheated.” You couldn't accept the result so you come up with a pathetic excuse instead.

“No way, [Your name]-chan~ You are simply way too easy to read.”He makes an emphasis. “I recommend you to stop giving me offense attacks and learn to at least defend yourself instead of throwing endless kicks and punches. They don't help at all, y'know.”

“So in other words,” you started to say but Dazai finished it for you. “Learn to think and come up with a better strategy next time instead of facing the enemy head-on.” He lets out a condescending smile. “Even a fourteen year old kid would figure out that much, right?”

You stand and angrily slam your hands earning startled and questioning looks from the people around you. “What did you say?”

Dazai put his hands up in a surrender manner. “Oh, my. Calm down, [Your name]-chan. Violence is not an option here. If I were you, I would start to brace myself for the upcoming tasks this week.” His eyes are glinting with mischief. “I won't accept any excuses, yes?”

Anger bubbled inside your chest. Clenching your fists on the side, you shout at the top of your lungs. “Curse you, DAZAI OSAMU!”

“Fufufufu~”

You wanted to stay in bed for the whole day— no, whole week. The thought of spending your entire day offs with that annoying Dazai filled your heart with absolute regret as to why you even accepted his offer in the first place. You were a hundred percent sure that you would win the game. The word defeat tasted bitter in your mouth and you'd rather choke on it instead of getting up to start your godforsaken day. Not a moment later, there's a loud knock on the door and you watch as the door flings open and Dazai made his way towards your bed with a shit-eating grin on his face.

“Good morning, mi chienne.”

You sit up, face contorted with irritation. Your morning is now officially ruined thanks to him. “What does that mean?”

Dazai blinks twice. “You don't know what good morning is? Not only you suck at battle strategies, you are also an—”

You cut him off before he say another word. “I meant the other word you said!”

He clap his hands together. “Ah, that one. You'll know soon. By the way, there's a lot of interesting books in my place, [Your name]-chan. I think you should fill that stupid head of yours with—”

You angrily throw your pillow at him. “Shut up, Dazai. It's still six in the morning and here you are sputtering nonsense.”

The pillow hit him straight on the face and it falls with a soft thud. “You're so mean.” Dazai whines, rubbing his face. “Go get me some fresh bandages. I heard they are on sale right now. I need to change them.” He gingerly touch the bandages wrapped around his neck and walks out of the room with a smug look. He stop on his track and twist his body to face you. “Oh, I forgot to tell you.”

“What?”

“Please use your own money.”

A vein visibly bulges on your forehead. “You... You stupid asshole!”

Dazai — 1
[Your name] — 0

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By the time you arrive back at the headquarters, it's almost 10 in the morning. You kick the door open and found Dazai sprawling on the floor. His eyes close, arms lazily spread out on the side. You briskly walk towards him and drop the bags full of bandages on the floor. “I waited in line for those damn bandages since the place was packed with people.”

Dazai open his eyes and sits up to examine the bags. “Woah! These supplies will last for a month! Great job, [Your name]-chan.” He give you a thumbs up.

You roll your eyes and made move to leave his bossy ass alone but Dazai seize your wrist stopping you from your tracks. “Wait, [Your name]-chan. I'm afraid we're still not done yet.”

“What?!” You incredulously turn towards him and he tug your wrist forcing you to crouch down beside him.

“Change my bandages.”

You raise a brow, not sure what to do. His bandages? A defeated sigh escapes your lips and you sit on the floor facing him. Dazai offers his right hand first and you start to unravel the dirty bandages off his skin.

Oh, I see.

They are full of scars and some newly fresh wounds. Your face shows indifference as you feel Dazai's gaze burning holes at your peripheral vision, waiting for a mere reaction. The room is quiet. So quiet that the only sound you hear is the ticking of the clock. No one said anything for the past few minutes. Changing the bandages both on his arms and neck took quite a long time to finish. You wonder if you're also going to change the bandages over his right eye but Dazai didn't say anything so you put the supplies back on the bags.

Dazai examine his arms. Satisfied with the result, he leans close to your face. “I'll see you at five. We're going somewhere.”

You put your hands on his face, distancing yourself away from him. He groans and you immediately take your hand back to the side.“Can we at least have an agreement to only one task per day?”

“I make the rules, [Your name]-chan so you better obey my words without questions.”

You feel a headache coming. “You're the worst.”

Dazai hums. “and I enjoy it a lot.”

Dazai — 2
[Your name] — 0

“Where are we going Dazai?” You ask. Impatience growing inside you for the last thirty minutes. You've been walking for almost an hour already. “How far is this place?”No response. You grumble in frustration. “For fuck's sake, Dazai.” He suddenly stop walking and you bump on his back. “Ugh! What the hell?”

Dazai whip his body to face you and spread his arms on the air. With a loud voice, he singsongs. “Tadaaaa!”He look like a complete idiot with his chin up and a smug look on his moron face.

You give Dazai an unimpressed look. “We're in the middle of nowhere, Dazai Osamu. We're surrounded by trees and I wouldn't be surprised if there are some yokai lurking around. It's already six at night in case you didn't know.”

Dazai roll his eyes. “Duh, I know that. This is our secret base, [Your name]-chan. Only you and I are allowed to be here.” He excitedly gestures around the place.

You warily scan the area. You are definitely in the middle of the forest and in front of you looked somewhat like trees that were cut down in an ideal chair sized. Dazai sits on one of them and cross his legs. He pat the wood beside him. “Sit here, [Your name]-chan.”

You shake your head. “I'm fine. I'll just be standing here.”

“You're planning to spend the whole night standing? Good luck with that.

Your eyes widen. “WE'RE SPENDING THE NIGHT HERE?”

Dazai enthusiastically bob his head. “I told you to pack some essentials right? Did you bring them?”

You scratch your head and avert your gaze. “Oh. Uh... about that...”

His eyes narrow. “You didn't bring them?”

On your defense two hours ago when Dazai told you to bring some necessary goods such as blankets, cup noodles and bottles of water, you brush them off thinking that if he'll realize that  you didn't bring any, you two would just go back to the headquarters. You didn't expect that you'll be camping in the middle of nowhere!

Dazai sighs. “You're a complete idiot, [Your name]-chan.”

You angrily huffs and fold your arms across your chest. “You didn't tell me that we'll go camping. I would've taken your word seriously.”

Dazai couldn't take it so he stand and glares at you with contempt. “A servant like you should obey his master without questions, you undisciplined brat.”

“Screw you Dazai. I'm not your servant.” You snarl.

The two of you exchange a heated glare towards each other for a minute. Dazai broke the eye contact first and outwardly shrugs. “Whatever. It's getting cold, let's build a fire to warm ourselves.”

Fuck. We're so screwed.

It's freezing and you're starving. You can feel your teeth chattering and vapors coming out from your mouth every time you breathe. You turn to Dazai. He's staring on an empty space. When he look at your direction, your gaze meets and both of you let out an annoyed sigh.

“I could hear your teeth chattering over here, [Your name]-chan.”

“This wouldn't have happened to us if you didn't bring our asses here, Dazai.”

“And we'll probably be sleeping comfortably, stomach full and tucked warmly inside our blankets if you just listened to me.” Dazai counters.

Your stomach growls from hunger. “I'm starving.... and it's cold.”Dazai scoots beside you. When his black coat covers both of your trembling forms and his body is crushed against your side, his body heat keeps you warm and comfortable.

“Don't get too comfortable, [Your name]-chan.” Dazai teased you.

“Shut up, Dazai.” You mumble.

“It's okay to move closer, y'know.” You glare at his form. Dazai wiggles his body closer to you and you let out a loud sigh. Swallowing your pride, you begrudgingly snuggle against his side.

Dazai chuckles. “Oh, my. How intimate.”

“For the second time, shut up. You're not helping. It's cold, it's fucking cold. For fuck's sake.”

“Woah. Sailor’s mouth you got there.” He remarks. “Hey, look.”

“What?” You hiss. Dazai points above. When you raise your head, thousands of glittering stars greeted your sight. Your mouth drops open. “Oh, wow.”The astronomical view took your breath away. The scene looks magical as sea of stars covers the entire night sky. Both of you sits in comfortable silence until you heard Dazai's stomach growls from hunger.

You stifle a laughter to come out. He poke your cheek and scowls. “This is all your fault. You better start reflecting your actions.”

You sigh, dejected.

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Mori called you and Dazai at his office the following morning. Dazai looks at you with curiosity as you attempt to gather your thoughts. You let out a gentle exhale, knock, and open the twin doors. Koyou is seated elegantly on the crimson couch across the room, enjoying a drink of red wine. She paused to look in your direction, a playful smile spreading across her face.

You stand straight, hands tightly clasp behind your back. “You called us, boss?”Dazai yawns out loud beside you.

Mori tilt his head to the side in confusion. “This is not a mission. I'll just be simply asking your whereabouts. You two were missing last night. Where have you been?”

“Oh. About that, umm, we..” You flick a look at Dazai, asking him to help you out. He rub his eyes, nonchalant at Mori's growing suspicions. “We, uh, went to the um.. forest to spend the night.” 

For fuck's sake, this is so embarrassing. Koyou ane-san is here as well...

Mori blinks twice unsure of what he just heard. “You two spend the night on a forest?”

Closing your eyes from embarrassment, you nod your head. “Yes...”

Mori ask in a serious tone. “Let me ask you something, [Your name]-kun.”

You sputtered, face red. “Boss, it's nothing like that! We just had an unplanned camping and you see, Dazai—”

Dazai snicker when he sees your reaction. “Mori-san,” He cuts in. “We had a deal for a week that she'll be under my command. It was my plan to spend the night there.”

Mori turns to you to confirm what Dazai has said. You eagerly nod your head. Dazai resumes. “Nothing more. Besides,” He glance sideways and suggestively smirks. “[Your name]-chan and I are too young to be involve in such romantic acts. Maybe if we'll be at least eighteen then—”

You drop-kick Dazai from the side nearly breaking him in two sending him flying to the ground.“Shut up! You're not helping at all! What are you even saying?!”

“It's the truth... How violent. You know how much I hate pain.”

“Be glad I didn't wring that bandage neck of yours!”

“Yeah, do that. Strangle me with that delicate fingers of yours. I'd be more happy to welcome death that way.”

“You creepy bastard—”

With an amuse smile on his face, Mori looks back and forth between you and Dazai taking note of your dirty appearance, dark bags under your eyes, and unkempt hair.

Koyou interrupts. “Listen here, [Your name].”

You stop shouting at Dazai and hesitantly follow the owner of the voice. “I understand that Ougai-dono gave you a week to rest but to slack off without a word? You know the policy of the organization.”

You drop your head to apologize. “I'm sorry Koyou ane-san. I promise this won't happen again.”

She sighs. “Ougai-dono?”

Mori hums. “I, myself know that kids love to play games like my Elise-chan, but I agree that they went overboard this time.”

You and Dazai said in unison. “We're not playing games! This bastard/snotface started it!” You point at each other.

You scowl at Dazai. “I started it? You bandage ass, you drag me into this!”

Dazai fold his arms and raise a brow. “If you just listened to me, things wouldn't end up like this. You even woke up late.”

“Huh?! Do you think I'll do whatever you'll say to me, assface?”

“Shut your mouth and do your work properly as a slave, snotface.”

“What the? Who are you calling snotface?”

“For once, use that small brain of yours, [Your name]-chan. Check the mirror and you'll see.”

“You motherfucker—”

Mori clears his throat. “Be quiet, the two of you. [Your name]-kun language.” He chides.

Dazai added. “She's got a sailor mouth. Pretty bold for a fourteen year old undisciplined brat.”

You glare at him and turned to Mori instead to calm your nerves. “This bastard— I mean Dazai and I won't do this again. We'll reflect on our actions.”

Mori nod his head, satisfied. “Good. I'm glad you understand, [Your name]-kun. Both of you are now dismiss. Koyou-kun, please stay for a while.”

You bow your head and hurriedly walk out of the office. Dazai closely follows you behind. When the twin doors close in a loud thud, you snarl at Dazai. “Bitch, let's call off our deal. I'm done with you.”

Dazai cock his head to the side, eyes dark and curious. “Calm down, it's only the second day. Let's not do something like that again. Come, come. We have an errand to do.”

“I mean it, Dazai. I'm not doing this anymore.”

Dazai sighs as if you're being difficult. “You're an incompetent person, a complete idiot with a sailor's mouth and a stupid brat. You're calling off our deal? Aren't you embarrassed?”

“You are a manipulative piece of shit, a suicide enthusiast and an ass. Aren't you embarrassed as well?” You challenge him. 

Dazai silently stares back at you for a moment until eventually his lips curl into a sly grin. “I would be even more embarrassed if I promised to do something and then breaks it off just because I'm annoyed of the situation. Tell me, where's your sense of responsibility?”

You couldn't believe your ears. No words came out of your mouth. 

“Cat got your tongue? I'm at least waiting for a reasonable response you got there, [Your name]-chan.” Dazai said in a mocking tone.

The glare that you sent to him is cold and murderous. “Bring all that fucking tasks to me, I'll destroy them and you'll be the next. Mark my words.”

“Yayy! That's the spirit!”Dazai cheers much to your anger.

Fuck Dazai Osamu. He's a manipulative piece of wrapped bandage shit.

Dazai — 3

[Your name] — 0

Dazai takes you to the harbor of Yokohama. The two of you decided to spend the day sitting, feet dangling on the edge, silently watching the waves of water below. He breaks the comfortable atmosphere by singing a song about suicide but immediately stops when you glared daggers at him.

Shrugging gleefully, he started. “I've always wanted to ask this, [Your name]-chan.”

You huff. “What?”

Dazai continues. “Why did you join the Port Mafia?”

“Oh.” You avert your gaze and said in a small voice. “I was threatened to join the organization. They're after my ability.”

“With that kind of reasoning, it must be really convenient and powerful that the Mafia itself is hunting after you. What ability is that?”

“My ability is called Preludes & Nocturnes. It's a mind controlling ability.” You sigh.

Just by talking about your ability sets you off as you hated it so much. Changing the subject, you throw the question back. “How about you?”

Dazai has a lopsided grin on his face. “It's called No Longer Human. I can nullify abilities.”

You blink. “That's cool. I've never heard of one. That ability of yours could easily thwart the entire system of abilities.”

Dazai winks. “Right?”

“That's pretty amazing, actually.” You glance meaningfully at him. He may be annoying but a nullifying ability is even more convenient more than any other abilities. No wonder the boss recruited him to the organization. It's a huge asset. Any powerful ability user would be rendered useless against Dazai. It's a win-to-win of the Mafia.

Dazai place a hand on his cheek, giggling. “I know right? Praise me more [Your name]-chan, I like it.”

You suppress a gag to come out. Still, it doesn't change the fact that this boy is creepy, sadistic and annoying as hell.

“Ugh, forget it. I didn't say anything.”

Dazai whines, lips pouting childishly. “Whaaat? No way! Praise me more! Come on~!!”

“Stop it! You creep.”

Sitting on the edge for hours as the scorching midday sun made you sweaty and uncomfortable. The radiant afternoon heat pierce the hot blue skies. You squint your eyes to read the small numbers on your wrist watch. It's already 12:30.

Dazai stands and stretch his limbs. “It's lunchtime already. Treat me some good food to fill my hungry stomach, [Your name]-chan.”

“Shameless bastard. I don't have money.”

“I wonder about that.” Dazai wave a shiny black wallet in front of your face. “I swipe it from you awhile ago while you were busy talking. I check them, you've got some thousands of yen here.”Grabbing the wallet off on his hand, he holds it out of your reach.

“You thief! How dare you! Give it to me!”

“No way~” Dazai sing-songs. “Oh, wait. I'll give it to you.” His sudden change of decision made you sigh in relief. “Call me master first and I'll hand it back to you.”

You froze. “W-What?! Are you crazy?! You want me to treat you for lunch and now, you're asking me to call you that? Are you out of your mind?”

He shakes his head and exaggeratedly shrugs. “Tick tock says the clock. I'm waiting. If you won't, and to make things fair between us, I'll throw this off and we'll starve to death.”

“I'm not calling you that. Give that to me.”

Dazai hums. “Try again [Your name]-chan.”

Desperation is tight in your chest. Swallowing a mouthful of air, you close your eyes.  Dazai tilts his head to the side, curious. A black and violet light surrounds your body and when you open them, red glowing eyes meet his. You look straight at his dark brown eyes.

Nothing happened. 

Fuck.

“Your ability is not going to work on me, [Your name]-chan.”

“It was worth to try, assface.”Reddish black blood falls down from your left eye. Dazai steps forward and lightly touches your arm. Your ability deactivates and you fall on your knees with a hand covering your eye. Blood continuously dripping even if you pressed them tightly.

Dazai lets out a sigh and tilt your chin upwards examining your face. “I see. You're still having a hard time controlling your ability.” Warm delicate fingers takes your hand away from your bleeding eye and he wipes the blood gently with his fingers.

His face is close and you involuntarily flinch. “Too close....”

Dazai quietly laughs. “What did I say a while ago? Learn better strategies before you face the enemy head-on. You're so reckless, [Your name]-chan.”

Your cheeks suddenly feels warm.

Maybe it's the piercing heat of the sun.

Maybe it's because of his soft breath fanning on your face. It's making you warm and lightheaded.

How weird.

You mumble. “Kindly give me my wallet back.....master.”

Dazai's fingers stop caressing your face. His mouth lightly drop open in surprise.

You peer to see the expression on his face. He chuckles and shake his head. “Good pet. Now let's go. I'm starving.”

“Shut up, you piece of shit. I'm not your pet.”

“Piece of shit? Hey, you just called me master seconds ago!”

Chapter Text

Time has passed between you and Dazai and the sun has set long ago covering the entire Yokohama with city lights. The Grand Cosmo Clock ferriswheel displays colorful 19:28 on its screen. Half of the day was spend playing games on the arcade, visiting cafe and restaurants, browsing books in an old bookstore, and checking the secret base in case an intruder trespass the area. (It was Dazai's idea)

You stifle a yawn to come out of your mouth. It was a long unproductive day especially with Dazai around. He cheerily skips beside you and seems to be in a good mood after spending your money on food and game tokens. He relentlessly wasted your salary by ordering lots of food on restaurants, coffee and desserts on cafes, and tokens for his arcade games.

You halt and glare at his cheerful bouncing form.

“What?”

Your nose scrunch in disgust. “You smell, Dazai. When was the last time you change your bandages? Did you even take a bath?”

Dazai started sniffing himself. “Is it that bad?”

You aggressively nods. He raise his index finger on the air. “If that's the case! Let's go and take a hot shower! I know a public bath somewhere around here.” Dazai starts to look around and you immediately stop him.

“No way. I'd rather do it on my place.”

“Hmmm, is that so?" Dazai went silent for a second and says, "then let me take a shower on your place!”

You start counting on your head to distract you from the growing urge to wring his neck. “What the hell is your problem? This is getting out of hand.”

Dazai disappointedly sighs. “Are you disobeying your master, [Your name]-chan?”

“What the fuck. That's not fair! You can do whatever you want with me tomorrow but for god's sake. Let me rest for a night without seeing your annoying ass. I've had enough of you already.”

“How rude! I am a good companion that is considerate to your feelings! Also, to begin with, life is never fair. Come, come. Let's go back to the headquarters. I'm taking a bath.”

“Considerate?! Which part?!” You angrily stomp your foot. Steps heavy and scornful. “I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.”

Dazai snickers. “Yeah, yeah. I dare you to chant those words all the way to the headquarters. I'll praise you afterwards.”

You mumble under your breath. “Motherfucker. Cruel piece of trash. Shitty annoying ass bastard. Dazai, you merciless bitch.”

Dazai's eyes widened in shock and he slowly turns to face you. “What the hell? Where did you learn to curse in such manner?”

“It's a talent that only shows itself whenever you're around.”

“What an honor!”

“Argh!”

Dazai — 4
[Your name] — still 0

Dazai halfheartedly allows you to take a bath first. Changing into your pajama, you softly comb your wet hair while facing the mirror. The reflection on the other side shares the same face as yours but her eyes are glowing red with blackish blood pouring down on her face. Its mouth moved forming words that you didn't bother to pay attention to. Shaking your head, you avert your gaze and turn to Dazai instead who is busy wrapping bandages on his arms. 

You walk towards him and sits on the other side of the bed. “Need some help?”

Dazai shakes his head. “I can handle them just fine. By the way, [Your name]-chan, I'm sleeping here tonight, okay?”

“No fucking way. Get out this instant.” Dazai whines and slump backward on your bed. He started to roll around. His bandages left unattended.

“Why are you so harsh to me? I'm being so nice to you and you're just going to treat me like this?” Dazai pout his lips. 

You roll your eyes. “Your definition of nice is scaring me. Why are you such a pain in the ass?”

“I want to stay here for the night. Let me stay.”

“No. Get the fuck out. Now.”

“Nooooo. Please?”

“No, Dazai. Get out of my room.”

Dazai place a hand on his chin. “Ah! Let's talk about ghosts! Scary, right? Did you know that ghosts are real? There was once a story that—”

You cut in. “Distracting me won't help. Get. Out.”

Dazai sits up and whine, flailing his arms. “Please? I'll be really good. I won't annoy you.”

“No. No. No. No. You heard it right, assface. NO. No means NO.”

An idea pop on his head. “What if I'll make it to five days of blissful suffering instead of a whole week? You like that?”

“Blissful?” You question him. Dazai ignores you and continue talking. “Since it is only the second day of your role as my servant, you'll only have three. Tempting right?”

Your ears perk up but your expression remains neutral. “You're not fooling anyone here.”

Dazai huffs. “I never lie when it comes to making deals.”

You squint your eyes in suspicion. Dazai grins. After a minute of silence, you give in. “Fine, deal. Only three more days then.”

“Yayyyy! Sleepover!” Dazai squeals from excitement.

You let out a defeated sigh. “This is going to be a long night.”

He winks. “I wonder about that.”

Unfortunately, Dazai force you to listen on his rambling about suicide for two hours. He talks about various way to take his own life and how he wants it to be painless since he hates suffering. Currently, he's searching on that limited edition of a book titled The Complete Guide to Suicide but no luck, they're all sold out. The moment you saw his delighted expression, you swallow your concern and questions. His voice sound excited and dramatic but his uncovered left eye fails to cover the facade that he's trying to conceal. When Dazai started to share about his passion on suicide, there's a line drawn between you two that clearly says; he doesn't want to be saved and he wants you to respect his decision.

Nobody could ever understand Dazai. Even if he appears to be close by, he was millions of light years away.

A wave of hand in front of your face startled your thoughts. “[Your name]-chan? Yohoo~ Are you still listening?”

“Uh, yes.”

Dazai squint his eyes for a second and lets out a chuckle. “I like this side of you.”

Furrowing your brows with the sudden confession, you tilt your head to the side in confusion. “Why?”

With a small smile on his face, he simply replied. “Because you don't ask questions.”

“Aaaaah, it's already late. Let's sleep now!”

“You started talking since 10 and it's already midnight. In other words, you've been yapping for the whole two hours, Dazai.”

“Huh? No way. You've been interrupting me nonstop.”

You glare at him. “No, I didn't. Stop making up things.”

“I'm not! You even ask who the author is, of the book I mentioned a while ago!”

“What the hell? I didn't ask anything! As much as it irritates me, I let you talk for hours without opening my goddamn mouth.”

“Huuuh? Then....” You both said in unison. The lights suddenly went out and you scream at the top of your lungs, leaping towards Dazai to hide your face. Taken aback of your sudden weight, he slips off the mattress and both of you awkwardly stumble out of the bed with a loud grunt.

“Ouch.... that hurts.”

You close your eyes, holding his shirt tightly, crumpling the fabric. “Quiet. Don't speak a word. The ghosts will find us!”

“Huh? Ghosts? Are you serious?”

Footsteps can be heard approaching to your room and someone open the door. A bright light which must be a flashlight is pointed at your direction. Dazai squints at it in displeasure. 

“What's wrong? We heard a scream— huh?” It's the voice of Koyou.

Elise peek her head on the door and when she saw you and Dazai on the floor, she giggles.

You swiftly jump out of Dazai's chest and stands stiffly. “Koyou ane-san! Elise-chan!”

Koyou didn't say anything for a moment. She breaks the awkward silence with a clear of her throat. “I don't have the slightest idea why you two kids are still playing in the middle of the night but keep it down. There's a power interruption and it'll be back minutes from now.”

Dazai slowly stands, walk to your bed and tuck himself on a blanket. “Yes, ane-san.”

Koyou hold Elise's hand and step out of the room, closing the door.

You sigh and lays on the bed facing his side. “I'm sorry for suddenly jumping into you.”

“It's okay.”

“Okay, then... Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, [Your name]-chan.”

The warm sunlight peeks through the windows painting the floor white. A loud voice whispers on your ear. “GOOD MORNING!”

You jump, jolting awake. You immediately sit up, collide with Dazai's forehead and falls back on the bed with a painful groan. Dazai hiss in pain rubbing his forehead. “Argh! That hurts [Your name]-chan. You've been hurting me since last night! I'll tell you now. A good morning kiss would be really nice and I'll welcome it anytime but maybe a heads up, yeah?”

Rage flows through your body like a lava threatening to burst any seconds from now. “WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM!”

Dazai jumps away from you bouncing on his way out of the mattress. “Geez. You're so loud.” He slap his hands together. “By the way, guess what day is it today?”

You scramble to sit up again and yank his collar close. With a snarl, you said in a thinly dangerous voice. “I NEARLY HAD A HEART ATTACK AND IT'S ONLY SIX IN THE GODDAMN MORNING YOU INSENSITIVE PIECE OF—”

Dazai place a hand over your mouth to muffle your curses. “I get it so stop shouting, [Your name]-chan. What I'm trying to say is that, it's my birthday.”

You froze. He let go and stares at your bleary eyes. “I don't really care about this particular event of the year cause it only prolongs my agony to live in this unwanted life of mine but today is different. I've got a servant—” You glare daggers at him. Dazai immediately corrects himself. “I mean a person to accompany me throughout the day. It doesn't change that much but at the very least, right?”

The first spike of heat in your stomach is shame, but you refuse to let it take hold. You only manage the words. “My bad.”

Dazai purse his lips. “It's my fault for scaring you. Change into something decent. Let's spend the day roaming around this unchanging city of Yokohama.”

The two of you stays inside the Royal Cafe Yokohama. They offer decent varieties of foods and the cozy atmosphere hang suspended on the air. Since it is still early in the morning, there are no one around except you and Dazai. Flipping through the menu book, Dazai pinch your wrist to gain your attention and you respond by raising a brow.

“Listen, [Your name]-chan. I'll probably be busy for days or weeks from now. The weapons smugglers are two weeks behind schedule and Mori-san is getting really impatient. Let's temporarily hold off our deal.”

“Behind schedule? I also heard that with the escalating violence, we're losing contracts for our protection business of the organization.”

Dazai agree with a nod of his head. “It's tiresome to deal with these idiots and currently, the Mafia has three enemy organizations.”

The waitress place two glass of water on your table. You said in a low voice. “One is Takasekai, GSS and a complementary army comprised entirely of juveniles, the Sheep—”

“Ma'am, sir? Would you like to order now?” The waitress slightly bow her head and smile.

Startled with the sudden voice coming from your left, you accidentally kick Dazai's foot under the table. He hiss and kick yours back with the same amount of strength.

“Ouch! What the—” You snap your eyes to his direction and he only give you a blank look.

“Umm...?” She looks at you and Dazai unsure of what to do. 

“Oh, uhh.” With the menu book discarded on the side, you hastily pick it up and flip through the pages. “Um, this one. I'll order one matcha cake and strawberry cream shake please.”

Scribbling your order on her memo, she turns to Dazai. “How about you, sir?”

Dazai beams. “One matcha cake and vienna coffee.” She nod her head and walks away to pass your orders on the counter.

You sigh in relief and stare at Dazai with reproach. “You're such a shit. It hurts like hell.” You reach down the table to rub your limping foot.

Dazai resumes the subject. “We caught some members of the Sheep. Those idiots, they were stealing some liquor.”

“What the hell? What did the boss said? Are we going to kill them?”

“I don't think so. Let's use them as a bait for the—”

Your phone starts to vibrate cutting Dazai's words. You reach down to your pocket and see Mori's name on the screen. Clicking the answer button, you answer in a firm voice. “Boss? It's [Your name].”

Dazai sighs and place some bills on the table. He stands to wait on your side. 

“Oh, it's fine. Okay, we'll be there.” You hang up and turn to him. “He wants to see you. Unfortunately, there's another mission for me and it's not related to any of these organizations.”

Dazai hums. “Let's go.”

Waiting for the go signal to cross the street, Dazai place his hands into his pocket and mutters. “It'll be so boring again.”

You glance at him. “What do you mean?”

He sighs. “I would be so busy and  will not play with you probably for weeks. You're my plaything, [Your name]-chan.”

“Plaything?”

“Yup. It's still boring with you around but I can manage. Dealing with businesses is even more boring.”

“Oh.” You feel your stomach drop for no apparent reason. Suddenly, a sharp and unwelcomed deep feeling is now bubbling inside your chest.

“Let's go.” Dazai said as he cross the street leaving you behind. 

Baffled with the sudden emotions, you hesitantly place a hand on your aching throbbing chest.

What the actual fuck? What is this feeling?

“[Your name]-chan?” Dazai calls.

Shaking your head, you cross the street and walks beside him. 

Chapter Text

As you two head towards Mori's office, you suddenly feel uncomfortable for no reason. Dazai squeeze into the elevator heading for the top floor of the building. He glance at you. Your shoulders slump and eyes vacantly fixed on the floor. Looking out from the glass elevator, the entire city of Yokohama is within view. Skyscrapers taller than oneself sink until they become nothing before his eyes. The elevator continues to ascend. 

“[Your name]-chan.”

You lightly jump, startled for the second time this morning. “Yeah?”

Dazai tilt his head to the side, scanning you with his eyes. “Is something bothering you?”

“Uh, no? Why?”

“Why are you standing two meters away from me?”

Indeed, you are pressing yourself against the wall on the other side. “Um, social distancing?”

“What are you talking about?” Dazai stretch his hand and drag you to his side.

The elevator opens. Walking out, the wide corridors are lined with carpets that can muffle the sound of footsteps and walls sturdy enough to withstand rocket propelled grenades. Cove lights illuminate the entire corridor, immersing it in a soft, pure whiteness.

Dazai let go of your coat and tuck his hands back into his pockets. Two armed men guard the twin doors outside Mori's office; they lowered their guns when they recognized you and Dazai.

You push the doors open. “Boss? It's us.”

Mori surveys the surrounding before he moves behind the desk in the center of the office and presses a button. Glass windows displaying a endless view of Yokohoma is hidden instantly, turning into a grey wall. The interior of the room darkens considerably and the lamp on the mahogany table illuminates his face.

“I see, you two are really inseparable. I figured I should call [Your name]-kun aside from her individual mission, to also deliver my message to you Dazai-kun. You were not in your room last night, are you staying on hers?” Mori smiles, staring intently at Dazai. 

Dazai reply with a quick nod of his head. Mori chuckles. “Koyou-kun told me about it. Is there something going on between the two of you, I wonder?”

You cut in immediately before Dazai can respond to his accusation. “That's not it, boss. We were just about to have our breakfast. There's nothing going on around here.” You say in a tight voice. “Please don't misunderstand us.”

Dazai glance at you. Mori cocks his head to the side and ask in a worried voice. “Is something matter, [Your name]-kun? You look unwell.”

“No, I'm fine, boss.”

“Hmm, well, then. Here it is.” Mori place a folder on the top with a red mark written CONFIDENTIAL. You briskly walk towards his desk and take the file with your cold, sweaty hand. “[Your name]-kun, you are going to deal with an underground organization that stole one of our important documents. I want you to retrieve them as soon as possible. The strengths and weaknesses of our abilities were indicated on that piece of paper and I ask you not to open them, understood?”

“Yes boss.”

“Also, [Your name]-kun. You know what to do.” Mori said with an evil smile on his face. “Eliminate them.”

“Of course. So, um, this file...” You wave it in emphasis. “I'll read it on my way out. Am I still needed here?”

Mori shake his head. “You're done for today. Go and eat your breakfast. I'm afraid you'll be eating alone since I have some business with Dazai-kun here.”

“I don't mind.”

He nods. “Good luck on the mission. I look forward on good news.”

You bow and turn towards the door without looking back. “Of course, boss. I won't disappoint you.”

You solemnly open the door to your room. Your lower lip quivers and you immediately burst into tears. You're not feeling well, and you really tried hard not to cry in front of Dazai and Mori. You have no idea how you're feeling. It's ugly, heavy and something inexplicable. You fall onto your bed with the file discarded to the side, tears streaming down your cheeks.

I don't understand.

Why am I crying? Why am I suddenly feeling this way? Is it because I haven't eaten my breakfast yet? Oh, right... the last time I ate breakfast late was when I'm out to manipulate some vendors on the street using my ability to feed my family. It was the last time... until I was taken by the Port Mafia. Yeah, it must be that. It must be because of food. Food is essential.

A soft knock jolt you by surprise. Scrambling, you roll on the bed and wipe your face with your sleeve. Taking a long deep breath, you open the door with a smile that you could muster. Dazai stands outside your room. Your smile drop upon seeing his face. You don't want to see anyone right now.

“Dazai? What is it?”

Dazai made move to enter your room but you swiftly sidestep to block the entrance. “I'm out for a mission. What do you want?”

“I'll ask first. Your eyes are puffy and there's a visible snot on your sleeve.” Dazai observes. “What happened?”

You roll your eyes, sarcasm evident on your voice. “Oh, I'm just too happy to finally get back on action. I miss doing missions. So, what are you doing here?”

Dazai shrugs. “Nothing. I just want to see you before you go.”

“Great. Now you've seen me. Well, let me pack my things in peace, okay?” You're about to close the door but he move his foot to prevent the door from closing. You silently groan.

In a quiet voice, Dazai said, "I'll be having my first mission from the mafia three days from now."

“Really? Congratulations!” You halfheartedly congratulates him. “Listen, I'm going to be busy now, okay? So, please.. leave me alone.” Dazai's mouth move but no words came out. You shake your head and close the door.

There are only two things that you want to do right now: to get out from this place and finish the mission as soon as possible.

You have been tasked with retrieving a crucial document belonging to one of the Yokohama underground organizations, as Mori previously stated. The headquarters of this small organization is located on the fourth floor. Without any back up in case things would go wrong, it took you an entire day to create a strategy all by yourself in order for your plan to be clean and successful. Apparently, they've been stealing goods from the Port Mafia for months and also one of the main reasons why the weapons smugglers were behind schedule for the last two weeks. Their boss holds a document— it's the detailed list of abilities from the members of the Mafia. Mori instructed you not to read the content of the document so you opted to focus your attention on the new information that you've discovered from this shitty organization. There are two ability users, all suited for combat which is troublesome, and since they're loaded with weapons, it'll be a dangerous move to carry out the plan without thinking of the possible outcomes. 

Your ability— Preludes & Nocturnes is a mind controlling ability that allows you to control their minds as long as you'll make a direct eye contact with the enemy. Like any other ability, it still has its disadvantages; you can't fully control it and there's a certain time limit. Exhaling softly, you sneak into one of the empty rooms beside the living room. It's a perfect opportunity to attack since they are all gathered in one place. They're currently having a meeting with their boss, who is standing on the front, discussing. You heard words that made your throat parched dry: Vita Sexualis, Golden Demon, No Longer Human, Preludes & Nocturnes.

These bastards are talking about the Port Mafia's abilities!

Gritting your teeth in anger, you close your eyes imagining the grotesque person you saw on the mirror. Black and violet light surrounds your body and when you slowly open them, they are now glowing red narrowed in slits. You manage to silently tackle one member on the ground who just went out of the toilet. Covering his mouth with a hand, you stare into his wide eyes.

He staggers to stand and return back to the room, eyes completely in dazed. One of his colleagues sitting on the couch furrow his brows. “Hey, what's wrong? We thought you drowned yourself there.”

Without warning, he pulled a machine gun on and started to shoot everyone inside the room. Before they can even react, their bodies falls to the ground with a loud thud. A huge man with tattoos all over his neck appears on his back and snap his neck, ceasing the fire. You silently count. Twenty more people. 

“What the fuck was that?!” Someone shouts. “That motherfucker! He started shooting everyone!!”

Looking around the place, a trashcan on the side caught your vision. Swiftly, you kick it with your left foot and the metal made a loud noise as it rolls down on the floor.

Five armed men dash towards your direction. “What?! A kid—” They pointed their gun and stop on their tracks when they saw your eyes. In a daze, they look at each other and went back to the room. 

“What is it?” 

These five men pulled the triggers and shoot their comrades without mercy. There's a deafening silence. Corpses of their colleagues lifelessly lying on the ground and there's blood pooling everywhere. They point their guns to each other's heads and shoots. Splatters of blood on the floor and walls painted the room red, mix with gooey lumps.

Rubbing your eyes, you step into the room to count the corpses but a strong hand strangle you from behind lifting you off the ground.

It's the boss!

You kick your legs on the air, desperately clawing the hands that are tightly clasp on your neck. Your vision flashing white. 

The boss growls. “Little sneaky bitch. How dare you! You fuckers from the Mafia should just die!”

Gasping for air, your vision started to become blurry. He violently slam your body on the hard concrete and you scream in pain.

“The mind controlling ability user, huh? Thanks to you, my subordinates are now dead! I'm not going to forgive you, you little fucker! I'll kill you! I'll kill you!” He tighten his grip on your neck and his other hand cover your eyes. “Imma gouge these fucking eyes out”

No no no no no no no I'm going to die I'm going to die—

Hush. 

Huh?

Leave this to me.

Wake up.

You open your eyes and make out a face on the other side of the blur, but your eyes wouldn't focus.

“Who... are you?” You ask, voice hoarse.

I would really appreciate it, [Your name] if you'll stop denying my existence.

I see... It's my ability Preludes & Nocturnes....

The figure vanish blinding the room with the colors of black and violet light.

It's over. Slowly, you force your battered body to sit up. You place a careful hand on your mottled throat, coughing violently. Your body trembling furiously from the aftershock of being strangled and tossed around.

“Urgh...” You wheeze and spat,  giving the boss's grotesque body on your side a vicious look. “You violent.. motherfucker... serves you right.” A sharp pain covers your entire vision into red.

“Fuck...” Closing your eyes to ease the pain, you blindly pat the floor with your limping hand.

I'm sure there's a huge ass wardrobe around here.  

You move your legs and start to crawl aimlessly until your hand touch wood. It's the wardrobe. After numerous times of blindly patting the material, you found its handle and twist the doors open. With every ounce of strength left, you drag your body inside and slump your head to rest on the wall.

You were out for days. 

Chapter Text

You are startled back into slumber by your stomach's loud, ravenous grumble.  “Fuck! What... What the.. It's dark.” You mumble. “Where am I...?”

I would really appreciate it, [Your name] if you'll stop denying my existence. I'm always here with you.

Oh, god! That's right, I'm in a mission!

Kicking the doors open, the smell of rotten flesh of dead people lingers around the room. “Eugh, disgusting...” You sneer in disgust and steadily push yourself away from the wardrobe.

Surveying the bloody place with your eyes, you slowly walk to one of the desks and found a rolled black paper.

It's that document. That motherfucker didn't even bother to hide it somewhere. Seriously, they're all bunch of idiots.

You take it and place the rolled material on your coat pocket. A small victorious smile carve on your bruise lips. “Mission accomplished.”

You made it back to the Port Mafia headquarters. As you trudge your way to the office, a tall man with long black hair that reaches past his mid-back came out of the room, shivering violently.

“Randou-san!” You wave your hand. Randou wave back in return. His lower lip quivering from the cold. You jog forward. “Geez, you're still cold around this time of the year?”

“Of course. Ugh.... so cold...” Randou flick his gaze on your disheveled form. “[Your name], what happened to you?” He slide his hands back and forth on his sides in an attempt to warm himself.

You let out a sigh and exaggeratedly shrug your shoulders. “I look shit, I know. The boss assigned me to a mission. I just got back.”

“Welcome back, [Your name].”

“Thanks, Randou-san!”

Loud noises can be heard inside the office and a foreign voice draws your attention.

“No way! Why do I need to work with this brat?”

“What the hell are you talking about? I'll beat the shit out of you, kid!”

“You're a kid too! And you're smaller than me.”

“Huh?”

“You ought to drink some more milk.”

“None of your business, bastard. I'm fifteen! I'm still growing.”

Blinking twice, you turn to him. “Who's that? Is there a new member of the organization while I was out for a mission?”

Randou shake his head. “Not a new member. We manage to capture the king of the Sheep. He's an ability user.”

Your eyes widen. He's probably here to save his members who were abducted days ago. “Oh... Is that so?”

Randou nod his head. “I must go now, [Your name]. It's freezing....”

“Of course. Uh.. be careful?” He lightly wave his hand and walks away, muttering how cold the weather is.

Standing before the office, you lower your head to inspect your bloody outfit. There are dried blood on your arms, harsh bruises around your neck and small gashes on your face— not to mention, there are probably dried blood under your eyes.

To put it simply, you look absolute shit. In a state of panic, you didn't bother to clean up yourself after finding out that three days has gone by. Adrenaline course through your veins that you dash on your way towards the building without limping.

You knock on the wooden doors. “Boss? It's [Your name]. May I come in?”

“Of course! Come in, [Your name]-kun.” Mori said in a delightful voice.

You shove the doors open.

Your eyes landed first on a pair of blue eyes. He must be the king of the Sheep. He has a striking orange hair that frames his pretty face, wearing a black pea coat over his hoodie and a blue bracelet on his right wrist— it's the symbol of the Sheep organization. Both of his hands are tuck inside his pockets.

“Haah. How annoying.” Dazai scratch his head.“[Your name]-chan. I'm over here.” A sharp voice snap your attention and you turn to face the owner of the voice— it's Dazai.

Dazai tilts his head rather unhappily. “Judging by your appearance, I'm guessing you had a rough time dealing with those idiots and here you are, solely focus on this chibi instead of your master who's been patiently waiting on your arrival for five days. I'm right behind here y'know.” He said.

“What? Master?” The orange haired boy incredulously ask. His brows furrows, looking back and forth between you and Dazai.

“Oh, um... I didn't notice you there, Dazai.. sorry.” You apologize and unconsciously returns your gaze back to the King of the Sheep standing on the other side of the office.

Woah... he's so pretty—

“[Your name]-kun.” Mori calls your name. 

“Boss! You're here!” You say without thinking.

“Of course I am. This is my office. I've notice, you seem to be so intrigued on Chuuya-kun. Believe it or not, you've been staring at him ever since you entered my office.” He lightly chuckles. “Chuuya-kun is the king of the Sheep,”

The boy named Chuuya muttered under his breath saying ‘he's not a king.’

Mori continue. “—the Sheep which is one of our opposing organizations. He's a gravity manipulator ability user.”

You only manage to nod your head, speechless. Shaking your head, you hastily takes out the rolled paper on your coat. It falls to the floor and you awkwardly bend down to take it. “Erm. That aside, I have the document here.”

Mori hums, satisfied. You step forward and place the paper on his desk. “I'm sorry, it took quite a long time. I'll do my best not to be tardy next time.”

He shake his head. “You did your best, that matters the most, [Your name]-kun.”

Swallowing down your saliva, you bow your head. “Thank you, boss.”

Dazai silently moves to the side, gently touching your neck with his thumb tracing the dark bruises. “You look horrible, [Your name]-chan.”

You crane your neck to face him. His right arm is in a sling presumably from another injury or attempted suicide? You don't know.

Dazai is a mysterious person. An unsolved puzzle that you shouldn't affiliate yourself with.

He didn't stop caressing your neck and here we go again, this stupid indescribable feeling started bubbling inside your chest. You should really see a doctor since you've been feeling extra weird these past few days.

“Chuuya-kun.” Mori speaks after a long time. “I trust you understand you aren't in a position to refuse my orders.”

Chuuya grits his teeth. Mori then turn his attention to Dazai who's busy twirling your hair locks around his fingers.“You too, Dazai-kun.” Dazai stops to stare at Mori. “If the previous boss's supporters find out, as my accomplice, you will be tortured as well. You won't be able to die easily.”

Your expression didn't shift one bit but your heart threatens to leap out of shock.

The previous boss?

What are they talking about? He's alive?

Dazai cut your thoughts and ask Mori. “What makes you think that's the best course of action?”

“I have several reasons for making you work together. First, someone outside of the Port Mafia will have an easier time interviewing people. Chuuya-kun needs to be monitored so he doesn't betray us. And....” Mori has a sly smile on his face. “The rest is a secret.”

Dazai and Chuuya went on a mission together and you return back to your room to take a long hot shower. The dried blood clings on your body and you rub them off, skin turning red from the applied force. After, you change into a clean white dress shirt tuck into a plain black skirt that reaches above your knee. You tie your hair into a small ponytail to the right side, the rest loose. You head to Mori's clinic and allows him to fix your wounds. He wrap bandages all over your arms, neck and even on your face.

Great. Now you look like the female counterpart of Dazai.

“How do you feel, [Your name]-kun?” Mori ask, placing the supplies back on the cabinet. Elise curiously poke the bandage on your face. 

“It hurts like motherfuck—” You stop yourself. “It hurts like hell. By the way.... boss. About the former boss of the Mafia, what was that about?”

Mori visibly sighs. “We're investigating the rumor that the previous boss has re-emerged. According to Dazai-kun's information, he's appeared three times in the past two weeks. In each case, he was sighted in Suribachi City. The fourth time, yesterday, he blew everyone away with black flames.” He shows you a video. “This security footage is of the Port Mafia's vault, the most difficult room to enter in our headquarters.”

The video became a little static and the previous boss appears facing the camera. His eyes are wide filled with bloodlust and he said in a low threatening voice. “I've come back to life from the burning pits of Hell. Do you know why, doctor? Anger. He feeds on anger. He summoned me back from Hell with the intention of having me breed even more anger. The beast of the gods, Arahabaki of the black flames.” The video stop.

“That's all the footage we have in our security records.”

Your head is now swimming with questions. “What was he talking about? Who's this ‘he’ and he mentioned the god, Arahabaki.”

Mori nods. “We still don't have an idea about this matter. Currently, Dazai-kun and Chuuya-kun are investigating.”

“Arahabaki.... huh.”

Chapter Text

Several days has gone by, assuming Mori's relaxed state, it seems that both Dazai and Chuuya's mission was a success. The sudden news of Randou's betrayal to the organization which led him to his death upon overusing his ability, devastated you. He was a kind and caring person. You heard that he lost his memories, was after the god, Arahabaki, but failed to obtain the being. Wherever he is, you sincerely hope that he'll be forever warm and fuzzy, with no trace of coldness that will numb his frail body.

A soft sigh escape your lips as you walk into the long corridor of the headquarters. Beside you, three mafiosi start whispering to each other.

“Have you read the article?” One person ask in a hushed voice.

What article? Did I miss something important?

“Yeah, I've read it! Hahaha... that was so funny! I wonder who wrote that?”

“I don't know! It was even posted on the bulletin board, pffft.”

Oh, that makes sense. Your colleagues were on the second floor yesterday, hovering around the corner near the bulletin board, snickering and making comments while reading the posted article. 

“Poor guy but you know what, I heard that he has a strong ability.”

“Really? That's amazing. No doubt he was recruited.”

“Still, that article is really funny! He'll be officially introduce today, right?”

“Yup. I can't wait to meet this person.”

“Whoever made that article before he even made his official appearance on the organization is evil.”

“I agree, pfft.”

What are they talking about? Is there a new member?

You turn to them and was about to question the article they mentioned since curiosity got the best of you but your mouth was left hanging open. Dazai shouted your name at the end of the corridor, startling the three. He enthusiastically waves his hand on the air.

“[Your name]-chan! Yohooo! Over here!”

“Isn't that the child who became the witness when the previous boss passed down his position to our current boss?”

“Shhh! He'll hear you. Let's go!”

You shake your head and jog forward to meet him. “It's been a long time since we've seen each other!” Dazai purses his lips and place a hand on his chest. “I've missed you a lot.”

Brushing his comment with a dismissive hand, you reply. “I doubt that. It's peaceful without you around. I like it better.”

“How mean, [Your name]-chan! Did you even missed me even a lil bit—” Dazai stop when your eyes survey the area instead of meeting his. “Are you looking for someone?” He ask.

“Huh? No. Why?”

“Nothing. Let's go.”

“Oh. Okay.”

The boss called everyone's attention in a wide room at the first floor. You're standing at the end with Dazai pressed against your side. He's been yawning loudly, nonstop for the last few minutes.

You click your tongue. “Fuck. Will you keep it down? You're so annoying.”

“Hey! I'm sleepy here. I can't wait to sleep on that soft warm bed of yours!” Dazai said imagining himself comfortably tuck inside the blanket. 

“Ugh. Wait, you don't even have my keys so good luck trying, assface.”

“Oh, yeah? Let's see.”

“Dazai, I swear to god, I'll kill you—”

Mori's sudden voice cut your words. “A new member swore his loyalty to me two days ago and will now join the Port Mafia. Introduce yourself.”

Your eyes widen in surprise when Chuuya coolly steps into the room.

Chuuya-kun? The king of the Sheep?

“My name is Nakahara Chuuya, fifteen. Nice to meet you, I guess.” Chuuya said as he eyes the crowd with his sharp blue eyes.

Upon hearing his name, several mafiosi stifled their laughter and looks away from him. They pretend to be looking somewhere to hide their amuse smile. Chuuya visibly notice as his face contorted into confusion. He drag his stare away and meet your clearly puzzled look. 

What's happening?

You turn to Dazai to ask but stop when you saw his dark smile directed to Chuuya.

Oh. Oh. It must be his doing then. 

You're holding a paper with the title ‘This week's Chuuya unwilling to admit defeat.’Apparently, it's about Chuuya who accused Dazai of pouring water on his game console and ask him to consider their match invalid. Dazai called Chuuya loser and started spreading rumors.

What the hell? How childish.

You crumpled the paper and throw it in a nearby trash can. If the word 'childish' is a person, surely it'll be Dazai. He's already fifteen but his mental age is around seven or eight. Dragging your stare away from the ground, you face the long, white, dreary corridor and found Chuuya gently wiping dusts off his black hat. He's alone.

With an awkward smile on your face, you approach him. “Hi, Chuuya-kun.”

Chuuya snap his attention to you. Sharp and calculating blue eyes scans your form.

“Welcome to the Port Mafia.”

Silence. Blinking twice, you suppress a laugh to come out. “Are you done checking me out?”

Chuuya almost recoiled. “I wasn't! Uhh..” Clearing his throat, he offer his hand. “[Your name], right? I heard shitty Dazai calls you that.”

You accept his hand. “Yup, that's my name.”

Silence. Chuuya awkwardly let go of your hand. “The first time we met you were covered with nasty bruises. Are you okay now? Especially the one on your neck.”

“Oh... yes. I'm fine now.” You unconsciously rub your neck wrapped in bandages.

Silence.“Um,” Both of you simultaneously started.

What the fuck? Why is this so fucking awkward?

You're not used to making friends. You don't even have one. It's difficult to consider Dazai since he made it clear to you that you are nothing but his plaything— treating Dazai as a friend after that sudden confession is unfair. So nope, both of you are merely acquaintances. You don't want a sick and manipulative friend in the first place. Dazai is out of the list. 

“Uhh, you first.” Chuuya said.

There's only one way to stop this predicament.

With a beam, you slap your hands together and grins. “I bought some snacks outside Yokohama yesterday. Want some?”

Lure Chuuya with a snack. You might become friends after this.

Chuuya blinks. “Uhh, actually. I just ate.”

You internally scream. ABORT MISSION! ABORT MISSION! ABORT MISSION! I REPEAT—

“Is that so? Well, then bye!” You dash, closing your eyes from embarrassment. 

“[Your name], wait!” Chuuya calls out but you didn't look back. Not after embarrassing yourself in front of him.

The door opens in a loud thud startling Dazai who is laying on your bed, reading a book.“Oh, [Your name]-chan!” Dazai raise his hand in greeting. “I was wondering if you— what's wrong?”

You're panting heavily, face flushing red. You march towards your bed and fall face down beside him, shutting your eyes.

“Aaah, [Your name]-chan?” Dazai poke your head. “Your face is red. Did something happened?”

You shake your head and muttered something under your breath. 

“What? I can't hear you.”

You immediately sit up facing him. “Nothing happened, Dazai. Um, I'm going outside. Wanna come with me?”

Dazai blinks, confuse. “Huh? Right now? Why?”

“I just want to. Well, if you don't want to, it's completely fine! It's just.. I need to breathe some fresh air, that's all. The headquarters is suffocating me.” Sliding off on the mattress, you comb your hair with your fingers. 

“Something happened. It's obvious. Tell me.”

“Nothing! It's just really hot especially since you know— summer is approaching and,” You started rambling. “I want to eat something, like... an ice cream! Yes, an ice cream. Like, right now.”

Dazai put down his book and stands to peek his face closer to yours.

“W-What?” You ask, slightly cowering from his intent gaze”

“I don't like it when you're acting like this. Your face is red, [Your name]-chan. It's almost as if you're blushing over someone. Are you perhaps in love?”

You blink, puzzled with Dazai's words. “In love..? Huh? What?”

Dazai stares at you for a moment and lightly smack your head with his book. “I knew it, you're a complete idiot. I told you, there are a lot of books in my place so you should fill that empty head of yours.”

“Hey! That hurts, assface! How dare you!”

“I mean it, [Your name]-chan.” Dazai smiles at you. “Listen. I want what you're feeling right now to be only directed to me and none other else. Do you understand?”

Your eye starts to twitch from irritation because you can't seem to catch up with his way of thinking.

“Tell me you understand.”

“Huh???”

Chapter Text

Dazai accompanies you outside the Port Mafia headquarters to buy some ice cream on a food truck Downtown. He's been awfully silent and it bothers you especially since he's radiating this unnecessary menacing aura around him.

Who hurt this assface? Why is he in a bad mood?

“Kids!” A cheerful voice greets you. It's the seller of the food truck. His belly protruding and has thin brown hair. The corner of his eyes are full of laughter lines and he's wearing a purple apron. “Do you want some delicious ice cream? We've got some new flavors! You can choose your desired flavors here.” He points to a big colorful printed paper plastered on the counter.

“I'd like to order one blueberry cheesecake and....” You turn to Dazai. “Dazai, what flavor do you want? I'll treat you.”

Dazai fold his arms across his chest. “No need. I have my money here. One mint chocolate for me.”

The seller nod his head and turn to his back to prepare your orders.

Did Dazai just reject my offer? He's definitely not in the mood. If it's the usual, he would force me to pay for his food like the shameless assface that he is.

“Dazai...” Dazai turn his body to face you. “I didn't force you to accompany me but it seems like you're extra moody today. You should've stayed at the headquarters...to.. um, cool down.”

“What makes you think of that? I'm not angry, [Your name]-chan. Actually, I don't feel anything today.”

You stop the urge to ask, ‘Which part?’ 

“Okay.... If you say so.”

“Here's your order, little princess.” You gently take the ice cream on his hand. “And for you, little prince.” Dazai take his order and place two bills on the counter.

“I'll pay for her.”

“Thank you! Enjoy your ice cream.” He wave his hand, smiling. You wave back. 

“Let's go, [Your name]-chan.” Dazai walks forward, licking his ice cream.

The two of you sits on one of the benches of Motomachi Park.

Motomachi Park is a grassy, wooded island of peace in the heart of Yamate, and just a short walk from the popular Motomachi shopping district. The Motomachi Park sits at the base of the famous area, minutes away from the trendy shops of Yokohama's “Golden Half Mile” and adjacent to the Foreigners Cemetery, which is an interesting sightseeing destination in its own right. The place is peaceful and suitable for sight seeing. The wind blows and leaves softly rustle in the breeze. Only the chirping of the birds nearby can be heard around the park.

“That was so good.”

Dazai nod his head in agreement. You grin. “Let's try to explore another flavors tomorrow. I can't wait to taste all of them.”

Dazai's brow furrows. He reach a hand down to your face and rests them on your cheek. 

“Dazai? What is it?”

“You've got something here, [Your name]-chan.”

“Oh.” You let out a sheepish smile and made move to wipe it with your hand but Dazai beats you to it. He lean down and softly lick the cream off on the corner of your lips.

Your face turns into a deep shade of red. Blood started pounding heavily on your ears and your heart beats rapidly inside your chest threatening to leap out of its ribcage. There's a weird sensation on your stomach but it's different than last time. This feels... odd but in a good way.

What's happening?

He pulls away. “Let's go back, we didn't ask permission from Mori-san so we can't really stay long here.”

“Hey, Dazai...”

“Hmm?”

“I think something's wrong with me.”

“You just noticed that?”

“Seriously?” You give him a deadpan look.

“Kidding aside. Like what?”

“I seriously don't know. I've been feeling this way for a week already though not all the time. It's horrible. I think I'm sick.”

“Can you tell me the symptoms? Maybe we should ask Mori-san now.” Dazai takes out his phone but you immediately stop him.

“I prefer to talk to the boss directly instead of making phonecalls cause it's awkward and I'll probably take a long time to explain it, but you know,” You anxiously bit your lower lip. “I'm scared. What if I'm actually dying because of a heart failure or what... I'm too young to die and my family is relying on me.. I can't just leave them.”

“Tell me about it. Let's talk this out.”

“Okay... this is really weird so bear with me. So um, y'know, I don't really understand it. It's indescribable.. but my chest just hurt sometimes, and out of nowhere, if something odd happens, it'll start beating really fast to the point that I couldn't breathe properly... it scares me.. just like now.”

“Now? What do you mean?” Dazai tilt his head to the side, curiousity written all over his face.

“Yes... when you.. um,” Your words trails off. As though you feel your face getting warm again, you shake your head and point the corner on your lips. “did it.”

Silence. Dazai blinks twice and he doubled over, laughing with a hand on his stomach.

“What's funny? Unlike you, I don't really wanna die especially at such a young age. Y'know, if something bad happens to me, I wouldn't be able to complete our deal..”

“Yeah, yeah. Hahahaha.” Dazai gently pats your head. “Let's go back now.”

“Okay... But don't tell anyone okay? I don't want them to think that I'm weak.”

“Pffft.” He starts to laugh again.

....and just like that, Dazai's mood shift into something tolerable compared awhile ago. Mori called him to his office so you're left alone wandering on the way to your room.

“[Your name]!”

Huh? That voice...

You slowly turn your head and watch in horror as Chuuya  is now walking towards you.

You internally scream for the second time.

Flashback of humiliating yourself an hour ago came back to you.

MAYDAY! MAYDAY! CHUUYA-KUN IS COMING! CHUUYA-KUN IS COMING! I'LL EMBARRASS YOURSELF AGAIN. RETREAT! RETREAT!  I REPEAT—

Before you can turn on your heels to bolt out of the long corridor, he place his hand on your shoulder to prevent you from escaping again.

“Uhh, about that, sorry.” Chuuya scratch his head. “You were trying to make a conversation with me but I just couldn't get the uh... message well.”

You avert your gaze. “It's fine... I'm sorry too...”

He cock a brow. “Why would you apologize to me?”

“I don't know? I feel like I should just... er, apologize..”

“Huh. Those snacks you bought outside Yokohama, does that offer still stands?”

Your mouth lightly gape in surprise. With a wide smile on your face, you vigorously nod your head. “Of course! It's in my room, let's go!”

“Okay.”

“Chuuya-kun, don't mind the mess. I haven't clean up since yesterday.” You grimace, opening the door. 

Chuuya place his hand on his pockets. “I don't really mind. I'm only here for the snacks, that's all.”

The moment he steps inside, his nose immediately wrinkle in displeasure. “What the... this smell.” Looking around the room, he found a black coat lying on your bed and a bunch of medical tape scattered around the floor. Not to mention, the dirty bandages at the top of your table. “Does shitty Dazai also lives here?”

“Not really. He did stay one night but most of the time, he just like to hang out here.”

Chuuya furrow his brows. “That's fucked up. You allow him to shit around your room? That bastard is really shameless, huh.”

You roll your eyes, exasperated. “I gave up, he just doesn't listen. He helps me sometimes to clean my room.” Crouching under the bed, you pull out a huge box. “The snacks are here, Chuuya-kun. You can choose whatever you like.”

Chuuya hunch down beside you. “These are a lot. You went out shopping?”

“The boss assigned me for a quick mission at Kawasaki, so I figured I should buy some snacks for myself.” You giggle.

“Hmm. I'll take these.” He take four Kitkats with the flavors of matcha, strawberry cheesecake, sakura, and choco banana.

“Sure! Just tell me if you want more. You know, I have some really nice books for cooking here.” You stand and sit on the mattress to grab a book on the nightstand. Chuuya follows, awkwardly making himself comfortable on your bed.“Um, you're probably not interested into these kind of things.. sorry. What do you want to do?”

Chuuya open the wrapper and bit on the wafer bar. “Anything's fine with me. You can continue.”

“Okay...” You flip the book open and show him some dishes that you want to try to cook someday. Chuuya listens, silently munching his food.

“This one looks interesting.” He point his finger to one of the pictures. 

“Yeah, it looks really delicious.”

The door opens and Dazai stand in the doorway with a book tucked under his arm. He strides inside the room but abruptly stops to stare at you and Chuuya.

He steps forward and hand you a book. On Love by Alain De Botton

“I thought I should read you this book, [Your name]-chan. It's from Koyou ane-san but it seems like you're occupied.” Dazai said with a pointed glare.

Chuuya scowls and stand. “Look who's here, it's the shameless shitty Dazai. Are you here to clean up your shit?”

Dazai didn't answer. His unbandaged left eye is only directed at your form. “Care to tell me why this shortstack is here?“ He fold his arms.

You didn't know why but the room temperature seems to drop the moment Dazai walk inside.

When you didn't answer him, Dazai impatiently tap his foot on the ground. “I'm waiting, [Your name]-chan.”

“Um, I just—”

Chuuya interrupt and leers at Dazai. “You fucking suicidal maniac. Who are you calling shortstack? I'm only here because [Your name]—”

“Be quiet Chuuya. I'm not asking you. Why are you standing up for her sake?” Dazai disinterestedly flick his gaze to Chuuya.

“Why, you ask? You motherfucker. Isn't it obvious that she just wants to—”

Dazai cuts in and focus his attention back to you. “Have you compose your words properly now, [Your name]-chan? Try again.”

I don't understand. Why is Dazai acting like this? Why is Chuuya-kun here— I want to become friends with him and the only way to do that is to lure him with some snacks I bought but Dazai unexpectedly react like I just rip the bandages over his right eye without asking his permission.

What is wrong with this assface?

Chapter Text

The silence is deafening. You stand from your seat to take some snacks on the box and offers them to Dazai. Dazai stares at your extended hand then back to your face. “I gave Chuuya-kun some snacks because I want to become friends with him. I know how upsetting it could be to arrive at the organization without a companion by your side.” You take a step forward and place them on Dazai's hand. “You can have these too. I bought these for myself but it's not that bad to share.”

Silence.“I think you two should talk.” You grab the book he's holding and walk out of the room.

Phew. That was awkward and scary. I hope Dazai won't hoard all my snacks especially that he knows now where I hid them.

Standing outside Koyou's office, you knock on the door. 

“Come in.”

Opening the door of her office, Koyou is sitting on a leather chair reading a book titled ‘Conversation Techniques for the Quarrelsome You’ Romance Volume. The mahogany table with a lamp on its side are stack with books.

“What brought you here, [Your name]? Dazai also stopped by a while ago to borrow a favorite book of mine.”

“Ah, yes. It's here with me.” You lightly wave the book. “He wants me to read it but he's in my room picking a fight with me and Chuuya-kun. I left them behind to solve their issue.”

Koyou stares at you. “They're in your room?” You reply with a nod. She chuckles. “I see. Do you know what that book is about, [Your name]?”

“No.. but I'm curious about it because it has the word ‘love’ on it.”

“What about it?” Koyou stand to sit on the couch located at the other side of the room. “Sit here, [Your name].” You obediently follows. 

“I don't know what that means. Dazai mentioned that word once and I don't really understand.”

She chuckles. “It seems like Dazai wants you to learn about these things. Should I read them for you?”

“Yes, please!”

Koyou starts to read the book. Your head resting on her lap, listening intently on every word she says. 

"Love reveals its insanity by its refusal to acknowledge the inherent NORMALITY of the loved one."

"It is one of the ironies of love that it is easiest confidently to seduce those we are least attracted to."

"Must being in love always mean being in pain?"

"Her lie was symptomatic of a certain pride she took in mocking the romantic, in being unsentimental, matter-of-fact, stoic; yet at heart she was the opposite: idealistic, dreamy, giving, and deeply attached to everything she liked verbally to dismiss as "mushy."

After some time, Koyou finished reading the book. You lift your head and sighs. “All I hear is the word love love love love and love.”

“Well, there's this favorite line of mine from another book with the same author called Essays in Love. It says:

Yet we can perhaps only ever fall in love without knowing quite who we have fallen in love with. The initial convulsion is necessarily founded on ignorance. Love or simple obsession?

Does it feels familiar to you, [Your name]?”

“Nope. Not familiar of the book and another no, because I don't understand its context.” You simply replied.

“Of course, you don't. Your face looks blank while I was reading. You can start to ask questions now. I'll answer them.”

“Okay, so what is love? I wanna know about this first.”

Koyou's gaze softens. “Love is an emotional feeling that can be found deep in our soul. But you must be careful with it, for it will slowly drown you. Love blurs your way of thinking but after it subsides, you'll be able to understand things better in the right time and with the right person of course.”

You scowl. “So basically love is a feeling that will torment you for the rest of your miserable life?”

“My, how awful! Love also brings light to people.”

“Argh. I don't like it. It's such a complex word!” You pull your hair in frustration. “Dazai really wants to mess with my head. He knows how stupid I am with or without him. He brings nothing but—”

Koyou immediately cuts you off. “For me, it sounds like he wants to convey a message.”

You furrow your brows. “What message is that? He didn't tell me.”

She sigh. “Let's start with how you feel first. What can you say about Dazai?”

“He's a manipulative assface.”

“Aside from that, how do you feel whenever he's around?”

“Annoyed.”

“How about when he's not around with you?”

“Happy.”

Koyou's mouth forms a pensive frown. “Negative feedbacks, I see. Try to at least mention some of his good side.”

“Good side? Um, he accompany me a while ago to buy some delicious ice cream.”

“Aside from that, [Your name].” She starts to massage her temples.

“Ah!” You clap your hands together. “He deactivated my ability because I wasn't able to control it! I can only think of those.”

“Let's talk about Chuuya.”

“All of a sudden?” You frown.

Koyou ignores you. “Have you met him already?”

“Of course.”

“Good. What can you say about Chuuya?”

“He seems intimidating but actually, he's an approachable person. I've noticed that things would easily get awkward between us. I don't know what to say afterwards. Um, he seems to be a good person.” You smile. “He apologize for making things awkward and he let me talk about things even tho it doesn't interest him that much. I really appreciate it.”

Koyou's eyes widen in surprise. “Do you like him?”

You think for a moment. “I want to become friends with him but I think I need to list down our flow of conversation or at least a list of topics so there would be no awkward pause or silence.”

She slightly lean her body forward. “How about Dazai?”

“Dazai again?”

“Don't make things difficult for me, [Your name]. How about Dazai?” Koyou repeats.

“Dazai makes me feel strange things, I dislike it.” You mumble.

“What strange feelings are these?”

Your mind replayed what happened on the Motomachi Park awhile ago and your face turned beet red. “He's the reason why I think I have this heart failure.”

She gasp. “Heart failure? Did you tell Ougai-dono about this? How can you say that it's a heart failure?”

You calm her down. “Calm down Koyou ane-san. I just assume that it's heart failure. It's just... Dazai is like playing around with me. For some reason, I felt this indescribable weird feeling when he called me his plaything.” You pause. “But he also does things that makes me giddy? I don't know if that's the right word but he's just... so annoying.. making me feel like this..”

Koyou softly ask. “Do you like him?”

You choke. “What? No way! That's ridiculous... Why would I like that bastard?”

She covers a smile with her sleeve. “How adorable. I hope you three won't ever grow up.”

“No way. I want to become an adult as soon as possible!”

“Just don't die on missions.”

“Of course!”

After confiding with Koyou, you decide to head back to your room. Chuuya is not around anymore and Dazai is now lying on his stomach reading a book. When he saw you standing outside, he immediately sits up. 

“[Your name]-chan.”

“Dazai? You're still here?”

“Let's talk.”

Chapter Text

“Let's talk.”

Dazai did said those words a couple of minutes ago but he's actually not speaking for a while now.

I thought we're going to talk?

Dazai only stare deep into your eyes with a heavy look. His mouth tightened into a thin line. It took with all your might not to cower under his gaze. He looks really... pissed.. pissed because you left him alone with Chuuya to settle their obsessions with one another or because you didn't gave him snacks only to find out that you offered  some to Chuuya.

Should I talk first? Screw Dazai. He always make things so difficult for me!

Clearing your throat, you open your mouth to carefully ask. “Are we going to have a staring contest here?”

“What do you think?” Dazai snap, finally opening his mouth for the first time.

“That's why I ask.” You counter.

“I don't understand you at all, [Your name]-chan. You confuse me with your actions.”

You scoff. “Should I tell you my next course of action, then? I don't want you to ever do that again, Dazai. I hate it so much. It's like you're controlling me and our deal was temporarily off so there's no need for me to obey your words.”

“Ah. I see. So your best ‘course of action’ is to leave me hanging with Chuuya around?” Dazai fold his arms, displeased.

“You two obviously need to talk. Should I just sit there while you two bicker like an old married couple? Of course, I should leave.” 

“Don't say that, [Your name]-chan. I have no such taste in men.” He deadpans.

Shrugging your shoulders, you unenthusiastically flick your hand. “Who knows, Dazai. What did they say, the more you hate—”

Dazai covers your mouth with his hand. “I know that you'll just sputter some unnecessary shit and I don't want to hear them.” You tried to slap his hand but he pressed them deeper instead. “Should we begin your three days of suffering then? I won't be so nice to you anymore.”

You scowl and said something— a curse but with his hand on your mouth, the words came out muffled.

“Okay, then. Let's start tomorrow.” Dazai pull his hand away.

“Argh. You inconsiderate asshole. Can we just have it next week?”

Dazai cock his head to the side, eyes half-lidded. “Should we? I want to hear you beg first and I'll decide if it's worth it or not.”

Rolling your eyes in annoyance, you groan. “Can we have it next week, please. For fuck's sake, Dazai.”

“No.”

“Motherfucker, you stupid son of a bitch. Please, let's have it next week, assface.”

“Nah.”

“You shitface, let's start next week... please.”

“Boo.”

“Dazai, let's have it next week, please. God, I hate you so fucking much.”

“Non, non.”

You stomp your foot heavily on the floor, making a loud noise. “Fuck! What do you want to hear, you merciless asshole? I've been swallowing my pride here!”

Dazai place his hands on his cheeks, giggling like a psychotic maiden. “Hearing you beg make me so happy, [Your name]-chan.”

“Argh. You stupid—”

Wait.

You squint your eyes.

This might work.

Awhile ago, Koyou ane-san read a book called ‘Conversation Techniques for the Quarrelsome You’ Romance Volume and you read some of those helpful techniques. Who would've thought you can apply them here?

You internally let out a maniacal laugh.

Prepare yourself stupid Dazai.

Clearing your throat, you tightly clasp your hands together and put the sweetest smile you could ever muster on your face. “Darling, can we have it next week.... please?”

Silence. This time it's not just silence— it's an awkward silence.

Dazai's eyes are wide like saucers. 

Mission failed.

Silence. Dazai slowly looks away with a tint of hue on his cheeks, quietly laughing.

You scream from embarrassment making him jump on the bed, startled. Taking the momentum since Dazai is distracted, you bolt of the room slamming the door shut.

That was so awkward.

That was so awkward.

That was so awkward.

I'm gonna die.

I'm gonna die from embarrassment.

Fuck.

That was so embarrassing.

Why do I keep on humiliating myself? 

You need to get away from here as soon as possible or you'll die from embarrassment.

You're in the front of Mori's office. Taking a deep breath, you firmly knock on the door. To your surprise, Elise's face greets you, smiling widely when she saw your face.

“[Your name]!”

“Hi, Elise-chan.” You lightly hunch down to smile at her.

“Oh, [Your name]-kun. How rare of you to come to the office of your own volition.” Mori said.

“Boss.” You stand straight. “I'll be straightforward.”Mori nods as a sign for you to continue talking. “May I request for a mission worth six months? Anything—any mission. I'm getting so distracted lately and it's not really helping. My sole purpose is to serve the organization and to raise my family, nothing more.”

Mori merely stares at you. His intent gaze entirely focus on you. “Of course, [Your name]-kun. How could I deny such request when you bring nothing but prosperity to my organization with your ability?”

You sigh in relief. “Thank you boss.”

“If I may ask, does Dazai-kun's presence distracting you from your job?”

Your body stiffened. “No. Not all, boss. It's just—”

“[Your name]-kun.” Mori immediately cuts you off. “I want you to get rid of any unnecessary feelings you may have towards him. Can you do that for me? I'll tell Dazai-kun myself to cut off any personal ties with you unless you're out for a mission together.”

“Of course, boss! I'll do anything.”

Here we go again. Five words that you despised the most.

I don't understand these feelings.

Mori draws out an envelope from a cabinet, looking at it as he speaks. “The files inside this envelope are worth six months as you requested. Take it.” You take it from his hand, examining its content.

“Good luck, [Your name]-kun.”

You bow your head. “Thank you, boss. I'll be taking my leave.”

Anger, regret, shame, satisfaction, happiness, and guilt. You feel these emotions all at once making you lightheaded.

‘I want you to get rid of any feelings you have towards him.’

What feelings are these? 

‘Can you do that for me?’

Of course. I'll do anything for you boss.

‘I'll tell Dazai-kun myself to cut off any personal ties with you unless you're out for a mission together.’

That's how it should be in the first place.

You close your eyes, taking you back to the time you first met Dazai.

‘I see you're busy daydreaming.’

‘Let's stroll outside! I really wanted to go to this place.’

‘Don't get too comfortable, [Your name]-chan.’

‘I see. You're still having a hard time controlling your ability.’

You open your eyes in realization. Tears are now cascading down your face.

I understand. 

I understand now. I was hurt because he didn't consider me one bit as a companion— at least a friend but his plaything. I get all warm and giddy whenever he do unusual things to me because I like him.

I like Dazai.

You remembered Koyou's words while she was reading the book.

Yet we can perhaps only ever fall in love without knowing quite who we have fallen in love with. The initial convulsion is necessarily founded on ignorance. Love or simple obsession?

I like Dazai.

Fuck. It all makes sense now.

‘I want you to get rid of any feelings you have towards him.’

“Too late...” You mumble, wiping your tears. “You're too late, [Your name]. How come you just realized it now?” You let out a halfhearted laugh. “Idiot. I'm an idiot.”

Hugging your sides as means to comfort yourself, you tightly close your eyes. “Preludes & Nocturnes. Do me a favor...”

Anger, regret, shame, satisfaction, happiness, and guilt.

They all dissolved into emptiness.

You can't feel anything.

Chapter Text

Six months go unnoticed. All you ever did was kill and kill and kill, and kill, merely following what was indicated on the papers that Mori handed to you a long time ago. Identity theft, Forgery, Extortion, Arson, Burglary and Money Laundering. You were arrested with these criminal charges but with the use of your ability, you stealthily manipulate the minds of the military police to let you off or to drop the case without a word to the public.

The constant use of your ability trained you to extend its limit from fifteen to twenty minutes. Annihilating various criminal organizations was a piece of cake as they took advantage of the Port Mafia's illegal goods— worst, stealing the organization's livelihood.

Of course, glory cannot be attained without a price. Your once vibrant and eyes full of determination are now empty and dull, staring at the mangled corpses. The effect of continuously using your ability for months made your left eye turns to a color of crimson red while the other one remains on its original color.

It was mid July when Mori accepted your request of the six months worth of mission and it's now January. The air is frigid and chilly. Beneath you is a fleecy cold snow. You silently watch as steamy fog leaves your mouth whenever you take a breath.

Yokohama is covered with fluffy white snow. Taking one last deep breath, the bitter wintry air enter your lungs. The color red taints the pure white snow as it trails on its way towards the Port Mafia's headquarters. You ride the elevator alone, pressing the button for the topmost floor.

Once the elevator reach its destination, your pupils are fixated on the office straight ahead at the end. The tall men in black standing in front of the office wordlessly block your way. Both are wielding automatic pistols. You meet their firm gaze. 

“Move.”

They take a step back and you move forward to enter the office. Lo and Behold, Dazai is standing on his glory having a deep conversation with Mori.

“[Your name]-kun.” Mori calls your name with a triumphant smile on his lips.

Dazai whip his head to face you.

You bow your head and drop down to one knee. “Boss. I've come to tell you that all my missions are successful.”

“Excellent. As expected of you. Welcome back, [Your name]-kun.”

You stand on your feet and ask in a monotonous voice. “What's your next order, boss?”

Mori's eyes slightly widen. “You're covered in blood. Wash yourself and take a rest. I'll call you again whenever I need your assistance.”

“If you say so. I'll be going back to my room then.” You bow, turn on your heels and walk out of his office. 

Dazai stops to stare at your retreating form and turns to Mori with a sharp glare. 

“[Your name]-chan.” Dazai catch up to walk beside you. “That was harsh of you to disappear for six months without informing everyone. I had to ask that chibikko only to find out that he too, wasn't aware of your sudden departure.”

You didn't answer. Mori told you not to talk to Dazai unless you're on a mission.

The boss's orders are absolute. You shouldn't defy him.

Dazai move to the front to block your way but you swiftly avoid him and continue walking. “I don't have a reason to talk to you. Leave me alone.”

The long awaited day for everyone in Yokohama has come. The streets are busy, countless of discounts from chocolate shops and some vendors are entertaining people to try their handmade chocolates.

It's Valentine's Day.

You walk in the bustling streets to go shopping. Much to your disappointment, Mori ordered you to recover your strength after using your ability for six months, barely taking a rest. It was an order so you can't say no.

Stopping by at Motomachi Park, you saw two teens exchanging chocolates.

“What are they doing...” You softly mumble, not taking your eyes away from them. The girl is bowing her head continuously while the boy seems to be embarrassed, scratching his head. He then lean down his head to give a soft peck on her lips. Beside you, a couple sits on a bench leaning their heads together, holding hands while the other is eating chocolates. You furrow your brows. When you turn the other way, two couples are kissing passionately holding their box of chocolates.

A young lady passed by and hand you a pamphlet. It's an advertisement for their shop and also a short description about Valentine's Day.

Valentine's Day Special!

Two main types of chocolates:

本命チョコ Honmei-choco — chocolates given to a very special person in your life, such as a boyfriend or a husband. Honmei-choco are accompanied by a ‘love confession’, where a woman asks the recipient to be her boyfriend.

義理チョコ Giri-choco — chocolates given to someone without a romantic attachment, such as colleagues, friends or bosses.

You decided to attend a chocolate making tutorial session with a group of people around your age. The instructor enthusiastically shows step by step how to make a delicious perfect chocolate.

Two hours has gone by and it was all a failure. If not burnt, the chocolate tastes bitter. Some people already went on their separate ways after making chocolates and you are among the three who are left behind. Out of four chocolates that you made, only one tastes good so you opted to give it to your boss. You carefully place the heart shape chocolate into a black box and tied a red ribbon around it.

Mission accomplished. You head back to the headquarters only to find out that Mori is not around. He went outside with Elise to buy some chocolates and to go shopping for dresses.

“[Your name]?” A curious voice called. You turn to face him— it's Chuuya.

“Chuuya-kun.” Chuuya steps closer to stare at your eyes. He develop a strange hobby to check them, waiting for your left eye to return back to its original color.

“It's still the same.” He mutters.

You take out the box from your coat pocket. “Oh, I was about to give this to the boss but he's not around.”

Chuuya raise an eyebrow. “What's that?”

“It's a chocolate.” You reply.

You vividly remember how the girl from the Motomachi Park gave her chocolate to the guy. She's been endlessly bowing but there's no reason for you to do that to Chuuya. You didn't do anything wrong so you opted to do what the guy did to the girl.

Should it be like that? Everyone's been doing it this day.

With a sigh, you lean your face close to Chuuya.

“Wh- What is it?” Chuuya ask, confused. “Is there something on my face?”

You shake your head. “Don't move, Chuuya-kun.”

“Uh, okay. Why?”

You place your hands on his cheeks and lean forward to kiss him on his lips. He stiffened. You pull away and offer him the chocolate box. “Happy Valentine's Day.”

Chuuya didn't move and just stare into space  so you take his hand and place them on his palm. “They're delicious.”

You walk away leaving Chuuya sputtering incoherent words. His face is red.

“I'm starving.” You sigh.

Chapter Text

It's been weeks but Mori still didn't ask for your assistance nor call you to his office for a mission. Days turned to weeks until months, spring has arrived—it's the month of April. The transient time of the year where cherry blossoms starts to bloom after reaching its peak. Small, delicate and pink petals fall from the branches and are carried in the breeze, like drizzling snowflakes.

Elise wanted to have an outdoor party beneath the sakura also called as 花見 hanami. Of course, Mori agree in a heartbeat and invite everyone for a flower viewing at Kamonyama Park— one of the best hanami spots around Yokohama. It is a twenty minute walk from the headquarters. In preparation for the said festival, Mori demands you and Dazai to find a perfect spot to enjoy the flowering cherry blossom trees since the place will soon be packed with people.

And with that, Dazai languidly spread a large picnic blanket for everyone to sit on and start arranging the short folding tables on the side. You take out some of the hanami bento, tsukemono & salads, onigiri, desserts, and drinks.

The wind blows softly, shaking the branches of the sakura trees pink petals smoothly falls to the ground.

“[Your name]-chan.” Dazai calls out your name breaking the comfortable silence.

The April spring breeze softly tousles his dark brown hair, and you reach out to brush the petals of the sakura off his head with your hand.

“What is it?” You draw your hand back.

Dazai looks taken aback for a second and he grins from ear to ear. “Oh my. Thank you for that.”

“I don't mind.”

“Can I touch you, [Your name]-chan?” Dazai enthusiastically ask.

What's with this guy?

“Is there any reason for you to do that?”

“Yup. I want to talk properly to my little servant.”

“I'm not your servant. That stupid deal already ended months ago.”

“I know and it doesn't really matter. But first, let me clear my suspicion, [Your name]-chan. Your ability Preludes & Nocturnes is somewhat active right? That's why,” Dazai points at your left eye. “that one has a different color.”

You didn't say anything and just stare blankly at him.

“Preludes & Nocturnes controls you, restraining your emotions. You allow her to partially take over your body that's why you have full control over it.” He sighs. “It's the reason why even if you make eye contact with anyone, they're not affected by your ability. What an improvement, [Your name]-chan! I'm impressed.”

“You're right but what about it?”

“I have a solution, duh! Out of curiosity, let me ask you something again. Am I really distracting you that much, [Your name]-chan?” Dazai ask, tilting his head to the side.

“No.”

"Really? Can we do something about this then?"

“What this?”

Dazai slowly smirks. “This.”

Click.

Huh? 

As you look down, you notice that Dazai's cuffs are fastened around your left hand.“What are you doing.” You glare at him, venom seeping on your voice. “Get this off me.”

“Nope. Even if you force me to, I don't have the keys with me! I lost it.” Dazai said shaking his head. “Sorry.”

“Now.” 

“I'm serious!” He wave his hand in emphasis. “I was just trying to make things fun by scaring you but I accidentally— oh.” Dazai wickedly grins. “Don't move, [Your name]-chan. I won't hurt you, okay? Just an itsy bitsy touch from your master, Dazai. I promise you, you won't even feel a thing!”

You slowly move away from him until your back hit the tree behind. “Don't. Don't Dazai. I'll kill you.”

“Oh, what an honor to be killed by a young lady! I'll look forward to it!” Without at least a single warning, Dazai close the gap between you two. He lightly bump his nose to yours. The skin-to-skin contact nullifies your activated ability.

His face is inches from yours that you could already feel his soft warm breath on your lips. Your eyes widen. Thump thump thump thump

You shriek, pushing Dazai's face away. “What the fuck!”

“Oh, finally. Believe it or not, I missed hearing those creative words of yours!” Dazai said with a huge smile plastered on his face.

There's an unamused expression on your face that exudes a displeased aura. “What's with that disgusting smile, assface.”

Dazai outwardly shrugs. “I miss you too, [Your name]-chan!”

Fuck. It's been so long since I have fully taken control of my emotions and here I am, back to zero.

It won't stop beating so fucking fast. Calm down for fuck's sake.

And then it happened. You remember.

I like Dazai.

Fuck.

You can't help but to scream internally (it has been a long time, indeed.) You immediately turn your back to him, face red, trying to calm your rapid heartbeat.

Oh, god. Calm the fuck down.

“Hm? [Your name]-chan? What's wrong?” Dazai unceremoniously poke your back. “Are you embarrassed? Let me see that red face of yours.”

“Screw you. Get away from me.” You close your eyes, breathing in and out. “I hate you so much, Dazai. Get your hands off me.”

“No way.” Dazai sing songs, clutching your hand tighter. “If I do that, you'll activate that nuisance ability of yours. It's like talking to a machine that is built to bore people to death. I'd welcome death anytime of the day but to get bored? Nah, I'll pass.”

“You say that but didn't you told me before? You still get bored with or without my presence around.”You said in a quiet voice. “Does it even matter... whether I'll use my ability again or not.”

“Does it bother you?” Dazai softly asks.

It does.

“No.”

“Why are you crying then?” He taunts.

“I'm not! What are you talking about?!” You whip your head to face him.

“There! I've finally seen that adorable blushing red face!”

“Argh! I'm not blushing!”

Dazai wriggles his eyebrow. “Lies, [Your name]-chan. Lies. Oh!” He slap his hands together. 

“What is it this time?” You scowl.

“I remember something. Not that important, of course. But did you know, I waited all day to receive your handmade chocolate last Valentine's Day but nope! I received nothing.” He exclaims, a dismayed look evident on his face.

You eyes widen.

Valentine's Day? Oh. Fuck. Chuuya-kun. 

I... I shamelessly kissed Chuuya-kun just because I've seen couples kissing around their partner after giving their chocolates. To begin with, Chuuya-kun is not my partner. I don't even know if he considers me as his friend—probably just a mere acquaintance! And my stupid shameless self just kissed him out of the blue and greeted him Valentine's Day like it's nothing! Like. It's. Nothing.

What the fuck is wrong with me? Shit. Where did that confidence came from? I could hardly make long talks with him but to just kiss him—

“AAAH!” You cover your face with your hands to hide your mortified expression. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I'm so fucking stupid.”

“What is it? Did something happened?”

“No!”You deny. “Nothing happened, Dazai.”

Dazai narrow his eyes. “It's written all over your face, [Your name]-chan. Something did happened.”

“I said nothing happened—”

Mori interrupts. “That's enough. You two are really the best of friends, aren't you?”

You stiffen. “Boss!”

“Oh, [Your name]-kun. It's good to see that your eyes finally returns back to normal.”

“Um.. boss... It's because..” You lift your hand. Dazai's hand is dragging yours down. “Dazai just nullified it!”

Mori shift his attention to Dazai. Dazai just merely stare back at him. No one said anything. There seems to be a silent conversation happening between the two. Dazai's expression didn't shift one bit.

“I see.” Mori finally opens his mouth after a long time. “I'll leave her to you, Dazai-kun. and [Your name]-kun,”

You let a soft squeak.“Yes?”

“Do control your emotions. It's your downfall especially with an ability like that. Don't waste Preludes & Nocturnes over some little crushes.”

Dazai laughs.

“Little crushes?!”You incredously repeats and immediately kick Dazai's foot to stop him from laughing. He lets out a small yelp. “It's nothing like that, boss! I swear!”

Mori sighs.“As an ability user, Randou-kun died due to the constant use of his ability which eventually sucked the life energy out of him. It was such a waste to lose a member.”

You gasp. “Randou-san....”

Mori shakes his head. “I don't want to lose another valuable member. Do you hear me, [Your name]-kun?”

“Yes, boss. I understand, loud and clear. I won't fail you. I swear on my life that I will only dedicate my entire being to serve the Port Mafia— and will only obey and listen to your command.” You meet his firm gaze. 

“I'm looking forward to it.”

“Rintarou!” Elise place a hand on her hip and pouts. “Where are the others? I wanna eat some cake now!”

“Oh, Elise-chan~! We  have some strawberry cake here.” Mori opens one of the boxes at the top of the table and offers it to her. “Here. You can have it by yourself.”

You turn to Dazai. “Can you pick the fucking lock now? I gotta pee.”

Dazai grins. “I'll go with you.”

“You fucking pervert.”

“Back to the usual now?” Koyou chuckles. Chuuya stands on her side with his hands on his pockets. 

“Ane-san.” Dazai grins. “It seems that the book I borrowed before was effective.”

Koyou raise a brow. “Is that so?”

You and Chuuya stare at each other for a moment and looks away, blushing. He scratch his head, and you feign to find something else suddenly fascinating, checking the boxes of cakes and its flavors. 

Caramel. Strawberry. Chocolate. Blueberry cheesecake.

Fuck. This is so awkward. Kill me.

Dazai looks back and forth between you two, his brows slightly furrow. “The air is suffocating me— in a bad way. Let me cut this awkward tension around here.” He made a cutting gesture with his fingers. “There. What is this about?”

Chuuya scowls at him. “The fuck are you talking about shitty Dazai? Mind your business.”

Dazai hums, stroking his chin. “Hmm. Judging from [Your name]-chan's expression a while ago and let me combine it with the reaction of you both just now..” He mumble and comes up with a conclusion. “Is this about Valentine's Day, I wonder?”

You and Chuuya choke.

“No. What nonsense are you talking about? Get this fucking thing off me!” You sputter, desperately trying to get the cuffs off.

“Why the fuck are you two tied like idiots?”

Chuuya steps forward and made move to touch the cuffs but Dazai yanks it away from him. “Bad dog. Don't touch it with your dirty hand.”

“You psycho! Chuuya-kun's about to free us!”

“I'm not your dog!” Chuuya growls.

Dazai sighs. “Stop barking, the two of you. Geez, you'd make a great couple but your way of communication would be so loud to the point that the people around you will lose their sense of hearing.”

“Shut up!” You and Chuuya said together. You turn to each other in surprise and immediately looks away.

Dazai silently observes. He cup one hand around his mouth to whisper something to Chuuya. “Did she gave you a chocolate? What happened afterwards?”

It's incredible to watch how quickly Chuuya's face turned beet red to the point where you wonder if he's going to collapse any moment from now.

You gave up. “I'm sorry Chuuya-kun. I wasn't on my right mind that time. I seriously don't know what has gotten into me. I'm so sorry!”

Chuuya crouch down to sit beside you. “It's fine. Let's forget it.”

“Yeah, we should.” You vigorously nod your head.

Dazai snap his fingers startling you. The cuffs unlocked and your left hand is now free.

“How boring. Planning my death would be so worth it instead of moping around doing nothing.” Dazai mutters. “Mori-san, I'm going back to the headquarters.” He stands and started to walk away. 

“Tch, shitty bastard.” Chuuya roll his eyes.

You really can't understand Dazai. 

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It's nighttime. There are background lights from the tall buildings of Minato Mirai around the Kamonyama Park making the place magical along with the sakura petals smoothly falling to the soft wide grass. What Mori told you this morning was true. The place is now packed with people, chattering, drinking and eating with their families and friends. Most of the time, hanami festivals only lasts around two weeks so it's a simple leisure time for you to observe how normal people acts during their day offs. One thing is for sure. You didn't regret to be part of the Mafia but you can't help yourself but to yearn for freedom, to be financially stable, and to have your own house in Yokohama with your family—instead of living in the slum areas of Suribachi City.

You  let out a soft sigh and look across to Chuuya, who is quietly sipping a glass of wine while taking in the scenery.

You narrow your eyes to make out the rounded name on the bottle.

Chateau Mouton Rothschild, 1945?

Chuuya glance sideways. “You want some?”

You shake your head. “Ah, no. I don't drink, but thank you.”

Silence. You forgot to prepare your list of topics in order not to have an awkward conversation with Chuuya.

An idea pop up into your head. “Chuuya-kun, why did you join the Port Mafia?”

Suddenly? Aaaaaah, fuck! HE'S THE FORMER KING OF SHEEP— ONE OF THE OPPOSING ORGANIZATION OF THE PORT MAFIA! WHY THE HELL WOULD I ASK WHY HE JOINED HIS ENEMY LEAVING HIS COMPANIONS BEHIND.

Oh, god. Dazai is true. I'm  a complete idiot. 

“Nevermind. You don't have to answer it. Please don't mind me.” You desperately wave your hand. “I wasn't thinking at all!”

Chuuya blinks. “Uh, it's actually fine. Calm the heck down, [Your name].”

You cover your face with your hands and miserably shakes your head. “I'm sorry Chuuya-kun... I'm so fucking awkward...”

Chuuya raise his hands like he's afraid you might tear up and start crying. “You don't have to be sorry about it. Uh, to answer your question, I voluntarily joined the Port Mafia.”

You slowly draw your hands back to the side and stare at him. “Huh? But your former organization....”

“I ruined the Sheep.” Chuuya said in a forcefully squeezed tone. “I wasn't suitable to lead an organization, I failed them. It was all part of that fucking bastard's scheme.”

Pursing your lips, you ask. “Dazai?”

“He set doubt on my people. That scheming bastard.” He angrily sighs. “You know that Randou was after Arahabaki right?”

Nodding your head, you side glance Mori. “The boss told me. I heard he lost his memories and was investigating his last mission as a spy which was to obtain the god, Arahabaki.”

“He was. Randou obtained valuable reports over the incident that happened on the military facility years ago. I need to obtain those documents before shitty Dazai.”

“How will you do that, Chuuya-kun?” You carefully ask.

Chuuya looks into your eyes. “I need to become an executive first before that bastard. Those documents are only available to people who are executives or above in the organization. That way, I can finally be able to know my true identity.”

Your eyes widen. “What? Your true identity?”

Chuuya only nod his head. “It's complicated, [Your name]. Even I, don't know my past or where I come from. The only way for me to obtain the truth is to become an executive of this organization, that's what I want. Nothing more.”

“I see. If you work so hard Chuuya-kun, I'm sure you'll become the youngest executive in the Port Mafia history! I strongly believe on that!” You grin and give him a thumbs up.

Chuuya's face went red and he looks away. “Thanks, [Your name].”

“Anytime!”

“[Your name]~” Elise suddenly appears behind you. She starts whining while pulling the side of your clothes. “We're out of cakes!”

“Eh? Is that so? What flavors do you want?”

“All flavors!” She pout her lips. “Rintarou won't listen to me! He keeps on talking with Koyou ane-san!”

You stand and smile down at her. “I get it. I'll buy some delicious cakes for you, happy now?”

Elise bob her head, jumping up and down. “Yes!”

Chuuya rise to his feet. “I'll go with you, [Your name].”

You beam at him. “That'll be a great help. Let's go, Chuuya-kun!”

You and Chuuya are now standing in front of the La Boutique de Mamoru. It is a french bread shop in the Shopping street of Rokkakuhashi. The shop is usually close around 5 pm but since it's spring and with the hanami festival, they are open until 11 at night.

“Ah, shit. They're out of cakes. What to do?” Chuuya turns to you.

“Um, let's just pick some desserts since Elise-chan has a sweet tooth.”

“Right. If that's the case,” He points his finger to a heart-shape bread covered with chocolate and white powder sugar. “I think we should pick this one instead.”

“How many?”

You two stare at each other for a moment.

“How many?” You repeat.

“I don't have any idea. Maybe 10?” Chuuya furrows his brows and shift his attention back to the displayed bread. “Are you going to eat some?”

You shake your head. “Nope, I'm not really fond of sweets. How about you?”

“I'll probably eat only two of these.”

“If that's the case, let's order around 15 breads?”

Chuuya nods. "Good enough."

“Um, Good Evening. We'll order 7 uh, Petit Coeur au Sucre and 8, Petit Coeur au Chocolat, please.” You grimace.

“Pffft.” Chuuya pretends to let out a cough to stifle his laughter and you glare at him.

“Shut up, Chuuya-kun. I know my french sounds bad.”

The lady place your orders on the box and delicately wrapped a ribbon around it. She then calculates the total expense. “Good Evening. That would be ¥3,600 please.”

The two of you head back to the Kamonyama Park. Elise excitedly take the bags from yours and Chuuya. She delightedly open the boxes, her eyes sparkling. “Wow~! These looks so good!”

“They ran out of cakes.”

“It's fine!” She says in an enthusiastic tone. “Rintarou! I'm not sharing these breads to you, okay?”

“Forgive me, Elise-chan!!” Mori cried out.

Chuuya whispers. “How long are we going to stay in here?”

You sigh. “I seriously don't have an idea. I wanna go back already.”

“It's fucking cramped.” He looks around. “There are a lot of people than usual.”

“I agree.”

“I saw a secluded area at the back. I'm going there.” Chuuya gently fix the black hat on his head. “You comin'?”

“Sure! But I think we should ask permission from the boss—” When you turn to Mori, he's busy begging for forgiveness on Elise bowing his head back and forth. “Uh.. never mind. I think he's really busy.”

“I can see that.” He sighs. “Let's go.”

At the back of Kamonyama Park is an area that has a small pond with a wooden bench at the center. There's also a sakura tree which covers the pond with its petals.

“It's so beautiful..” You scan the area. Your mouth drop open in awe. “I didn't know a place like this actually exists in Yokohama.”

“Yeah.” Chuuya agrees. He stares at you for a moment before asking, “Come to think of it, how long have you been in the Port Mafia?”

You face him. “Hmm, let's see.” You think. “I was here when the second boss reigns the Port Mafia, so I think I've been in the organization for a year and half?”

“A year?”

“Yup. I think it was January when they recruited me. I was away for several months for a mission and when I came back, the former boss died and passed down his position to the boss and that's when I met Dazai for the first time around June last year. So, I guess one year and three months?”

“Ah, I see. In that case, have you heard of this group called Young Men's Association?”

“Ah, that one.” You slap your hands together. “They're a group only consists of young men under the age of twenty-five. Some of those people are actually candidates to become an executive.” You stare at Chuuya. “Are you part of them?”

He nod his head. You smile widely. “They're a bunch of strong people. I met them once.”

Chuuya roll his eyes. “You mean they're a bunch of idiots.”

You giggle. “You're the youngest of them all. Do they tease you a lot especially with that short stature?”

He glares at you. “You're the one to talk. You're shorter than me, [Your name].”

“Well, I'm still fifteen. I'll still grow, ya know.” You said, sticking out your chest.

“That's my line.”

It's Chuuya's birthday and you skip along the corridor to find Dazai. “Dazai? Where are you?” You look around.

A tall young man is fast on his heels and accidentally bump you on your shoulder.

“Ow!”

He stop and turns to you. “I'm sorry. I'm in a hurry.”

The man in front of you has a deceptively sweet apologetic smile on his face, this young man looks so...

“Pretty....” You mumble.

He cock his head to the side, surprised by the sudden compliment. “Thank you.” Stepping forward, he crouch down to check on you. “Are you hurt?”

You shake your head. “It's fine, I was just surprised.”

“I'll make it up next time, I'm just really— super busy right now. See ya!” He wave his hand and walks away.

You stare at his retreating form and remembered you're in a search of that bandage shit mafioso. “Ah, right. Dazai. Where's that assface?”

You open the door in your room. Dazai is not around. You check under the bed, wardrobe and shower room. Nope, no Dazai.

“Where could he be at times like this?”

“Pssst.”

You jump and look around your room. There's nobody around you.

“[Your name]-chan! Heh-heh-heh... Hey, over here! Here!”

This voice....

You nervously dart your eyes around in search of that goddamn voice until you saw a waist-high steel garbage at the corner of your room. 

The garbage can rattled. Puzzled, you slowly approach and grab the lid pulling it off. 

“Boo.”

“AAAAAH!” You leap back in surprise and fell onto your butt with the lid still in hand. Inside the garbage can is Dazai with a triumphant smirk on his face.

“You motherfucker.” You shout at him nearly hysterical. “What the fuck— what are you doing inside my garbage can?!”

Dazai laughs and pulls himself out. “I've been sleeping here for days already. It's really comfortable.” He stretch his arms above his head and groans. “Not that smelly of course since it's only full of my used bandages.”

You stand up and glares at him. “I don't know what the fuck is wrong with you but really, a garbage can?”

He pouts. “I was about to scare you but you rarely visit your room anymore. So, you've been searching for me? What is it?”

A headache threatens to burst in your temple. “Nevermind. Get out of my room.”

“How mean! I heard you calling my name on the corridor. You need something from me! Spill it. I'm listening.”

You fold your arms. “Are you free for the day?”

Dazai beams. “A date? Are we going on a date?”

“It's Chuuya-kun's birthday tomorrow. I need to find a gift for him.” You deadpan.

Dazai's expression change. “Ah. Chuuya again?”

“What again?” You scowl at him.

He exaggeratedly sighs. “You're getting so boring day by day, [Your name]-chan. I think it's because you spend too much time with that slug. Can you at least entertain me for once without mentioning that... thing?”

Slug? You ignore him. “Are you going to accompany me or not?”

Dazai pretends to think. “Hmm. I'll go with you.”

“Okay. Let's go.”

“What present is on your mind?” Dazai ask out of boredom. “Why do you even bother making efforts on that chibikko? He's a complete waste of our time. Let's just go and play some arcade games.”

“Unlike you, he's a sincere person and the first one who considers me a friend. So, he deserves to receive a special friendship gift from me.” You plainly answer.

Dazai stops walking. “Huh. Are we not friends, [Your name]-chan?”

You continue to walk. “I don't think so. You told me I'm your plaything right? Your source of amusement— a toy whenever you're bored. Why would I think of someone who only use me for his own entertainment as my friend? That's unfair.”

“Fair enough.” He smiles and catch up beside you. 

You stop at the Iwaki Optimal.

“Glasses.... seriously?” Dazai snorts.

“I can't think of anything and I think it suits him.” You proudly say, grinning from ear to ear.

“Are you an idiot? What if he won't wear it because he doesn't need it in the first place?”

“Not my problem. It's up to him.”

Dazai sighs. “What a kid.”

“Shut up, Dazai.”

Your alarm rings at exactly six in the morning. The morning sun shining through the gaps of the curtain, cutting the room into two equal parts. You get out of bed and take a hot shower. After a few minutes, you wipe yourself with a clean towel and change your clothes. Fixing your hair, you wear a black headband with a ribbon on the top to match your look.

There's a soft knock on your door and you open it with a huge smile on your face. “Happy Birthday—” your smile instantly drop.

“Good morning, [Your name]-chan!” Dazai greets you with a smile.

“What the... it's only you.” You sigh. “Good morning, Dazai.”

“Yup! It's only me.”He slowly rake his eyes on you. “You dressed up really nice today, [Your name]-chan.”

“Oh, really. Thanks.” You went back inside your room to grab Chuuya's present. “Are you going to stay here?”

Dazai nods. “Yep! I'll be staying here for the day.”

“Don't do anything stupid, okay?”

He merely smiles, refusing to speak.

You're outside the Port Mafia headquarters. A black luxury car stop. You silently open the door to the back and saw Chuuya sitting on the other seat.

“Chuuya-kun!” You get into the car and offer him his present. “Happy Birthday!” You smile widely.

Chuuya accepts and hold it close to him, inspecting the box. “Seriously, you don't have to bother.” He looks away. “Thanks, [Your name].”

“You're welcome. But, where are we going?” You ask the Port Mafia driver wearing a black suit and sunglasses.

“We're going to my usual place. You'll meet them.”

“Who?”

“The Young Men's Association.”

Your eyes widen. “Really? Is that okay with you? What if I'll... I'll embarrass you by acting so awkward in front of them?”

“We don't really care about it.”

“Okay.... If you say so. But don't say I didn't warn you.”

“Right, right.” Chuuya dismissively wave his hand.

The car headed to an isolated residential area. It was quiet. The car drive stop in front of a store. An old brickwork building with a signboard, the name ‘Old World’ is written. You and Chuuya got out of the car. Quietly, the car drives off.

Chuuya open the door of the store. Pop! A dry sound echoes in the surrounding streets. You jump from surprise hiding behind Chuuya's back. “Chuuya! Happy sixteenth birthday!” The men's joyful voices echoes through the store.

You blink. Chuuya looked around at them with a bored expression on his face. “Are you all stupid?”

A tall man wearing a black coat and long white slacks with a happy smile on his face nudge Chuuya on the side. “What, aren't you happy? Everyone has gathered here for you—” His voice trails off. “OH! Chuuya brought his girlfriend!”

“HUH?”

Suddenly, you and Chuuya are surrounded by countless of mafiosi staring at you two with their eyes wide in surprise.

“What the fuck, Pianoman...! She's not my girlfriend!” Chuuya shouts.

“Fufufu... Chuuya's face is red. He's blushing.” A man sneer at him with a dark gaze behind his trimmed bangs. “I wasn't expecting Chuuya to have a girlfriend with that kind of attitude but here we are, I guess.”

“Shut up, Doc!”

You close your eyes from embarrassment.

This is so fucking awkward... What's with these people?

“Oh, it's you.” You open your eyes and look up. The tall pretty young man who bumped you yesterday is now standing in front of Chuuya.

“It's you.. the one with the pretty face.” You say. “You're friends with Chuuya-kun?”

He nod his head, smiling. 

Chuuya scowls and face you. “You've met Lippmann?”

The young man named Lippman answers. “I've bumped her yesterday on the corridor. It was the first time we met. Calm down, Chuuya.”

“I am calm!”

“So, what's the name of Chuuya's girlfriend?” A quiet voice ask at the back of the room.

Chuuya exasperatedly sighs. “Not you too, Iceman. She's not my girlfriend. For fuck's sake y'all. Listen for once.”

You step forward and bow your head. “Er, um, nice to meet you.. M-My name is [Your name]. Uh, um, I'm fifteen. Nice to meet you...” You stutter. “And... I'm not Chuuya-kun's girlfriend.. I'm his friend..”

Someone shakes your hand. “Nice to meet you Chuuya's girlfriend!” You grimace. It's a young, blonde-haired man with a piercing voice.

“Shut up, Albatross!” Chuuya growls. “Get away from her, everyone.”

“Aww, Chuuya is so possessive. How unsurprising.” The man named Lippman chuckles. 

“Boo, you deserve better, [Your name]! Find another boyfriend!” Pianoman said, disappointingly shaking his head. 

You can already feel your eye twitching.

They just don't listen, do they?

Chapter Text

The young blonde-haired man who introduced himself as Albatross has been talking nonstop for the past few hours and he reminds you a lot of Dazai.

Where did he get that energy to talk without stopping? You secretly wonder.

There are young people drinking, playing billiard and eating food that were displayed on the table. A huge banner is hanging on the wall with colorful designs: HAPPY SIXTEENTH BIRTHDAY NAKAHARA CHUUYA!!

You can't help yourself but to smile.

How nice it is to have such friends. They really do treasure Chuuya-kun on their group.

Chuuya glance at you and ask in a hush voice. “Do you want to go home?”

“Hm?” You turn to him and shake your head. “It's fine, Chuuya-kun. They seems to enjoy a lot whenever they see you.”

He roll his eyes. “We always see each other, that's just how they act.”

Pianoman leans his face close and you reflexively flinch. “So, Chuuya's girlfriend, are you part of any group in the Port Mafia?”

“Um, I'm not his girlfriend.... But,” He move away after Chuuya clicks his tongue in warning. “I've been doing solo missions ever since.”

“Woah, really? What are you in charge of? Chuuya's recently assigned to handle the jewel markets.” Pianoman stares at you. His eyes swimming with curiosity.

Albatross cheerily joins the conversation. “Are you an ability user, [Your name]?”

“How did you meet Chuuya?” Lippman ask, suddenly sitting beside Chuuya.

“Um.....”

Chuuya slam his fist on the table, growling. “What the fuck. Y'all ask a lot of questions! Pianoman, she's mostly assigned to assassinate criminal organizations who dares to oppose the Port Mafia. Albatross, she's a fucking ability user, Preludes & Nocturnes, a mind controlling ability. Lippman, we first met when I was taken to the Port Mafia headquarters alongside shitty Dazai to handle that Arahabaki case. Got it? Now shut your fucking mouth and mind your businesses.”His angry roar made the store's glasses rattle and vibrate.

You turn to Chuuya in panic. “Er, it's fine... Calm down Chuuya-kun...”

Pianoman sighs, shaking his head in disappointment. “Geez, Chuuya. Don't make a scene here. You'll scare your girlfriend. Don't be so cranky.”

You and Chuuya said in an exasperated voice except Chuuya is in a louder tone. “How many times do I have to tell you that he/she's not my girlfriend/boyfriend!”

He raise his hands in surrender. “Okay, okay. We get it. But Chuuya, did you just invite her to our usual place to what— for us to ignore her presence? That's mean. We ought to ask her questions.”

Iceman agrees and opens his mouth after a long silence. “That's right, I've also wondered about that. [Your name].” He calls your name in an oddly relaxing voice compared to the flamboyant intense association of young men in the room.

You stiffen. “Y-Yes?”

“Why did Chuuya brought you here? What did he tell you?” He ask with his arms across his chest.

You turn to Chuuya and warily said. “Um.. He said that he wants me to meet his group which is uh.. you guys..?”The moment you said those words, they all wear a wry smile on their faces. Chuuya visibly shakes, clenching his fist.

“Aww! So basically, Chuuya wants us to meet you!”

“Is that how it is? You should've admitted that one Chuuya.”

“Fufufufu~ Look at Chuuya's face.”

“What's this? An introduction for us to meet your future—”

Chuuya roars, his face completely red. “All of you, shut the fuck up!”

You grimace, covering your ears. They all burst into laughter.

By the time you went outside the Old World place, the sun has set. Bright yellow, orange and red colors smears the entire sky. The blinding rays of sun envelopes the city of Yokohama. Chuuya shield his eyes with a hand, looking at the sky.

“I made the wrong decision of letting you meet those fools.”

You giggle. “It's fine, Chuuya-kun. They're interesting.”

He pivot his feet to face you. “Can I open your present now?”

“Of course! But uh.. don't expect too much about it. It's my first time to give a present to someoneone so... I don't know what to give.” You sheepishly scratch your head.

Chuuya takes out your present from his pocket. “It's fine, [Your name].” He opens the box and lift the glasses to the front.

“Happy Birthday.” You say once again, grinning.

He grins back. “Thanks.” Examining the glasses, he tucked it on his breast pocket. “Let's go home?”

“Okay!”

Opening the door to your room, Dazai is sleeping soundly on the bed with a weird design sleeping mask covering his eyes. He's softly snoring. You glance at the room's central clock and note that its hand is pointing to 20:11. Approaching the bed, you cover Dazai's body with a blanket. You sit on the other side, staring at his sleeping form.

This guy is so weird.

You remember his words yesterday.

‘A date? Are we going on a date?’

‘You're getting so boring day by day, [Your name]-chan. I think it's because you spend too much time with that slug. Can you st least entertain me for once? ’

Hmm...

The next morning— You got out of the shower, combing your wet hair. Dazai wakes up and yawns. After a few moments, he sit up on the bed, staring blankly at you.

“Good morning, [Your name]-chan.”Dazai covers his mouth with a hand to stifle a yawn to come out.

“Good morning, Dazai.”

Silence. He stands on his feet and stretch his limbs on the air. “How was the birthday party yesterday?”

“Fine. I met Chuuya-kun's friends.” You answer him, eyes focus at the mirror while fixing your hair.

“You have something to do today?” Dazai ask, opening the cabinet and pulls out some medical tape. He sits back to the bed and examine the tape on his fingers.

“Nope. I'm thinking of going out. You wanna come?”

“Will Chuuya be with us?” Dazai unravels his dirty bandages and replace them with new ones.

“Nope. He's out for a mission.” You move towards him and watch as he disorderly wrap his neck with bandages.

“How did you know?”

“He told me.” You lightly stop his hand from wrapping another layer of bandages. “It's a mess. Let me do it.”

“Ah, he told you.” Dazai's lips curled with amusement. “Of course, of course.”

You delicately wrap another layer of bandages on his neck, humming a tune. Dazai leans his head on your chest, closing his eyes. “Where will we go after this?”

“Hmm... Do you want to go somewhere?”

“Anywhere is fine with me.” He mumble.

“Okay, then.”

You ate breakfast around 11:30 in the morning at Heichinro Honten, a Chinese restaurant. After, Dazai makes you play games in a Downtown arcade with him.

“I can't believe you wasted my four hours playing games with you!” You groan. “I told you, we should only stay here for a short time and you didn't tell me that four hours has passed!”

Dazai chuckles. “Well, you look so passionate doing your best to defeat my game character. I'll feel bad interrupting you.”

“Shut up. You did this on purpose.”

“Fufufu. Wanna play another round?”

“It's 15:38 already. I'm going back to the headquarters.”

Dazai pouts. “You've been so busy lately. During your day offs, you spend your time with Chuuya. You don't like to play with me anymore!”

“What do you mean by that? I played for four hours with you! Isn't that enough?”

“That's not enough for me.”

“Don't be fucking selfish, you prick.” You turn on your heels and walk out of the place. He follows, mumbling something under his breath.

“What did you say?”

“I expressed my longing for [Your name]-chan, who used to dedicate her entire time to me. Where is she now, I wonder?”Dazai spoke in a high-pitched whine.

A vein bulges on your forehead. “I heard that she's done of your shitty agenda and doesn't want to see your annoying ass anymore.”

“How painful! I'll miss her attention so much. Please do tell her that!” He place his hand on his chest. 

In your peripheral vision, you saw Dazai took out a folded paper out of his pocket, straightening it.

“[Your name]-chan.” Dazai stops walking.

You stop to look at his direction. “What is it this time?”

He open his arms and grins. “Starting today, I will not be bothering you anymore so can I ask for a parting hug?”

“Huh?”

“A hug. Please? This is all I ask for.”

A deep crease appears between your eyebrows and you take a step forward to hug him. Dazai tightly hugs back. After a few seconds, Dazai still didn't let you go, rubbing your back. You groan. “Uh? Can we let go now?”

“Of course!” He pulls away. “By the way, I have something extremely important to do, [Your name]-chan. Bye!” Without warning, he dash off in the other direction.

“What a weirdo....”

Chapter Text

After Dazai's bizarre parting hug, you decide to head back to the organization to rest. 

Everything about Dazai itself is bizarre but what does he mean by that?

You hear gasps and whispers from the mafiosi around. When you turn to them, they give you thumbs up and some wears a disappointing smile on their faces.

What..?

A group of mafiosi approach your way. You recognized these people as Murasaki Shikibu, Yōko Ogawa and Fumiko Enchi. If you're not mistaken, they joined the Port Mafia months ago.

“I'm sorry. I know it's not my business but of all people, why him?” Murasaki place a hand on her hip with a displease expression on her face.

“Huh? All people... what?” You ask.

“Shush! They look good together!” Yōko nudge her companion on the side. “I think you just need to tell him your feelings. It's up to him whether he'll accept it or not.” She said. Her eyes sparkling.

HUH? You blink twice, confused. “Um, what are you talking about—”

Fumiko fold her arms, cutting you off. “Just be careful of him, [Your name]. I'll tell you, he's bad news. Let's go.” She walks away. Her companions bid farewell to you and follows after.

“What.. What are they talking about?” You furrow your brows.

Another mafioso advance towards your direction. This time it's Yukio Mishima. “Yo, [Your name]!” Yukio raise his hand in greeting.

“Yukio-kun...”

“Just a little bit of advice for you.” He lean forward to whisper something on your ear.

Huh? What is it this time?

“I'm... I'm really confused.. what is this about?” You ask in a small voice, eyes darting around the place.

Yukio sighs. “I know it's a good idea for you to ask advice from us and I appreciate your determination but seriously, I just don't understand your taste in men.”

You scowl. “What did you say?”

He immediately moves away from you and start to wave his hands back and forth. “No offense meant of course! It's just... uh, it's obvious that he's really dangerous since of course, he's in the Mafia but.. just be careful!” He pat your head and walks away.

You're starting to get really annoyed. What bullshit are these people talking about?

Much to your surprise, you jump when someone gently pull your coat on the side to get your attention.

“Hey~ wanna play?” A cheery child-like voice asks.

You turn your head to face the owner of the voice and a child maybe around six to seven years old greets your sight. Their hair is two-toned, the left side white and black on the other, eyes have different shaped pupils, with the right being a yellow star, and the left a yellow ring. They are carrying a weird distorted doll.

“Um, hello.” You hunch down to face them. “What's your name?”

The child tilt their head to the side, eyes full of curiosity. “Kyusaku. Yumeno Kyusaku.”

“Nice to meet you! My name is [Your name].” You lift your hand for a handshake.

Kyusaku stares at your extended hand and give you their doll.

“Uh? What should I do with this?”

“Let's play!” They started to jump and down from excitement. “Play with me! Play with me!”

“Er, okay. But what game do you want to play?”

A rough hand covered with bandages interrupted you taking the doll off your hand. “Woah! This doll sure looks creepy!” Dazai grimace waving the doll in front of you.

“Dazai!”

“Hi, [Your name]-chan!” Dazai grin and turns to Kyusaku in annoyance. “Oi. Go back to your room.”

Kyusaku pout their lips. “Give it back! Give it back!” They said reaching for their doll.

Dazai roll his eyes and throw the doll on their waiting arms. “You're a walking disaster. Go back to your room or I'll tell Mori-san to lock you up.”

Kyusaku huff and walks away swinging the doll on their hand.

“I've never seen them before. A new member?” You ask, staring at Kyusaku's back.

“Mori-san took that child at a hospital he was acquainted at. He took custody of that troublesome brat since it's causing troubles to other children.” Dazai sighs. “The same ability as you, [Your name]-chan. A mind controlling ability.”

“Huh?” You whip your head to face him.

Dazai simply nod his head and smiles. “How are you, [Your name]-chan?”

You raise a brow. “What do you mean by that? We just saw each other an hour ago.”

Wait. “Did you perhaps do something stupid again, Dazai?”

Dazai innocently blink his eyes. “What are you talking about?”

Squinting your eyes suspiciously, you fold your arms across your chest. “A lot of mafiosi approached me and gave weird and unnecessary advices that I didn't really understand. Did you probably spread another stupid rumor behind my back like what you did to Chuuya-kun before?”

“What a cruel accusation! You hurt me, [Your name]-chan! Who do you think you're talking to?” Dazai ask flailing his arms in every direction. 

“You want me to answer that? I'm talking to you. You manipulative asshole, sadistic piece of shit, suicidal bandage maniac—”

Dazai takes an exaggerated step backward. He covers his face with a hand and dramatically groans in pain. “How mean! Is this how you treat the person that you like the most in the world?”

“What are you talking about?” You groan. “Just by talking to you is a complete waste of my time. I don't know what to do anymore.”

“What's this, [Your name]?” A jolly voice said behind you. “You have this secret thing goin' on behind Chuuya's back? Wow.”

It's Albatross— one of Chuuya's friends. A member of the Young Men's Association group in Port Mafia.

Dazai scrunch his nose. “Huh?”

You face palmed. “Albatross-san, what are you talking about?”

Albatross reach a hand to your back, pluck something out— a paper and hand it to you.

It has a message that says: I like Dazai Osamu. What should I do?

Your eyes widen. “W-What the...”

Dazai slowly takes a step back and silently trudge away from you. You crumple the paper on your hand and shout at Dazai's retreating back. “DAZAI! WHAT'S THE MEANING OF THIS!” Dazai already started running. You chase after him yelling curses and insults with every step of the way. “YOU SHAMELESS FUCKING BASTARD! HOW DARE YOU!”

“Fufufu Did your friends gave some helpful tips onto how to ask me out, [Your name]-chan?” Dazai ask as he burst out in laughter.

“Come back here! You.. You asshole!!” You sputter.

You finally understand why he asked for a hug a while ago. Parting hug, my ass. This sneaky shitty bastard. You can't believe you fell right into his trap.

“Manipulative garbage! Useless piece of shit! Fucking creep! Shameless motherfucker—”

“Boo, [Your name]-chan. Those kind of flimsy insults just bounces right off me, y'know.” Dazai sing songs, happily skipping.

You groan in frustration and look around for something to throw on that annoying bouncing form of his. You halt and take off your right shoe to throw it right on his head.

Dazai effortlessly dodges, picks it up and continue to run away from you. “I'll be taking this, [Your name]derella.”

Your mouth drop. “I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU DAZAI, REMEMBER THAT!!!!”

He chuckles.

With your right shoe missing, you embarrassingly take off the other one and walk barefooted on the way to your room. “Prepare yourself, Dazai. I'll make your life even more miserable, you bandage pest....” You grumble under your breath.

“[Your name]!”

It's Elise with her long blonde hair swaying on her small back.

“Elise-chan? What are you doing here?”

“Rintarou wants you to go to his office.”

“Oh. Like right now?”

She nod her head. “Yup! Right now, Rintarou said.”

You sigh. Looks like I'll be humiliating myself in front of the boss with my right shoe missing.

“Okay... Let's go.”

Elise holds your hand. “What happened to your other shoe, [Your name]?” she ask, staring at you in wonder.

“I threw it on that assface and he took it away from me.”

She giggles.

You clear your throat and said in a loud voice.

“Boss, it's [Your name].”

The door opens and the first thing you saw is tousled dark brown hair with bandages over his face. It's Dazai standing in front of Mori's desk with your shoe on his left hand.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” You growl.

Dazai gleefully shrug his shoulders, waving your shoe.

“Language, [Your name]-kun.” Mori chides. “Dazai-kun here already has the file for your mission.”

Your eye twitches. “I beg your pardon? Did you just say mission, boss?”

Dazai walks toward you and drop your shoe on the floor. “Isn't it wonderful? It'll be our first mission together!”

“No fucking way, Dazai. No. I can't do this.” You turn to Mori. “Boss— please let me have this mission all by myself. I've been doing solo missions ever since I joined the organization—”

Dazai sighs, dismissively flicking his hand. “Remember, you're not invincible, [Your name]-chan. Why do you think Mori-san assigned this mission to both of us? It means that... what?”

You scowl. “Huh? What?”

He grins and lightly poke your forehead with his fingers. “Use that stupid head of yours. What do you think?”

Slapping his hand away, you turn your attention back to Mori and said in an exasperated voice. “Boss... please.”

Mori hums. “This is an order, [Your name]-kun. I hope you understand and if I hear of a report that the mission was neglected because of a misunderstanding.... Do you understand?” Mori slowly smiles and look at you and Dazai at the same time. “What do you say, both of you?”

“Yes.... boss.” You bitterly answer.

“Okay, then go. I'm hoping for a good report.”

You bow your head. Mori quietly watch as you smack Dazai's head with your right shoe.

The door closed behind.

Chapter Text

A pleasant sky spread over Yokohama but it did nothing to ease your mood as you begrudgingly follow Dazai with heavy footsteps. It's difficult to move on from what he did a while back, especially after you embarrassed yourself in front of those mafiosi with the mortifying words written:‘I like Dazai Osamu. What should I do?’ taped behind your back.

Is Dazai out of his mind? 

Dazai and his cruel tactics just to make fun of you is making your blood boil from both anger and hatred. Oh, how hard it is to stop the sudden urge to twist his neck.

Dazai glance at your direction. He could probably feel the intense bloodlust on his back. “Geez... quit sulking like a grade-schooler, [Your name]-chan. What are you, ten? Fufufu.”

You glare at him in disdain, not saying anything. He raise a brow. “Oh, you're probably out of insults as of the moment. I'll give you a minute to compose your words.”

Silence. Dazai place a hand under his chin stroking the skin. “The silent treatment, huh? How awful. Hmm, let's see. How about we'll see Chuuya first before we head to our destination? You want to see your beloved Chuuya, right?”

Silence and murderous glare are directed on his way. “Ooops, I guess not... Then, how about some coffee first? I'll treat you. Vienna coffee for [Your name]-chan and Dazai!” He raise his index finger on the air.

Silence. “Ah! I know.” Dazai slap his hands together. “Let's try some different flavors from that ice cream truck downtown! The one we had before. You remember that right? In front of the Red Brick Warehouse!”

Silence.“No? Mmm..” He purse his lips. “Let's go to the beach and watch the sunset together! Sounds romantic for fifteen year old kids, right?”

You glare at him. Dazai sighs. “I get it. Let's have a quick visit of your family on Suribachi City. How about that?”

“Okay.” You reply and starts to walk to the other direction towards the Suribachi City.

“What a child.” He mutter under his breath and disinterestedly follows.

The Yokohama foreign settlement. Suribachi City was literally a city with a bowl-shaped depression. There had been a huge explosion that happened nine years ago, with a diameter of two kilometers, that had blown away both the local people and the land rights. And now, only the bowl-shaped uninhabited region remained. In that region, people had gathered and started to build a new town without permission from the government.

They are suspicious people who had been banned from the surface of Yokohama or hadn't legally existed from the very beginning. These people had lost the right to live and were in a legally tensioned situation. With these shady backgrounds, they built huts with their bare hands.

Eventually, the hypocenter became a city where people who were deceived by glory and jealousy lived. A miserable city where miserable people live. It's a land beyond the government's reach. A perfect land for illegal organizations just like the Mafia and its private transactions.

You and Dazai are walking downhill from Suribachi City. Dazai made a noise of disgust and you turn to him. “Do you have a problem?”

Dazai shakes his head. “This place reminds me of Chuuya. I hate it.”

Ah. The Arahabaki case.

You stop in front of a small rusty house covered with tarpaulins. You firmly knock on the wooden old door. “Mom, it's [Your name].”

The door opens and a woman around her mid-fifties greets you. Her eyes are warm as she examines you and Dazai.

“[Your name]!” She hugs your form. “How are you, my little daughter?”

You take a deep breath to prevent your tears from falling. “I'm doing fine, Mom. How's Dad?”

She pulls away and smiles. “He's taking a rest. Do you want to come inside and introduce to me that sweet little boy beside you?”

You blink.

Sweet.... little boy? Who? Dazai?

What the fuck?

Dazai's eyes beam as he exuberantly offer his bandage hand. “It's a pleasure to meet you ma'am! My name is Dazai Osamu. I'm [Your name]'s boyfriend—”

You stomp on his foot hard. Dazai groans in pain but his face remain neutral.

She blinks in confusion and is about to accept Dazai's hand but you immediately pull him away from her. “No!”

“What...? [Your name], that's rude.” She place a hand on her hip.

You avert your gaze. “I'm sorry...”

Dazai gives a questioning glance at your direction.

“It's also nice to meet you, Dazai-kun.”

“Mom. I'm just here to check you and Dad. We're going now.” You tug Dazai's wrist. “Take care of yourself. Tell Dad I miss him so much.”

“Of course I'll tell him, [Your name]. Take care, okay? I love you.” She said with a sad smile on her face. “Please pay a visit again, next time.”

“I love you too, mom.”

Dazai bows his head and trails beside you.

“Are you okay now, [Your name]-chan?”

“I feel better. Thanks, Dazai.” You pat his shoulder. “So, what's our mission all about?”

Dazai pulls out a rolled document from his pockets and handed it to you.

Find the missing traitor of the Port Mafia?

You turn to him. “A traitor?” Dazai hums. 

Name: Yukio Mishima

Age: 19

Ability: Confessions of a Mask

Your eyes widen in disbelief. “No fucking way... Yukio-kun?!” He was one of the mafiosi who approach you this afternoon.

Dazai made a face. “You know him, right? Alongside you, he was forced to join the Port Mafia all by the order of the second boss.”

“He was just on the headquarters awhile ago...” You mutter under your breath. “Do you know where he is right now?”

“Takasekai.” Dazai look at your face for a while and opened his mouth to continue. “He's from the Takasekai organization. Remember one of the opposing organizations of the Port Mafia alongside Sheep and GSS? The Sheep had already disbanded and the entire GSS organization were wiped out nine months ago.”

“Ah, shit... I thought we're already done with those organizations.” You click your tongue. “We're doomed. What should we do, Dazai? He already knows that the boss sent us to kill him.”

Dazai smirks. “Well, that's why I'm here, right? I'll assist you, [Your name]-chan.”

You grimace. “Ah, right. I forgot.”

“How cruel!”

Taking a bite of your sandwich, you ask Dazai. “So, what's the plan, Dazai?”

“Raid his place, of course. The headquarters of Takasekai is not in Yokohama and it's a bad idea, a waste of our time and energy to involve the entire organization over something like this. He's not an executive nor something important. They won't fuss over his death.” Dazai takes a step forward to take a mouthful of your sandwich. You glare at him.

“Let's make it like he's gone missing.”

“Exactly! [Your name]-chan, you've finally learned to think a little bit.” Dazai pats your head.

“I don't want to hear that from you!” You slap his hand away. “So, where is he staying now?”

Dazai trace a circle on the air. “Yokohama Bay Hotel.” He pause. “[Your name]-chan, I want you to lure him out of the building with your ability.”

You furrow your brows. “He already knows my ability, Dazai.”

“That's the point. I'll be waiting outside his room, okay?” Dazai grins.

The Yokohama Bay Hotel Tokyu is located in the Queen's Square Yokohama complex, which includes a concert hall, shops and spacious gardens. It is directly connected to Minatomirai Subway Station.

Yukio Mishima is currently staying at the top floor of the hotel. Taking the elevator, you press the button to the top. Dazai hums as he rock his feet back and forth. The elevator opens with a soft ding and you step out, silently walking towards his room.

Dazai wave his hand. “I'll be staying here. Good luck, [Your name]-chan!”

You roll your eyes and takes a deep breath. Twisting the doorknob, it's open much to your surprise.

It's unlock? A trap?

You swiftly open the door and a sharp knife slashed across your face. Some of your hair strands scatters on the air as you quickly dodge and twist your body to the side, kicking him on his stomach. He was thrown on the wall with a loud thump.

“Not bad, traitor.”

Yukio laughs hysterically and stumbles to his feet. “Tell me your stories, [Your name].”

Huh?

You feel a sting on your left cheek. Blood trails down on your face.

Fuck. It's the knife from earlier!

In a flash, Yukio raise his knife on the air and slit his arm. Crimson red blood drips on his arm.

“假面の告白 Kamen no Kokuhaku.” He mutters under his breath and a blinding yellow light surrounds his body. 

You close your eyes. 

Preludes & Nocturnes.

To your surprise, when you open your eyes to use your ability, they are firmly closed. “What the...?”

Yukio maliciously grins. “Not too fast, [Your name]. Now, please do entertain me.”

Dazai... Where's Dazai? Fuck. I told you, it's useless, assface!!!!

You grit your teeth. You try to open your mouth but they are tightly sealed.

“Tell me your deepest secrets, [Your name].” Yukio's voice echoes on your mind.

Your mouth started to open against your will. “I used my ability on my dad. Mom died three years ago so I manipulated his mind to use his ability, Dissolving Illusions, to create a replica of my deceased mom.” Your lower lip trembles.

Yukio clap his hands fron delight. “Interesting! So his ability has been activated for the past three years? Not bad! Tell me another one!”

Shut up shut up shut up shut up!

Your heart threatens to leap out of your chest. 

Make it stop. Please. Make. It. Stop.

“I let the Mafia capture me just to get away from my Dad and to live a life outside Suribachi.”

You feel lightheaded.

Stop. Stop. Stop. Please. Stop! Stop talking!

“I heard you live on Suribachi City! I can't blame you for that. Another one!” Yukio steps forward.

[Your name], shut up for fuck's sake!

But your mouth continues to talk. “I once killed all the residents in one housing complex by dropping some poison into a water tank.”

“How barbaric. Well, then... tell me one last time. I want to confirm something. Something personal, is that okay with you?” He whispers on your ear. “I want you to shout the name of the person that you want to see the most right now.”

Screw you. How did this all went from my deepest secrets to someone that I want to see right now?

But r ight now... I want to see...

Chuuya's face flashes on your mind.

Chuuya-kun would help me this instant! This bastard wouldn't stand a chance against the gravity manipulator ability user.

You're startled when your mouth opens and calls out the name that you hated the most. “Dazai Osamu!” 

Huh? What the fuck?

Ding.

“Huh?” Yukio takes out a phone from his pockets. “Pffft. You're with Dazai, [Your name]? Did you finally confess your feelings to him?” He mocks.

You motherfucker—

Yukio snickers. “What a bunch of kids. He was captured by my colleagues. That crazy brat tried to break into the storage room to obtain some information.”

Dazai went to the Takasekai organization alone? Since when?

“Oh, they're here now!” He walks away and open the door.

A gun shot can be heard and the sound of body hitting the concrete floor. Your eyes whip open and you turn to the doorway.

Dazai is standing with a bored expression on his face. He's holding a gun on his right hand.

“Dazai! How did you...”

Dazai grins.“You called me, [Your name]-chan?”He snickers and wave a communicator on his left hand. “Mori-san already gave the mission to me before we went to the arcade station this morning. I was busy collecting information from the communicator I swiped off him a while ago.”

You eyes widen in shock.

Don't tell me... that time.

‘By the way, I have something extremely important to do [Your name]-chan, bye!’

“That time after you ask for a hug... you went to this place?”

Dazai nod his head. “Yup! But I immediately went back to follow you on the headquarters!”

You eye twitches. “Huh?”

He shrugs. “I had to make sure that the paper won't fall off on your back y'know.”

“I really want to smack your head right now but let's get out of here first.”

Dazai's eyes glint. “Of course! By the way, he's not dead yet. You know what to do.” He point his finger to Yukio's body on the floor.

You lure him out of the hotel and is now on the secluded area of Minamidai Kodomono Mori Park. There's no one around since it's already late at night.

You use your ability to let Yukio bite the curb.

Dazai whistles. “Wanna do the honor of killing this imbecile?”

You shake your head. “Do it, Dazai.”

His eyes sparkles. “[Your name]-chan! This is actually my first time to execute a traitor of the organization!”

“I know. Let's get this done with.” 

“Now, now. Shall we continue?” Dazai grins. His eyes glinting maliciously. Without at least a single warning, he kick the back of Yukio's head, shattering his jaw.

You turn your head away.

Yukio writhes in agony. You take the gun on Dazai's hand and is about to shoot Yukio's body but Dazai continues to kick his head.

The night air is filled with the sound of bones breaking from the continuous impact.

You gasp. “What the... Hey, Dazai...” You shake his shoulder. He pays no attention to you. “Stop it already.” You grab his hand.

Dazai stops to stare at the corpse of Yukio under his feet. He then turns to you with a nonplussed look on his face.

“That's enough, Dazai.” You said in a weak voice. “Let's go back home.”You aim the gun on Yukio's chest and shoot his body three times.

Dazai gives a dull smile and tilt his head to the side. “Home? Ah, right. Home. Hahaha you're right, [Your name]-chan.” He chuckles. “You're right. You're always right.”

“The cleaners are on their way. Let's go back.” You put down the gun and let go of his hand.

Dazai lightly caress your left cheek and wipes the blood with his thumb.

“Dazai...?”

He licks the crimson liquid off on his thumb and reach out his hand to hold yours.

“Okay. Let's go home, [Your name]-chan.”

Chapter Text

Mori sits at the center of the office with a content smile on his face. There are two suited guards behind him standing staunchly and expressionless.

“That was fast, both of you. I'm genuinely surprised.” Mori said. His eyes sharp and calculating.

Dazai cross his arms, staring blankly at Mori. You lower down your head, gazing on the floor.

“Good work, Dazai-kun, [Your name]-kun. I'll be calling you two again tomorrow.”

You bow your head and silently walks out of the office. Dazai sighs and follows behind you. The silence of the long corridor is ear-splitting as you and Dazai head back to your room. Red carpet sprawled all over the floor muffles the sound of your agonizing footsteps.

“[Your name]-chan.” Dazai started.

“I know what you're going to say, Dazai.” You didn't look at him. Your weary eyes are glued to the long corridor ahead. “You heard everything.”

“It finally answers my question as to why your family is still living in Suribachi when the Mafia pays well and of course, when you pulled me away from your mom when I was about to shake her hand.” Dazai mutters with his index finger rubbing under his chin. “If I touch her, I'll nullify your father's ability and she'll disappear.”

He glance at you, eyes glinting with deep interest. “How fascinating, [Your name]-chan. Apart from that, I haven't thought of you as someone who kills innocent people out of boredom. It's true then, appearances can be deceiving. You're the living proof of it.” He lightly chuckles, seemingly amuse of the situation you're in.

It took all your will not to slam his head against the wall. He has already planned everything. Dazai just want answers on his questions.

He is always ahead of everyone and you hate how he's just going around playing with people's heads out of amusement.

I'm having doubts whether I really like him or not. I'd rather suffer from a heart failure instead of liking this manipulative piece of garbage.

You clench your fists on the side. “It was the time when the former boss ruled the night of Yokohama and ordered me to kill all the redhead boys in the city just because one red-haired brat was caught scribbling on the former boss's car. He was livid.”

Dazai didn't say anything. “I saw one of those children running back to that one housing complex so I eliminated all the residents just to make sure.” As Dazai opens his mouth to speak, a sudden voice calls from behind interrupting him.

“Hey, [Your name]!”

Your eyes widen and you turn to the person walking towards your direction. It's Chuuya.

“Oh... Chuuya-kun...” You let out a tired smile. “Welcome back.”

Chuuya scratch his head and looks away, muttering something under his breath. “Yeah, uhh.. thanks.” He then shift his attention to Dazai and scowls. “What the fuck?”

Dazai has an ambiguous smile on his face. “Fancy meeting you here, Chuuya! Though, I'm pretty sure you're just here to take [Your name]-chan away.”

“Shut up, shitty Dazai.”

An exasperated sigh came out of your lips as you rub your aching temples. Dazai's piercing voice is ringing in your head. “Do you need something from me, Chuuya-kun?”

Chuuya clears his throat. “Ah, right. The guys wanted to invite you to the place again, tonight. If that's okay with you.”

You beam. “Really? Of course, I'm in!”

Dazai looks back and forth between you and Chuuya. “I'll come too!” He cheerily raise his hand on the air.

Silence. You face palmed.

Chuuya growls. “No fucking way.”

Dazai blinks and feigns confusion. “Why not? I'm sure you'll be playing some interesting games, win prizes, drink some good alcohol, and probably stay up all night. I should be there also.”

“Can't you see that you're not fucking invited, you shameless bastard.”

Dazai pouts. “How cruel, Chuuya. You know what, you can't take [Your name]-chan with you. She's tired. We just got back from our mission and we're going to sleep now. Toodle-oo!” He place an arm around your shoulders and lightly push your back to move forward.

Chuuya grits his teeth. “Fuck you. Go crawl back to your hellhole, Dazai. Nobody wants you here.”

“Right back at you, Chuuya.” Dazai points a finger to Mori's office with a cruel smirk playing on his lips. “Why don't you just go and work your ass off to rise to the top, hm? Or should I start to do my work properly to achieve that executive position you're aiming at? How about that?”

“Dazai.” You said in a warning tone.

“I'll fucking kill you, bastard.” Chuuya close the distance between Dazai and raise his right fist. Before his fist could collide on Dazai's face— it stop.

You stand in front of him. Chuuya lowered his fist and give a murderous look directed at Dazai.

“That's enough.” You glare at Dazai.

Dazai outwardly shrugs. “Are we going to sleep now, [Your name]-chan? We're early tomorrow.”

“Chuuya-kun,” You turn to Chuuya. “I'm afraid I have to decline. The boss will be calling our attention tomorrow for another mission.” You bow your head to apologize. “I'm sorry. I'll make it up next time.”

“It's fine, [Your name].” Before walking away, he glare daggers at Dazai. Dazai just merely smile at him, waving a hand.

“Goodnight, Chuuya-kun.”

“Goodnight.” Chuuya grumbles.

Dazai roll his eyes. “How sweet. Let's go now.”

You furrow your brows. “Shut up. Stop provoking him, Dazai. You know how sensitive he is especially when—”

“I already know that. Making fun of Chuuya is fun. Try it sometime.” Dazai flick his hand in dismissal.

You change into your pajamas and tuck yourself comfortably under the soft covers. Beside you, Dazai is staring at the ceiling with a blank expression on his face. The bandages over his right eye starts to loosen and you try not to peer too much. After a few minutes, Dazai opens his mouth to speak.

“[Your name]-chan.”

You turn to the side to face him. “What is it?”

“Do you like Chuuya?”

The sudden question takes you by surprise. “All of a sudden?”

He shrugs.“It just came to me.”

Silence filled the room as you take your time to think.

“You didn't answer my question, [Your name]-chan.” Dazai turn his head to you. His lips tightly pressed together forming a thin line.

You pause to think one more time. “Mmm. I think I like him because he's a good and reliable person.”

“I see.”

You waited for a beat whether Dazai would ask questions again. When he didn't say anything for minutes, you slowly close your eyes, dozing off until Dazai opens his mouth again. 

“[Your name]-chan.”

His sharp voice lightly startled you. Your eyelids are heavy but you still answer him. “What?” You stifle a yawn to come out.

“Who would you most likely to pick if I asked you to choose between me and Chuuya?” Dazai ask, shifting his position to face you.

“......”

“I see.”

Mori is kneeling on the floor picking up discarded dresses. Elise on the other hand, is busy throwing the frilly dresses with an angry pout on her lips. “Rintarou! I don't want to wear them!” Elise said in a loud voice.

“Come on, Elise-chan. Please wear the dress. Just for a little bit, okay? Just put it in for a quick second!” Mori begs clasping his hands together.

“I don't want to! Never!” She shakes her head.

“Come on, Elise-chan. Please try it on, okay?”

“No!”

Mori offers a red fluffy dress to Elise with a puppy eyes. “Please? I put a lot of effort into picking it out. Look at these crimson frills! They're like flower petals. I'm sure you'll look great on it!”

You and Dazai are standing on the doorway watching the spectacle with a bored expression. You take a step forward. “Boss? You called us.”

Elise perks when she hears your voice and run to hide herself behind your back. “[Your name]! Rintarou is forcing me to wear dresses that I really hate the most! I hate his desperation. Stop him!”

“Uhh.. I'm afraid I can't do that, Elise-chan. I have a mission to tend to.”

“Come here, Elise-chan!!!”

“Mori-san, the file. We'll be out for the mission. Where is it?” Dazai ask in exasperation.

“Oh!” Mori stands and open the filing cabinet. “It's here.”

Dazai takes it and read the content of the envelope. “Ah, even at death, that traitor is really something, isn't he?”

“That's right. Apparently, Yukio-kun took a flash drive in the communications storage room on the second floor. Kindly retrieve it both of you.”

You internally sigh. Why do we keep on losing valuable things? First, the document months ago that contained all information of abilities in the organization and then this stupid flash drive? 

Mori smiles while reaching out to pull Elise away from you. “Good luck. I'm looking forward on the results.”

Although the early morning spring breeze is not as biting as the winter, it's still cold. Dazai walks ahead without a care on his surroundings, crossing the street even when the sign is red.

You bow down to apologize to angry drivers and honking of cars. “Dazai!” You catch up to him. “What the hell. We can just wait for the go signal. It'll only take minutes of our time!”

Ignoring you, Dazai walks briskly as though his heels are going to slice through the ground.

What the fuck is wrong with him?

He throws the communicator to you and you scramble around to catch it. “I took it on his room last night before we left. It seems that some of his colleagues are aware that we're after the flashdrive.” Dazai halts then turn to face you. His eyes devoid of any emotion. “We're not going to engage in a fight. Let's just sneak into their headquarters to retrieve the missing item. Questions?”

“None.”

The Takasekai organization's headquarters is located at Kawasaki. Since Yokohama to Kawasaki only takes 20 minutes, you arrive early hiding behind the trees in front of the organization.

Dazai pulls out a phone from his pockets and punch some digits. “You go inside first. Use your ability and don't make a single noise.”

“Okay.” You take a deep breath and close your eyes.

Preludes & Nocturnes

You silently walk towards the entrance where three armed men are guarding the area. They immediately raise their machine gun preparing for a combat but stop when they saw your eyes.

“Move.”

They obediently sidesteps to let you enter the building. Dazai follows behind. It's true that they're aware of the mission given by the Port Mafia since each floors, there are four men guarding their respective station. You reach the top floor. There are five armed men surrounding the room and you hastily made eye contact with each one of them. Dazai stood unmoving behind your back. They drop their weapons in a dazed.

“Great. Let's find that stupid flash drive.” You went to each one of the cabinets, checking them. Dazai opens the drawer of the desk located at the center of the room. 

“There's a small safe here but it's lock. It's probably here.” You wave the black metal box. “But there's no key and I can't open it.”

“Oh, that's easy. Pass it over to me.” You hand the safe over to Dazai.

Dazai shakes the safe and confirms that there is indeed something inside. He looks around and found a nearby trash can, rummages through it and finds a paper clip. He bends the tip of the paper clip with his finger and inserts it into the keyhole. Dazai wriggles the paper clip and within a second, the lock opens with a satisfying ‘click’ sound.

“There, it's open.” He opens the lid of the safe and peers.

The flash drive is inside.

“Oh, thank god.” You sigh in relief. “Let's get out of here.”

The paper clip falls to the floor and both you and Dazai bend down to take it— blue light appears on your hand. The mere physical contact with Dazai deactivates your mind controlling ability. 

“Fuck.”

The armed men inside the room regains control and point their guns to your direction. Dazai grab your wrist to take shelter behind the desk to avoid the raining bullets.

“Fuck. I didn't know your nullification ability is always active!” You stare at him with a stupefied look on your face.

Dazai shrugs. “Well, now you know.” He looks around and throw a chair on the glass window, shattering it.

You gawk. “No fucking way, we're at the sixth floor!”

Dazai pulls out his phone and turns to you. “Do you want to live, [Your name]-chan?”

“What the fuck are you talking about? Of course, but I can just at least make an eye contact with one of these idiots and—”

Dazai cuts you off. He pulls your hand and sprint towards the broken window. “Let's do it then. Double suicide with [Your name]-chan!”

“What the fuck, Dazai!”

Dazai jumps out of the building dragging you down with him. You didn't know what to feel even after seeing the countless of trees below that would at least prevent you two from dropping dead on the ground. But it doesn't mean that it would be a soft landing.

The sickening crunch of bones rings on the air as you landed first on a tree, slip on its thick branches and fall headfirst on the ground. You groan in pain. Dazai suffered the same state.

“What the..” Dazai groans in pain. “We're alive....” He disappointedly said.

“Y-You... stupid...” Your vision became blurry and you hear the honking of a car nearby.

Chapter Text

You slowly flutter your eyes open adjusting to the bright light of the fluorescent lamp above. When your vision start to focus and the surroundings became clearer, you scan the place with your eyes.

Where am I? You lolled your head to one side and found Dazai lying on a bed on the other side of the room. Shuffling, you tried to move your battered body but a bolt of fire popped through your aching form and you whimper in pain.

The door opens and a figure steps inside. “I'm glad you're awake, [Your name]-kun.” Mori said. He's wearing a white coat and stethoscope hanging from his neck. “You were out for almost five days together with Dazai-kun here.”

“Five... days?” Your voice croak in disbelief.

Mori scratch his temples. “I check your wounds and estimated at least 2 months for you to have a full recovery. Take a rest and good job on the mission.”

“Thank you... boss.”

He turns to Dazai. “On the other hand, Dazai-kun hasn't waken up at all.”

You open your mouth to say something but every ounce of word hurts so bad. You utter a single word that would summarize your question. “Dead?”

Mori shakes his head. “Unfortunately for Dazai-kun, he's still alive. He just probably needs more time before he wakes up.”

“Okay..” You sigh in relief.

You are clueless on the days you spend confined inside the room. There's a calendar hanging beside the door but you have no idea of the current exact date so you deemed it useless. Not to mention— your monotonous routine consists of eating nutritional foods, taking medicines, staring at the window then craning your neck to see if Dazai is still breathing. Every time you try to move even an inch, an excruciating pain knocks you out.

What day is it today?

“Pssst. [Your name]-chan.” A mischievous velvety voice calls your name on the other side of the room. You jerk your eyes open and turn to the bed beside you. His unkempt curly dark brown hair is everywhere and the bandages on his neck are tied loosely showing some of his skin.

“Dazai...”

“Pfft. You look awful, [Your name]-chan.” Dazai chuckles, pointing at your disarrayed form.

You glare at him. “Whose fault do you think is this, assface?”

Dazai sits up, cursing in pain. “Ugh... I hate pain.” He move his body sideways to scan your miserable state and takes the crutches on the side, slowly walking towards your bed, limping.

“You can... move?” You incredulously ask him.

“Of course. The pain is all too familiar to me, I just couldn't get used to it.” Dazai mutters and stop to sit on the side of your bed. “Isn't this great? We'll be together for months without that slug around.”

You roll your eyes. “I actually hate it.”

“Did Chuuya visited you while I was out?” Dazai ask while fixing your hair with his fingers.

“No. He's probably... busy.”

Dazai beams. “Really? Oh, that's great! I don't wanna see his face.”

“Whatever.”

“I guess we'll be spending my birthday together confined in a room with matching wounds and bandages!” Dazai moans. “A dream come true of mine! I should savor this moment!”

“You're crazy.”

Dazai made a face. “Well, [Your name]-chan.. how about you try to move your body even a little bit.”

You wince. “I tried... but I can't.”

“Hmmm.” Dazai furrow his brows and poke your bandaged leg. “Try to move your leg, this one.”

“Don't poke it, asshole! It hurts.”

“Come on. [Your name]-chan, just a little.” He nudge it with his elbow and white spark covers your vision. You howl in pain and instinctively kick him with your other leg.

You grit your teeth at the heat that pierce down your body as you desperately tries to take shallow breaths through the pain. ”Argh! Fuck!”

“Oops, sorry.” Dazai sheepishly moves a little away from you and said in a small voice. “I didn't mean that one.”

“Y.. You! Get the fuck away from me!!” You shout at the top of your lungs.

According to Dazai, a week has gone by and you made a little bit of progress—moving your body without knocking you unconscious. Still, you can't walk even with the crutches around so you settled down by staring mindlessly at the wall. “Dazai.. what's the date today?” You ask him.

He is sitting beside you reading a thick hardbound type of book on his hand. “It's May 24, [Your name]-chan.”

You glance at the book on his hand. “What are you reading?”

“Have you heard of John Forbes Nash Jr.?” Dazai ask with no context.

A crease appears between your eyebrows. “No. Is he a new member of the Port Mafia?”

Dazai blinks and laugh. “Hahahaha!” He pat your head. “He's an American Mathematician specializing in game theory, differential geometry and partial differential equations, not a new member of the organization, I guess.”

You roll your eyes. “Duh, I didn't know. So you're reading his book?”

He hums. “Mori-san has been stuffing his books into my head so I decided to read one.”

“Is that so? How boring.”

“Daydreaming is much worst, [Your name]-chan.” Dazai reminds you.

“I'm not daydreaming!”

Dazai is silent as he thinks. Then he look at you and said with a serious face. “You've been stupidly staring on that wall for almost twenty minutes.”

“I was thinking of something! I'm not stupid all the time you suicidal assface.” You fold your arms. “I wanna go back to my room so I wouldn't be able to see your annoying face.”

Dazai roll his eyes and close his book with a loud thump. “You mean, you want to see Chuuya.”

You raise a brow. “Is it just me or you've been mentioning Chuuya-kun quite a lot for the past few weeks?”

Dazai only stares at you with a bored expression on his face.

An imaginary bulb flickers on your head. What... Don't tell me!

You lean your face close to Dazai. “I get it. I'm so stupid, Dazai!”

“Huh?” Dazai leans closer and you push his face away with your hand.

“You're too close. Well anyway, let me tell you something. I love to read stories.”

Dazai tilt his head to the side in confusion. “So? Am I supposed to congratulate you or what?”

You glare at him. “No. I meant that I'm open to these kind of things, you idiot.”

“Kind of things...” Dazai repeats. “Then....” His eyes sparkles.  “[Your name]-chan! I can't believe this!”

You beam. “I know, right? It may not be obvious but I'm an open minded person.”

Dazai grins. “Any suggestions, [Your name]-chan?”

The sudden question made you squeal from excitement. “Okay, okay. Listen, Dazai! First, you should ask their preferences!”

He nods. “Of course, that's important. Second?”

“Surprise them!”

“Huh? Is that so? Third?”

“Ask if they are in a relationship, duh!” You raise your index finger on the air as if stating the obvious.

Dazai purse his lips. “That doesn't really matter to me. Fourth?”

You grin. “Confess to them.”

“Oh, that also depends to me but I didn't know you're into these things, [Your name]-chan!“ He laughs.

“That's my line, Dazai. I'm happy that you confided to me about it since I always have my suspicions at the beginning.” You offer him a thumbs up. “So when are you going to tell Chuuya-kun?”

Dazai blinks. “Huh? Chuuya?”

“When are you going to tell Chuuya-kun about your feelings? If you need help, just tell me okay? Chuuya-kun and I are friends so I can set you up both if you want to.”

Dazai's mouth drop. “Are you serious?” He sneer. “I don't like that slug.”

“Huh? But... You've been asking about Chuuya-kun nonstop so I assume that you like him...” You furrow your brows. “Then, what were you thinking earlier?”

Dazai blinks. “I thought you're talking about a R-18 book.”

“HUH? Are you crazy?!” Your face went red. “I don't read books like that, you pervert! We're fucking fifteen! Get your perverted mind out of the gutter!”

Dazai ignores you and place a hand on his face. He shake his head. “I already know that you're an idiot [Your name]-chan but this really takes you to a new level of ignorance.”

You grab the book on his side and smack him on the head. “Shut up! It's just that you're all Chuuya-kun, Chuuya-kun these past few weeks! You can't blame me for that!"”

Dazai cried out, rubbing his head. “That hurts, [Your name]-chan! Seriously... You just don't get it, do you?”

“Huh? Get what?” You scowl.

He sighs as if you're being stupid on purpose.

The door slams open and Chuuya stands on the entrance with his eyes wide open. “[Your name]!”

Dazai roll his eyes. Chuuya march towards you and scan your body up and down with his sharp blue eyes. “You look like shit. Can you even move properly?”

“It's been a long time indeed, Chuuya-kun.” You sarcastically said. “I can move but I still can't walk properly.”

“That's fucked. Does it hurt like shit?” Chuuya points your legs.

You nod your head. “It actually hurts like hell.”

Chuuya sighs and turn to Dazai. “What, you're here?!”

Dazai grins. “Hi, Chuuya!” He greets with fake cheer. “Unfortunately, [Your name]-chan and I failed on our double suicide mission but here we are! Alive and kicking.”

Chuuya's eyes narrowed into slits. He grab his collar and pull him close. “You suicidal maniac! I am too fucking familiar with your schemes! I already know it's your shitty plan to jump on that fucking six storey building!” Dazai simply grins. “Are you out of your mind?!” Chuuya's voice sounded like it arrive from the pits of hell.

“Chuuya-kun, that's enough. It's all for the sake of mission. Calm down.” You tap his back.

Chuuya pays no attention to you. His livid eyes directed to Dazai. “I know your plan, bastard. You sadistic piece of shit.”

Dazai's eyes darken as he chuckles. “Aw.. you know me too well, Chuuya. But it did work, you know. I mean, look at our condition. Should I say now, mission accomplished?”

“You—”

“Chuuya-kun, please.” You said in a tired voice. “Please, just go. Sort out your feelings to each other in private please.” You push them apart. “Dazai, stop provoking him.”

Chuuya recoils away from Dazai in disgust. He glares at Dazai and Dazai looks back at Chuuya. “I swear, Dazai. Do this shit again and I'll fucking kill you.” Chuuya storms out of the room slamming the door shut.

“What....” You gape at the door who is now shaking from the inserted force.

Dazai stretch his hands. “He started it.”

“Why do you two hate each other so much?” You ask.

“Even if I tell you [Your name]-chan, you wouldn't be able to understand so I'll save my explanation.” Dazai pats your head. “This head should just stay out of people's business, okay?”

“Argh! How am I suppose to stay out of your business when you two kept on bickering each other in front of me?!” You shake your head. “The tension between the two of you is killing me. It's too much.”

Dazai raise an eyebrow. “Too much? What do you mean?”

“Oh, never mind.” You dismissively wave your hand. “It's none of your business and you wouldn't be able to understand so I'll save my explanation.” You said, mocking him.

“What the hell! Did you just— ugh. Get that stupid mind of yours out of the gutter, [Your name]-chan. I already told you, I have no taste in men.” Dazai groans with a look of regret on his face.

“Really? But there's definitely something going on between you and Chuuya-kun. I can't explain it but there's a tension that I couldn't quite put a finger on it.” You repeatedly tap your lips with a finger.

Dazai sigh and turns to you. “Well, it seems like you wouldn't really believe me so I'll resort to this.”

You blink at him. “Resort to what, Dazai?” You look down on his hands to check in case he's holding another pair of cuffs but there's none. You don't want a repeat of being tricked like what he did during the Hanami festival.

He smiles. “This, [Your name]-chan.”

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Dazai slowly bend his body forward. Your heart starts to beat really fast as his face is now inches away from yours.

Thump thump thump thump thump

The door opens and a stiff Port Mafia bodyguard wearing a black suit and sunglasses is holding a silver tray with two glasses of water and a bunch of medicines. You push Dazai away, stumbling back to press yourself against the wall. Dazai clicks his tongue.

“I apologize for disturbing you two but the boss sent this.” He place the tray on the nearby table.

“N-No, you're not disturbing at all! Thank you so much! Good work!” You press your index and middle finger together and place them on your temple mimicking a salute. The bodyguard is slightly taken aback of your strange action and hesitantly bows his head before closing the door.

Silence. “Let's, uhhh.. take our medicine.” You grab a glass of water sipping the liquid to cool down your rapid heartbeat.

Dazai didn't say anything and just continue to stare at the door. “How annoying.” Dazai murmurs and stand. He unsteadily walks towards his bed to sit down.

You lay down on your bed, facing the wall. Somebody help me. It's so fucking awkward here.

A week later, Mori checks your condition and Dazai. “How do you feel, both of you?” Mori ask as he scribbles something on his memo. 

“My left hand hurts a little but I can manage.” Dazai said, flexing his fingers.

You solemnly stare at your bandage legs. “I still can't walk even with the crutches around, boss.”

Mori thoughtfully thinks then turns to Dazai. “Dazai-kun, can you walk properly with the help of crutches?” Dazai nod his head.

“That's good. You can return back to your room today. As for you, [Your name]-kun, you'll probably be staying here for a couple of weeks.”

Your mouth drop. “No fucking way.”

Mori sighs. “The two of you has been confined in the room for a month already but Dazai-kun has made a progress compared to you. He'll be returning back to do missions as soon as possible.”

“Give me a week, boss. I can do this.” You said in desperation.

Mori nods. “Let's see. As for now, take a rest.”

You slump your head on the wall. “Oh, god. I hate this so fucking much.”

Dazai raise his hand. “Can I stay too?”

Mori shake his head and smiles. “No, Dazai-kun. I already have missions prepared solely for you.”

“But [Your name]-chan needs someone to assist her. Look at that idiot, she looks so pathetic.” Dazai fold his arms.

Before you can open your mouth to antagonize Dazai, Mori chuckles. “You're worried about that? That's not a problem at all. Chuuya-kun will be the one to assist her. He'll be having his day offs and will accompany [Your name]-kun for a week.”

Dazai scoffs. “That short hat rack? He's only good at destroying things. He'll be deemed useless here.”

Mori hums. “I believe Chuuya-kun is the only one in the organization who is wearing a hat, so it's probably him. Yes, he'll be the one to assist [Your name]-kun whether you like it or not, Dazai-kun.”

You snicker. “Don't mind him, boss. He's just jealous.”

Dazai gives a nasty glare at your direction. “It's a misunderstanding, Mori-san.”

Mori blinks. “You mean Dazai-kun is jealous because of Chuuya-kun?”

Huh? You scratch your head slightly aggravated that Mori doesn't seem to catch your point. “Um, no, boss. Dazai here is jealous because I've been hogging Chuuya-kun's attention lately.”

Dazai resist the urge to roll his eyes. “She's a complete idiot, Mori-san. Don't mind her. This idiot definitely needs some medical attention.”

“Hey!”

Mori chuckles. “I think it's the other way around.” You tilt your head to the side, confused. Dazai didn't say anything. “[Your name]-kun, Chuuya-kun will start tomorrow.”

“Okay, boss!”

Dazai sighs. You furrow your brows. “What, Dazai?”

He roll his eyes and said in a loud petulant voice. “I said you're so stupid, [Your name]-chan.”

Your eye twitches and you reach a hand to smack him but stop when Mori clears his throat in warning. “I would really appreciate it if the two of you would cease fighting in a violent manner.” Mori looks at you and Dazai.

“I'm sorry... boss. It's.. Dazai's fault! He called me stupid.” You point Dazai's smug face. “You assface, Imma punch that idiotic face of yours."

Dazai stick out his tongue. “Oh, yeah? You can't even walk so good luck with that, [Your name]-chan. If you want to, you can go and start crawling. I'll cheer for you.”

“You piece of—”

Mori sharply cuts in. “Dazai-kun, start packing your things. I'll give you ten minutes.”

“Yes, yes.“ Dazai take his books on the nightstand and hand you one. “Here, it's time for you to get to know the newest member of our organization.”

You take the book and saw the cover. It's the hardbound book that he was reading weeks ago—a book written by John Forbes Nash Jr.

“Oh. Hahaha, very funny Dazai.” You laugh. Dazai laughs too. After you stop laughing, you switch back to your strictly annoyed face. “Come here. I'll fucking kill you.”

Dazai shrugs. “What? Instead of reading stories as what ‘you had said’ earlier, how about you read something useful for once? That would be a great help on your part.” His lips slowly stretch into a smirk and he tap his head. “Right, dummy-chan?”

A vein bulges on your forehead. “Y... You $@#&%$@@$#&@#$&##! You stupid son of a bitch!”

Mori's eyes widened on your not-so-appropriate-and-must-be-censored-insults. Dazai burst out laughing. “That's it. We're leaving now, [Your name]-kun.” He walks toward the door and opens it for Dazai.

“Sure, boss. I'll be back for a week, I promise!” You bow your head. Mori nods.

“Toodle-oo, [Your name]-chan! I'll be staying in your room for the meantime, okay? Adios!” Dazai wickedly grins and close the door.

“YOU—! COME BACK HERE!!”

Someone softly knocks on the wooden door snapping you awake. You open your bleary eyes and sits up on the bed, yawning loudly. “Who is it?” You ask, rubbing your eyes.

The door opens and a short person steps inside the room. It's Chuuya.

“Uh, sorry. Were you still sleeping?” Chuuya put his hands on his pocket and walk towards you.

“I just woke up.... Why are you so early, Chuuya-kun?” You groan.

“The boss told me to wake you up at six in the morning.” Chuuya looks around.

“Oh, okay....” You doze off.

Chuuya snap his fingers in front of your face making you jump. “I'll call someone to bring your breakfast.”

Closing your eyes, you lean your head against the wall. “That would be great, thank you.”Chuuya sits beside you and take out his phone dialing a number.

“Chuuya-kun....” You mumble.

“What?” Chuuya ask, eyes not leaving the screen.

“What's the date today?”

Chuuya turns to you. “Huh? It's June 8. Why?”

“Eleven more days...” You stretch your limbs. “I'm still sleepy.”

“You can sleep for a minute. They're still preparing your food.”

“Yaayy.” You lean your head on Chuuya's shoulder and giggles. “You don't mind, right?”

Chuuya's body stiffen and he immediately relaxes. “Uh, yeah. I don't mind. I'll wake you up if the food arrives.”

“Thanks, Chuuya-kun.” You drawled and close your eyes, drifting to sleep. Chuuya gently caresses the back of your head with his other hand and you mumble incoherently, snuggling closer.

Your body is swaying back and forth as you feel two arms gripping on your shoulders shaking your whole being. “[Your name], wake up. Dammit. You've been sleeping for an hour. The food is already cold.”

“Ugh.. still sleepy..” A drool slip from your lips to Chuuya's shoulder.

“Argh, gross! Hey, I said wake up!” Chuuya violently shakes you.

“I am awake!” You lift your head and wipes the drool off your chin.

“I've been waking your ass nonstop and you wouldn't budge, idiot.” Chuuya roll his eyes and grimace on the wet smudge on his shoulder.

“I'm not an idiot! Why does everyone calls me that?” You begrudgingly take the tray and place it on your lap. “Geez. The food is cold now.”

“I told you. Do you want to heat them up?” Chuuya ask while patting the wet area on his shoulder with a black handkerchief.

“No. It's fine. Hot or cold, it's still a food.” You point your fork on his wet shoulder. “What happened?”

“What do you think?” He snaps.

You tuck your chin in. “Oh. I don't drool in my sleep in case you'll ask.”

“Really? Then explain this shit right here.” Chuuya glares at you.

“Um, a tear drop?” You sheepishly grin.

Chuuya's eye twitches. “Are you fucking stupid?”

“What the hell? Are you trying to pick a fight with me?”

“Don't try me, [Your name]. If I want to, I can blow you all the way to the next town over.”

You smirk. “Oh, Chuuya-kun. Before you can even utter the word ‘gravity’, I'll be controlling your mind with my ability.”

“You—”

“Now, now. Don't get so angry, Chuuya-kun.” You pat his back.

“Just fucking eat already!” Chuuya takes the spoon from your hand, slice the sunny side egg into two and shoves the half into your mouth.

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Chuuya's violent way of feeding the cold food leads to an unfortunate series of you coughing viciously and him repeatedly handing you a glass of water. Smacking a fist against your chest, you hastily gulp down the cold liquid, still coughing. “Are you trying to kill me?” You glare at him, displeased.

He grimace. “I actually didn't mean to choke you with it, sorry.”

“Geez.”

After devouring your breakfast, Chuuya handed you the medicine and you finish it in one gulp, sticking your tongue out in disgust on the tangy aftertaste.

“It's gross.” You gag.

“Of course it should be. It's a medicine after all.” Chuuya stands to fully scan your form with his eyes. “So, back to the matters at hand. Can you walk properly now?”

“I tried last night with the use of crutches and I managed to walk for at least five steps?” You make a face. “It's really hard to maintain my balance.”

Chuuya crack his knuckles. “Then let's get this shit started. Let's begin with some leg strengthening exercises.”

You start to sweats nervously. “O.. okay. Please be nice to me, Chuuya-kun.”

His eyes are harboring flames. “I won't promise, [Your name].”

The exercise as what Chuuya called it lasts eight hours per day. Sometimes, he use his gravity manipulation ability to assist you such as to regain your balance or to prevent you from falling face first on the floor. Little by little, there are improvements even though Chuuya's patience is wearing thin like the short-tempered person he is but he didn't lash out and firmly guides you every step of the way.

Finally, on the eight day, you can walk without the use of crutches on the side. Chuuya grins, beckoning you forward. “That's good, [Your name]. Just a little more.” He's standing at the end of the room, offering his hand to you.

Small beads of sweat forms on your forehead as you slowly reach out to accept his waiting hand. With a victorious smile on your face, you proudly say. “I did it!”

Chuuya pats your head. “Good job, [Your name]. What you'll do now is to take a rest and you're good to go tomorrow. I'll tell the boss.”

“Thank you, Chuuya-kun!” You bow your head.

Chuuya flick a hand. “It's nothing.”

You take out a Kitkat bar on the drawer beside him and offers it to Chuuya. “Here. I'm giving this to you. I have an extra so you can have it.”

Chuuya takes it and thoughtfully open the wrapper. “[Your name],” A pause. “About Dazai.”

“Hm? What about Dazai?” You walk to your bed and sits, stretching your legs. Chuuya follows, munching the flavored wafer Kitkat bar.

Chuuya looks like he want to say something but opted not to. “Nothing. Just be careful next time.”

“Yeah, I will. Out of the blue, that asshole decided to jump on that six-storey building of the Takasekai organization.” You let out a disappointed sigh. “It's a good thing that the trees below prevented us from plummeting to our deaths. It was awful.”

Chuuya roll his eyes. “Suicidal maniac.”

You giggle. “You guys are so funny. I really adore your relationship with Dazai.”Chuuya stops eating. He face you. “You two may dislike each other so much but I can tell how you guys set it aside especially when it comes to a pinch situation. The unconditional trust between the two of you amazes me.”

Chuuya scowls. “It's all for the sake of mission, nothing more.”

You grin, nudging him on the side.“Oh, is that so?”Chuuya groans.“Aside from that, it's already June 16 right?”

“Yeah. You have something to do these days?” He ask.

“It's Dazai's birthday this 19. What should I give to that assface?”

“A rope or poison. He'll appreciate it.” Chuuya deadpans.

You agree. “That's a good idea.”

“It'll be grand for sure. That shitty bastard dying on his birthday.” Chuuya stands and head towards the entrance. “I'm going out to the usual place. Meet me tomorrow, okay?”

“Sure! See you!” You wave a hand, smiling. Chuuya waves back closing the door.

“Rope or poison... huh.” You mutter. Taking out your phone, you search The Complete Guide to Suicide by Wataru Tsurumi.

You scan the results of the book. It was a book published on 1993 and has 198 pages. Scrolling down, you found out that it sold more than one million copies and finds it incredibly amusing that Dazai wasn't part of those people who bought the book. 

1. Overdosing

2. Hanging

3. Self-defenestration

4. Slashing the wrist and carotid artery

5. Car collision

6. Gas poisoning

7. Electrocution

8. Drowning

9. Self-immolation

10. Freezing

Each chapter begins by assessing the method in terms of: the pain it causes to the readers, effort of preparation required (time frame or such), the disturbance it may cause for others and its lethality. It rates from 1-5 with 5 as the highest rating.

Oh, Dazai would definitely love this one.

Browsing once again, you found a local antique bookstore that sells a copy of the suicide book.

“Fuck.” You immediately stand and takes your black coat on the side with you. There's only one copy left. You can't afford to let anyone buy that goddamn book.

You stormed inside the place and head to the counter. “Good morning. Um. May I have the copy of a book written by Mr. Wataru Tsurumi titled The Complete Guide to Suicide, please?”

The lady behind the counter gives you a look. “Oh, of course. Give me a minute.” She scurries behind to find the book on one of the shelves. 

You look around the area. It's the same bookstore that you and Dazai visited months ago.

“Here it is, miss. That would be ¥560 please.” She hands you the book. “Should I place it in a bag?”

“That would be great. Thank you.” You take out your wallet.

Inside the Port Mafia building is a wide spacious area that covers the whole first floor of the headquarters with the signage ‘Mori Corporation’ facing the entrance. The glass doors open and you sneak inside, hiding the bag behind your back, walking briskly to the elevator until—

“[Your name]-chan!” Dazai's unnecessarily cheery voice booms around the building making you freeze. You slowly turn to him. He open his arms wide. “I miss you! I didn't know that you are already—”

Oh shit.

Before Dazai can even finish his rambling, you turn on your heels and bolt out of the spot leaving his mouth gaping down at you. A moment of silence and then he shouted, “Tag, you're it!”

“No! Don't follow me!” You shout running away from him.

“Why not? It's fun!”

“Just don't follow me, you stupid Dazai!” Taking the elevator is a bad idea so you take the stairs to the second floor, hot on your heels.

“Why are you running away from me and what's that brown bag you're holding?”

“It's a food!”

“Really? Waaa~ Give me some!”

This shameless piece of shit.

“No, Dazai! This is not for you!” You reach the third floor and whip out the keys from your pocket. Before you can insert it on the keyhole, Dazai's hands are on the either side of your head, trapping you. You hug the bag on your chest.

“I know it's not a food, [Your name]-chan. I was about to let it go but then you ran away from me and piqued my curiosity. What's in there?” Dazai cock his head to the side waiting for your response.

“Uh, um, it's for... Chuuya-kun... An appreciation gift of mine since he's been there for me for the past few days.” You stutter, shying away from his gaze.

Dazai leans forward and you flinch from the proximity of his face. “Chuuya again?”

“Huh? Of.. of course. Now go away. Do something instead of annoying me, please.” You push his face away and he pouts.

“It's always Chuuya and Chuuya and Chuuya with you, [Your name]-chan. I wouldn't be surprised if you'll turn into another Chuuya tomorrow.”

You roll your eyes. “Don't be dramatic. Get out of my sight.” You turn around and open the door to your room. 

“What....” Your mouth drop.

Dazai place an arm around your shoulders, giggling. “Do you like it?”

If looks could kill, Dazai would've drop dead to the ground by now.

“What... What the? What is this?!” You shriek.

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The room looks like the gravity manipulator ability user Chuuya had a fight with an invisible opponent or just Dazai himself. Everything is a mess starting from the white curtains that looks like they were cut in a clearly intentional way. Bright light peeks through the room, dirty bandages are lying everywhere on the floor and a long colorful decorative drape with the sign 'WELCOME BACK [YOUR NAME]♡' hangs on the wall.

"Do you like it? I prepared it for you yesterday because I'm sure you'll be back anytime of the week!" Dazai said while smiling widely. His cheeks are flushed with joy. It's almost like an excited little boy the day before Christmas.

You froze. He prepared this mess for me?

What surprised you the most is that there are no single cracks on the wall—at the very least. Apart from that, your room looks like a reception room inside an abandoned shipyard building. Multicolored decorations are one after the other and the crimson carpet greets the entrance of the wide room.

Dazai giggles. “Do you like it, [Your name]-chan?”

You let out a quiet breath and willed yourself not to cry in front of him. 

What the fuck just happened to my room?

Dazai slowly blinks when you remained still beside him. “Oh, my. Are you speechless? Should I give you a moment to yourself?”

“What...” You mutter under your breath.

“Hm? What?”

“...my... room...”

“What? I can't hear you.

You turn to face him, tears prickling at the corner of your eyes as you started shaking his shoulders violently. “What did you do to my room?! How could you!”

Dazai tilt his head to the side, puzzled. “Huh? What did I do..?” He repeats. “I designed it for you. Actually, I forgot to pick up the bandages on the floor. Don't mind those.”

A painful headache throbs on the side of your head. “Dazai... Get out this instant.”

“But—”

“Get out.” You shout, pointing to the door. “Get out of my room!”

Dazai stares at your face. “You don't like it?” He whisper in a small voice. “I thought you'll love the designs since I pick the colorful ones.”

You stare at the crimson carpeted floor, exasperated. “Can't you see that I'm mad, Dazai? I was out for a week and this happened. You made a mess in my room while I was gone.”

“Should I redo them? You can stay at my room and I'll change them to your liking—”

“No.” You shake your head. “Please, get out.”

Dazai open his mouth to say something and closes it. He head towards the cabinet, take his medical tapes and walks out the room slamming the door shut. You step inside and looks around the mess. The decorations are done with delicate hands and you just noticed the heart at the end of your name. With a loud groan, you fall face first on the bed, closing your eyes.

I'm such an idiot. Dazai is also an idiot. I guess idiots do flock together.

You force your heavy eyes to open.

Ding.

Huh?

Ding.

Ah, shit. My phone.

A sudden pain bursts across your neck due to the sleeping position of your head facing the side. Fumbling on your pockets, you take out the phone and flip it open. The harsh light made your eyes squint in annoyance.

Huh? It's still 9 am. I only slept for an hour. You sit up to wipe the drool on your face.

Ding.

(Are you still coming? I'm at the place.) It's Chuuya.

You slowly stretch your head to the side, you type a message. I thought it'll be tomorrow? I just woke up from an hour of deep slumber.

Ding.

(Huh? Check the calendar, idiot.)

You let out a groan mumbling that you're not an idiot. You open the calendar application to check the date. June 17, 20XX displays on the screen.

What? I slept for 26 hours?!! Oh, god.

Scurrying on the bed, you dash to the shower room to take a quick hot bath. Wiping yourself with a clean towel, you push open the wardrobe. It reveals a clothing rack, high quality clothes without a single wrinkle visible on the fabric. You pick one out mindlessly and put it on through the sleeves. Combing your hair, you step out of the room.

Black luxury pickup car waits outside the headquarter, waiting for your arrival. A Port Mafia driver silently opens the door to the backseat.

“Take me to the Old World, please.”

You get into the car and close your eyes, leaning your head on the window side. The black car drives smoothly along the main road of Yokohama.

“Um, sir?”

“Yes, ma'am?”

“Have you seen Dazai around?”

“Ah, Mr. Dazai Osamu. He's out on a mission. I sent him to his destination early in the morning.”

“I see... I wonder if that asshole is angry...” You mumble. The driver pretends he didn't hear anything.

After a few minutes, the car stop at the place. You get out of the car and it silently drove off.

Taking a deep breath, you knock on the heavy wooden door. The door opens. Pianoman's grin greets you. “[Your name]! Glad you made it! Come inside!” He ushers you inside the store. You look around and found Chuuya eating his breakfast. 

“Your boyfriend is there. He's in a cranky mood, so be careful.” Pianoman playfully nudge your side.

“He's not my boyfriend.” You correct him and walk towards Chuuya's table. “Hey.”

Chuuya looks up to meet your gaze. “Hey. Have you eaten?”

“Not yet. I was in a hurry after finding out that a day has passed and that I've been sleeping for the whole 26 hours.” You sit beside him, resting your head on the table. “I'm such an idiot, Chuuya-kun...”

“I'm glad you're aware of that but what happened?” He ask, munching his food. “Order some breakfast first before rambling.”

“I'm not hungry...” You groan. “I want to talk to you.”

“About?”

“About Dazai—”

“Fufu.”

Albatross suddenly appears behind your back. “I haven't told Chuuya about it, [Your name]. I want you to praise me for not opening my mouth.” He said out of nowhere and give you a thumbs up.

You lift your head to face him. “Told him.... what?”

Albatross gasp and pouts. “You already forgot? The one written at the paper months ago or was that weeks?”

Chuuya looks back and forth between you and Albatross with a puzzled look on his face. “Huh? What is this about, [Your name]?”

“Paper.. written months ago..?” You repeat in confusion.

Albatross sighs. “Argh. That you like that Dazai Osamu, the right-hand man of the boss!” He said, voice loud.

The once busy room turned quiet in a matter of seconds. He immediately cover his mouth and dart his eyes around then turns to you with a sheepish look. Silence. You hear dramatic gasps from the young mafiosi around as if Albatross' words just sinks in to them. They start whispering to each other in small voices and you immediately panic.

Lippman march towards your direction and slam his hands on the table startling you. “What? You like Dazai Osamu?”

Pianoman covers his mouth with a hand. His eyes wide in shock. “What.... That Dazai? I mean there's no other Dazai than Dazai Osamu but seriously? Him?”

Doc who is leaning at the back of the room sneers at Chuuya. “Oh. What to do, Chuuya? She likes the person that you despise the most. How sad.”

Iceman who is drinking his coffee at the counter didn't say anything. Chuuya turns to you and scowls.

Is it just me or the store seems to be shaking?

“N-No. You've got it wrong!” You turn sharply to Albatross and he looks away pretending to be busy. “It was Dazai himself who wrote it on the paper!”

Doc sneers. “We didn't hear you denying it, [Your name].”

“Um, no. Listen, I don't like Dazai—”

Pianoman cuts in. “You know that Dazai torments Chuuya right? That's why Chuuya needs to be an executive before him in order to obtain those records. ” He inserts. “But of course, I'll be the first one to become an executive here. Seriously. No offense meant on your part and I'm just wondering here. Why do you like that guy?”

“No. Actually—” You want to say something but your words fell on deaf ears.

Chuuya slam his glass of water on the table, smashing it. “Well, it's actually obvious, [Your name]. Don't sweat it and it's none of our business.”

It's obvious? What is this? Why is this happening? Your chest feels heavy and the sneer looks from the people around make you sick to your stomach. Slamming your hands on the table, you stand and run out of the place.

“[Your name]!”

I hate it. I hate this so fucking much. Just when I was about to gain some friends... shit like this happens.

You wipe the tears on your face and crouch down at the alleyways, sobbing.

“[Your name]!” Chuuya shouts your name behind your back. “There you are. Listen—”

You stand and face him with an angry look. Tears flooding your vision. “Listen? Why should I? After cutting me off and now you want me to listen to you? Fuck you.”

Chuuya steps forward and you recoil. “[Your name].”

“Don't come near me. I hate it.. I hate it so much when you don't listen to me...” Unwanted memories starts flashing back and you groan squeezing your eyes shut.

“[Your name], calm down.” Chuuya says in a worried voice. He's already picking up on the growing tension emanating from you. “Let's go back to the place.” He touch your shoulder and you smack his hand away.

“No! No! Don't touch me!” You start to hear voices replaying at the back of your head. You should've listened to me, dad. This is your fault. Because of you mom is—

You gasp. No no no no. You cry and put your hands over your ears to silence the voices. “Stop. Stop it. Please stop.”

Chuuya grip your shoulders, lightly shaking your frame. “[Your name]. Calm down. Breathe.”

It's your fault. It's your fault.

You shove Chuuya away and run out onto the street. Chuuya shouting your name was the last voice you heard.

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You darted past people. Adrenaline course through your veins. The static pound of your footsteps echoes as you feel a bead of sweat trickle down your forehead. Your breaths are excruciating and frantic. Eyes filled with tears, calves scorching from sprinting, the ground is dark and damp as you fell down to your knees, crying loudly. Your gasping hiccups disturbs the serenity of the forest.

Your phone starts to vibrate. You rummage on your tight pockets and hurl the ringing device to the ground causing the battery to separate from its body, cutting short the pesky chime. Minutes turn to hours as you sprawl on the soiled ground, unmoving. The wind whistles through the camphor shaking its soft leaves. As you listen to the melodies created by the wind softly swaying the tree branches, your worries seem to vanish for a while. You lolled your head to the right. Meters away from you stood two trees that were cut down in half and your eyes widen in realization.

This is your secret base with Dazai. Your lower lip quivers and you take a long deep breath to steady yourself. Your chest tightens as you remember what you did to Dazai yesterday. I'm sorry Dazai...

The smell of rotting leaves burns your nostrils and your eyes crack open revealing the ethereal view of the night sky. The strawberry moon shines through a web of leaves illuminating the whole place. Sea of twinkling glittery stars can be seen in glimpses through the tree gaps. “Beautiful....” You whisper to nobody in particular. 

It's like that time of the year but he's not around this time.

You peer on your watch and the small numbers of 03:11 displays on the screen. Sitting up, specks of the soiled damp ground hang onto your muddy clothes. You wrinkle your nose in disgust at the horrible lingering smell of dried sweat on your skin. You gag. “Argh, this is so fucking disgusting.”

Lifting yourself up, you stretch your hands on the air, rubbing the kinks on your back. You decide to trudge back to the headquarters but the narrow path at your feet fades as it leads you to the darkness of the eerie woods. Swallowing down your saliva, you mutter a small, “Crap.” and went back to set the separated battery on your flip phone, turning it on.

16 missed calls
21 unread messages

Scrolling down the messages, they are all from Chuuya and one from Dazai.

(Where are you, [Your name]-chan?) 08:54 PM

You shake your phone and check for signals but there's none since you're in the middle of the goddamn forest. This is the consequences of your action so you shouldn't complain.

Damn it. You sit back on the muddy ground and flop yourself on the back. 

What should I say to Dazai when I see him tomorrow? Should I just avoid him? Argh.

How about to Chuuya-kun?

You're still a little bit annoyed of what happened but no good will come out if you'll hold a grudge to someone especially to a dear friend.

Clearing your throat, you start to practice your lines for tomorrow's flow of conversation with the gravity manipulator user. You don't want to be a stuttering mess while talking to Chuuya.

“Chuuya-kun... Um.” You pause. “Uh, sorry? Damn. Should I say sorry? Damn it. What should I do?” You groan in frustration.

Once again. “Chuuya-kun... About what happened, I'm sorry for.. uh,” Scratching your head, you struggle to find the words. “For acting like that...?”

You imagine the scenario in your stupid little head.

‘Chuuya-kun... About what happened, I'm sorry.’

Chuuya sneers in disgust. ‘Forget it, [Your name]. Don't talk to me ever again.’

You internally cry, shaking your head to erase the thoughts. No. No, Chuuya-kun is not like that.

One more time. “Chuuya-kun... About what happened yesterday, I'm sorry for acting like that. I know you didn't mean to cut off my words and I understand why your friends got so defensive. First of all, I should be held accountable for being so sensitive. Please forgive me.”

Good. That's good. I'll say those words tomorrow.. and then Chuuya-kun will respond...

‘It's fine, [Your name].’

You beam.  Right. That's how Chuuya-kun will surely respond to your apologies. 

Wait. Isn't it too out of his character? Argh, damn it.

One more time! “Um... Chuuya-kun... Fuck. What is it again?”

You forgot.

Damn. “For fuck's sake, [Your name]. Don't be an idiot. Remember it!”

Uh. What was it again?  “Umm.. about what happened yesterday...” You close your eyes remembering the exact words you said minutes ago. “I'm sorry for acting like that... Wait. And then what?”

A monotonous voice helps you out. “Chuuya-kun... About what happened yesterday, I'm sorry for acting like that. I know you didn't mean to cut off my words and I understand why your friends became so defensive. First of all, I should be held accountable for being so sensitive. Please forgive me. There, now try once again.”

“Right!” You slap your hands together. “Oh, god. Thank you so much—”

Huh? Your eyes widen. You bend your head and a dark figure looms on your back. Your heart leaps out in your throat and you let out a shrill scream, rolling your body sideways to draw back from the figure.

“Pffft. Hahahaha! Calm down, will ya?” The figure laughs in a velvety voice and steps forward revealing himself.

You froze. “No way... Dazai..!” Your eyes burn. What you said to him this morning came back and you let out a sob as guilt gnaws inside you. Advancing forward, you leap towards his frame. Stunned, Dazai trips on himself and you both fall onto the muddy ground. You end up between his legs, clutching his dark coat. “I'm sorry.... I'm sorry for saying those mean things.” Your chest feels heavy and your throat tingles. “I'm sorry... You did your best... I'm such a shit...”

Dazai blinks and lightly chuckles, gently patting the crown of your head. “Geez, it's no big deal, [Your name]-chan.“ He reassures you. “On my way back to the headquarters, I bought some new designs that will fit to your liking.”

You shake your head, voice muffled against his chest. “No, no. It's okay. You don't have to change it. I'm sorry.... I'm sorry Dazai... I'm sorry.”

Dazai force you to look at his face, squishing your cheeks with his hands. “I already told you that it's no big deal, right? I mean it.”

“But.. I know how lazy you are... still, you made effort to do them... and the least I could do is to appreciate them... but I didn't...” You continue to cry. 

“It's fine, [Your name]-chan. Stop crying now, okay?”

Sniffling, you rest your head on his shoulder and tightly grasp his coat. “Okay...”

Dazai feels the hair strands faintly tickle his skin. He then encircles your waist with an arm and draws you in closer. “Shush. Now your face is dripping with snot already, disgusting.”

You manage to say, “Shut up,” as you bury yourself in his body.

“How intimate.” Dazai giggles.

“Ugh... Shut up, assface. I hate you. I hate you so much.”

He laughs. “Lies, [Your name]-chan. Lies.”

It's warm. Warmth radiates from your shivering frame as you stir in your sleep. You snap your eyes open as a gentle puff of breath on your head wakes you up, causing you to snuggle closer to the source of heat. When you realize that your head is resting on Dazai's chest, your eyes nearly pop out of their sockets. His black coat is slung over your body, protecting you from the harsh cold, and his arm is firmly wrapped around your waist. Your face burns from embarrassment.

“Good morning, [Your name]-chan.” Dazai crack an eye open and grins. He rolls to the side and your head landed on his left arm. “It's still early. Sleep some more.”

“What... What is this!” You push his face away, cheeks heating up despite the cold.

“Oh, [Your name]-chan! I had the best time of my life!” Dazai giggles. 

“Ugh. You're such a creep, Dazai.” You lift your head off his arm and sits up folding your arms across your chest. 

“Says you who is burrowing on me the whole morning.” Dazai sits up and yawns.

You huff and take his coat from your body and drape them around his thin shoulders.  “What, now?” You ask, combing your hair with your fingers.

“Let's go back to the headquarters. By the way, have you memorize your line yet? How about you practice once more?” He slyly suggests.

Your nostrils flare. ”Y....You! Shut up!”

The smell of sweaty bandages and dried sweat mix with the smell of rotten leaves stinks to high heaven. Dazai doesn't appear to mind, but when everyone else wrinkles their noses around you, you're already burning with embarrassment. “It's so embarrassing.... I think I'll die.” You mumble, face red.

“Oh. Don't mind them, [Your name]-chan.” Dazai hums.

You move your feet to the concrete stairs towards the Port Mafia headquarters. Dazai follows bobbing along behind you, humming a tune. The glass door automatically opens by itself and you head to the elevator pressing the third floor button.

Dazai opens his mouth to speak. “[Your name]-chan. What do you think is the most beautiful way to bid farewell on this lonesome world?”

All of a sudden? You think. “Instead of desiring death, how about just waiting for your time to come?”

He grimace. “I hate waiting and it'll be so boring! I want to die!” Dazai said, waving his bandage arms around.

“That reminds me. I have this favorite author.. he was really great. My favorite book of his is called The Setting Sun.”

Dazai put his arms back on the side and stares at you. “Was? What happened to this author?”

You let out a bitter smile. “It was not a good ending at all. In the end, he committed a double suicide with a woman.”

Dazai's eye sparkles. “W-What? How marvelous! I'm jealous! What's the name of this man?”

You say his name. “Apparently, he committed suicide on the 13th of June and his body was found on the Tamagawa Canal together with his lover on the day of his birthday.”

Dazai's mouth drop. His cheeks flushing red with admiration. “A double suicide! I need to find a beautiful woman to commit the same acts as that man! Right now!”

You roll your eyes and avert your gaze instead on the exhilarating view of Yokohama. “Don't, Dazai. I don't want you to end up like him.”

Dazai shoots a brow upward. “Oh? This is the first time I hear you voicing out your opinion in regards to my suicidal tendencies.”

“It's just that, Dazai you are—”

The soft ding of the elevator indicating that you have reach the third floor of the building interrupted your words and you step out. You stare into his piercing dark brown eyes. “I can't let anything happen to you. It'll... it'll break me apart, Dazai. I don't think I can take it...” You choke out the words, your fists tightly clench on the sides.

Dazai's eyes widen a fraction, surprise of the unexpected confession from you.

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The deathly silence reverberating along the corridor of the third floor is unnerving as if the grim reaper himself swing his metallic black scythe on the air, silencing the living. Neither of you move a muscle. You could hear Dazai's own heartbeat drumming on his chest; and the nervous breaths slipping out of your mouth. No one dares to open their mouth for a long period of time. It's just you and Dazai staring at each other. His expression unreadable and yours is the complete opposite— in panic mix with regret of saying those embarrassing words.

Dazai laughs. The beguiling melody resonates around the walls making your cheeks burn for an unknown reason. “You've grown, [Your name]-chan. When did you became so honest?” He tease.

You look away. He rocks his feet back and forth staring at the carpeted floor. “It'll break you apart, eh? How interesting.” Dazai turns to you with a serious expression. “I only have one thing to say to you, [Your name]-chan.”

“What is it?” You ask, anxiously chewing your lips, shifting from one foot to the other, bracing yourself from Dazai's penetrating words.

“Help me redecorate your room, okay? Let's go!” Dazai march towards the other direction. 

“What... Is that what you're going to say? Geez.” You groan and trails behind him.

A smirk flicker across his face. “Why? Are you expecting something, [Your name]-chan? Did I disappoint you?”

“No way! I thought you'll be preaching about death and whatsoever!” You huff in annoyance.

“Well, let's talk about it later! For now, we should be focusing ourselves on the colorful materials that I bought from the plaza yesterday!”

You let out a tired sigh. “Can I stay somewhere else while you decorate shit?”

“Nope! Let's do this together.” Dazai pulls your hand and you whine, dragging your steps along the way.

“I don't want to....”

“Come on!”

You take a bath first, vigorously scrubbing the dried dirt off your skin and applying shampoo on your smelly hair. When you came out of the shower, Dazai has your phone press on his left ear. He's talking with someone on the other line. The colorful materials are left unattended, scattering everywhere on the floor.

“Oh. Hi Chuuya!” Dazai shoots you a glance. His eyes gleaming with mischievousness. “Oh. [Your name]-chan just came out of the shower. Mhmm? Hahaha! No way, no way.”

You scowl at him. “Give me my phone.”

Dazai shakes his head and stands, pacing around the room.“Geez. Don't get so angry, Chuuya. Just like your height shows, your temper goes along with it which is actually depressing you know...“ He clicks his tongue and you sprint to your feet to swipe the phone off his hand but Dazai holds it out of reach. “Toodle-oo! Do me a favor. Kill yourself!” He hang up and toss the phone to your hands.

“What the hell, Dazai?” Your mouth quirks in annoyance. You flip the phone open and saw the number of missed calls from Chuuya.

“Your phone has been ringing nonstop for the past few minutes so I decided to answer it, turns out that it was Chuuya apologizing!” Dazai loudly exclaims, throwing his hands on the air. 

“You're so annoying.”

Dazai tilt his head to the side. “[Your name]-chan.”

“What?”

“Did Chuuya hurt you?”

You unconsciously takes a step back. Dazai's voice is lace with exaggerated fake concern but what made you froze is the venomous unwavering glare of his unbandaged right eye that holds you in place.

“No, he didn't... Why would he?”

Barging into your room, Chuuya throws the door wide open, breaking your eye contact with Dazai. Chuuya stands on the entrance, face flushing in rage. He stalk towards Dazai with murderous intent and harshly grab his collar.

“Chuuya-kun!” You gawk, watching in horror as Chuuya started to wring his neck shaking him back and forth.

“You fucking bastard! I'll kill you!”

Dazai only responds to Chuuya by rolling his eyes.

“W-What the...? Hey, get off him! Oh, god.  You'll kill him and it's his birthday tomorrow!” You restrain Chuuya from behind, wrestling him out of Dazai.

“Let me grant this bastard's wish then!”

With Chuuya's sturdy build, he won't budge no matter how hard you try to pull him away.

“Get off me, Chuuya. I'd rather let [Your name]-chan strangle me with her fragile, delicate fingers!” Dazai still manage to say, wheezing.

“Chuuya-kun.” You touch Chuuya's cheek and he turns to you with a scowl on his face. “Please let him go.”

Nothing happened. You blink. Oh, shoot. He's holding Dazai and with Dazai's nullification ability, it'll cancel mine.

Chuuya sneers and let go of Dazai in disgust. “Are you trying to use your ability against me?”

“I was about to. You wouldn't listen to me.” You calmly said.

“Well, I figured he'll be here since you two are inseparable but I would've never thought it'll come to the point of this shitty bastard touching everything you own including your personal belongings.” Chuuya said. His words grating dangerously.

“I just came out of the shower. I didn't know.”

Dazai rubs his mottled neck while listening attentively to your conversation with a joyous expression in his eyes.

“Huh.” Chuuya scoffs. “You let this bastard do whatever he wants with you that's why it became like this. Have you ever heard of personal space, [Your name]?”

You're taken aback of Chuuya's words. He's right but you don't want to deal with any of them right now especially when Chuuya is screeching out his words.

“If you're angry because of what happened back then.. I'm sorry. But what happens between me and Dazai is none of your concern already.”

“It's none of my concern but I figured I should rub them on your face to wake you up from this hassle domestic life of yours.”

Sudden applause sounded.“Interesting.” Dazai said. He has a bright smile on his face and is slowly applauding. “Chuuya with the solicitous behavior and the ever oblivious [Your name]-chan.”

“You bastard..” Chuuya snarl.

Dazai place a hand on his hip. A cloud of warning settling over his features. “Listen here, Chuuya. Stealing other people's toy is mean and unacceptable, okay? You wouldn't be able to make friends with everyone if you do that.” He externally shrugs. “Well, not like everyone aside from your pathetic group would accept you any way.”

Chuuya charges towards Dazai and punch him right to his mouth. Dazai went flying across the room like a petal caught in a gust of wind. He crash on the cabinet and whack his back on the wall.

“Dazai!” You shriek. “Oh, god! Chuuya-kun what are you doing?” You rush towards Dazai's folding and crumpling form to check his injured face.

“How mean, Chuuya.” He staggers to stand. “I hate pain, y'know.” Dazai rub his bruised jaw.

“Shut the fuck up, bastard. Be glad you're still alive.” Chuuya seethes.

“I'm glad I'm still alive!” Dazai sing songs, mocking Chuuya's words.

You close your eyes and pinch the bridge of your nose in exasperation. The room is filled with long and increasingly awkward silence. Chuuya and Dazai exchange a heated glare to each other.

You sigh loudly startling the two. “Let's start decorating, Dazai. Chuuya-kun, stay. You might as well help us here.” You take out some of the materials inside the bag and hand them to Chuuya.

Chuuya blinks and incredulously stare at it. “What's this for?”

“Decorations for Dazai's birthday tomorrow.” You answer him as if stating the obvious.

He drop them to the floor as if he's burned. “No fucking way.”

“You'll be a great help here especially with your ability. Come on, do me a favor.” You pick the materials on the floor and offer them back to Chuuya.

“No way I'm helping shit. I'm getting out of here.” Chuuya shakes his head and march towards the exit. 

Dazai hums and drape his arm across your shoulders in a proprietorial way. “Aww, it's always the two of us, [Your name]-chan. Don't worry, we'll finish this together.”

Chuuya stop walking.“Besides,” Dazai continues. “Let's continue where we left off awhile ago without this short hat rack barging out of nowhere like a little wild animal with a brain made of muscles.”

Chuuya visibly shakes from anger and resentfully snatch the materials out from your grasp. “Where do I put this shit?”

Dazai's face lit with bitter triumph.

“Put it there, Chuuya-kun!” You point to the wall on the ceiling.

“This is so fucking annoying.” Chuuya grumbles.

The operation of decorating the room for Dazai's birthday started at ten in the morning and ended at exactly five in the afternoon. You had to buy some of the lacking materials on the plaza, waiting in line. The store was packed with people since it's on bargain.

You legs gave out on the floor. “It's done... It's finally done.”

Chuuya clicks his tongue, his arms tightly cross on his chest. “This is such a waste of my fucking time.”

Dazai flap a hand, shooing Chuuya. “You're no longer needed here, Chuuya. Get out.”

You interrupt before Chuuya starts to burst out again. “Thank you so much for the hard work, Chuuya-kun! I'll make it up to you next time.”

Spasms of irritation wash over Chuuya's face as he glance at Dazai. “Whatever.” He stomp his way outside your room, slamming the door with force.

You grimace. “Oops. I'll take that as an ‘okay’, then.”

Dazai stares at the door and turns to you. He slap his hands together. “Now that the rabid animal is out of sight, let's walk around Yokohama”

“Great idea. But first, let me take a bath. I'm drenched with sweat.”

“I'll join you, [Your name]-chan! I'm also feeling sticky with my bandages and need a bath too!” Dazai cheerily wave his hands on the air.

“Get the fuck out of my sight before I strangle you, Dazai.”

The moonlight wash over the rippling bay. You walk through the traffic from which one could overlook Yokohama Harbor. Dazai is skipping on his way beside you. The evening hubbub rivals the sound of the waves while the city lights match the moonlight itself. 

“The night is a good time. It's a time that belongs to the Port Mafia.” Dazai observes.

“What now?”

“Let's eat!”

You stop by at Charcoal Grill Green Bashamichi to fill your hungry stomachs. It is a walking distance from Sakuragicho and Bashamichi stations. Charcoal Grill Green Bashamichi is a small craft beer and wine restaurant that blends European and American cuisine and serves it up from an open kitchen, in a relaxed and airy ground floor space. The eclectic menu features everything from rosemary chicken to jambalaya, and an extensive wine list, which includes orange wine.

Around nine, you return back to your room. Dazai jump on the bed after changing into his pajamas and made himself comfortable. He rolls around the bed wrinkling the sheets.

“Hey, stop it!” You groan in exasperation. “For fuck's sake, how old are you?”

“Turning sixteen tomorrow!” Dazai sticks out his tongue.

“I thought you'll turn ten tomorrow, Dazai.”

“That's fine with me too! I'm ten yet I'll be taller than Chuuya who is already sixteen! Sucks to be him.” He shrugs.

You lay down on the bed. “Dazai, why do you hate Chuuya-kun so much?”

Dazai roll his eyes. “He's a cocky, over-confident child. He's the kind of person I hate the most.”

“And you're a condescending prick.” You remark.

“How mean!” Dazai gasp. “You always hurt me with your words, [Your name]-chan.” He cried out.

“Don't be so dramatic, assface.” You turn to the other side. “I'm going to sleep now. Good night.”

Dazai turns off the light. “Good night, [Your name]-chan.”

Silence.“How about we'll stay up until midnight. What do you think?” Dazai suggests, poking your back.

“No. I'm feeling sleepy now.”

“Let's read a book, [Your name]-chan.” He insists.

“Open your mouth one more time and you won't receive your present.”

Dazai softly gasps. “I have a present?”

“Yup. So shut your mouth and let me sleep in peace, okay?”

“Okay!”

Silence.“[Your name]-chan, did you know that—”

You groan.

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“And there's another method! I heard that there's a way to commit suicide by getting stuck in an oil drum!” Dazai sways his body back and forth with a hand on his chest. He's being dramatic again.

You stare at his face, unimpressed. “And the double suicide?”

“It feels so empty to bid this world farewell all by myself!” He cried out.

Your eyes pulled closed at separate times as they fought to stay awake. “Are you done already? Can we go back to sleep now?”

“No no! Listen, did you know that overseas, they drink metal plating to kill themselves? But those who have their organs melted while they're still alive.... Yuck. Glad I didn't try it. I hate pain.” Dazai shudders.

Everytime you're not concentrating on staying awake, your heavy eyes would pull shut and head to drop, startling you awake. “Oh, god. Let me fucking sleep already.”

“I swear, this will be the last one, [Your name]-chan.” Dazai place a hand in front of your face. “Listen, another method is..”

“You've been saying that for the past few hours...” Your lips curled into a tired sneer. “What time is it?”

“23:55! Five more minutes and it'll be my doom's day!” He gushes, shaking your shoulders. “Stay with me for five more minutes.”

You smash your face into your hands and groan. “Okay.”

Dazai's face lights up and he says your name with a synthetic adoration. “[Your name]-chan! You're such a good person!”

You ignore him. “So, what methods are these?” You count using your fingers. “overdosing, hanging, self-defenestration, slashing the wrist/carotid artery, car collision, gas poisoning, electrocution, drowning, self-immolation and freezing? Any other else, Dazai?”

Dazai slowly blinks, taking your words in. “I can't believe this! Are you too becoming a suicide enthusiast? Do you want to become my suicide partner? Please please please please say yes!” He beg and shows you his best puppy eyes.

“Yikes.” You gag. “Drop the look, Dazai. You look horrible.”

Instead of taking it as an insult, Dazai lean his face close still showing you his puppy eyes. “You say that but you're smiling, [Your name]-chan! So I'll keep doing this.”

“I'm not!” You huff. The corners of your mouth twitching.

Dazai peer through narrowed eyes on your watch. “Oh, there we go! Ring, ring, ring. It's already my birthday and here I am, alive! What a shame!” He flop his back on the soft mattress.

You reach out your hand on the black bag under your bed and hand it to Dazai. He sits up and stares at the gift-wrap.

“It's for you, Dazai. Take it.”

For a moment— for just a few seconds, Dazai's expression is akin to that of a child who doesn't know what to do. He look at your face, to the black bag, and take it with a careful hand.

“Open it.” You said in a quiet voice. 

Dazai obediently follows and open the bag. His lips parted in silent surprise. “This is...”

“It's The Complete Guide to Suicide. The book that you've always wanted to have.” You say proudly, sticking out your chest. 

He wipe his eyes full of invisible tears. “I'm moved to tears, [Your name]-chan....”

You deadpan. “I can see that.”

Dazai grins and tackles you to the bed, rubbing his face on your cheek. “Can we die now?”

“No.”

“Please?”

“No.”

“It's my birthday.”

“So?”

“Ugh!” Dazai whimpers in pain. “You hear that?”

“Hear what?”

“My heart torn into millions of pieces! It hurts!”

You make a face. “That's cringey as hell. Aren't you embarrassed?”

“Why should I? I am completely honest with my thoughts!”

“Yeah, yeah.”

Dazai pulls away and open the book. “I'll be reading it now! I might try doing some of these helpful methods tomorrow!”

“Okay. I'm going back to sleep.”

“Good night, [Your name]-chan.” He pause. “I mean, it's already morning.”

“Good night.” You pull your blanket close to your body and turn to the other side. “and.. Dazai?”

“Hm?”

“Happy Birthday.”

The glaring rays of sunlight lights up the whole room. You open your heavy and unfocused eyes. The first object— no, person you see is Dazai hovering over your form.

“What are you doing... Dazai..?” You ask. Your voice droned in a weary monotone.

“I'm done reading the book, [Your name]-chan. Oh, you're drooling.” He comments.

You wipe your face with the blanket. “I'm still sleepy... What time is it?”

“It's already eleven in the morning.” Dazai chirp. “Let's eat breakfast! I'm starving.. I think I'm going to die from starvation!”

“Isn't it a good thing? You'll die or am I hearing things?” You cover your mouth to yawn.

“I like suicide but I don't like suffering or pain! To the think the book rates ‘starvation’ as five when it comes to pain....” Dazai shakes his head. “Get up!”

You scrub your eyes, trying to clear them and sits up on the bed. “I'm going to take a bath first then let's head out.”

“Okay!”

It took quite a long time for you to come out of the shower. Your head drop and snap back up as you realized you'd fallen asleep. Dazai had to knock on the door to make sure that you're still awake.

“Hello? Tell me if you hit your head on the floor. I'll do the same and we'll die together!”

“Shut up, Dazai.”

Around 12 in the noon, you arrive at Shatenki 2, a Chinese restaurant near Yokohama Chinatown, to have your late breakfast—lunch.

“[Your name]-chan.” Dazai nudge your foot.

“What?”

“Let's go to Yamashita Park after.”

Your eyes blink with incredulity. “That's a well-known dating spot in the city.”

“Oh, no worries [Your name]-chan! Even friends visits Yamashita park! If you feel uncomfortable or out of place with the lovey-dovey couples around, we can pretend as one.”

You stare at him. “Friends? Are we.... friends?”

Dazai cock his brow. “Depends on how you see it. It doesn't really matter to me.” He dismissively wave his hand.

A momentary look of discomfort cross your face. “Then... Let's be... um... friends.”

Dazai tilt his head to the side. “What?”

Lines of stress form on your forehead. “I said... let's be friends..” You mumble.

Dazai lean his ear closer to you. “What? I can't hear you, [Your name]-chan. Louder.”

You blow your cheeks out with a heavy breath meant to steady them. “I said let's be friends!” You said in a louder tone.

Dazai beams and teasingly pat your head. “Yeah, sure.”

You sigh in relief.

“Actually.. I heard you the first time, [Your name]-chan. I just want to hear you say it clearly.”

“You assface...” Your lips purse by suppressed fury. “Nevermind. I take it back.”

“What? No! No way!”

After eating, you head to the Yamashita Park, a three-minute walk from the Minato Mirai Line Motomachi-Chinatown Station. Yamashita Park or Yamashita Koen, is a park in Yokohama famous for its waterfront views of the port of Yokohama and is in close proximity with many tourist locations such as Yokohama Chinatown and the Yokohama Red Brick Warehouse. It is a romantic park with the view of Yokohama Bay Bridge and passing ships. The park is also the location for a large ocean liner built in Yokohama Dock, the Hikawa Maru, now opened to the public as a museum ship. 

Yamashita Park bustles with people during the weekends and on occasions where events are held and is also famous for its beautiful roses in a sunken flowerbed garden during the flowering season. Dazai place an arm around your shoulders, staring at the calm waves of water. “Should we jump and drown ourselves?”

“No, thanks.”

He pouts. “If you keep on doing this, I'll find a beautiful woman who is willing to commit a double suicide with me!”

“Yeah, sure. Go ahead and tell me if you've find one.” You said, yanking his hand off your shoulders.

Dazai thinks for a minute with a thumb on his chin. But eventually, a thin smile spread across his face. Then he nudge your side with his elbow. “Fufufu. Will you get jealous if I introduce her to you, [Your name]-chan?”

“Oh, Dazai. I would lost my faith in humanity if a woman is willing to commit a double suicide with you.” You said. Your words tinge with annoyance. “I wouldn't get jealous over things like that. Besides, there's only one person who's capable of making me jealous... and not in a weird way.”

Dazai gives an exaggerated look around as if checking for eavesdroppers. “Who's this person?”

You stare at the blue skies above. “I envy his passion, ability and his strong mindset to overcome things even though they are painful and hard to let go. I wanted to become like this person too.”

Dazai stood unblinking, trying to process what he had just heard. A minute of silence and he says your name.

You turn to face him. “What?”

Dazai grins. “I'm getting bored. Let's play at the arcade station downtown.”

“Oh, okay. Let's go.”

Minutes of walking from Yamashita Park, you two reach the arcade place in the downtown area. There are lively electronic sounds and clatter of the customers all around.

“How about we'll decide another interesting deal to make this game exciting and worth playing?” Dazai suggests.

Unable to make eye contact, you said in a small voice. “Can we just... enjoy this without making bets or whatsoever.”

A sly grin etch on Dazai's lips. “Oh, my. Are you perhaps scared, [Your name]-chan?” He taunts.

“Y-You! As if! I'm not scared. I just want to enjoy without the constant heavy burden on my shoulders!”

Dazai raise a brow. “Heavy burden? Did you just admit that you're going to lose either way?”

“I didn't admit shit! Shut up and stop asking.”

“Tsk, tsk. What an utter disappointment, [Your name]-chan.” Dazai shakes his head. “Y'know what, let's just go home.”

The veins in your neck stands out in livid ridges. “Utter disappointment? Who?”

Dazai smiles and points at you.

“Oh, yeah? Tell me the stakes, Dazai.” You said. Your voice staggering with venom. 

Dazai's eyes blaze with confidence. “Let's do this then. The deal will only last within this day since I'm pretty sure we'll be busy for the next few weeks.” He grins. “If I win, you will not open your mouth to speak until I tell you so.”

“Deal, and if I win, you'll do the same.”

His face lights up. “Interesting! Deal!”

You and Dazai face each other on the opposite sides of the game station and engage in a competition through a fighting game.

Dazai ask. “How many?”

“Five games.” You grind out the words between clench teeth

“Roger that~” Dazai sing songs.

And just like that, you spend your whole three hours playing and struggling to defeat Dazai's stupid game character.

Dazai— 2 wins
[Your name]- 2 wins

“Oh~ not bad, [Your name]-chan! I can feel your desperation through the screen! Well, let's see if you'll be able to keep up this desperate fiery energy!”

“Bring it on, assface. I'm not going to lose!”

“Fufufu.”

Eventually, your character falls to the ground in defeat while the word ‘victory’ shines above Dazai's character.

“Fuck....” Your cries were drown out by the intense electronic sounds. “This is unfair....”

Dazai peeks out his head above the monitor to peer at you. “That was a good game, [Your name]-chan! But, a deal is a deal.”

Your voice rose hysterically. “That's unfair!”

Dazai looks amuse as he stare at your red flushing face. “What was our deal again?”

“Argh!” You repeatedly knock your head down on the game console in frustration.

“It's already sixteen in the afternoon. Let's go back to the park. I wanna watch the sun sets.”

You begrudgingly stand and fold your arms across your chest with an implacable expression on your face.

Since it's Saturday, there's a crowd of people strolling around the park. Children are running in circles, some are walking with their pets, and others are simply enjoying the view. The evening sun cast long shadows on the ground. The crooked rays of the setting sun gave a warm orange tinge to the sky showing the wondrous beauty of the blazing skies. 

“The Setting Sun.... huh.” Dazai mumbles.

You stare at him in wonder. Dazai lets out a soft chuckle. “Today is not that bad, [Your name]-chan. Am I right?”

You roll your eyes in response. He lightly poke your cheek with his index finger. “Let me ask you again, do you want to commit a lovers suicide with me?”

Your eyes widen but your lips remained shut.

Dazai pulls away with a knowing smirk on his face. “Oh, silence means yes! Aaah~ finally! I'm finally going to die with a beautiful lady on my side!”

You throw him a keep-your-mouth-shut glare and he merely laughs, brushing you off.

It's not that bad to spend your entire day with Dazai Osamu after all. 

Chapter Text

Days after Dazai's birthday, Mori sends you off at Shibuya for a couple of weeks. Your job consists of assassinating Port Mafia traitors who hides outside Yokohama, spying on suspicious criminal organizations and keeping an eye on the black organ trade syndicate. With your mind controlling ability, everything turned out well— except that one time when you reached your limit (again) and was almost beaten to death.

The pale crescent moon shines above like a silver sphere in the night sky and a blanket of glittering stars stretched to infinity. You let out a loud yawn and repeatedly slap your cheeks trying to wake yourself up as you've now arrive at the Port Mafia headquarters. The long ass concrete stairs makes your head dizzy that you had to take a small nap at one of the steps, gazing at the night sky.

A tall young man with a long blonde hair tied into ponytail wearing a high-end business suit walks down the stairs with grace. He's holding a black hat on his hand. The man stop to stare at your slumping body on the concrete and you bend your head to meet his piercing blue eyes.

Huh? This smell... Your eyes widen and you turn your head at the buildings of the Port Mafia.

Don't tell me—

When you sharply spun to face the stranger, he's no longer around.

An ability user!

You rose to your feet and run towards the building. 

Fuck!

Taking the elevator, you squeeze to the main top floor button with your cold, sweaty fingers. Your foot impatiently tapping on the ground. Bead of sweats rolled to your forehead down to the chin as you wait for an excruciating long sixty seconds to reach the top floor. 

The elevator door opens. Your legs are heavy and hard to move as you sprint to the corridor that seemed four-times longer than normal.  There are blood pooling at the end of the hallway trailing towards the office. Kicking the door open, corpses of the mafia guards greets your sight. The pungent smell of fresh blood hangs heavily on the air, choking you.

You take a step back at the gruesome sight. Their wrists and shoulders were cut and scattered to the ground. Torsos, backs, jaws and heads all dropped to the ground in severe pieces. Only the legs below their thighs continued to stand on the floor as if nothing happened to them.

“Fuck...” You scan the office with your sharp eyes and spot the bundles of document on the desk. Dragging your feet forward, you check the files, scanning them. 

Your breath hitch and your eyes widen in realization. These documents were the one Randou-san has been collecting on the past...

With a careful hand, you arrange them back on the desk and notice the reinforced glass shards scattered on the bloodied carpet.

“...shit.”

The morning sun is private and opulent as it slowly open the white curtains, flashing sun rays, spreading various hues of shiny silvers and golds painting the dark sky into warm blue. Though your mind is running and have a million of things to do, your eyelids kept pulling shut of exhaustion.

An assassin was sent to the Port Mafia to declare a war. What are their objectives? What are they trying to achieve by reading those documents? Are they also after the god Arahabaki?

Your phone rings interrupting your train of thoughts. You blindly reach on the nightstand, patting the wood, searching for the ringing device.

“Ugh... It's way to early..” You flip the phone open and press the loud speaker button without looking. “Hello?”

Lippman's charming voice greets you. “Hey, [Your name]. Good morning.”

When you speak, your voice is as passionless and limp as your slump body. “Oh, it's you Lippman-san.. Good morning.”

“You must've been so tired. You just came home last night, right?” He ask, concerned.

“Yes... May I help you with something?” You let out a long yawn and sits up on the bed.

“It's Chuuya's first anniversary in the Port Mafia and we're going to surprise him. Are you going to join us?”

You groan. “I'd love to but I'm really exhausted.”

Someone shouted on the other line. “[Your name]! We'll wait for you!” It's Albatross. You can already imagine him yelling with his hands flailing around.

Lippman sighs. “Okay. Take a rest, [Your name]. We'll wait for you. The party will be up til night so you're free to come anytime.”

“Sure. I'll be there.”

“Great!”

After saying a few words of parting, the call ended. You close your eyes and falls gracelessly to the bed.

It's already three in the afternoon when you decided to get out of bed. Getting ready, you take a long shower and wear appropriate clothes for the said event. According to Lippman, there's a shortcut on the way to the Old World place and you wordlessly follow the forwarded map on your phone.

You're now walking into a dimly lit tunnel with no one in sight. Suddenly, a figure hanging upside down is now coming face to face with you. Its face is only several inches away from yours. Adrenaline bursts through your veins to prepare you to fight or flee as you recoiled in horror. A sharp ‘fuck’ burst from your lips.

Chuuya chuckles as he lifted the gravitational force, coming down to stand on the ground. “Hey, [Your name].” He sweeps dust off his clothes.

Anger rush in the moment the shock faded from your trembling system. “Y-You! A-Are you trying to kill me from a fucking heart attack?!”

“No way.” He wave a hand. “There's this weird toy bastard pestering me with his stories. I had to escape from him so I resort to clinging myself to the ceiling.” He points the ceiling of the tunnel and your mouth drop in disbelief.

You blink twice. “Toy bastard?”

Chuuya roll his eyes. “He's fucking persistent.”

“Persistent? I didn't know you have a secret admirer, Chuuya-kun.” You chirp.

"Huuuh? No fucking way!"

At this moment, a black luxurious passenger car pulls up on the side. Due to its shaded windows, you can't see the interior but judging from its appearance from the tires, frames and windows— everything is bulletproof.

A tall man in black clothes wearing a hat and sunglasses to conceal his identity says in a few monotonous words. “You are summoned by the boss.”

You and Chuuya look at each in confusion.

“A mailman?” Chuuya ask.

The man didn't say anything.“Did you hear the reason for the call?” Chuuya ask again.

The man in black shakes his head. “Not really. However, Pianoman, Albatross, Doc, Lippman and Iceman already received the call from the boss. Everyone is already waiting in another location.”

Chuuya furrow his brows. “Those guys too? Now that you say it, he said an informant is showing up. Anything else?”

“Just one thing.” The man said in a low voice. “Something about Arahabaki.... I think?”

Arahabaki? The boss is probably aware of the motives of the other group. As expected.

Chuuya frowns and stare at you. You shrug and he nod his head. “Okay, take us there.”

You head to the backseat and Chuuya sits on the passenger seat. 

“What—”

A shadow of a person is running towards the car.

“What the fuck?” You gawk.

“Please wait, Chuuya-san!” The person shouts.

“That fucking bastard!” Chuuya angrily shouts. “Get me out of here now!”

“Is he the one you called toy bastard?” You incredously ask, staring at the man.

Chuuya groans and nod his head. “Yeah, it's him. Don't stare at him, [Your name]. He's weird.”

“Chuuya-san please get off the car!” The man shouts at an extreme volume, running full speed. “It's him! It's Verlaine!”

“Huh? Verlaine? What is he talking about?” You ask Chuuya.

Chuuya turn his body towards the driver's seat. Verlaine laughs lightly and step on the accelerator, the car launch like a bullet and you and Chuuya are force against the backrest.

“Argh!” You cried out. Flashes of white momentarily covers your vision and you groan in pain.

“You....” Chuuya snarls.

“Fasten your seatbelt or you'll bite your tongue.” Verlaine calmly said as he drive the car.

“Stop the fucking car!” Chuuya shouts and throws a fist to the man. A counterblow collided right into his chin. The back of his head hit the rear window— white cracks appear. “Ugh!”

“Chuuya-kun!”

Everything is going way too fast and you're having a hard time grasping the situation. Who's this man? What does he want from Chuuya-kun?

“Oops, I'm sorry!” Verlaine said, driving the car with one hand. “You're lighter than I expected. Are you eating properly? As your older brother, I'm worried.”

You choke. Older brother?

Chuuya grits his teeth. You flinch as he kicks the door from the side and firmly grasps your hand.  “[Your name], get the fuck out of here!”

“Wait—”

Verlaine turned his body to face you but Chuuya is faster. He activates his ability and throws you out of the moving car. 

Your body catapults onto the solid ground with jagged pieces of debris piercing your flesh. After rolling a few good times, your head hit on the hard surface knocking you out.

“Miss!” A concerned voice shouts from behind.

Chapter Text

The violent shake on the ground stir you awake. Your body is place at the side of the street where it is safe, slumping on a wall in an alleyway.

“Urgh....” You groan in pain. Your head feels like it's splitting into two. Feeling dizzy and disoriented, you place your injured hand on the wall, staggering. Your body screamed in pain but you manage to walk slowly despite the fresh cuts around them.

Chuuya-kun is in danger...

Every step of the way send red bolts of signal on your head to take a rest but you shake them off, willing yourself to keep moving.

Not too far away from you, a car is pierced through the wall in front of the building. Its trunk open and there are broken shards of glasses everywhere, lying on the ground is the corpse of Lippman.

Your breath grows thin and ragged. “N-No... L-Lippman-san...”

A familiar cry snap you out and you whip your head to the scene unfolding meters from where you're standing. Your eyes widen in horror.

Chuuya is being lifted off the ground by the man that you're all too familiar of— the assassin that you met outside the Port Mafia headquarters last night. His mouth opened to say something and Chuuya is screaming, kicking his feet on the air.

That's when it happened. 

Hell appeared— black flames erupted from Chuuya's body. The same scorching heat that once melted the earth of the Foreign Settlement—Suribachi City. The high heat came gushing out on the alley, making the telephone poles bend out of shape as they melted, burning the surface of the road before it flows out onto the main street like a rough black waves.

“Chuuya-kun!” You cried out in terror and a figure tackle you away from the disaster protecting your head from the harsh impact.

“Be careful, miss! In this proximity, it will surely kill you!” The man who you recognized as the one Chuuya called ‘toy bastard’ shouts at you.

“You are.. Chuuya-kun calls you Toy Bastard.. What are you?”

“I am a detective sent to Japan to arrest Paul Verlaine and to protect Nakahara Chuuya-san. My name is Adam Frankenstein, a humanoid created by Dr. Wollstonecraft.” He calmly introduce himself.

“Protect Chuuya-kun..? Why?”

“Verlaine is after him and will brainwash Chuuya-san into joining him and together, they will create chaos in the world. I must stop Verlaine at all cost. I am programmed to do so.”

Chuuya screaming out in pain made you jump. He is in the center, the landscape around begins to disappear— melting and the only thing that remain around him is a black space. 

The space is shaking.

On the side, a nearby eight-storey building disappear as if it's gnaw off. Its steel frame, the concrete walls, floors, ceilings, everything.
They completely disappeared and not just the building, dissolving lampposts, park cars, asphalt, even the layers underneath—everything vanish as if it was suck up into the expanding spherical black space. The extinction range expands within seconds.
Buildings turn into debris, the ground turn into dusts. The sphere is pitch black, the overly strong gravitational pull attracts the light around and capture it inside. It's a black hole. The eye of death living in the darkness swallowing down its path.

We're fucking doomed.

You might slow the process of the annihilation by trying to manipulate Chuuya's mind... even a little.

You close your eyes and takes a deep breath to activate your ability.

Preludes & Nocturnes.

You open your crimson red eyes. “Chuuya-kun!” You shout at the top of your lungs startling Adam, desperately hoping that Chuuya will look at your direction— even for a second.

“What are you doing?” Adam shrieks.

The gods above did answer your prayer but you should be more specific next time. Chuuya did look at you but his eyes are not the usual color blue— they are all white.

“What...”

The moment you made eye contact with Chuuya, streams of blood instantly falls down to your red wide eyes and you screamed in pain, crumpling forward.

“Miss!” Adam place his body in front of you, shielding you from Chuuya's gaze. He starts muttering under his breath. “[Your name]. Fifteen years old. Ability: Preludes & Nocturnes. A mind controlling ability.”

You have no time to question Adam into how the fuck he knows your personal information when you didn't recall introducing yourself to him. Closing your eyes tightly, you groan in pain. The blood continuously dripping down your face without any sign of stopping.

It hurts... It hurts... Fuck...

A soft pat on your head jolt you to your senses and the pain slowly subsides. Everything stops but just like the aftershock of a major earthquake, the air convulses, gouging its surroundings, before ceasing and everything went back as it were before.

You slowly open your bloody eyes. Your vision is blurry but a young man with bandages, a black coat draping on his shoulders is now standing before Chuuya heaving him on his shoulders and sets off to walk to your direction.

“Dazai...” You squeeze out his name on your throat. 

Dazai lets out a smile. “[Your name]-chan, that was dangerous! If I didn't make it in time, you'll die and I'll be all alone and wouldn't be able to commit a double suicide with you!”

You gape at him.

How can he nonchalantly mention double suicide like hell itself didn't break loose around the city minutes ago? For fuck's sake, Dazai and his priorities.

Dazai turns to Adam. “Mister, can you accompany [Your name]-chan for a moment? I'll be dropping this guy somewhere.” He points the body of unconscious Chuuya.

Adam nod his head. “Of course. Leave her to me.”

“I'll be back [Your name]-chan.” Dazai lazily wave a hand and walks forward, dragging Chuuya with him.

You scrub your eyes with a knuckle and Adam offer his handkerchief. “Please take it. You look,” He pause. “What do humans call it?”

“I look horrible, I know.” You wipe your face with the soft fabric.

Adam stares at your face. “[Your name]-san. If you don't mind me asking this question, what are you to Chuuya-san?”

“I'm his friend.”

“Friend? If that's the case, I ask you to be careful, [Your name]-san. You might be Verlaine's next target.” Adam warns you with a grim look on his face.

Your mouth drop. “What the? Is it because I saw his face?”

Adam shakes his head. “No. It's because you're close to Chuuya-san's heart.”

You stare at him. “Huh? What does that mean?”

“Verlaine did said this to Chuuya-san a while ago. ‘I will kill everyone who intervenes with your heart’ so please be careful on your way. If possible, stay out of sight for the mean time. Verlaine is a skilled assassin and it'll only be a matter of time before he finds you.”

“So this motherfucker's targets are basically the people who Chuuya-kun consider as his friends?”

“Something like that.” Adam nods. “and um. Please don't swear, [Your name]-san.”

“Huh? Why not?” You scowl at him.

“It's simple. A lady like you should act—”

“I'm going to destroy this piece of junk! Don't tell me what I should do or not do!”

Adam open his mouth to retort back but Dazai stealthily appears behind your backs startling you. “[Your name]-chan.”

You and Adam leap back in surprise. Dazai raise his hands on the air. “It's just me. There's no need to be scared.”

Your eye twitch in annoyance. Adam stands and wipe dusts off on his suit. “I'm going to Chuuya-san. Both of you please be careful.” He bolts off to the alley sending clouds of smokes on the air and you cough, glaring at his withdrawing back.

“Piece of junk.” You grumble under your breath.

Dazai crouch to face you and wipe a patch of blood under your eyes. “[Your name]-chan, I'm taking you to my place. It's not safe to stay on the main headquarters.” He turn to his back. “Climb up. I'll carry you.”

You carefully place your arms around Dazai's shoulders and he heaves you up.

“Dazai....”

“Hm?”

Out of exhaustion, you lean your head on his shoulder. “The Young Men's Association... are they all right? They're at the Old World... We should be there to help before Verlaine kills them... It's not too late, right? But Lippman-san was already killed... Oh, god. His body is on the—” You started to ramble listlessly.

Dazai sharply cuts in. “Verlaine-san killed all of them. I drop Chuuya on their usual place. It's up to him to do his business. Think of yourself for once, [Your name]-chan. Take a rest. You're hurt pretty badly.”

You swallow dryly, unable to parch your dry throat. The harsh wind blows on the disfigured city, drowning out your guttural cries. 

You never made it to the party.

Chapter Text

It's pitch black. The smell of toxic substances burns your nostril.

Where am I? I was with Dazai a while ago.

The Young Men's Association.... Fuck. They're all dead.

Something inside Chuuya was unleashed by a young man named Verlaine. It was all down to that insane bastard that Yokohama was on the verge of destruction. Dazai deserves praise for his capacity to negate other skills, which prevented the city from turning into another Suribachi.

The bed creaks as you toss to the side. “Dazai...?”

A small click and a faint light fills the spacious room. “I'm here, [Your name]-chan.”

You blink your eyes several times adjusting to the light. Is this Dazai's place?

You realise. Dazai is living in a large shipping container that was originally used to export passenger cars overseas. Judging from the toxic smell exuding on the air, this place is probably in the center of a dumping ground. There's a refrigerator on the side, an exhaust fan beside the bed, a wooden desk and a round chair which Dazai is currently sitting with his legs crossed.

“You were out for two days. Are you hungry? It smells but you'll get used to it.” Dazai said flatly.

You sit up on the hard bed, wincing in pain. “No, it's fine... Any news from Chuuya-kun?”

“Nope but Verlaine-san did visit yesterday while you were resting. He was so keen on killing us all so I made a deal with him.”

“He.. what?!” Your mouth drop in horror. “Did he hurt you? Are you hurt anywhere?”

He shake his head and points the metal wall on the other side of the room. “He did quite make a scene so I had to cover the gap with some... thing.”

By some thing, Dazai means a long tarpaulin and for a second— it reminds you of your home at Suribachi City. 

“He's an awful person. What does he want from you?”

“Nothing much. To buy some time, I made a deal with him.” He grins. “He'll kill us both when he's done with his next three targets.”

You open your mouth to ask but decides to let it go. It's Dazai's business after all. “If that's the case, we should contact them..” You fumble on your pockets. “Wait. Have you seen my phone?”

“I don't have it. If you want to, you can borrow mine.” He take his phone on the desk. “Are you going to call Chuuya?”

“Yeah. It's urgent. I need to talk to him.”

He hesitates for a moment. “Oh, it's in a low battery [Your name]-chan.” Dazai said after taking a glance on the screen. “I didn't have the charger with me.”

“Don't play around, Dazai.” You stand and wrench the phone from his grip. He made a noise of protest.

When you flip his phone open, there are already seven missed calls from Chuuya. You stare at him in disbelief. “What the fuck? He's been calling you nonstop!”

Dazai shrugs. “Not my problem. I figured he'll just be screeching nonstop like a wild animal.”

“You're such a merciless asshole.” You grumble and dial Chuuya's number. He picks up after three rings.

“You fucking bastard!” Chuuya screeches on the other line making you flinch. “I've been calling your ass nonstop and now you—”

“Chuuya-kun.” You cut in before he ruptures your eardrum. “It's [Your name].”

There's a long pause. “Chuuya-kun? Are you still there?” You start to panic. “Are you safe? Where are you?”

A heavy sigh escaped Chuuya's lips. “I'm fine, [Your name].” He opens his mouth after a long silence. “I heard what happened. Adam told me that I almost killed you.”

“That doesn't really matter. I'm okay now.” You flap a hand. “More importantly, where are you?”

“That doesn't really matter?” Chuuya echoes. “It does matter, you idiot!” He shouts and you pull the phone away from your ear. “Don't find me. Stay where you are. As much as I hate to say it, stay with shitty Dazai.”

“What the fuck? Are you serious? That Verlaine is after your ass, Chuuya-kun. The least thing I could to is to at least help you! I may not be so useful right now but I can be a decoy to distract him even for a bit while you guys come up with a plan to kill him!”

“What kind of strategy is that, idiot?” He growls. “I don't want you to get involve over this shit that would cost your life, [Your name]. The flags was more than enough. I'm ending the call.” He hangs up leaving your mouth gaping in surprise.

You stare at the blank screen. “What the hell? That... that fucking...” You struggle to find the right word that would fit Chuuya's short stature. “...shrimp!”

Dazai burst out laughing. “Hahahaha!”

“What's so funny?” You glare at him and toss the phone on his bed. “I'm getting the fuck out of here. Thank you for watching over me. Have a good day.”

“Ooops, not so fast, [Your name]-chan.” Dazai obstructs the door with his body. “Your ability won't be of any use in this situation. Verlaine-san earned the title of King of Assassins. It's best to stay put just like what Chuuya suggests. I'm sure he's already aware of our ability after doing a background check on the Mafia.”

“I know my ability is pretty handful but I need to make sure that Chuuya-kun is fine. His group just fucking died and he's out there facing the enemy without any backup except that Adam. He'll fucking die!” You're basically rambling at this point.

Dazai fold his arm across his chest. “Actually, Chuuya sounds okay to me. Think of the situation, [Your name]-chan. You'll be a burden to Chuuya. Instead of focusing how to defeat the enemy, he'll be protecting you.”

I'm so fucking useless. “Then.... What should we do? Are there any ways we can help him?” You anxiously bit your lips and start pacing around the room. “I can't do anything by myself at this point..”

Dazai chuckles. “I have a plan in mind, [Your name]-chan. Wanna hear it?”

“Okay.”

While Dazai is halfheartedly explaining his plan to you, there's an unsettling feeling that screams inside your head telling you how dangerous Dazai can be if he's not from the Port Mafia. This guy is a genius and he's not called as the Wraith of the Mafia for nothing. 

Dazai pokes your cheek. “Any violent and unnecessary reactions, [Your name]-chan?”

You swallow a lump in your throat and stares into his dark brown eyes. “How did you know Chuuya-kun's whereabouts in just two days?”

Dazai merely shrugs with a dark smile on his face. “I have my ways, of course.”

With Dazai's plan in mind, you're walking at a long white corridor with him on your side. From time to time, soldiers are roaming around the area for a patrol.

“Kill yourself.” You whisper under your breath.

They move their hands to shoot themselves on the head and you walk briskly to find Chuuya.

You hear voices and stop on a corner to hide. There's Adam lying weakly on the floor. Three soldiers are surrounding him. Adam kick one on the floor, the other restrained him and pierce his neck with a drug and the third soldier slowly raise his gun to shoot him.

Dazai pulls out his taser gun and shoots. The soldier's body jolted. Together with a sound of blitz, the soldier spasmed and drop his gun. After a few seconds of anguish, his strength vanish and he collapsed.

“That's so bo~ring isn't it?” Dazai said while lowering his taser gun. “Even if you kill someone with electricity, they just die. I'm so bored!”

“You two.... are from the Port Mafia!” Adam weakly sputters.

“Nice to meet you, mister police investigator. Where's Chuuya?” Dazai asks and hand you the gun. You toss it to the side.

“Chuuya-sama is....”

You blink twice. 

Chuuya-sama?

Dazai sighs. “Judging by the time, has he already been captured? Or is it already around the time he's rescued, I wonder?” He tug your wrist and walks over to Adam, stepping the unconscious soldier. You sidestep to avoid the body. “If so, that's no fun, right? I missed Chuuya crying out as he's getting tortured!”

“Tortured?!” You and Adam shouts in disbelief— yours in panic.

Dazai ignores you two. “Why did he come? you ask. I'll answer. Because this too, is one part of the bigger plan. What is that plan? you ask. I'll answer. It's everything from the beginning to the end, this Verlaine incident is happening inside the palm of my hands. What do you mean? you ask.”

You stare at Dazai and a realization dawned on you.

No. No. No way.

Waves of acid wells up from your belly. Don't tell me....

“I'll answer. With everything, I literally mean everything y'know. Starting from Verlaine's assassination targets, the detective, the researchers, they were all determined based on the information I gave him. Short and sweet, it's a fact that the assassinations' procedure is also under my instruction. Now, you ask, Why did you do such things?”

You feel sick. You might throw up any minute from now. Flashes of the Young Men's Association smiling faces and distant laughter makes you lightheaded that you have to lean your other hand on the wall for support.

Dazai slid his hand to yours and holds them tightly.

“It was to buy time. Before Verlaine could reach his final assassination target. Any idea who might that person be? His last target is the Port Mafia boss, Mori Ougai. The truth is that Mori-san was supposed to be the first in the order of his assassinations, but I manipulated the information to put him last. Thanks to the time we've earned, we've arrange the preparations to be the ones who will assassinate him pretty soon. But before that, we only have to put the finishing touches.” While saying this, Dazai is laughing as he lend his other hand to Adam. He turns to you with a cruel smile on his face. “At this rate, Chuuya is going to kill N. Then he will be no longer human. But I want to see Chuuya suffer as a human being. That's why we have to stop Chuuya.”

Your eyes narrowed into slits.

This guy is a demon. How could he just... kill his comrades?

Your mind starts spiraling out of control, stuck on the thoughts of Chuuya and his group. Chuuya-kun just lost his former organization— the Sheep and now, the people that he considered his friends are all... dead.

Your thoughts keep twisting in circles. You feel a half-second from losing your mind, but then Dazai said your name and your thoughts ground to a startled halt.

“[Your name]-chan.” Dazai's gaze is fixated on yours. “We have to stop Verlaine-san and find Chuuya.”

Dazai's logical calculations, thoughts, and plans are all for the organization, the Port Mafia’s sake. Logically speaking, Dazai is right and you're wrong. You slowly nod your head.

“Lead the way, mister detective.” Dazai said, pulling you close to his side. 

The security alarm is reverberating around the building, emergency red light flashing all over the place. There's a series of warning on all radio channels.

Intruders inside the research facility. All internal intelligence personnel must dispose of certain data and evacuate immediately. The military operation personnel must deploy with Class-A equipment. This is not a drill. I repeat. This is not a drill.

Adam lock an unconscious silver haired boy inside an equipment storage room. He closed the door and used an electronic lock. “I changed the lock here to a time-varying encrypted key. With this, I hope Shirase-san will be safe here for a while.”

“Good job. Chuuya is next.” Having said so, Dazai walks away as if Shirase's well being doesn't concern him.

“Please wait Dazai-san!” Adam calls out. “Earlier, you were referring Chuuya-sama as a human being. Do you happen to know if Chuuya-sama is a human being or not?”

Your eyes widen in shock. “Huh?”

“I don't know.” Dazai simply said. “N as well as Verlaine, says that Chuuya is not human. But I don't think it's necessarily true. Why? It's because I've read this notebook Rimbaud's diary. In a way, everything about this incident started with this diary.” As Dazai said this, he let go of your hand and takes out an old leather-bound notebook from inside his breast pocket. 

You gape at him. “How on earth did you get a hold on this?”

“Well, [Your name]-chan. You can try your best to find out, but at the end, I would just tell you a lie anyway. I'm a liar you know.” Dazai said wearing a mysterious smile on his lips.

I see. Dazai is a pathological liar and you should not believe everything that'll come out of his smart deceiving mouth.

“I'll remember that, Dazai.”

Silence. You and Dazai stare at one another weighing each other's gaze.

“Dazai-san, [Your name]-san?” Adam looks back and forth between you two.

Dazai breaks the eye contact and stretch the back of his neck. “We don't have a lot of time for chit-chat nor hold a three o'clock tea party here, do we? First, we have to search for Chuuya.”

“How are we suppose to find him?” Adam ask.

“Finding Chuuya is always easy.” Dazai said with a smile showing that everything is under his command. “If we go to where the noise is the loudest, that's where he'll be, simple.”

Adam nods. “Let's find Chuuya-sama.”

You trail behind their backs. A pining melancholy throbs in your chest

Focus on the matters at hand, [Your name]. Chuuya-kun is in danger.

He needs help.

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The three of you are moving quickly down the corridor. “There's no evidence that Chuuya's human anywhere. But there's no evidence that he's not human either.” Dazai said while running. “Verlaine's the one who stole Chuuya, an outsider, so to speak. He didn't directly confirm with his own eyes that Chuuya's identity is an artificial ability or not and as for N, there's the huge possibility that he's lying.”

Adam ask. “What could be his reason to lie?”

“Who knows. But a top-notch liar hides even the reason for his lie with a lie. That guy smells like a top-notch liar. Am I wrong?” Dazai smile. There's something mirthless in the smile he's wearing.

Sigh. “[Your name]-san, are you okay?” Adam turns to you. “I'm sure Chuuya-sama will be all right. Please do not worry too much.”

“Yeah, he'll be all right. He's Chuuya-kun after all.”

“There it is, the panic room!” Dazai shouts, turning around the corner. 

There's a door at the end of the corridor and the guards guarding the place had passed out on the floor. “I'll go on ahead!” Adam said as he leap over the heap of unconscious guards in one go. He unlock the door and rush into the panic room.

“Chuuya-sama! You mustn't kill him!”

Your eyes widen as you catch up beside Adam. The room is empty. There's no one inside. No sign that anyone is around. You scan the floor. It's covered by thin layer of dust. No footprints either. It looks as if the room has not been used for years. He's not here.

Chuuya-kun is not here. He's in another evacuation room. “Fuck.” You mutter under your breath.

“Let"s see.... The facility's auto-destruction program is proceeding. I'm afraid there's a blackout in 68% of the facility. I will determine in which room Chuuya-sama is before the shutdown is complete.” Adam said as he hack the security system.

You look around the empty room as Dazai sits in a swivel chair on the side. He's spinning around with his hands cross above his head.

Dazai hums. “I suggest we grab a hold of the fuel distribution system first. The research materials here will be entirely burn eventually to destroy the evidence. So will the entire facility after all the staff have been evacuated. Therefore, the fuel supply system would be left until the end. Let's use this as a foothold to take down the entire facility. Right, [Your name]-chan?”

You nod. “I will do so.” Adam calmly said.

Dazai stares at Adam and averts his attention to you. “Hey, [Your name]-chan.” He poke your side. “I know you're upset but that's just how it is, y'know. You understand right?”

“Yeah.”

“It's for the Port Mafia after all.”

“I know.”

Dazai huffs with amusement. “[Your name]-chan, let's concentrate on the positive aspects of this situation.” He claps his hands. “Chuuya has no one to hang out with, so all of his attention will be on you.”

You turn to him. Your eyes dripping with spite. “Say that again and I'll fucking kill you.”

“Why are you angry?” Dazai tilt his head to the side in confusion.

You grab his collar. Adam interrupts. “Please, both of you.” A long pause. “I didn't know that something is going on between the two of you and Chuuya-sama. He didn't tell me.”

“Nothing's going on around here, Adam.” You push Dazai away and fold your arms.

“Is that so? But Chuuya-sama told me a lot of things about you, [Your name]-san.”

“Huh? Focus, you piece of junk. Why are we talking about this nonsense?”

Dazai lets out a loud yawn. “Is Chuuya fawning over [Your name]-chan?”

You glare at him. “Shut your mouth.”

He sticks his tongue out. “Make me.”

After a couple of minutes, Adam breaks the tense air. “Do you think it's going to be alright?” He said out loud.

“What?” Dazai raise his head to look at Adam.

“I mean with Verlaine. Assuming we will find Chuuya-sama, the battle with Verlaine must be waiting for us after that. Will we be able to defeat this guy?”

“Well, you know,” Dazai laughs with interest. “Of course, I'll think of a way to win, but it doesn't matter if we don't win, we'll just die.” He sharply turns to Adam, eyes calculating and cold. “There is not a single human being in this world who can defeat Verlaine in a simple hand-to-hand combat.”

Adam ponders over Dazai's line. “Which means that there is no way to beat Verlaine— is that what you're saying?”

Dazai seems to foresee everything. “It's there. In order to know it, I had to buy some time.” With that said, he takes out the notebook from his chest.

You glance at Dazai and Adam. Both of them are talking about Rimbaud's diary, sharing and discussing their understandings. Slowly, you take a step back until you reach the door and bolt out of the long corridor with quiet and careful steps.

Damn it. I can't just stand doing nothing. I may be useless but at least I'll die doing something instead of spacing around following Dazai like a useless stray puppy.

Damn him. I'm not going to let him sleep in my room after this. That merciless piece of shit.

Well, that is... if you could make it out here alive.

A loud crash made you stop running and you follow the loud noise. You peek into one of the rooms. Your mouth drop in horror as Chuuya is now lying down on the pile of debris and a skeleton is sitting astride on top of him trying to crush his body.

“You...!” Chuuya growls. Blood spilling all over his side.

Oh, god. “Hey, you stupid fucking weird looking skeleton! Get the fuck off him!” You shout, jumping towards them.

Chuuya whip his eyes open. “[Your name]?!”

With your sudden attack, the skeleton doesn't have time to evade as you kick its side hard throwing its frail body against the wall. It stands up and in a speed of light, now standing in front of you, jaw wide open. “Yikes!” You take a step back to deliver another kick but a silver haired boy appears behind your back, screaming while holding a clothing bag on its face.

“Shirase!” Chuuya shouts.

The skeleton bury its teeth into it. The sound of luxury jewelry and electronic equipment breaking inside, but the hardness of the gemstones is exceeding that of bones and iron. The skeleton's lower jaw crack vertically.

“You stupid idiots! Run away!”

“Shut up, Chuuya-kun!” You sputtered while supporting Shirase's hand to cover the skeleton's face.

Shirase's eyes are closed and is flinging one of his arms in panic. As it happened, his hand got stuck in the infusion tube that is link to the skeleton's spine.

The tube came off and with a gurgling sound, a blue black chemical solution spilled from the inside. 

For a few seconds, it stop moving.

You notice. “Hey!”

Chuuya screams. “Pull the cables out! All of them!”

You kick the skeleton's face and the heavy bag drop to the ground in a loud thud. You saw a rolled tube around the skeleton like a tail. Shirase uselessly flings both of his arms and for a moment, you wonder what the fuck is wrong with him. 

Together, you reel the cables before pulling them out in a flash.

A bundle of tubes that was leading to the next room was pulled out from the skeleton's spine. The skeleton silently scream and you grab Shirase's collar, jumping away from it.

Its bones quiver, having lost their directive signals and the source of energy, falls to the floor, breaking its waist and its body collapse into pieces. More and more, the cracks caused by the attacks are spreading all throughout its body, before it fell apart into countless white fragments. And finally, the skeleton disappeared as if it didn't exist in the first place.

Chuuya has been watching the scene in a daze and then, after a while, he stands up. You and Shirase are covered in mud dust and blackish blue liquid. “Shirase...” Chuuya said while holding his bloody flank.

“What is it?”

“You two are... freakin filthy right now.”

“Oh, shut up!” Shirase shouts.

“And you.” Chuuya sharply meets your gaze. You grin sheepishly at him. “What the fuck are you doing here? Shouldn't you be with shitty Dazai?!”

You roll your eyes. “That fucking piece of shit.. I'm done with him.”

“Huh?!” Chuuya examines you from head to toe. “Are you hurt?”

Shirase stares at you and Chuuya in silence. “Nope, I'm fine! I should be the one asking you that!” You point to his injured flank. “We should tend to that as soon as possible.”

“Hey, Chuuya... is she your—”

“No.” You and Chuuya cuts him off, done with this type of conversation.

“O-okay.”

Chuuya sighs. “Let's go. First of all, we'll meet up with Adam.”

You place a hand on your hip and stares at Chuuya's wounds. “Wait. Can you even walk properly Chuuya-kun?”
 
“My flank hurts like shit.” Chuuya mutters. “It's fine. I can walk.”

You take his other arm and place it around your shoulder as a support. “Let's go.”

“H-Hey! I said I can walk properly, you idiot!”

You glare at him. “I'm not an idiot, you fucking shrimp. Stop acting mighty and stuff! You're not okay!”

Chuuya glowers at you. “Who are you calling shrimp?!”

You roll your eyes in exasperation. “Who do you think?”

Shirase clears his throat. “Are you two done throwing nasty affections to each other? Let's get out of this place.”

“Shut up!” You and Chuuya shouts at Shirase.

Walking side by side with an injured Chuuya, Shirase glance at him. Sand and blood are covering him all over. He has countless bruises and is still bleeding from his flank. “You know, Chuuya...”

Chuuya turn around to face him.

“You.... are... awfully filthy right now.”

Chuuya look down and laughs. “Ah, shut it!”

A small smile form on your lips. “[Your name], where's Adam?” Chuuya ask, wincing in pain.

“He's somewhere around here with Dazai.” At one of the rooms, you saw Adam pointing a gun at Verlaine and Dazai having conversations. “It's them.” You whisper.

Dazai makes a small glance behind and said. “Aaaah, Verlaine-san, it would be better if you would lower your head.” He lower his head down to his chest and Verlaine's face look puzzled.

Chuuya disappears on your side. In the next moment, debris flies like cannonballs.

A piece of debris went past right Dazai's head, and got smash into pieces; another one crash into Verlaine. His arm which has been reflexively guarding him, scattered the debris vigorously.

“The hell are you doing, Dazai! You bastard!” Chuuya said, his voice filled with anger. “Don't you come into my field of vision without my permission!”

“Hey, Chuuya. How was your torture?” Dazai laughs with the corners of his mouth. “I had an idea how to help you before you got so messed up, but I didn't take it up because it was boring. I see [Your name]-chan is with you!”

“You asshole! You're not guarding her properly!”

“Shut up, Chuuya. She suddenly vanish into thin air! How am I supposed to find her when she escaped from my line of sight just to be with you?” He sighs, shaking his head.

Verlaine who has been struck stunned for a moment, nods his head as if he understands what is happening. “I see. So, it's the two of you.” He turns to you. “[Your name], huh. A mind controlling ability user. Tell me, what are you to my younger brother?”

Dazai and Chuuya's body stiffen. You swallow hard. “I'm his—”

Shirase who's trembling all over his body upon seeing Verlaine immediately cuts in. “Chuuya's girlfriend! She is Chuuya's girlfriend! Any problem with that, huh?!” He rambles nonstop. “Y-You can't stand against her!”

You jaw drop in disbelief. Verlaine appears in front of you and you immediately take a step back. He said in a low voice. “Chuuya doesn't need someone like you.”

Your eye twitches. “Come again?”

Verlaine smiles. Your body is now flying towards the wall behind your back by a heavy crushing weight.

Fuck. It's his ability! You close your eyes bracing for the impact but you didn't feel anything even when your body hits the concrete, it shatters into pieces and dusts falling around the place. 

“Ugh...”

You gasp and turn to the person behind you. Your back meets his chest as he use himself as a cushion to protect you from the hard impact. “Chuuya-kun!”

Chuuya groans. “Are you alright, [Your name]?”

Verlaine applauds and stares at Chuuya with a hint of understanding. “Is that how it is, Chuuya?” He then turns to Dazai. “Well, then. I heard that the two of you killed Rimbaud all by yourselves?”

“Are you seeking revenge Verlaine-san?” Dazai ask.

“No.” Verlaine shakes his head and look somewhere. “Even before you both killed him, he was already dead. Not in my mind, you see. Nine years ago, that moment when I shot him on the back.”

Dazai saw the look on his face and takes a step forward.

“Do you understand why I came here like this, Verlaine-san?” On Dazai's face, there's a hint of clever calculation. “Because the stalling for time is over. You die. For the crime of making the Port Mafia your enemy.”

Verlaine shrug his shoulders. “I wonder about that... I've been threatened so many times that way but in the end, they have always failed.” He grab a frightened man who you recognized as N by his neck and back away.

Adam's gun muzzle move after them. Dazai quietly said. “Your ability is powerful but I generally know what you can do. All that's left to do is to crush you to death with more force than that.”

Verlaine laughs all of a sudden, seemingly delighted. “You have a grasp of my power?” Verlaine raise his arm towards the ceiling. 

The light of the room vanish and a shockwave is passing through. A shock, and black light.

Chuuya grits his teeth and gently pull your head backward covering your eyes with his hand.

A moment of silence. Chuuya speaks, irritated. “Oi, shitty Dazai. You said you generally get that guy's power.”

“Yeah..”

You notice that the cold wind is blowing inside the room. The wind from outside. The wind that is blowing from the sky.

Chuuya slip his hand off your face and you understand where the wind came from. “For real, this time! Did you really get it?!”

What was over there, is a huge circular tunnel. The tunnel continues straight to the surface, penetrating through all the ceilings, more than a dozen levels of the deep underground facility. 

A snippet of the sunset sky is visible. N, even Verlaine are nowhere to be seen.

You slowly stand and holds a hand to Chuuya. He accepts and you pull him up.

You turn to Shirase with a sneer. “Really, asshole?”

Shirase wave a hand back and forth. “I was just trying to protect you!”

“Oh, congratulations. You see, it did work.” You sarcastically said.

“I'm telling the truth!” Shirase insists.

“What should we do?” Adam lower down his gun, staring at the deep hole above.

Chuuya clicks his tongue. “Find him of course.”

He nod. “What's the plan, Dazai-san?” Adam ask as he face Dazai.

Dazai ignores him and walks toward your direction with a spring on his step. “[Your name]-chan.”

“What.” You didn't look up to him. “So, what's the plan?”

“Look at me.”

“Adam is asking you of the plan.”

“I said look at me.” He tilt your chin up to face him. His icy stare bore into yours, studying you with unforgiving judgement. The line of his mouth tightened a fraction.

A hard, quick pulse in your throat. His unwavering glare made you froze in place.

Oh, fuck. He's angry.

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“I thought you'll stick to my plan.” Dazai said in a low voice. “Were you lying to me the whole time, [Your name]-chan?”

You stare into his penetrating dark brown eyes. “So what? I had to do something.”

“Do something, you say? And if you die?”

“That's my problem.” You scowl at him. “Did you forget? We're in the Mafia, Dazai. Death is always around the corner. It's inevitable. But you know what, it's not so bad to admit that in the first place, you don't really care at all. This is all part of your plan, yes?” You said. The corners of your mouth twitching. “Or, you're trying to hide that fact even though it's written all over your face.”

Dazai's eyes widen. You pull your face away from his grip. “Tell us your plan. We don't have enough time for this shit.”

Dazai glares at you. “Fine then. I'll start with you, [Your name]-chan.” He spat. “Much to everyone's knowledge, your ability “Preludes and Nocturnes” is completely useless on this mission. Until I give you the command to resume your duties, you will remain in the background.”

You roll your eyes at him. “All right. Here's the plan...” Dazai started to explain his plan. From Hirotsu's secret mission to be the double body of Mori as a decoy to lure Verlaine, the assassination project together with the Port Mafia executives and all Mafia ability users. Dazai also mentioned a back up plan in case things would go wrong but didn't elaborate it any further.

Adam nod his head. “Roger. Let's go Chuuya-sama.”

“Wait.” Chuuya turns to you, his brows furrowed. “Hey, [Your name]. Where are you staying?”

“Don't mind me. I'll be staying somewhere. Don't worry.”

“Come with us. We're going to find a place for Shirase so he can hide from Verlaine for the mean time. You can stay with him.”

You stare at him incredulously. “Huh? No way! Dazai said that I'll be waiting for an order—”

“That's right.” Dazai cuts in. “[Your name]-chan will accompany me in case some members will chicken out from the mission. Whether they like it or not, they'll be controlled by her ability to return back to their assigned areas.” You bob your head in agreement.

”Tsk.” Chuuya grumbles under this breath. “Oi, Dazai.” Dazai turns to him. “You bastard, you know what to do.”

“I know, Chuuya. You don't have to remind me. Let's go, [Your name]-chan.“

You nod. “Be safe, Chuuya-kun!”

Shirase who's been staring at you and Chuuya in suspicion finally opens his mouth. “Are you sure you two are not... like, y'know... together? It's just... odd. Wait.” He gives you a look. “Is it prohibited to have such romantic relationships inside the Mafia?”

Dazai lets out a dramatic gasp. “Chuuya and [Your name]-chan are in a relationship? Oh my. Should I tell Mori-san?”

You groan loudly. Chuuya's eye twitches. “No, we're not.”

Dazai sighs in relief. “Oh, that's great. Imagine, two idiots hanging out together.” He shudders in disgust. “That's too much for me to handle. I'd rather die!”

Grabbing Dazai by the collar of his neck, you briskly walk out of the door. “That's it. We're going now. Please don't die.”

Adam stiffly wave a hand. “You too, [Your name]-san!”

The moon is a tiny sphere floating on the edge of the blue twilight. Dazai hums a tune as he stares into the sky with a small smile on his face. You cautiously scan the place with your eyes. 

You and Dazai are waiting into the darkness of the forest where all you could see are the silver railway tracks and the yellow front lights.  Any moment from now, a train where ‘Mori’ is currently hiding will be intercepted by Verlaine. As he'll be thinking that the hunt is over, the members of the mafia; non-ability or ability users will attack him all by the command of the sixteen year old child, Dazai.

He arrived. Verlaine is standing on the tracks. The train crashed into him but he easily immobilize the running vehicle as if it weighs nothing.

A tremendous force is applied to the train, and the lead carriage pitch sharply and bounces forward. Even the rear carriages are blown off by the track, falling over sideways into the forest as if they are drag tightly. The train, turning into a rampaging iron snake, gouge the earth surrounding it, mowed down the trees, and eventually, it came to a halt.

Verlaine set off to walk, heading towards the carriage in which Mori was in. He jump over the carriages that are partly buried in the ground, cutting across carriages whose electrical systems has started to catch fire, and finally reach the carriage of his main target. Verlaine approach the body of Mori and rolled his body around. Mori, who is actually Hirotsu, hit Verlaine's chest with his hand.

The powerful repulsive force cause by his ability blow Verlaine away. He went flying through a windowpane and fell into the decaying leaves. He rolled even further, scattering dirt before he finally stop as his back slammed violently against trees and shrubs.

Dazai turns to face your direction. His eyes cold and dark. “Stay here. Understand?”

You nod. “Tell me you understand.” When you just stare at his face, he takes a step forward and leans forward. “Use your words when I'm talking to you. Are you mute or just being a stubborn useless brat?”

Your mouth formed into an unpleasant twist as you throw him your most annoyed glare. “Yeah. I understand, damn you.”

“Good.” He jump and lift himself to sit on top of the overturned train, using the edge of the vehicle's frame as a bench to sit on. “Hello there~ Verlaine-san!” His sudden change of demeanor while talking to Verlaine makes you sick. 

This manipulative bastard.

“Dazai-kun.” Verlaine said as he pick up his hat that had fallen to the ground. "Even though I've heard the saying ‘There's no seniority when it comes to intelligence’— you truly are scary you, know?”

You unconsciously agree with what Verlaine said. Dazai is indeed scary. He created this whole plan by himself... even the boss entrusted his life to him.  Just, what is this guy?

“That was your fault.” Dazai said dryly as if he's lecturing him. Their words fell on your ears as you hide yourself in the darkness away from Verlaine's sight. 

“.... In other words, you're saying that you have no intention to withdraw, right?”

“Of course not.” Verlaine said plainly.

Dazai is not staring at anything, he just aimlessly gaze into space and said. “I see.” And then, with a disappointed expression on his face, he said. “In that case, it's your loss.”

A sniper bullet struck Verlaine's head directly startling you.

It started. Verlaine, his upper body bending backwards widely, caved in and tumble down the slope of leaf mold. After spinning around in place for about three times, he lifted his gaze and look at Dazai.

“Snipers? Th—” Before he could finish speaking, another sniper bullet ricocheted off his forehead. He almost slump sideways. His hands on the ground to support himself.

“Your ability only activates when you touch your target.” Dazai said as he look down at Verlaine. His legs dangling. He raise his hand in a nonchalant manner.

All at once, the dark night spewed fire. From above the dirt, out of the gaps in the cluster of trees, out of the decaying leaves and from atop the huge trees, more than fifty sniper bullets rush towards Verlaine at the same time. All the bullets were piecing his body.

Your jaw drop. There was nothing else Verlaine could do but to protect his head with both arms and to bend his body down low.

“You took on the wrong opponent, Verlaine-san,” Dazai said with a faint smile. “We do have perfect counter-measures against gravity abilities after all. Because whether I was asleep or awake, all I could think about was how to harass Chuuya.”

You internally face palmed. You knew it. These two are indeed hiding some sort of affair with one another.

“Don't make a fool of me...!” Verlaine grab a nearby tree and rip it out. He holds the tree high over his head, aiming to throw it. He intended to destroy the distant snipers, veiled in the darkness, by hurling trees like spears.

But— his hand stop moving midway. Port Mafia's executives and ability users show themselves and used their ability to attack Verlaine.

Nonchalantly, Dazai is gazing at the forest land with its thunderous sounds and gunfire. “Come here, [Your name]-chan!”

You hesitantly drag your feet forward to move beside him. With a carefree expression on his face, seemingly enjoying the cooling night breeze, Dazai is looking down at the battlefield that has turned into hell. “What do you think?”

You follow his line of sight. “Think of what?”

“The plan was extraordinary, right?”

“Yeah, it is.”

”Why did you go by yourself a while ago without at least informing me?”

This again? You sigh. “I had to, Dazai. You don't understand. I just felt the need to go and I was right. Chuuya-kun needed my help that time.”

“No, I understand. Right from the start, I already understand. You're the one who doesn't.”

You stare at him in question. He just flash you a shit-eating grin. He looked silly. From where you're standing with Dazai on your side, the light of the explosions is also clearly visible. This white light mowing down and blowing up the night forest, and its afterglow burned into the night sky.

“How is it proceeding, Dazai-dono?”

A middle-aged man appeared from inside the train. He's dressed in the attire of the Boss. The body double, Hirotsu.

“As you can see, it's going well! So well, it bores me.”

Hirotsu turn to you. “[Your name]-san, you're here?”

Dazai answers for you. “Yup. I told her to stay with me. She's completely useless right now, don't want her to ruin my plan.”

You resist the urge to roll your eyes.

Explosions are roaring, trees are falling, flashes of sniper bullets and heavy low tone are echoing nonstop. Hirotsu takes off his wig, put on the monocle he usually wore, and narrowed his eyes. “It's as expected, isn't it?”

“Of course! Since I thoroughly stalled for time in order to make these preparations,” Dazai said as he cross his legs with an air of elegance.

Beyond the scenery, cold air and flashes of light are shining and bursting. You stare at the scenery with a stern look.

Dazai rose to his feet and turn to his back onto the battlefield before him. He set out to walk.

“Dazai-dono?”

“Report back to me when it's over.” Dazai said as he began to walk. “[Your name]-chan, come with me.”

The next moment, a black wave is swelling up upon the battlefield. The wind stop blowing. The rustling of the forest died down as if they are fleeing from something. Invisible waves are filling the air.

“Fuck!” You exclaimed loudly.

“Evacuate!” Dazai shouted over the transceiver but even his voice is blown away by the shock wave.

And then a nightmare emerged to the surface. You look at the black sphere that has appeared above the distant forest.

“This— what's that?” Hirotsu ask, who is sitting next to you. His voice faltering.

“His gate opened.” Dazai's voice is husky as if he could not breathe properly.

Something black strikes from the space where Verlaine is standing. “Get down!” Dazai shouts as he jump over your form.

It flew like a cannonball and struck the last rail carriage, about four carriages away from the three of you. The carriage is shaking violently as if there's a massive earthquake.

By the time the shaking stops, the carriage that has been struck is completely deformed. Around half the carriage disappears. The remaining part is bent into an absurd shape, like a crumpled up piece of paper. And the hills further behind the train had been gouged out in a straight line; the soil, the bedrock and even the lined up trees vanished.

“Just now.... What on earth...” Hirotsu muttered.

You place a hand on your head as your vision became a little bit blurry from the impact. “It's the same...” You said.

“You're right.” Dazai agrees. “The incident that happened two days ago.”

Another black sphere expands rapidly. A foreboding wind of disaster blowing through.

One report after another reached Dazai's transceiver.

Team No. 3 Annihilated.

Team No. 5 All members dead.

Team No. 6 Connection broke.

Your breath hitch in your throat. Fuck. 

Dazai listen to the reports with his eyes closed. His face is expressionless, lacking any emotion.

“Dazai-dono, [Your name]-san. Please escape.”

“It's useless. There is no escaping from that force.” Dazai calmly said.

You stare breathlessly at the scenery. Hills eroded, trees being swallowed, and the terrain began to alter.

The Mafia members' screams are echoing on the background. “Dazai..!” You face him.

“And...,” Dazai said in a well projected voice as if it's meant to drown yours. “Up until now, everything went according to plan. If the next attack is successful, we'll win.”

“Next attack...” You echoes. Your eyes widen in realization. “Dazai... Don't tell me you're going to....”

Dazai smiles. His face lighting up in triumph. “Have you already said your precious good-byes to him?”

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In the Yokohama skies, clouds were shining white behind the moonlight, covering the night sky. Beneath them were the sounds of explosions and the crumbling earth. There were the screams of the dead, or the screams of those about to die.

You watch Dazai in a daze. Don't tell me.... Chuuya-kun...! You take a step backward and was about to run off to the other direction but Dazai seize your arm, grounding you to a sudden halt.

“[Your name]-chan, don't go.” Dazai calmly said, gripping your arm tighter. “It's useless. Chuuya and I already talked about it.”

You whip your head to face him, eyes full of tears. “Why didn't you tell me? Am I not part of this?”

Dazai sighs. “It's not like that. Come here.” You shake your head. He pulls you close. “Don't act like a child. I understand your frustrations but at this point, you and I can't do anything but to just wait for my plan's outcomes.”

Two hours earlier.

You watch Dazai hanging upside down in boredom. His legs are tied together to the edge of a street lamp, so he's suspended upside down.

“So, the only way to defeat the assassin king Verlaine is to have Chuuya jump out of a plane and get close to him from above.” Even though he's suspended in midair, Dazai's usual tired and bored expression hasn't change in the least.

“That so?” Chuuya sits in a chair and stare at the suspended Dazai with hostility.

“Serves you right.” You mumble, watching Dazai slowly turning midair.

“How mean, [Your name]-chan.” Dazai sobs. “Are you not going to help me?”

You shrug your shoulders. Chuuya silently pull on the string. He pulled and pulled, then stands up while taking a few steps back. Dazai, being pulled by the string, begins to turn round and round.

“We'll use a body double of Mori-san to lure Verlaine out. From there, we'll engage in a battle of arms, hitting him with everything we’ve got. If we successfully corner him, he’ll open up the gate as his trump card. Then, Chuuya will approach him by plane.”

Dazai said all that while slowly turning. His voice would sound far away as he face the other way, then sound closer as he turn back around. Once the cord is pulled back as far as it could go and Dazai is now leaning towards you, Chuuya let go.

You look around and found a discarded wooden stick. Picking it up, you gently poke Dazai's side. “And then..?”

Shirase whispers to Adam. “What are they doing?”

“Verlaine will—” And he spin. “—probably try to—” Another spin. “—attack us—” Another spin. “—but that’s all—” Another spin. “—part of the plan. If we—” Another spin. “—can neutralize the enemy's—” Another spin. “—attacks and get—” Another spin. “—to a point where—” Another spin. “—we can touch him—” He finally came to a stop. “—then it's our win. Blrgh...” and Dazai throws up. 

You shriek, moving away from him as fast as you can. “What the fuck, Dazai!”

Dazai lets out a cough and soon gags. “Urgh.. [Your name]-chan... Tell your boyfriend to let me go.”

Chuuya's body stiffen. You take a step closer to deliver a hard kick on Dazai and he started spinning again for the nth time.

“How many times do I have to tell everyone here that Chuuya-kun is not my boyfriend!”

Dazai twists and force his body to stop spinning. He sways to move closer to you and your face nearly touch each other. You flinch at the close proximity.

Chuuya pulls you by your collar, moving you away from Dazai. “Stop harassing her, shitty Dazai!”

Adam look at the unfolding scene. Shirase nudge him. “I just don't get what's going on.”

Shirase nods his head. “Me too.”

Chuuya walk back over to Dazai and started wrapping the cord around his torso once again. “I'm getting revenge on him at the same time as he's explaining our strategy.”

“Ahh...”

“It's my right to get revenge. He gave N's information to Verlaine to earn us some time knowing I would be tortured. Not to mention, as a result of that information, that detective was killed. There's no way I'd let him go without payback.” Chuuya said while glaring at Dazai. “I could think of 190 ways of exacting my revenge, and out of all of them, this one is the 2nd kindest. If I do any more than this, he won't be fit enough to act as the commander in our upcoming operation. It's taking everything I have to compromise.”

“Let me continue explaining.” Dazai’s expression returns back to boredom. “When the gate fully opens, Verlaine surrenders his consciousness to the monster of singularity. It’s just like he's asleep while in this state. He'll also automatically fight back against anything that seems hostile. Key word: automatically. He won't react to non-hostile contact since he doesn't have the ability to judge it. So...” He abruptly stops talking.

“So.. what?” You urge Dazai to continue.  

“So.. that's the time [Your name]-chan and I commit a lovers suicide!” Dazai says in a serious tone. “Help me out will ya, Chuuya?”

You, Shirase, and Adam's mouth drop in belief.

Chuuya's eye twitches in annoyance and he roars. “You fucking bastard. Be fucking serious!”

Dazai ignores him and turns to you. “I'm thirsty, [Your name]-chan...”

“Don't ignore me, you bastard!”

You raise a brow. “What? Suddenly?” Dazai nod and gives you his best puppy look. You resist the urge to kick him again. “Ugh. I'll get one for you.”

“Really? Thanks!” Dazai watch as you move in hurry. When you’re out of his sight, he coldly face them startling Adam and Shirase. “So.. we'll continue feigning attacks with a decoy unit while Chuuya approaches him unarmed.”

Dazai stops and a smile cracks on his face foreboding a melancholic destruction.

“Slowly, elegantly, we'll make him swallow the poison with love—like giving candy to a baby.”

Chuuya furrows his brows. “You don't have to send her away. She'll eventually figure out your plan whether you like it or not, bastard.”

Dazai grins. “I know, Chuuya.”

Shirase stares at Chuuya in question and then to Dazai. “Why? I don't understand. She's an ability user, right? Why would you keep this plan from her?”

Dazai pretends to think. “Hm... Because there's a possibility that Chuuya might open his gate while fighting Verlaine.”

Adam sullenly nods his head. “I see.” He turns to Chuuya. “Don’t worry, Chuuya-sama. I'll protect you with my life.”

Before Chuuya can even answer Adam, Shirase inserts. “That didn't answer my question.”

Dazai lets out a loud sigh. “Haaah. Isn't it obvious?” He gives Shirase a ‘are you dumb?’ look. “[Your name]-chan might go behind my back again to save Chuuya. If Chuuya opens his gate, I might not be there to save her on time and she will die.”

Chuuya scoffs. His piercing blue eyes can already sense Dazai's bullshit a mile. “Save her? Really now.”

Dazai smiles evilly, his eyes dark and cruel. “I will only allow [Your name]-chan to die when I'm right by her side, Chuuya.” He hums before finishing his speech. “Not on yours. Remember that.”

You and Dazai watch as snipers, grenade launchers, and ammo fire from ability users fly at Verlaine from the ground. In response to the sudden hostility, the black spheres rain down on the ground, mowing down to them. The terrain change as the mafiosi turned to corpses before being suck in.

Thirty minutes passed by and you heard another loud explosion.

“Is it... over?” Hirotsu ask in a soft whisper. Dazai reach out his hand and you give him the walkie-talkie.

The battle may have been over, but the remnants of the gravity waves left a lot of commotion in the forest.

“Hello hello, good friends of mine. I've heard the reports.” Dazai’s said. “So you defeated Verlaine? I'm thoroughly impressed! Even though I was in a, ‘Well, even if I'm crushed flat in the sky, at least I'll be like Chuuya’ kind of mood when I came up with it.”

You heard Chuuya's voice on the walkie-talkie but Dazai immediately cuts him off to ask something about N. Taking a long deep breath, you look up at the starless sky. That's when you notice a bright, golden flare cut sharply across the night skies with a line of smoke trailing behind it. “What's that...?” Beside you, Dazai unblinkingly stares at the light. His eyes move quickly as he search for the source of the light.

“What is it, Dazai-dono?” Hirotsu ask.

“... That isn't good.” Dazai's voice is less of a sound and more of a quivering gasp.

 “Evacuate all personnel… No, there isn't enough time.”

The sky split into two. Black lightning crash down and the atmosphere swells.

From atop the train, The three of you heard it. The howling laughter of a demon.

The same disaster happened nine years ago. The earth boils, houses started evaporating, and the heavens burn while the earth screams. However—what's in front of you now, burning the forest away, isn't Arahabaki. It's even bigger, even darker, and more sinister. Its massive body hides the moon, the slightest movement create vacuum waves, and a single step would split the ground in two.  

Dazai looks up at the figure. “This is a singularity? Could such a power truly be born from abilities?” Dazai’s voice sounded ecstatic. “It's almost like the world is ending.” The edges of his lips form a subconscious smile.

Hirotsu closes his eyes in defeat. Your thoughts drifted back to Chuuya and Adam. Chuuya-kun... Are you safe?

The beast started moving.

It take several seconds for it to just lift its heel off the ground, but the tip of its foot alone is fast enough to create a shock wave. It doesn't matter how slow it move, it would always be just as fast as a limited express train.

You, Hirotsu and Dazai gaze steadily out at the beast's tracks in the forest. 

“Dazai... He's started walking.” You said blankly. “Over there's the city—He's heading for Yokohama.”

“He's the incarnation of hatred.” Dazai said as if he's reading a book out loud. “He reacts to attacks, AKA the enemy's hatred. Some of the people in the city have noticed the attack by now. In response to that signal, he's heading towards Yokohama.”

“Then, if this keeps up...”

“Right. Millions of people will die.” Dazai takes out his radio. “It's like a tidal hour out here.” As he say those words, he adjusted the frequency of his radio before speaking into it. “Mori-san? You should run away, he's heading your way.”

He's calling the boss?

Dazai explains to Mori the situation. You stare down at the ground. If this keeps up.. we’re all going to die. But.. what can I do? Chuuya-kun and Adam's probably dead by now.. I'm so useless— Your tears are threatening to spill anytime by now but Dazai lets out a heaving sound.

“What is it, Dazai?” You wipe your tears with your sleeve and turns to him. Dazai stands motionless once he turned the radio off. Then, he hold the radio close to his chest, crouch down into a ball, and shouts at the ground much to your surprise.

“Anything but thaaaaaaaat!!”

I see.. Even Dazai has already lost it. You shake your head.

Dazai stands. He drop the radio and holds both of your hand. “[Your name]-chan. Let's— ”

You cut his words off. “Double suicide?”

Dazai’s expression shift a little and he vigorously bobs his head up and down. “Yes. Let's do it now before it becomes a triple suicide.”

“Triple... suicide... what?”

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“Triple... suicide… what?”

Dazai sighs in exasperation. “Don't you get it? Mori-san is trying to manipulate me with his plan. If I wouldn't be able to save Chuuya, he'll die and if I give up right now and will commit a lovers suicide with you,”

“Which is unlikely.” You interrupts.

He rolls his eyes. “It'll be like committing a triple suicide with Chuuya! Eurgh.” He made a noise of disgust. “I don't want that.”

You smirk. “Well.. how about you'll just go and save Chuuya-kun, Dazai?”

Dazai snorts. “No way.”

“And, who knows, what will happen to both of us after? We might be able to save him before it's too late...  then that monster will either consume us whole or squish us to death. A swift and painless death, right? How about that?”

He glares at you. “You... Are you trying to manipulate me also..? Just to save Chuuya?”

You innocently blink your eyes. “Am I? I'm just suggesting an idea here. It's up to you whether you'll accept my offer or not.”

Dazai opens his mouth to say something but the ground shakes and you lean your unsteady body on a nearby tree for support.

What is it this time? A gigantic heat sphere. It's a crimson sphere of light that seemed to reach the sky. First, the razor-thin flames enveloped the giant beast. From the ground beneath its feet to near the giant's beast's head, a high heat, spherical shell shrouded it like a bubble of soap, before it implodes.

“What... What the?”

Everything is melting. After the trees which had been engulf by the heat, burst into flames, they quickly carbonized and eventually turn into a white smoke. Even the earth is flowing as a seething sludge and evaporated even further. 

In a matter of minutes, everything was over. The three of you tightly shut your eyes to protect them from the high heat.

All that was left behind the earth that had been melted eroded into a precise circle, and the trees that had remained unburnt and also been out of range escape being burned.

After a long silence, Dazai open his mouth. “Stay here, [Your name]-chan.” He start to walk deeper into the forest.

“No, I'm coming with you.” You jog to walk beside him. “He's probably still alive...”

“You think so?”

“Chuuya-kun wouldn't die so easily.” You grit out the words. “I just know it.”

“You seem to have this strong feelings towards him.” Dazai chuckles. “I might be moved to tears right now.”

“Shut up. We don't have time for this.”

“Then, why?”

“That's because I care, Dazai. That's it.”

Dazai turns to you. “Is that really it?”

You furrow your brows. “What are you trying to say? You're acting weird lately.”

He avert his attention. “Oh, well... Let's see if the slug is still alive.”

A long walk into the woods, everything is silent until Dazai groans in frustration which startled you. “What? You're alive, Chuuya?” You could barely hear the disappointment on Dazai's voice.

You gasp when Chuuya turns around. He's covered in bruises and mud dirt. Dazai toss something to Chuuya. Before it hit him, he caught it.

It's Verlaine's hat.

“Chuuya-kun..”

Chuuya meets your eyes with his tired ones. “[Your name].”

You look around. “Where's Adam?”

There's a solemn look on Chuuya's face when he stares at you. “N's corpse was found.” Dazai cuts in. “He's been squashed. Fact is that with him, every person who knew whether Chuuya is a human or not is gone now.... Disappointed?”

“I dunno... I'm..” Chuuya said while gazing at the site of Ground Zero. He open his mouth to continue, then he turn to look at Dazai as if he had just realized something. “Hold on! You've already figured out a way to tell if I'm human or not even without N, haven't you?”

“I've been exposed?” Dazai laughs shamelessly. “We've caught some people who had been working as N's subordinates at the laboratory. Even if they didn't know the truth, they at least knew how to read the instruction formula inside Chuuya. I've got a brief lecture, and well, it seems like I am able to find out if I analyzed Chuuya for a couple of days.”

“You think I'll let a guy like you peek inside my body?”

“Huh? Oh, come on! Let me take a look! Sounds fun, no? I'm sure [Your name]-chan here is also interested!”

Chuuya turns to you. Your face went red and you shake your head. “It's up to you of course... Don't drag me into this Dazai!”

Dazai smiles darkly, not showing his true intentions. “Fufufu. Well, I asked them about the distinction method. If Chuuya is human, there's still a log remaining that has erased your memories, so to say, early childhood memories of when you've lived with your parents, until you've been taken to the research institute. That's how we can find out. Hey, sounds cool, don't you think?”

“First of all,” Chuuya growls.

You sigh. There they go again.

“the whole ‘showing-only-to-you-what's-inside-my-body’ situation makes me so sick I could retch blood!”

The ground quivers. It trembles once, then at slightly erratic intervals, as though it is afraid of something. “Ugh!” Chuuya groans in pain. He put a hand on his head.

You step forward. “Chuuya-kun? What's wrong?”

Chuuya looks at you in realization. The ground slanted.

Dazai lay his other hand to the ground for support. You survey the surroundings but there's no sign that the ground inclined because it's moving or being destroyed. But the trees are bent over. Pebbles roll away towards one certain point.

In the center is a black tail, the remains of the giant beast. The black tail is bubbling. Dark particles are born from it, scattering gravitons around with a sound as if the mud is boiling. It contracts, wriggles and change its shape as if it is a beating heart.

“What the...”

“You gotta be kidding me...”

The tail is wriggling and turn into a black lump, trying to take the shape of something else.

“So that's how it is....” Dazai said as he stares at the black lump with a stern expression on his face.

Cracks appear on the ground. Something poke its head out of the black lump. Something that look like the head of a reptile.

“Watch out!”

Chuuya uses gravity manipulation to leap to the side and grasp your hand. The three of you are rolling in the direction of the woods after you dragged Dazai along.

Darkness settles over the space. A black torrent is radiating from something. It is not an attack, but rather a streak of outer space that had suddenly appear on Earth.

The ground is cut in two in an instant. Black light penetrates the ground immediately and reach towards the cluster of buildings. In the distance, some of the city lights flicker as if they are convulsing before they eventually disappear.

“What—” You're at a loss for words. That was far apart from the city area. It has been a stroke of luck, but if it had hit Yokohama's center, thousands of people would have probably died in an instant. “Just now... was that graviton radiation?” Your face tense up.

Dazai swallows hard. “Impossible. The reaching distance is even further than before.”

The monster tried to reveal itself. Shoulders appear, a chest emerged. The head look like that of a beast similar to Guivre before, but the number of eyes are different. It has two flaming red-glowing eyes, almost in the same position as those of a human. Thick arms, massive torso, it gradually emerged from the black mass, pulsating as it reveal itself, and as it pulsated, its body grew huge.

“Both of you, don't look at it.” Dazai whispers. “It responds to people's emotions. Don't pay attention to it. Look somewhere else.”

Slowly, you and Chuuya shift your attention to the ground. “Oh.” Dazai mutters. “The glowing red eyes... It looks like yours whenever you activate your ability, [Your name]-chan.”

Chuuya stifles a laughter to come out by coughing. You glare at Dazai. “You fucking bastard—”

“I'm telling the truth! But don't look at it, okay?” Dazai grins.

The moonlight that illuminates the ground is interrupted by the massive body. At first, only a part of it, eventually, the entire ground within the sight.

“The giant beast can't be burnt with flames..” Dazai said while staring at your face. You give him a deadpan look. “Seems like it doesn't matter how huge the flames of an ability weapon are. That thing looks like a giant beast, but isn't any substance to begin with. It's just infinite energy stored by the singularity, condensed into a certain space. It has neither internal organs, nor vitals. It will keep moving until it has consumed the infinite energy of the singularity.”

“Until it is consumed.... How long is that?”

“A month, a year?” Dazai look at Chuuya with a tense smile on his face. “Possibly, it will keep on moving forever until the end of the Earth since it's an infinite energy.”

The giant beast begin to move. The vibration of its first step shakes the ground. The three of you look up.

It has grown even more gigantic than before, having completely left the range of a living being now. Its mouth seem to be able to swallow even a house. A pair of glowing eyes, protruding shoulders. Just by moving, the giant dinosaur shaped torso generated bolts of lightning due to the energy's after effects. The claws of its huge feet gouged the earth, mowing down trees and settling the ground with just a single step. This bizarre appearance, exceeding even human imagination, was the true form of the demon beast, Guivre.

“Maybe it has absorbed the singularity energy of the heat sphere from earlier.” Dazai muttered in a daze. “Seems like even the European leaders have apparently never tested what would happen if two singularity weapons collide, like with an experiment or something.”

Your eyes are fix to the moving direction of the demonic beast. “It's heading to the city again.”

Dazai hums. “I guess you can gradually see that thing from the city by now, right? It reacted to what was in front of his eyes and walked off. Until there's no one left to look at it, it won't stop its destruction.”

Chuuya turns to Dazai and grab his arm. “If so, why are we wasting our time here like that? When Yokohama is gonna be destroyed, the Port Mafia will also disappear!”

“He's right. What should we do?”

Exasperated, Dazai shakes his head. “Both of you... think a little. Chuuya, if so, what do you want to do? Become a giant too and have a fist fight with that thing?” Dazai looks back at Chuuya with a cold expression. “It's impossible. Can't you see that? What's called a singularity, you know, is what [Your name]-chan? I told you about this a while ago. I'm tired talking to Chuuya.”

Chuuya's eye twitches. You sigh. “It turns into an embodiment of something that shouldn't be.”

Dazai pats your head. “Good, you were listening.” You smack his hand away. “Chuuya, what could a human being do against an opponent like that?”

“That thing's different.” Chuuya muttered as he looked back at Dazai, his eyes flicker with stubbornness for a few seconds. 

“Chuuya-kun...”

“There's a way to deal with this thing. There has to be.” He said forcefully.

Dazai relax as he sat down on the ground. “Hahaha, interesting. Based on what?”

“On Verlaine. When I was trapped inside this thing, I saw his memory.”

“His memory?” You question.

Chuuya nods. “His memory when they took me away from the facility and escaped. He had a dispute with Rimbaud about me, and then it turned into a fight. Right after that, he must have fought against Arahabaki and survived.”

Dazai narrowed his eyes. “I see, that's how it is, huh...”

You rub your temple. “Did Verlaine showed you something?”

“Yeah. About Arahabaki— there is a way to beat the singularity-life form. He showed me that memory in order to tell me how to do it.”

Dazai grins. “Let's have you talk about it in detail.”

After Chuuya explains what he saw on Verlaine's memories, the three of you are now standing on top of a spherical gas storage tank intently watching the demon beast Guivre, as it slowly approaches toward your direction. It's a spherical storage tank installed in the suburbs to store city gas. The apex of its scaffolding was higher than most skyscrapers. The face of the demon beast walking in the distance was almost at the same height.

“What do you think, [Your name]-chan?”

“I think it should take around 30 minutes until the center of Yokohama turned into a crumple mess.” You mumble absentmindedly.

“That's something we won't see.” Chuuya assures you, clutching the hat in his hand. “By then, we've either blown him away, or we're dead. I'm not gonna let that shit happen.”

Dazai scoffs. “You're only saying that because [Your name]-chan is here with us. Are you trying to impress your way around her?” Chuuya gawks at him in disbelief. “But seriously, I definitely don't wanna die here. A triple suicide together with Chuuya is the worst. Let's do this seriously for once.”

“You bastard! Stop making up things! I don't wanna die either because I gotta become an executive first so I can order you around.”

“Wow~ such self confidence! With that jewelery business? It seems that it's going well, isn't it?”

Chuuya smirks. “You won't catch up with me, bastard. That's because my jewelry distribution channels are the best in Yokohama among smugglers, fences and appraisers.”

You chuckle. “What?” Chuuya narrow his eyes. “Don't tell me you're on this suicidal bastard's side?”

You dismissively wave a hand. “No way. That's not it and I'm not taking sides here. Dazai already knows that because before you took over, he was responsible for that, you know?”

“Huh?!” Chuuya stare at Dazai with a surprise look on his face. “Then that means.... the first person in charge of planning the distribution system... it was you, you bastard!”

Dazai sticks out his tongue. You softly swat their foreheads. “Leaving that aside for now, it will soon reach the area of operation.” You indicated the direction ahead with your chin.

The footsteps of the demon beast, Guivre, were getting closer. Chuuya is staring at the demon beast for a while. He then turn his gaze up and shouted. “A hand-me-down job from Dazai?!”

Dazai snickers. “Fufufu. No matter what you do, you will always be my dog, Chuuya.”

You let out a loud groan. “Just leave it already, will you?!”

Chapter Text

The giant beast trampled on the trees by the roadside, tearing off the power lines. The signs as well as every single illegally parked vehicle was floating due to the gravity anomaly and ended up being crushed in midair and turned into a dust. Your clothes are fluttering in the wind from the high altitude. Dazai look straight ahead. “You do remember the strategy, right?”

“Yeah.”

“You still have to be careful because it's not a sure-fire strategy. I don't know what will happen. As you know, Arahabaki will crash into the demon beast, Guivre. At this point, it wouldn't be strange for the world to be blown away.”

“It won't be blown away.” Chuuya sneers. “Nine years ago, Verlaine survived by his hand.”

You take a deep breath. Your hands are trembling on your sides. Dazai's battle strategy is to open Chuuya's 'Gate' and strike the beast with the infinite energy of Arahabaki.

Dazai glance sideways at your direction. “We already know how to open Chuuya's 'Gate', the control incantation that N said— 'Thou, grantors of dark disgrace, you need not wake me again.' With that, the seal instruction formula is initialized. The 'Gate' will not open with that alone, but that hat will help you with the rest.”

What Chuuya is holding on his hands, is the black hat worn by Verlaine years ago. You stare at the approaching form of the beast. “It's about time. From here, Chuuya-kun will open the 'Gate' in front of the monster. Chuuya-kun, strike that guy with all the power you can muster.” Chuuya nods.

Dazai lift the wireless receiver with one hand. “And soon, I'll send instructions to my subordinates to prepare for the operation.... is that okay?”

“Of course, it's okay!” Chuuya turn to Dazai. “Why are you even asking me such things?”

Dazai did not answer right away. “There is one problem.” Even so, he started to speak hesitantly. “It's a problem unrelated to the success rate of the operation. It's a problem that we have to overcome eventually... but, it may take some time to make a decision.”

“What the hell is this?!” Chuuya raise an eyebrow and look at Dazai. “Why are you putting airs on like that? Come on, just say it!”

“About what I've said earlier, the control spell to open your 'Gate', I said it's to initialize the instruction formula inside Chuuya, right?” Dazai said in an oddly restrained voice. “If you're using that, it will also erase the instructions formula log that was written in the past. In other words.... Supposing an instruction formula for erasing memories was used on Chuuya in the past, that log would be deleted together with the formula.”

Your eyes widen. Huh?

“Huh?”

“Instruction formula for erasing memories. I told you earlier, haven't I? I said, the only way to find out whether Chuuya is human or not, is to confirm if there are records of the erasure of your memories.... In other words,” Dazai look at Chuuya with an earnest eyes. ”If you use the control spell, there is no way to confirm whether Chuuya is an artificially created character string personality or an ordinary human being.... forever.”

Time stop. Chuuya's eyes are wide open, staring blankly at Dazai.

“Verlaine became like that because he was tormented by the curse of being called not human. That alone was a serious problem. Even not knowing yourself if you're human or not.” Dazai pull his pocket watch out, takes a glimpse and continues. “The start of the operation can be pushed back for another two minutes. I'll order our men to stand ready. It's good to think for a moment on your own because I think, you can't gather your thoughts if we're here.” With that, Dazai turn to his back and tug your hand to drag you with him. You stop when another hand grab the one that Dazai is holding.

You turn to him in wonder. “Chuuya-kun?”

Dazai stops to stare at Chuuya. With a soft sigh, he let go of your hand and walk towards the stairs leaving you two behind.

“The reason why the Flags died..” Chuuya started.

“Flags? Ah, the Young Men's Association...” You tried to put on a smile. “What about them?”

“It was all because of me. Pianoman, Lippman, Albatross, Iceman and Doc... they tried their best to prove that I'm a human... even to the point of going around behind the Boss's back.” Chuuya confess.

“Did they... really?”

“And Verlaine... killed them because I cared for them. You know that, right?”

“I know. Adam...” You pause as soon as you say his name.

This is like walking in thin ice.  Chuuya-kun lost countless of people that he cared the most, people that he treasured in his life. This world is cruel and unforgiving yet Chuuya-kun remained strong.

Breathing in and breathing out, you let out a shaky breath. “Adam told me.”

Chuuya looks into your teary eyes. You wipe the tears that are now cascading down your face. “Listen.... whether Chuuya-kun is an artificial being or a human being... I, the Mafia, Adam and the Flags believed you for who you are as a person. Your body belongs to you, every strands of your hair, your feelings and emotions... you have the right to feel because your feelings are valid just like us... Isn't that more than enough?”

His eyes widen. At the corner of your eyes, Chuuya takes off the black gloves on his hands.

Pianoman, Lippman, Albatross, Iceman and Doc's faces flashes into your mind. Adam is with them too at the side. 

Chuuya takes a step forward and squish your cheeks with his warm hands. “We're going to have a long talk after this, okay?”

You slowly nod your head. “Owwkkay.”

He release you and grins. “I'm going now, [Your name].”

“Be safe. Don't die, Chuuya-kun...”

Chuuya pats your head.

A loud metallic clang rings on the air as he surged upwards. Dazai approaches from behind. “Playing it cool till the end, huh?” A smile appear on his lips that seems both troubled and relieved. From then on, he give out instructions over the transceiver. “Chuuya has sortied. All teams, prepare for combat.”

It's starting.

The crimson light burn the ground. You narrow your eyes at the wind blown towards your direction. 

“Amazing....” Dazai mutters in a daze. Observing atop the storage tank. “Is this truly the extent of what you are, Arahabaki?”

You clutch onto the railing to withstand the impact. You lift your arms to shield your face and cautiously peer at the fight through the gap.

“Wait.... they're cancelling each other out?” You gawk. The two forces vanished after colliding in midair. Purple light flashes repeatedly before disappearing completely.

“Hahahaha yay!!” Dazai shows a shaky smile at your tense face. “The prediction was correct. What Verlaine showed on his dream, it was true!”

Was it? After a few moments, you notice something.

“Dazai.... Chuuya-kun's injuries are deeper. He's not going to withstand at this rate..”

Drawing a trail of blood on the air, Chuuya— Arahabaki is howling and raging.

“This is bad.”

“Dazai!”

“Second unit, fire!” Dazai's voice is reverberating from the radio. “Don't pay attention to simultaneous hits! In any case, just aim at it and hold up your fire!”

From the buildings, from the transport trucks, from the roads, innumerable Mafia members carrying cylindrical weapons on their shoulders, started firing at the demon beast, Guivre. By aiming and pulling the trigger, the guided and fixed rocket would automatically pulverize the target. Its explosive power was beyond comparison to hand grenades or rifle grenades. A cluster of excessive power far too great for an individual to possess, obtained by the Mafia through backdoor with overseas arms dealers. There are not many people who can withstand this blow, even when fighting ability users.

However, when the smoke from the explosion cleared, demon beast Guivre beyond had not even a single scratch on its body.

“It's all right, this is fine!” Dazai is shouting over the radio. “Continue to shift his attention to the ground!”

The dark matter cannons of the demon beast Guivre, unleashed as a counterattack, were mowing down the ground. The darkness sliced through the ground, turning the Mafiosi into dust without even letting them scream.

But the Mafiosi did not recoil. Those who survived prepares new rockets and shot them at the demon beast one after another. For that reason, the attacks were focus on the Mafia members on the ground who were superior in number, so Chuuya became free.

You watch in horror as Chuuya is alone, floating on the sky as he was bleeding all over his body. His body is almost at its limit. “Chuuya-kun....”

The demon beast backfired and avert its attention back to Chuuya. Countless attacks were exchanged one after another until a blazing black wings appear on Chuuya's back. His eyes closed. 

The incarnation of a malevolent god. A black divine beast. Chuuya unleash an attack, after several minutes of throwing endless strong attacks, the giant beast is finally collapsing. Its body turning into snow like particles, gently dancing like powder flowing down towards the center of the halo.

Since the flow of time has slow down in the high gravity area, its collapse appears to be extremely slow, even graceful, when viewed from the outside. The giant beast is not howling anymore. It only opened its mouth, as if it is silently accepting its own destiny, and simply stood up and disintegrated.

Chuuya shed the black wings on his back and softly descended from the sky after floating in power for a brief period of time. Before he reaches the hard concrete, you sprint in his direction and slip to the ground to catch him. Dazai catch up beside you and kneels down to touch Chuuya. His nullifying ability activates. The red markings diminish from all over Chuuya's body.

Soon, the gravitational field disappear and the silence is completely restored. “You've worked hard...” You gently brush the dirt off his face with your thumb.

“Thanks for the hard work, Chuuya.” Dazai laughs as he turn towards him. ”I forgot to bring an ink pen, so I'll let you off without a doodle on your face, okay?”

You laugh.

The incident finally came to an end. It had been a major incident that had resulted in many casualties, but barely remained in people's memories. The damage was massive but practically, no one was able to understand the true nature of how it happened. The huge destruction in the Yokohama suburbs was published in the newspaper as a result of a large scale dispute between the illegal organization of the Port Mafia and its rival organizations. Guns and grenades, a terrifying amount of bombs had flown about and changed the terrain. 

Two months after the incident, you and Chuuya lights an incense sticks to the graves of the Flags.

You closed your eyes. You'll miss Albatross never ending enthusiastic energy. Pianoman and Lippman's curiousity, Doc and Iceman's nonchalance. It was hard to let go especially when they were already part of your life and also became your friends even for a short period of time.

You take a deep breath and open your eyes. When you turn to Chuuya, he's already staring at you.

“Chuuya-kun?”

He shakes his head. “They didn't die in vain, [Your name].”

You smile at him. “I know. People who are part of the Mafia never recoils back to an enemy. It's admirable, actually. They'll rest in peace for an eternity.”

Chuuya takes a deep breath. He looks up at the clear sky. “Let's go out after this.”

You blink twice. “Sure. But you have an appointment with Shirase-kun and Dazai after this, right?”

“Yeah, right. Shirase's going to London. I'll talk to him first and also, a private meeting with the European ability user.”

You grin. “Your schedules are quite full at the moment. Settle with it first and tell me when you're available.”

Chuuya rolls his eyes. “Yeah, of course. So, where are you going after this? I'll drop you off.”

“Mmhm..” You think for a moment. “I don't know... Oh, at the headquarters, please. I'm going to take a rest.”

He furrow his brows. “Huh? Come with me, then. I don't think the boss will mind.”

You flap a hand. “No, Chuuya-kun. That's your business with Dazai, only. It's not something that I should be part of.” You take a glimpse on your watch. “You'll be late. Shirase-kun is already waiting for you.”

He groans and walk towards his motorcycle. “Whatever. Hop on already. Let's get this shit over with.”

You laugh. “Geez, you easily get irritated.”

“I'm not!” Chuuya huffs.

“I'll be waiting.”

“Yeah.”

Chapter Text

Chuuya drop you off at the Port Mafia headquarters. You take off his helmet and hand it to him.

“Thank you.”

“I'll call you, [Your name].”

“Yup. See ya, Chuuya-kun.”

He nods.

You stare as the motorcycle faded away into the road, getting smaller and smaller until it was eventually out of sight.

When you turn to the headquarters, it stands firm together with the five, tall black buildings. The main building stands at the forefront of the four, looking over the entire city of Yokohama. The storm that devastated the Port Mafia, the 'Assassination King' incident had ended with countless of Mafia members may it be ability and non-ability users died for the sake of ending the war, to bring peace in the city. The wounds inflicted on the Port Mafia during the 'Assassination King' incident were not shallow ones. Lost of weapons, members, and valuable combat ability users. The authorities had taken notice. Therefore, for the time being, it's important to act unremarkable, docile, keep a low profile, and restore the strength of the organization.

You sigh with exhaustion and make your way to the staircase that leads to the building's main door. The elevator is on the right, and the smell of incense sticks lingers on your body. Fortunately, nobody is in the area. You don't want the overpowering smell to bother them. The elevator softly dings when you reach the third floor and the automatic door opens. You're about to step out but stop when you saw Dazai standing with his hands on his pockets. It's a rare sight for him to wear a black suit and a necktie. A formal attire for the privileged guests of the private meeting.

“[Your name]-chan, you reek of incense sticks.” Dazai said, scrunching his nose in distaste.

“I had to pay respect by visiting their graves, Dazai.” You step out of the elevator. Dazai sidesteps to let you pass.

“I discovered an interesting place near downtown. I'll meet you at the Cosmo World, okay?” You stare at him in confusion and he continues. “I'll let you know after I'm done with the meeting.”

“Uhh, actually. I have something important to attend to. Can we have it tomorrow instead?”

Dazai tilt his head to the side. “Something important? I'm sure that can wait. I'll see you around.” He steps inside the elevator and press the button.

The door closes leaving your mouth gaping. “That bastard... he never listen.”

You sluggishly take out your keys and open the door to your room. The moment you step inside, you immediately take a hot bath, gently rubbing the soap all over your body just to erase the reeking smell of incense. With a towel wrap around your damp body, you came out of the shower.

The huge ass wardrobe towers in front of you. You think for a moment.

Where are we going? What should I wear?

You peer inside the wooden material and check the clothes lined perfectly inside the wardrobe.

“Dammit. What do people wear on this type of occasion?”

This is just a simple hangout with Chuuya-kun right? What do people call this?

Is this considered a date? Your face went red at the thought.

No no no no way. It's just a get together after the long battle, right?

A simple celebration? Right. That's it. What am I even thinking?

Your phone suddenly rings making you jump. Scrambling on the bed, you pick up the ringing device and click the answer button.

“Y-Yes? It's [Your name]!” You squeak.

There's a brief silence on the other line. “Yeah, I know. This is your number unless shitty Dazai is holding your phone again like the last time.” Chuuya answers incredulously.

“Yeah, right. Well, he's not here... so, how's the meeting?”

“It's over. I'll be waiting at the Cosmo World.”

Your heart drop.

“I'll just wait at the entrance so you'll be able to see me without wandering around the whole place.”

Your heart drop for the second time. “But... um..”

In your mind, you're organizing the what ifs situation, switching to an alternative strategy at a tremendous speed.

You came up with nothing.

“What is it?”

“Chuuya-kun... Uh, actually, Dazai will also be waiting at the downtown area...?”

“Huh?!” Chuuya screeches making you flinch.

“Ugh, don't screech! You'll rupture my eardrum!”

He ignores you and continues screeching. “That bastard! What is he doing there! Did you invited him?!”

“No! Listen, this is what actually happened...”

You nervously start explaining from the beginning starting when Chuuya drop you off at the Port Mafia headquarters until you stumble upon Dazai. He went off to the elevator brushing you off without at least letting you explain of the situation you're in.

“This is bullshit.” Chuuya growls. “That shitty bastard probably knows what is going on. You know what, ditch him.”

He definitely knows. This is Dazai we're talking about. “That's rude. I'll just call and tell him that I wouldn't be able to meet him, okay?”

“Yeah, do that. Whatever. Do anything to get rid of that annoying bastard.”

“Okay... I'm hanging up, Chuuya-kun.”

“Yeah.”

The call ended.

You dial Dazai's number. After a couple of rings, the call drop.

He's not answering... Damn it. You drop the phone on the bed and face your wardrobe with a determined look on your face.

Since the September breeze is getting cold these days, you decided to pick a black pencil skirt, white chunky knit sweater and a black sock chunky heel. To match the look, you wore silver accessories and a silver hairpin on your hair.

Yokohama Cosmo World is a three minute walk from the Port Mafia headquarters. A walking distance of several train stations, including Minato Mirai Station (Minato Mirai Line), Sakuragicho Station (JR Keihin-Tohoku Line, JR Negishi Line, Yokohama Municipal Subway Blue Line) and Bashamichi Station (Minato Mirai Line.) Cosmo World is an urban type three-dimensional amusement park in the Minato Mirai 21 district. “Cosmo Clock 21”, a large Ferris wheel having a height of 112.5 meters and capacity of 480 passengers. It is built for the opening of the Yokohama Exposition which was held in 1989, a landmark structure. The place is divided into three zones: the “Wonder Amuse Zone” with its scary rides, the “Burano Street Zone” with its popular attractions and the “Kids Carnival Zone” for children.

When you reach the place, you look around and spot Dazai and Chuuya standing at the entrance bickering their asses off.

You let out an exasperated sigh. I knew it.

“Oh, [Your name]-chan!” Dazai waves a hand. “I've been waiting!”

“Tsk. Shut up, shitty Dazai. I've been here minutes ago.”

“Duh, Chuuya. I was actually wandering around the place before you arrived.” He roll his eyes.

“Umm...” You look back and forth between them.

Will these two ever stop pestering each other?

Dazai beams as he rake his unbandaged eye on your form. “[Your name]-chan! You look gorgeous.” You open your mouth to say something but he cuts in. “Did you dress up for me? Aww. I'm flattered.”

Your eye twitches. Calm down, [Your name].

Chuuya click his tongue and throws an annoyed glare at Dazai's direction. Dazai noticed and smirks. “You should appreciate a man who compliments you, [Your name]-chan. Unlike a certain slug I know who's actually a—”

“Shut up, bastard! I was about to do that but then you opened your disgusting and manipulative mouth!” Chuuya shouts.

You groan. “Stop it, both of you. The two of you are embarrassing the heck out of us. People are staring for fuck's sake.”

Dazai and Chuuya huffs in annoyance and turn away from each other. You place a hand on your hip and observed them. There's a minute of silence. No one talked. “So, where are we going? Tell me your plans, both of you.”

Dazai raise an index finger on the air. “I want to ride the Cosmo Clock 21 ferris wheel. It's a good start for a romantic date, you know. I'll just imagine Chuuya is invisible for the whole duration so he would stop ruining my day. Simple.”

You nod. “Whatever suits you. Let's go, then?”

He shakes his head. “Nope. Chuuya will wait here. Only the two of us will go, [Your name]-chan.”

A vein bulges on Chuuya's forehead. “You fucking bastard.” He said, seething with anger. “What am I? A third fucking wheel? Did you forget, I ask her first before you inserted your uninvited ass out of nowhere?! I'm going with you two!”

Oh, god. “You know what, both of you ride that ferris wheel. I'll gladly volunteer myself to wait here.” You said, folding your arms.

Dazai and Chuuya whip their heads to glare at you. “Did you say something?”

“Maybe not. Let's go.” You roll your eyes and walk ahead.

The amusement park has no entrance charge, and is structured so that customers can use the facilities by purchasing individual tickets for each attraction. The main ticket booth is located at the center of the main park, ground level. You approach the designated machine at the side and pays ¥2400 for the ferris wheel ride since there are three of you. The ticket costs ¥800 per head.

To hell with this. I'm going to enjoy the fucking ride even with their annoying presence around. The staff politely guided the three of you to one of the air-conditioned passenger cabin. When you all sat down comfortably, they firmly shut the door and waited for minutes until it started to move.

You watch in awe at the exhilarating view below. Dazai and Chuuya continues insulting each other and you pay no attention to the old married couple's ass. The view is too breathtaking to look away. The exquisite buildings along the waterfront Minatomirai 21 district can been seen alongside the entire city of Yokohama. Not to mention, the infamous cruise ships at the port.

“I'm going to fucking push you outta here, shitty Dazai.”

“Shut up, Chuuya. Why won't you just die?”

You turn to them with a murderous glare. “Will you two, shut up? I'm trying to enjoy here. If you can't stand each other, get out of my sight, jump or whatever before I wring your necks.”

They fell silent. You give them one last look and averted your eyes back to the view. You still hear low grumblings between them until Chuuya sighs loudly and stands beside you to calm his agitated nerves. “Where do you want to go after this?”

Dazai hums. “I want to—”

He glares at Dazai. “I'm not asking you, shameless bastard. You're done suggesting this place, wait for your fucking turn again.”

Dazai roll his eyes. “All right, yeah. Whatever Chuuya.”

“I want to go to the Red Brick Warehouse.” You mumble. “I heard that the second building has a shopping mall, restaurant and an arcade. I'm starving.”

“Then, let's go there!” Dazai chirps.

Chuuya pulls out his phone. “It's nearly five. The fifteen minute ride will be over any minutes from now.”

You nod your head. “Okay..”

The ride came to a halt indicating that the fifteen minute ride is over. You step out of the passenger car and stretch your arms on the air.

“Should we walk all the way?” Dazai ask. “It's only a nine minute walk from here.”

“What do you think, [Your name]?” Chuuya turns to you. “I'm fine with walking. But if you're comfortable riding a bus or taxi, that's fine with us too.”

“I'm also fine with walking. Let's go, it's getting dark already.”

The Red Brick Warehouse, also known as Akarenga, was opened during the Meiji time (1868-1912), built in support of the port of Yokohama. Now, the historical building is used as a complex that includes a shopping mall, banquet halls and event venues. It is divided into two buildings. The first building is regarded as a cultural facility, and is utilized as an event venue for art exhibitions, film festivals, musical competitions and plays. The second building houses a shopping mall, restaurant arcade, and a balcony from which visitors can view the harbour opened on the 3rd floor.

Chuuya volunteers to order the food while you and Dazai are staying at the balcony towards the seaside watching the views of Yokohama Bay Bridge, Osanbashi Yokohama International Passenger Terminal, and Yokohama Port.

At the end of the balcony hangs the Happiness Bell.

Ring the bells for good luck – and maybe, your bond will be long-lived is what they said.

Dazai walks toward it with a curious look on his eyes and examines them “This looks oddly interesting.”

You nod in agreement. “It's called the Happiness Bell, for good luck.” You face his direction and points it with your hand. “Are you not going to ring it?”

Dazai shakes his head. “I don't need it.” He said turning away to focus his attention back to the view.

“Okay, then.”

A couple minutes later, Chuuya arrives holding a silver tray with three pint of ice cream and hamburgers.

“Geez.” Dazai sighs. “You made us wait for almost twenty minutes Chuuya, for what, an ice cream and hamburger?”

Chuuya grits his teeth. “You fucker, try waiting in line. Let's see what you can do. I bet you'll start annoying the staffs around.”

You step inbetween them in case they'll start ripping each other's throats in public. “Thank you, Chuuya-kun.” You grab the chocolate flavored ice cream and opens the lid.

Chuuya picks his own flavor and looks around the balcony. He spot the bells hanging at the end. “Huh? What are those?”

“It's a Happiness Bell.” You said, licking the ice cream off on the spoon. “You should ring it for good luck, Chuuya-kun. Dazai doesn't want to.”

“Well, I don't want to be miserable for the rest of my life. Did you try to ring it yourself?” He ask, poking it.

You shrug. “I haven't try it.”

Chuuya takes hold of your other hand and grips it firmly. His free hand rings the bell.

The ringing of the bells creates a vibrating sound that is carried by the chilly autumn breeze. Chuuya turns to you.  “There. Hope that works for both of us.”

“I hope so too.” You reply.

Dazai stares at your intertwined hands. He slowly said. “What [Your name]-chan said is actually not true. It is said that a couple that sounds the Happiness bell can stay eternally happy.”

“Huh?!” You and Chuuya turn to face him. “That's—”

“How sweet, Chuuya.” Dazai grins. “Wait. Why would you react when there's nothing going on between the two of you?”

“Shut up!” Chuuya growls and immediately let go of your hand.

You silently takes a mouthful into your burger. Dazai roll his eyes and return his attention back to the view of the growing city lights.

“You two are making me sick to my stomach. I'm not even hungry anymore.”

Chapter Text

On the way back to the Port Mafia headquarters, Dazai walks ahead leaving you and Chuuya trailing behind his back.

“Do you think Dazai is angry?” You whisper to Chuuya.

Chuuya clicks his tongue. “Do you think I care, [Your name]? Don't mind him.”

“You do care...” You mutter under your breath. “You guys are partners after all.”

Dazai stop on his track and turns to you with a blank look on his face. “I'm going back to my place, [Your name]-chan. Chuuya will be the one to accompany you to the headquarters.”

“O—”

Dazai drag his gaze to Chuuya. He then turn to his heel and walk to the opposite direction on the dark alleyways of the street. 

“—kay...”

Chuuya stares at Dazai's silhouette. His brows furrowed.

“Chuuya-kun?”

“Nothing.” He shakes his head. “Let's go, [Your name].”

You toss back and forth on your bed. Pulling your hair out of frustration as Dazai's words are ringing inside your head. You couldn't forget the look on his face when he said those words.

Damn him. It's his fault for not ringing the Happiness Bell. I already told him and he said he doesn't want to. Then why?

“Dazai.... You inconsiderate asshole.” You groan and rolls around the bed. “Stop making things so complicated...”

Unbeknown to you, the trashcan rattled in response at the end of the room.

(I wish for you to return to me with this spell; may we create a connection that lasts.)

(I wish for you to return to me with this spell; may we create a connection that lasts.)

(I wish for you to return to me with this spell; may we create a connection that lasts.)

You groan. There's floral scent fanning on your face. It smells sweet and addicting.

Huh?

(I wish for you to return to me with this spell; may we create a connection that lasts.)

Argh... Shut up..

(I wish for you to return to me with this spell; may we create a connection that lasts.)

(I wish for you to return to me with this spell; may we create a connection that lasts.

Shut up...

When you open your eyes, a red rose waving back and forth in front of your face greets your bleary sight early in the morning. Annoyed, you flick the flower away. Without the flower obstructing your vision and much to your annoyance, Dazai's face is inches away from yours. His eyes are close, eyebrows scrunching in concentration as he chant the words:

“I wish for you to return to me with this spell; may we create a connection that lasts.”

“I wish for you to—”

Clenching your fist into a tight ball, you hit his head. “You asshole!”

Dazai yelps. “Ack—!”

You sit up. Your cheeks flaming with hot anger. “What are you doing so early in the morning?!”

Dazai rubs his head and picks up the fallen rose on the mattress. He offers them to you. “Odasaku told me of a book.”

You accepts and place the almost wrinkled flower on the nightstand. “Odasaku?” You ask, massaging your temples. “Who's that?”

“A member of the Mafia.” He simply reply. “I'm casting a spell, [Your name]-chan.”

An unimpressed look is directed at Dazai as you stare on his face. “Get your witchcraft ass out of my place.”

“Let's see if it'll work.” Dazai said sliding off the mattress. He stretch his arms on the air. “If it won't work, I'll just tell Odasaku.”

You groan and slumps down on the bed. “You're giving me a headache and it's only six in the morning. Get out of my sight, Dazai.”

“No need to be so harsh, [Your name]-chan.” Dazai chuckles. “Oh. Have you heard?”

“Heard of what?”

“The White Giraffe?”

“I've never been to any zoo, Dazai.” You remind him. 

It's Dazai's turn to give you an unimpressed look. “Surely you haven't heard anything. Did Chuuya wreck that stupid head of yours while I wasn't around? I wouldn't be surprised if he finally lost his temper. Childish and stupid. Those are the only words I could think of whenever I see you, [Your name]-chan.”

“Manipulative piece of shit Dazai. Screw you.”

Dazai smirks. “It's a name we call him. A man with long white hair and an ability user.”

“Aaah. He's called White Giraffe because he has long hair?” Dazai only stares at you. “So, we're going to hunt him down?”

Dazai nods. “It's a mission given by Mori-san. Get dress. We're going to the place where he's expected to appear.”

“How would you know?”

He grins. “Why shouldn't I know?”

Dazai opens the door of a Jewelry store located near Downtown. You look around the place as Dazai steps inside.

“Odasaku.”

You follow Dazai's line of sight. A tall man on his twenties with dark brown eyes and short reddish hair approaches Dazai.

“Odasaku. Are you safe?”

The man called Odasaku seems to be surprise to see Dazai. “Dazai... What are you doing here?”

“We were checking the surveillance footage. Just now, did a man with long hair come out of this store?”

Odasaku nod his head. “Yeah. We talked for a bit.”

Dazai sighs. “It's good that you're still alive, Odasaku. That man was the White Giraffe. He's a demon trying to take over the resistance force.”

“Yeah, thought so.” Odasaku said. “Dazai. This girl with you..”

“Yup. This is [Your name]-chan.” Dazai gestures. “[Your name]-chan. This is Odasaku.”

You bow your head. “Nice to meet you, Odasaku-san.”

“Nice to meet you as well, [Your name].”

Dazai place his hands on his hips. “I followed the instructions well, Odasaku. But before I could finish the eight chant, she beats me.” He said to Odasaku.

It reminds you of a child complaining to his parent.

“I'm sure [Your name] was just surprised, Dazai.” Odasaku said as he stares at you and then to Dazai.

“He disturbed my sleep, Odasaku-san.” You fold your arms. “Kindly tell Dazai next time to stop. He doesn't seem to listen to any word we say to him.”

Odasaku nods. “I will do that.”

“Hey Odasaku! You're supposed to be on my side!” Dazai whines.

“Is that so?”

You laugh.

Several weeks has gone by. Once again, Yokohama became a battle ground. A state of conflict. Organizations all over the city and even an overseas organization called STRAIN are marching to their deaths bringing more damage to the once peaceful city of Yokohama. Countless lives of innocent people are taken bringing much more destruction. In Yokohama's history, the worst conflict is happening—The Dragon's Head Conflict.

“[Your name]!” A harsh voice calls out your name.

“Chuuya-kun?” The once closed door of your room is now wide open. Chuuya's eyes dart across your room, his face twisted into a frown.

“Have you seen Dazai?!”

“Um.. He just left an hour ago. Why?” You approach his direction.

“That bastard... Any idea where he is right now?”

You shake your head.

“Damn it!” Chuuya growls and storm out of the room. You gingerly follow him.

“Dazai! Where are you Dazai?!”

No response.

“Oi, Dazai! You hate this, don't you?! Come out!” Chuuya opens each rooms on the corridor to check if Dazai is around.

“Haaah, so noisy.”

Chuuya briskly enters the room. His footsteps heavy as he stands in front of Dazai. “So you were here, Dazai. The boss summoned us so why the hell are you sleeping?!” Chuuya shouts.

“Hey, Chuuya! Mornin'.” Dazai said. He's lying on the couch with a sleeping mask covering his eyes. “Today, I'm trying to make myself a suitable size for a human, just like you. It's pretty great.”

Chuuya glowers at him.

“What did you want to tell me? Hold on a sec. Let me get my microscope.” Dazai reach out his hand and blindly pat the floor with his hands.

You groan.

“Idiot! Do you even understand what the hell's going on outside these walls right now?! In all of the Port Mafia's history... No, Yokohama's history, the worst conflict is going on!” Chuuya exasperatedly explains to Dazai the situation.

Dazai takes out his sleeping mask and plays with them, spinning it around his fingers. “I know even with you yelling into my ear. Of the four organizations, 80% of members from the overseas organization “STRAIN” died.” He disinterestedly said.

“The head of the “Takasekai” was assassinated, and the chain of command has collapsed. Other organizations are marching together to their deaths. The arms dealer “Shadow Blade”, the former religious organitization “Bishop's Staff”, and the smuggling “KK Company.”All of the suspicion, retribution, and hatred, it's come together to form one bloody rhapsody. Well, worry not. When everyone dies, it will automatically end.”

Dazai lift his gaze and meet yours. “[Your name]-chan! You're here! How are you?”

You open your mouth to speak but Chuuya cuts in. “Are you being serious, bastard? Unlike you, no one in this city wants to die. If you have the free time to sleep then go out and find a way to end all of this.”

“Hahaha. Well, that's why everyone's throwing more fuel into the fire to fight against them.” Dazai laughs.

“There's no issue if we just leave the issue to Mori-san. What we should be worried about, rather, is this. Take a look.” He takes out a photo from his pocket and gives it to Chuuya.

Chuuya frowns as he stares at the photo. You peek on his shoulder to look. “What's this photo? Whose corpse...?”

“A Port Mafia executive who goes by the name “Colonel.” Does it ring a bell?”

You turn to Dazai. “He's one of the executives who fought Verlaine...”

Dazai beams. He nods his head. “Bingo!”

Chuuya's eyes widen in disbelief. “Huh..! That old man died!? There’s no damn way! He could liquify and manipulate the Earth! No one can beat him with his ability! Who killed him?”

“It's the White Giraffe. His ability remains unknown, but perhaps he gets stronger with each ability user killed.”

“What? Then... the conflict to this White Giraffe is basically just a feeding hall in his hunting grounds?” Chuuya grits his teeth. “How are we gonna deal with that bastard?”

Dazai roll his eyes. “C'mon now, Chuuya. You're not thinking on the right path. We should be concerned about the Executive Candidacy.” He raise a finger on the air and said in a cheer voice. “With this, a new executive seat is open, right?”

You gasp. “Dazai—”

Chuuya punches Dazai on his face. The photo flew from the impact and lingers on the air before it falls to the ground.

“....hitting me out of the blue is cruel, you know.”

“Just be thankful that you weren't killed.” Chuuya said. His voice turned thin and cruel.

“Honestly... that hurt. I'm only a human, you know?”

“No one believes that shit. I'll deal with that White Giraffe bastard somehow. Go sleep until you die.” Chuuya venomously spat and walks out of the room, slamming the door shut.

“Fufu... so cruel.”

An exasperated sigh escapes your mouth. Shaking your head, you walk towards the entrance and close the door leaving Dazai alone in the room.

Day 88 of the Dragon's Head Conflict.

With Chuuya and Hirotsu on your side, the three of you are summoned by the boss. The dimly lit office is suffocating as you held your breath on the words that will come out of Mori's mouth.

“You've arrived.. in such undesirable circumstances.” Mori said as he examines your face.

“Is it true?” You ask Mori.

“If it were an ordinary conflict, the enemy would be from numerous organizations. The behavior from that sort of conflict is dangerous, but numerical formulas can be formed. And I can make predictions that aren't impossible to operate.”

Mori closes his eyes as he speaks. “But the White Giraffe is different. Anything and everything is a mystery. Ability, motive, and even whereabouts. It's like waging war against an opponent in a hazy mist. Excluding the Mafia, the four biggest organizations have been annihilated. But even we have lost people of high rank, and a person of executive status's whereabouts is unknown.”

Your breath hitch. 

“Dazai-kun is one of them.” Mori sighs. “I sent a relief squad searching through the rubble of the destroyed buildings.”

Chuuya clench his fist. “We should help other people rather than that idiot Dazai.”

You scowl and face Chuuya with an angry look. “Watch it, Chuuya.” Your voice turned cold as you drop the honorific suffixes. You give Chuuya a hard glare that causes his eyes to widen.

Mori clears his throat. “If people are still alive, we can help them, Chuuya-kun. Hirotsu-san. Do you have new information on the enemy?”

Hirotsu bows his head. “Yes, although it is only a rumor. Even though the White Giraffe's power is mysterious, it is heresy. In despair, every ability user that fought seemed to take their own life because of the excessive power of that ability.”

“When the buildings fell, did you find any information on Dazai-kun's disappearance?” Mori ask.

“There weren't any traces or clues from where Dazai-dono was last seen, I've investigated 3 times. However, there is some new information. I'm not sure if I found a new clue, there's no evidence, but he seems to have bought a new microscope.”

Chuuya breaks the eye contact and turns to Hirotsu. “What? Did you say ‘microscope?’ Where the fuck is it?!”

Hirotsu blinks. “In Dazai-dono's room...”

“That piece of shit! Show me!”

Hirotsu bows his head to Mori and leaves the office. Chuuya follows behind.

Mori hums. “[Your name]-kun?”

You let out a shaky breath. “He's not dead.”

“Of course not.”

Minutes after, Hirotsu enters the office. “Chuuya-san already found out the whereabouts of Dazai-dono.”

“Good.” Mori tilt his head to the side as he regarded you. “Aren't you going to see Chuuya-kun off?”

“I will, boss.” You bow your head.

Chuuya fix his hat. His eyes are focus into the goal of saving Dazai.

“Shitty Dazai...” He mutters under his breath.

“Chuuya-kun.”

Chuuya turn his head to face you. “Oh. [Your name].”

“...Um.. Chuuya-kun..”You unconsciously start fiddling your fingers behind your back.

He lets out a sigh and gives you a knowing nod. “I know what you're going to say. Don't worry too much on that shitty Dazai. He already calculated the situation, [Your name]. All of this is part of his plan.”

You sigh in relief. “Okay..”

Chuuya purse his lips. “Are you still angry?”

You cock your head.“Hm? I'm not angry tho.”

“Huh.” Chuuya snorts. “You should've seen the look on your face a while ago.”

You stare at his face in confusion.

“I'm off, [Your name].”

“Be safe, Chuuya-kun. I'll be waiting on the boss's order.”

Chuuya nods. 

Chapter Text

The guards standing staunchly outside Mori's office gives you a questioning look as you pace back and forth on the corridor. Your eyes dart around the place, not focusing on anything particular.

I hope they're safe.

Anxiously, you moisten your dry lips and takes a glimpse on your watch. It's already 11:30 pm.

“Chuuya-kun is gone for two hours already...” You mutter under your breath.

Inhaling a mouthful of air, you decided to step forward to enter Mori's office. The guard steps on the side to let you pass. You open the door. “Boss...”

“Oh, perfect timing. I was about to call you, [Your name]-kun.”

Your face lights up. “A backup mission, boss?”

Mori blink and chuckles. “No need, [Your name]-kun. Dazai-kun and Chuuya-kun are on their way already. The mission is successful. Together, they put an end to the 88 days of bloodbath happening around our city.”

“The mission is successful?” You repeat. “Then... If that's the case, do you need anything from me, boss?”

Mori observes you. “Don't feel disheartened. Do you understand why I didn't sent you off alongside Chuuya-kun?”

You solemnly shake your head. “I don't but I have an idea. It's because I'm incompetent and my ability is useless. I could hardly control it.”

“That's not true. If you're incompetent, I would've let you off in the organization. Useless things are not needed here, [Your name]-kun.”

“But..”

Mori interrupts. “Incompetent? You wouldn't be able to handle the private missions I assigned to you a year ago and did you already forgot the six months worth of mission last year?”

You chew on your lower lip, eyes glued on the carpeted floor of the office. “Those are...”

“The enemies probably took their sweet time gathering underground information on some members of the Port Mafia. They already know that there are two ability users who can manipulate minds and it's you and Kyusaku-kun.”

The child with mismatched eyes holding a grotesque doll you met months ago flashes on your mind. Dazai did mention that they can manipulate minds as their ability. “Ah, that child..”

Mori nods. “To protect their identities, they are wearing masks. Your ability Preludes & Nocturnes can be fully activated and will take effect to those people who you'll be making direct eye contact with.”

Your mouth lightly drop in realization. “That's why...”

“That's right, [Your name]-kun. Now, you'll be assisting Dazai-kun and the others to handle the bodies of the deceased Port Mafia members.” Mori opens a cabinet and place a camera on the table. “Take photos of the corpses and reclaim their belongings. If these items were to fall into the hands of the police, they would be classified as evidence under the Organised Crime Prevention Act and would cause trouble to the organization.”

Surely, you didn't expect to be assigned in this kind of job. It's way too far different from your previous missions. 

“I understand.” You take the camera and bow your head. “I'll be on my way then.”

The site of the gunfight is situated in Yokohama's concession's waste disposal site. The police would not approach a place where sludge and industrial waste has been dumped illegally, much less the residents nearby.

You cover your nose with a hand. “Oh, for fuck's sake. It stinks to high heaven!”

Scanning the area, you haven't seen Dazai around. Only the piling corpses can be seen in every corner your eyes laid on.

He must've been assigned to other areas...

Your face scrunched up in disgust on the strong, disgusting smell coming from your back. Suddenly, a pair of arms are wrap around your shoulders, startling you.

“Gyah!” You shriek and immediately turns around to face the figure.

Dazai grins from ear to ear. “[Your name]-chan!”

“Dazai...” Mixture of both relief and worry fills your chest as you stare at him. “You idiot..”

I'm worried sick.

“Geez, [Your name]-chan! I've been gone for days and you're just going to say that?” He pulls away. “What are you doing here?”

You push him off. “You stink.” To block the suffocating smell, you pinch your nose. “I was ordered by the boss to assist you.”

“Great! That'll be a huge help.” Dazai exclaims. He drag his stare to the camera on your hand. “A camera?”

“Oh, this.” You raise the camera in front of his face. “Gotta take some photos of the corpses.”

Dazai furrows his brows. “Hm...”

“What is it?”

“Let's take photos, [Your name]-chan!” Dazai said. He wave his hands in the air. “Take a picture of me first!”

You give him a deadpan look. “Sure, and then the background would be corpses?”

“Don't care about those! Take a picture of me now! now!”

“Geez.”

Dazai takes a pose. As usual, his eyes remains vacant but his entire face shows exaggerated excitement that looks like he's covering another emotion inside. You really can't understand him.

“There.” You lower down the camera. Dazai skips to take a peek on his photo.

“It's your turn, [Your name]-chan.”

“No, it's okay. Let's just get started with our job.”

“No. It'll be quick, okay?” He grab the camera from your hand. “Take a pose!”

“No! Wait...”

Dazai grins and a white flash covers your vision much to your irritation.

“Oh, Hahaha. You look so grumpy here, [Your name]-chan!” Dazai laughs.

You snatch the camera. “We're not here to play, you asshole.”

Dazai pouts. “How about another one?”

“Stop it, Dazai.”

“Huuuh? But we need to take a photo together!”

“Oh, there you are.”

A husky voice said. You turn to the person walking towards your direction.

It's Odasaku.

“Oh. Odasaku-san.”

“[Your name].” Odasaku directed his gaze to Dazai. “I've been looking for you, Dazai. You disappeared without notice.”

Dazai has a proud smile on his face. “I saw [Your name]-chan arrived so I decided to scare her.”

“You're such an ass.”

Odasaku chuckles. “Well, then. Should we get started?”

Dazai enthusiastically raise a hand in the air. “Yeah, let's!”

You sigh and lazily raise a hand. “Yeah...”

The golden rays of the rising sun spread into the early blue sky, casting a gentle glow over the metropolis of Yokohama. From head to toe, you, Dazai, and Odasaku are completely covered in mud and grime. 

The stench you are covered in is so strong that it takes all your will to not vomit and drop dead on the group to join the decaying corpses.

“It stinks to the point of wanting to cut one's nose off.” Dazai comments. His face scrunched up in disgust.

“This is too much...” You gag and covers your mouth. “How many left?”

Odasaku looks around, counting the remaining corpses. “Thirty more, [Your name].”

Dazai squint his eyes. “Let's divide the task. [Your name]-chan, you take the ten corpses on the right, mine's on the center and Odasaku to the left.”

Odasaku nods. “Okay.”

“Oh god. Ten more. I can do this..” You said. Your voice is filled with dread as you stare at the ten corpses. “Wish me luck.”

“Good luck.” Dazai gives you a thumb up.

You drop to the ground from exhaustion. Dazai joins in and Odasaku sits beside Dazai.

“It's over... it's finally over.” You groan.

Dazai whines. “I knew it. Human beings are foolish. This is why I prefer to do a clean suicide without being a burden to anyone.”

“Quit it.” You mumble.

A ten minute break passed by quick. Odasaku stands and gestures Dazai to do the same.“Let's go back to the headquarters. We'll be sending these items to one of the Port Mafia's Intelligence officers.”

A loud yawn can be heard as Dazai sits up. He stares at your sprawling form and pokes your back to gain your attention “[Your name]-chan.”

“Hm?”

“We should go now.”

“Mmmh 'kay.” You respond but didn't move an inch.

“[Your name]-chan.” Dazai calls out again.

“Hm?”

“Did you know that Chuuya used his gate a while ago?”

You immediately sit up. “He what?”

Dazai wears a sly smile on his face. “Yup, he did. He blew up the whole place with Corruption.”

“What the fuck? Is he all right? Is he back at the headquarters?” You stretch your legs before standing up. “Let's go back.”

“Oh, there we go.” Dazai stands. “Works everytime.”

Odasaku blinks in confusion. “So, that's how it is.”

While walking to the long corridor of the Port Mafia headquarters, the retrieved items from the corpses are place inside a plastic bag. The clanking sound of the items disturbs the muffled silence of the corridor.

Odasaku stop on his tracks. “[Your name], are you going to accompany us all the way to the office of the Intelligence Officer?”

You hesitantly nod. “I should...?” You said but your answer came out as a question instead.

“It's okay, [Your name]. Dazai and I will be the one to hand them. You can go and visit the boy. Take a rest afterwards.”

“The boy..?” You blink twice. “Ah, you mean Chuuya-kun!”

Dazai huffs. “No. She should come with us, Odasaku! No one's taking a rest here and chibi is fine. Unfortunately, he's still alive so there's no need for [Your name]-chan to visit him.”

You glare at Dazai. “Shut up, Dazai.”

“Shut up, [Your name]-chan.”

“You smell like shit.”

“And you smell the shittiest.”

“Condescending assface.”

“Whiny snotface.”

Odasaku looks back and forth between you and Dazai. “So that's how it is.”

You roll your eyes. “Yup. Dazai is a condescending asshole. It may be obvious that he's a manipulative bastard who takes pleasure from playing people's emotions.”

Dazai grins. “And you're my favorite plaything, [Your name]-chan.”

“Screw that head full of bandages.”

“Screw that empty head of yours.”

“Fuck you.”

Dazai opens his mouth to retort back but Odasaku steps inbetween. “That's enough, children. Dazai, let's go.”

You stick your tongue out. Dazai roll his eyes in response.

“Odasaku-san! I'm going now.” You bow your head and dash to the other direction.

Odasaku turns to Dazai with a thoughtful look. “I see. Even the executive candidate is having a hard time.”

Dazai pouts.

Chapter Text

The sound of your heavy breathing fills the quiet Port Mafia corridor as you meticulously check each room to find a certain redhead. 

Minutes of “Operation: Finding Chuuya” pass by and much to your frustration, he's still nowhere to be found. “If he's not here...” You look onto the heavy wooden door. “I might as well take a bath and rest for the day...” Hoping to see your friend after a successful mission, you slowly twist the doorknob open and steps inside a large room.

“What the...” A tinge of disappointment is evident on your voice as you take a second look around the room and sighs in frustration. “He's not here...”

Beep. A soft vibrating noise coming from your pocket startles you. Hastily taking your phone out, Dazai's name appears on the screen.

Upon seeing his name, your brows automatically furrow as you click the answer button. “Dazai?”

“What's with that tone?” Dazai playfully chides.

Puzzled, you carefully ask him. “Huh? What are you talking about? What tone?”

“That “tone” you're using to me. It's like you're not glad to hear my voice at all.” He huffs.

“Why should I be glad, assface? We literally just saw each other hours ago.”

“Hours ago? I was with Odasaku and Ango.” Dazai answers incredulously.

Ango?

“Idiot.” You knew it. Talking to Dazai is just another waste of time. “As ordered by the boss, Odasaku-san, you and I went out to reclaim the belongings of the corpses that were involved in the conflict! Did you seriously just forgot our mission hours ago?”

“Oh, that one. Right. Well,” Dazai immediately clears his throat and in a sing-song tone, he says your name. “[Your name]-chan, I bring you good news, my beloved!”

Beloved? What's with this guy? 

Since when did this assface ever brings good news to you? You highly doubt it.

“Ugh. Gross! Don't call me that.”

“Why not?”

“The answer is simple. It's gross.” You disinterestedly flick a hand on the air changing the topic before he makes a fuss about it. “So, this “good news” of yours, what is it?” 

Dazai chuckles. “Nuh-uh! It's a surprise!” You can already imagine him wiggling his index finger. “Meet me near Downtown. The grand “surprise” is already waiting for you.”

“Before anything else, did you already send those items?” You ask. “How did it turn out?”

“No need to worry, we already did! It was inspected by the assigned person as instructed by Mori-san.”

“Really? I'm glad.” You breathe a sigh of relief knowing Dazai almost forgot the mission but then you remember Odasaku.

“How about Odasaku-san? How's he?”

“Oh! By the way,” Dazai started to ramble his words. “Now that you've mentioned it, Odasaku and I met this quite interesting mafioso. Imagine! With a job as an Intelligence Officer, he's evaluating report documents and even went as far as to write records of the deceased! It's such a hassle, really!”

“Uh, okay. That sounds pretty interesting. You can talk about it later. I'll take a bath first and meet you on the place.”

“And then, Odasaku and I—”

You interrupt. “Dazai, I said we'll talk about it later—”

Dazai shush you. “No! Listen, he doesn't want to leave his workplace so Odasaku and I—”

You end the call.

And so, he finally shut up. 

“What's with that reproachful look?” You arch a brow. “You wouldn't stop talking so you left me no choice but to end the call.”

Dazai fold his arms. “How rude! I am utterly disappointed in you, [Full name]! I kept talking only to find out afterwards that you already ended the call!”

You click your tongue in annoyance and exasperatedly explain your side. “I already told you that you can talk about it later but you wouldn't stop talking!”

“Well, I wanted to talk about it! What's wrong with that?” He let out a loud groan of frustration.

“There's nothing wrong with it but I already said—”

“Let's drop it.” Dazai turn to his back. “Follow me.”

What a selfish piece of shit.

“Which company did you steal this expensive car? I'll tell the boss so he can make arrangements.” You regard the shiny car with a look of disdain.

“I didn't steal it. I “borrowed” it.” Dazai replies.

When you didn't budge an inch and just stare at Dazai making himself comfortable on the seat, he  looks at you and made an annoying face.

I want to punch him.

“Are you just going to stand there like a living statue of liberty only that you're not holding the torch above your stupid head? Get inside, moron!”

You gasp. “Stupid head? Moron?”

Blinking your eyes in disbelief, you angrily raise your voice. “You're a selfish piece of shit! You know what, I'm not interested in whatsoever you're trying to do or what boring surprise you're preparing under that tricky and manipulative sleeve of yours! I'm going home!”

“Wait, wait!” Dazai exaggeratedly said. “I know where Chuuya is! I'm taking you to him!” 

The people around you stop to turn their heads at the commotion happening between two seventeen year old kids. One is shouting angrily and the other one, inside the car, yelling at the top of his lungs.

“Is that so? Tell Chuuya-kun that I'll be seeing him tomorrow.” You pay no attention to the uncomfortable stares you're receiving.

“But!” Dazai insist. “Just get inside! Come on!”

Turning to your back, you start to walk towards the opposite direction. “I said I'm going home. Are you deaf or just simply stupid?”

A tight grip on your wrist prevents you from taking another step. You angrily whip your body to face him. “Get off me!”

Dazai has this ugly devil smile plaster on his face as he drags you to his car. “No time to waste!” He smiles at the small crowd. “Don't mind us!”

“What—Hey! Let me go!”

Without care, Dazai push your back and you stumble inside. He hurriedly slam the door shut.

“Ouch! That hurts!”

Tight grip on the wheel, Dazai's eyes practically sparkles with excitement. He step down on the gas. “Off we go!!”

A horn sounded in warning as the car cut right into traffic and you frantically tighten the buckle.

“Slow down!” You shout at him, wide eyed at the scenery rush by outside the window.

“Wa ha ha ha! Hoooooh!”

“Holy— STOP! STOP! WE'RE GOING TO FUCKING DIE! SLOW DOWN THIS INSTANT!”

Dazai pulled at the wheel, sliding the car from one lane to the other without bothering to check the traffic around him. Horns blared behind. 

“Oh, fuck!” You watch in the rearview mirror as cars swerve to avoid hitting the fast moving car. “Dazai—fuck! Slow the fuck down!”

“Whaaat?” Dazai turns to you with a surprise look. “Don't be so afraid to die!” He said as the car keep gliding across the four-lane road to an exit ramp.

“I'm not a fucking suicidal maniac, IDIOT!!” 

Much to your disbelief, Dazai has an oddly soft smile despite the wind hitting on his face. “Well, I am! Now's the perfect time.” He turns to face you. “Let's commit a double suicide together, [Your name]-chan!”

“No! I won't! I won't!”

Dazai curiously tilt his head and fold his arms across his chest. “Eh? Why not?”

“AAAAAH! HANDS ON THE WHEEL! HANDS ON THE WHEEL!”

“Answer me!”

You close your eyes, shaking your head. “I don't want to die! I don't want to die... Someone.. please... save me!”

“Huh? What did you said?”

“I SAID STOP THIS MADNESS ALREADY!”

“Madness? I'm just driving here!”

“Both of us are on the way to fucking hell!”

Dazai's eyes glimmer with exaggerated anticipation. “Are you.. perhaps trying to tell me that you'll—”

You don't want to hear it. “No one's commiting a double suicide with you here! I'm going to live and you do whatever you want with your life!”

Dazai slumps his head on the wheel. “How many times are you going to reject my offer, [Your name]-chan?”

“Shit! Dazai! Hands on the wheel!” You shriek.

“Fine, fine!” He raise his head and place his hands back on the wheel. “Anyway, you still didn't answer my question.”

“God damn it! Isn't it obvious? I want to live and serve the organization! I also need the money to survive!” You reply, voice cracking and tight. 

A pause. Even when you already answer his question, Dazai didn't look away and continued staring at your face with an expression that you didn't bother to look into. Who would be when you're stuck into this kind of life and death situation?

“Serve the organization... huh?” Dazai chuckles dryly.

You hear the noise of a brake screeching.

“Aaaah! STOP STARING! EYES! EYES ON THE ROAD, WILL YOU!”

Dazai laughs and look away. “Yes, yes.”

“Look! We made it in one piece!” Dazai grins at you as if the tour through hell didn't happened.

“You.... You.. devil...”

Dazai open the door and steps out with a spring in his steps and you fell miserably into the road.

“God... I think I'm going to vomit!” You cover your mouth. The mere thought of the car whirling around awhile ago made you sick to your stomach.

“Is this what you meant by “surprise”?” You sneer at him. “I swear, I'm never going to do this with you again! This will be the first and last time I'll let you drive!”

“Oh, no need to be so mean and dramatic!” Dazai cooed.

“I'm not being dramatic here!”

“Shush! Stand up, now! We're heading somewhere.”

“Where?”

“Somewhere.” He place his hands on his pockets.

“Where?” You repeat.

Dazai shrugs. “Somewhere sacred.”

You stare at him in utter disbelief.

Is Dazai a religious person? The look that was directed to him is full of judgement. “We're going to the.... church?” 

“Mmmh. Maybe?”

“What the hell!”

“It's a secret. Sheesh, just stand up already! We're wasting time!”

“I can't stand! Thanks to you, I'm feeling sick! Moving my body even a little will worsen it!”

“My! How fragile, you are milady! Come, come! I'll carry you!” Dazai crouch down to your size and open his arms wide.

“Yikes!” You instinctively lean your body away from him. “Don't you dare touch me, you creep! This is your fault! If you just drove normally like any other normal being, this wouldn't have happened!”

“No Longer Human. I might already have been disqualified from living among human beings.” He says in a serious tone.

“Is that a joke or what? Am I supposed to laugh?”

Dazai pouts and place a hand on his hip. “It was fun! Geez. Why do you always have to be a killjoy every time?”

“Why do you always have to put me into this miserable situation every time?” You counter.

“Hey! This is the first time!” He sound offended.

“First time? Did you already forget the time when you dragged me into the woods just to have your selfish fucking camping?”

“Oh!” Dazai slap his hands together. “But you didn't listen to me so we got cold and hungry all night!”

“How about that time you crash your uninvited ass in my place just to spite me?”

Dazai hums. “We had a deal, remember? I won the game and you lost. You're my slave and I'm your master, you gotta do whatever I ask you to do!”

You grit your teeth. “That time when you took my wallet and I was forced to use my ability?”

“It was because you didn't want to treat me for lunch, I was starving ya' know. Desperate times calls for desperate measures!”

His words made your heart burn with indescribable frustration. “Argh! You're fucking impossible!”

Dazai slowly shakes his head. “No, I'm not.”

“Huh?”

“My name is Dazai Osamu.” He stand and takes a pose as if he's looking right into an invisible camera.

Your eye twitch in annoyance. “You're making me angry. I really want to punch you right now.”

“How brutal.” Dazai sighs. “Well then, I'm going first. You can wait here for a sec.”

“Huh?” You crane your head to look up at him. “Where will you go?”

“I'll go find some fresh water for you.”

“For once, you're acting like a responsible person. I'm surprised.” You skeptically said. “Is there... anything you want from me, I wonder?”

Dazai gives you a thumbs up. “Not only responsible but a handsome gentleman also... and to answer your question, I don't want anything from you. Don't worry!” He assures.

You grumble under your breath. “Which part of you is a gentleman?”

He leans closer. “What? Did you say something?”

“Nothing!” You push his face away from yours. “You're too close!”

Dazai squint his eyes in suspicion and finally moves away. “Hmm.. okay then! Just wait here and don't wander around.”

“Okay.”

While waiting for Dazai, you slowly massage your temples to calm the building nausea you're feeling despite sitting and not moving around for minutes. You had it real bad and it's all Dazai's fault.

”My head... It won't stop throbbing..” You groan, closing your eyes.

Gunshot. Your body jolts in surprise hearing a sound that you're all too familiar with as a person who works in an underground organization. “What the..!”  In panic, you force your wobbly legs to move and you slowly stand to regain your balance. “Dazai!”

Shit. Three automatic rifles are fired at once and you immediately follow the sound, stealthily hiding behind the trees to avoid getting involve on the ongoing crossfire.

You watch in surprise as a man screamed and spears of blood scattered. A scrawny young boy that has a short, choppy black hair and  white at the tips is lying on the ground, all bloody and wounded.

A dry laugh escape from his mouth as he stares above the cold, night sky.

He's still alive! Hesitantly, you take a step forward to approach and tend the wounded young boy but stop when you see a figure sitting cross legged on a log cut in the path of the forest.

Because the moonlight is behind you, the face of the figure is submerge in shadows and only a white bandage is visibly wrapped on his messy black hair.

Bandages.

Dazai?

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The young boy emits a horrible aura, a gale of fury and mad dog malice. You wordlessly watch as the two exchange words. Dazai in a dead calm voice and the boy with his constant vicious growls. 

There's a brief moment of silence. Dazai finally stands on his seat. His direct gaze towards the boy is heavy and calculating.

The intensity of Dazai's gaze made the boy grits his teeth in anger. He forces himself to stand upright despite his bleeding wounds in an attempt to make himself look big and intimidating.

“You're badly wounded.” Dazai points out. “You need immediate medical care or you'll die and wouldn't be able to save your sister.”

The moment Dazai mentioned his sister, all the muscles of the boy's body tense with anger. “You! You, bastard!” He growls. “Don't you dare touch my sister! No... I will not forgive you! Rashōmon!" 

The clothes on his shoulders swelled and twisted into the head of a huge, black beast. He raise his arm and the black beast stretch its neck and fix its red eyes to Dazai. 

“Die!” The boy yells and the black beast attack Dazai in a straight line, brushing its fangs against the ground. Its speed is similar of a bullet, and its fangs sharp and deadly.

“It's useless.” 

The beast disintegrates when Dazai touches it lightly with his hand.

“What...?” The boy's jaw drop in shock. 

He immediately regains his composure and grits his teeth. 

“You can't kill me.” Dazai calmly said. His footsteps are light as he started to walk towards the boy.

“Impossible— You....!” The boy clench his fists. His clothes starts to take the form of a beast once more. 

Dazai stop walking in front of him.

It only take a few words for Dazai to make the boy fully shut his mouth. With an invitation smile on Dazai's face, he said. “I want to invite you into the mafia.”

The boy stares back at Dazai in surprise, too stunned to speak. A moment later, Dazai swiftly takes off his black coat and place them on the boy's shoulders.

“You will be under my supervision, Akutagawa-kun.”

Akutagawa's whole body started to shiver uncontrollably.

Dazai's steely dark brown eyes glint under the moonlight.

“I'm going to give you a reason to live.”

Tears started falling down on Akutagawa's cheeks as he reach a hand to tighten his hold on the black coat.

A minute pass or two, Dazai place his hand back to his side and steps away from Akutagawa. He turns to face your direction. “[Your name]-chan, you can come out now!”

You jump in surprise.

Whaaat... He found out?

Slowly, you peek your head to meet Dazai's gaze. “Um....?”

The boy, Akutagawa, snap his head to pierce his gaze at you. A flash of thirst for blood appears in his eyes as he regarded your form with both wariness and curiosity.

“No need to be so defensive!” Dazai pats Akutagawa's back. “[Your name]-chan is a colleague of mine. She won't hurt you.”

You slowly raise your hands on the air and offers a kind smile. “I won't hurt you.. Akutagawa-kun..”

“He's back?” You slam your hands on the table. “Wait. Chuuya-kun's back?”

The mafioso sitting beside you nods as she lean her head on one hand.

“Are you sure? Not just some random member that you mistook as Chuuya-kun?”

She sighs and lift a glass of water, examining it. “I'm sure of it, [Your name]. I saw him a while ago while I was on my way here. I think he's heading towards the boss's office.”

In a flash, you're already on your feet.

“[Your name]?”

“Gotta go. Bye!” You dash towards the door.

“[Your name], wait!” She calls behind your back. “How about breakfast? It's late already!”

“Later!” You stop and turns to her with a huge smile on your face. “It can wait!”

“Geez.”

Chuuya-kun's back!

An excited grin is visible on your face as you happily skip towards the elevator. One would think it's Christmas morning just by seeing your bright face and little skip— but the reality is, it's midday late spring and you're on your way to see a friend.

“Good morning, [Your name]-san!” A colleague greets as he enters the elevator with you.

“Good morning!” You cheerily reply.

“New mission?”

You shake your head. “Nope. I'm seeing a friend.”

“Dazai, I presume?”

You grimace. “Um, no. It's Chuuya-kun... He just got back from his mission.”

“Ah, I see. My bad.” He laughs.

Why does it always have to be Dazai? Geez.

Several months has passed after the faithful encounter of Dazai and Akutagawa. Dazai rarely spends his time with you (in which you are grateful for,) as he fully take on his responsibility as a mentor, in training Akutagawa, his subordinate. The two often meets outside hence the reason why Dazai is no longer seen inside the Port Mafia headquarters.

Around this time, Dazai also earned the title as the “Youngest Port Mafia Executive” in history.

Nakahara Chuuya. The last time you've made any contact with the gravity manipulator user was during the Dragon Head dispute. Right after his successful mission with Dazai as both ended the 88 days of conflict between organizations, Chuuya was given another private mission to settle outside Japan.

Your eyes are fixated on the red carpet. Hands behind your back, you gently rock your feet back and forth as you wait for Chuuya to come out inside the boss's office. The twin doors of the office opens. The men guarding the entrance swiftly move their body to the side to let him pass. His long black coat gently swooshes behind as he steps outside with his hands fully tuck into his pockets.

Your head perks up meeting Chuuya's blue eyes.

“Oh, [Your name].” Chuuya grins. He raise a hand in greeting. “Yo.”

You lunge yourself forward. “Chuuya-kun!”

“What— Hey!” Chuuya catches you and flick his gaze to the men on his side but they only bow their heads, not meeting his. 

“Waaah! I miss you so much! It's been a long time!” You give him a tight hug. “How are you? How have you been doing?”

“I'm fine.” Chuuya sighs and gently rubs your back while holding you. “The mission was successful.” 

You pull away from him. “I'm glad...” 

A short moment pass and your smiling face immediately contorts into a pout while staring at Chuuya.

“What?” Chuuya arch a brow. “What's with that look?” 

You place a hand on your hip. “I was looking everywhere for you when I found out that your mission with Dazai was successful only to found out that you already flew your way outside Japan! Believe it or not, I just knew two months ago.”

Chuuya's gaze lingers for a moment before he replies, “As usual, missions were given one after the other. I don't have time to make calls. I don't even have time for some leisure walks. That's how busy I was, [Your name].” 

“No time for some leisure walks?” You repeat. Chuuya nod his head.

“That's awful! I mean—it's a new place so you should've gone shopping or at least explore around the place, taking souvenirs.”

“I did explore around the place.”

“Because it's part of the mission.” You deadpan. “As an outsider, we need to have the map and building structures memorized.”

“Yeah, you're right. Nevermind me,” Chuuya dismissively wave his hand. “How about you?”

You give him a bright smile. “I'm doing great, thanks for asking.”

Chuuya looks behind as if he's looking for someone and frowns when he finds none. “Huh. I didn't see the suicidal bastard with you.”

“Oh, Dazai?”

Chuuya's face looks like he just swallowed something bitter. “I find that rare since you two are inseparable from each other.”

Inseparable? Dazai and I? “Dazai has been pretty busy.” You halfheartedly explains. “We rarely see each other but I'm sure he's doing great all by himself. He's Dazai after all.”

Chuuya rolls his eyes. “I congratulate you, then.”

“Huh? Why? Why are you congratulating me?”

He tuck his chin in and folds his arm across his chest. “Cause you finally got some peace for yourself. You've been hanging out with that bastard ever since.”

“Hahahaha right.” You sigh in relief. “Kidding aside, I really do enjoy my me-time for these past few months.”

“Enjoy it while it lasts. That bastard will be back to annoy you again for sure.” Chuuya shrug his shoulders and starts walking. You walk beside him. 

“Have you eaten your breakfast, Chuuya-kun?”

“Not yet. I immediately went to see the boss to deliver the success of my mission. You?”

You scratch your head. “I was about to but she told me that you're back so....”

Chuuya stop walking and turns to face you. “So you went to see me?”

You nod your head. “Yeah... Hehe. Something like that.”

“Tss. You don't have to.” He ruffles your hair. “Eating breakfast is necessary for a healthy body, [Your name].”

“You're saying that but you're smiling!” You wiggle your brows suggestively. “Perhaps... you're also happy to see me...? Are you happy, Chuuya-kun?”

Chuuya's face turns red. “Wha— What?!”

Laughing, you poke his side with your index finger. “I'm really happy to see you. It's been a while ya know.”

Chuuya immediately turn to his back and hastily straightens his hat, hiding his face. He mutters something under his breath. 

“What? Did you say something?” You move to face his direction. “Chuuya-kun?”

Face red, Chuuya averts his gaze. “I'm... also y'know.. I'm glad.. to see you too..”

Your lips parted in surprise. “O-Oh...”

”Sheesh, enough with this. Let's go!” He quicken his pace, leaving you.

“Hey— wait!”

The automatic door opens. You and Chuuya steps outside the headquarters of the Port Mafia building. Raising your hands above your head, you stretch your limbs and watch as Chuuya approach his motorcycle, rubbing the leather seat with his hand.

“It's pretty.” You inspect it with your eyes.

The bike has two large tires. Its outer design has the combination of the colors black and red. Now that you've think about it... it suits Chuuya's image a lot.

He hands you the helmet. You take it from him and stares at his face with a look of wonder.

“I know a place. We'll eat there.”

The motorcycle drives through the middle of a small building. People lazily walk around the streets and far away on the other side of the building is the white steam of the onsen.

“I didn't know there's an onsen around this area...” You said absentmindedly, watching the steam rising.

“Ah, it's the Manyo-Club Onsen.”

The street light turn red and the vehicle stops. He crane his neck to meet your eyes. “Have you ever been in an onsen?” 

You shake your head. “No... um, this may sound embarrassing but...” Chuuya cock his head to the side signalling you to continue talking. “Back then, I've only spend my time roaming around the city of Suribachi. One of the rules that we need to abide was that the people from Suribachi aren't allowed to roam around the streets of Yokohama.. It was during the time of the previous boss.” You chuckle dryly. “You know him... He was known for being reckless and brutish.”

The air is uncomfortable. Chuuya looks at you without really looking at you. There's a faraway look on his face. “We haven't had it easy, have we?”

“Huh?” You curiously peer into Chuuya's eyes. There's definitely sadness in there and—

“You've already earn your own money, [Your name].” Chuuya said immediately, interrupting your thoughts. “You can do whatever you want with it. Go shopping, buy anything you want and go to places you've never been before. No one's stopping you from doing those things.”

“That's....” You pause. 

An image of your fourteen year old self sprawling on the ground watching the sun sets with your stomach growling from hunger flashes into your mind. The growing stench of filth burns your nostrils. With every breath, the wretchedness of the air burns your lungs.

Your tightly closed lips tremble slightly. “Yeah... you're right... You're right Chuuya-kun...”

Chuuya's gaze is firm as they bore into yours. Instinctively, you look away and fiddles with your fingers.

“Tss.” Chuuya clicks his tongue, irritated. “We can't get through with this damn traffic. Hold on tight, [Your name].”

“Why?”

Bright orange light surrounds the motorcycle.

Don't tell me....! Roaring the engine of his bike, you watch in absolute horror as Chuuya has a wide grin on his face.

“Wai... Waaaait!!!”

Not this fucking ride on the way to hell again —

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I'm going to be fucking sick!

The harsh blow of the wind hits you straight in the face as the motorcycle is now running vertically towards the top of the 31-story scraper of Yokohama Diamond Building, gliding smoothly from one building to another.

“Chuuya-kuuuun!” You scream at the top of your lungs. “I'm not really up to this kind of ride!” 

“We're taking a shortcut.” Chuuya's gloved hands grip the handlebar tightly as he maneuvers it with expertise. He glance to check on you and laughs when he saw the visible stress line on your forehead. “You look—” He stops himself and clears his throat instead. “Oi, are you okay?”

“Don't laugh!” You reach a hand to pull his hair. “Do I look okay to you?!”

“Argh! Hey! Don't pull my hair!”

You tightly close your eyes to protect them from the predicament that you're in. While doing so, Dazai's laughter echoes inside your head. 

‘ Wa ha ha ha! Hoooooh! ’

‘ Whaaat? Don't be so afraid to die! ’

The unpleasant memories of the suicidal maniac driving the god-forbidden car flashes in your mind. You vividly remember holding on for dear life (You almost jump out of the moving car to save your life since Dazai didn't want to let go of the driving wheel) as the car whirls back and forth on the streets of Yokohama. It was considered a huge miracle that no one died on the spot.

Snapping back into reality, you let out a shudder. “Seriously! You're just like that annoying Dazai! Can't you two just drive normally?!”

“Huh?!” Chuuya fumes. “Don't put me on the same category with that suicidal bastard!”

You throw your hands on the hair. “It's the truth!”

Chuuya grits his teeth. His grip on the handlebar tightens.

“Um... Chuuya-kun..” You watch as the handlebar shakes from the inserted force of Chuuya's hand. “You're holding it too tightly... It might—”

Just as you were about to say it, the poor bike's handle bursts into small pieces.

“Ah.” You and Chuuya stare at the flying pieces, scattering on the air.

“—break.” Stunned, you slowly cover your mouth and flick a nervous look at Chuuya. His eyes are wide open staring at the now empty handlebar. 

Ooops...

Taking deep breaths, Chuuya rolls his neck to relieve the building tension.

“I'm... I'm sorry.. I shouldn't have—”

“Don't.” Chuuya sharply cuts in. “It's not your fault, [Your name]. Don't apologize.”

You open your mouth to at least say something, change your mind at the last second, and meekly nods your head . “Um, okay...”

You try to remain your face neutral but Chuuya still notice your distraught expression. He place a hand on top of yours and squeeze them. “No need to get stressed about this. We're almost there anyway. Let's just walk.”

“Okay...”

A few more turns and the ‘Hard Rock Cafe’ signage can be seen right next to Yokohama's Landmark Tower. Chuuya coolly steps inside and you gingerly follow him.

“First time?” Chuuya glance at you.

“Yeah.. I've never been here before.” You scan the place with your eyes.

The Hard Rock Cafe's interior design is foreign to you. Rock and roll music floats through the air, and the walls are adorned with rock and roll memorabilia. Guitars and clothing grace the walls of the cafe.

“It's so cool.”

Chuuya shrugs. “I guess.”

You and Chuuya orders the food and while you two wait, Chuuya takes something out of his pocket and gives it to you. “Accept it, [Your name].”

You stare at his extended hand with an awkward smile. “Uh... what is this? What's happening?”

It's not my birthday tho.

“A souvenir.” Chuuya simply reply. “It reminds me of you so I bought it.”

You hesitantly take it from his hand and opens the small box. It's a red bracelet made from a thin scarlet wool thread. “It's beautiful, Chuuya-kun. Thank you so much.” You smile at him and wears it on your left wrist. “If it's the color blue, I'll look like a member of the Sheep.”

Chuuya chuckles. “What are you even saying? The old lady recommended me to buy that as a souvenir so I did. It looks good on you.”

The Yokohama Hakkeijima Sea Paradise is an island located in the city of Yokohama's Kanazawa Ward area of Yokohama Bay. It is one of Japan's biggest theme parks. The sea, island, and living creatures that characterize the ocean leisure park come together in the only park of its kind in the metropolitan area. The park itself combines aquariums, a theme park, a shopping area, restaurants, and a hotel.

You and Chuuya's day was spend visiting all of the Aqua Resorts. The Aqua Resorts lets you feel and experience the natural, soothing power of the ocean with all of the fun of the sea, crammed into four wonderfully distinct themed aquariums.

“Chuuya-kun! Look!!” You excitedly wave your hand. “Over here! Over here!”

Chuuya watch in amusement as you happily observes a dolphin freely spinning and wheeling past you.

The arc-shaped tunnel of the Dolphin Fantasy of Yokohama Hakkeijima Sea Paradise is an otherworldly space that allows the visitors to get as close as possible to the natural marine environment that is made to be real.

“This is so freaking cool...!” You squeal from excitement, raising your hand to touch the glass. You trace its form with your fingertips. “It's beautiful....”

Chuuya agrees though his gaze is solely focus on your form. “Yeah.”

Inside the Aqua Museum, your jaw drops wide as the scene of thousands of sea creatures unfolds before you.

Pressing your face to the glass, you watch all of the sea creatures in awe.“Oh my god... This is amazing, Chuuya-kun!!!”

The Fureai Lagoon is a unique aquarium where you can get as close as possible to, and directly interact with, some of Sea Paradise's special residents.

“I'm scared... it's not going to bite me, right?”You watch the dolphins up close since the glass of the aquarium is low.

The worker beside you reassures you with a smile and a nod of her head. 

Slowly, you extend your hand to gently touch one of the dolphins. “Wow....!”You flash Chuuya a wide smile as your hand makes contact with the dolphin's snout. 

Chuuya pulls out his phone and takes a picture of you and the dolphin. 

“Chuuya-kun. If ever it drags me down to the bottom, you can just pull me up using your ability.”

“Huh?”

Umi Farm. Taking marine education as its central concept, this experiential aquarium lets you catch fish by rod, and fry them up to eat on the spot.

Chuuya pays ¥500 yen on the counter so you can try fishing. One of the workers handed you a fishing rod.

Chuuya ask,“Are you going to eat it afterwards?”

“No. The workers told me that since it's the Golden Week period, the only fish we catch now is only horse mackerel.”

“You don't like horse mackerel?”

You answer him with a nod. “Besides, I'm here to fish only. Watch me catch a big one for ya.”

Chuuya highly doubts. He encourage you with a simple,“Good luck with that.”

After Chuuya said those words, it took you almost an hour to catch a single horse mackerel fish. 

You and Chuuya stare at the distant sunset and enjoys watching the pinkish clouds fade away.

“Thanks to you, I had a really great time, Chuuya-kun.” You shift your gaze from the exhilarating view to face Chuuya with a wide smile on your lips.

“Me too.” Chuuya reply. He recalls you bouncing up and down with joy when one of the dolphins showed you a trick and he lets out a soft chuckle. “I enjoyed it a lot. Your reactions were really funny to watch.”

“What do you mean funny?!” You playfully nudge him with your elbow. “I had so much fun interacting with those dolphins. It's my first time seeing one, y'know.”

“I know. It's pretty obvious.”

“Wait. Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Whatever.”

Bright city lights covers the entirety of Yokohama. After eating dinner at one of the restaurants inside the ocean park, Chuuya called one of the Port Mafia drivers to pick you guys up from Kanazawa Ward.

The ride all the way to the Port Mafia headquarters is quiet and comfortable. You're sitting at the backseat with Chuuya on your side. Silently dozing off, you rest your head against the window. Chuuya watch as your head slips from time to time. He sighs and lightly shake your shoulders to wake you up.

“Chuuya-kun....?” You scrub your face with both hands.

“You can lean your head on my shoulder. You looked so uncomfortable right now.” Chuuya points out.

You give him a tired smile. “But I drool when I sleep. You know that, right?”

Chuuya shrugs. “I don't mind. C'mon.” He scoots his body closer to yours. You mumble a silent ‘thank you’ and proceeds to lean your head on his shoulder.

“Don't blame me after this, okay?”You warn him. “But don't worry. I'll try not to drool too much.” The words that came out of your mouth are barely audible.

Chuuya grunts. “I get it. Stop talking already.”

Before you succumb to darkness, the last thing you felt was Chuuya's hand touching the bracelet he gave you this morning.

A small smile forms on your lips.

He might've liked his gift so much.

Sleepiness wash over you and you failed to notice Chuuya's hand slide from your bracelet onto yours.

When you open your eyes, it's already seven in the morning. You force your exhausted body to sit up and you stare mindlessly at the wall.

The events that happened yesterday flashes in your mind. You lift your left hand and watch the red bracelet dangling from your wrist.

Ugh.... I'm still sleepy...

You repeatedly slap your cheeks, trying to wake yourself up.

A loud knock can be heard and your door opens. Elise steps inside your room with a spring on her step.

“Elise-chan... Good morning.” You greets her with a loud yawn.

“Good morning, [Your name]!” She greets back with a sweet smile on her face. “Rintarou ordered me to get you.”

“Now?”

Elise nods. “Yup! Now, he said.”

“Okay. Give me a moment to prepare.”

“Sure!”

A young boy wearing a black coat catches your attention and you almost stop to turn your body to face him.

It's Akutagawa.

You take note of the fresh bruises covering his face. Akutagawa notices and he stares back at you. He bows his head and continue to walk down the long corridor.

You stop on your tracks to watch his retreating figure.

If Akutagawa-kun is here... then Dazai is also....

“[Your name]?” Elise stops walking. “Is there any problem?”

You shake your head. “No. Nothing.”

She follow your line of sight and smiles.“Ah. Akutagawa. I heard from Rintarou that he's allowed to do missions all by himself now.”

“Is that so?”

If that's the case, then why is his face covered with bruises? 

That's when you realized.

Dazai.

Ah, it must've been because of Dazai.

You hear loud bickering inside Mori's office. As the double doors open, you watch Chuuya and Dazai standing meters apart from each other.

There's a smug smile on Dazai's face and Chuuya's agitated expression suggests that they had been arguing for a while now.

“Fun time's over, Chuuya. I'm here to claim my servant back— oh...” Dazai voice trails off when he saw you standing outside the door.

“[Your name]-chan!”

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Dazai excitedly wave his hand upon your arrival.“Heya, [Your name]-chan! Long time no see!”

Taken aback, you hesitantly wave back at him.“Dazai...? What are you doing here? Chuuya-kun too...”

You turn to face Chuuya on the opposite side of the room. He crosses his arms across his chest and gives you a slight nod.

Dazai, who you considered as an absolute menace since day one, outwardly shrug his shoulders as sort of a response but a sly smirk is etched on his lips. You raise a brow at him and when his smirk grows wider, you narrow your eyes in suspicion and a moment of realization hits you.

Wait.

Wait. Don't tell me— ?

No, no. No fucking way.

I'm overthinking this.

“Don't make such a scary face, [Your name]-chan!”Dazai raise his hands defensively in the air and speaks in a panic tone. “I haven't done anything, ya know!”

You are already skeptical because despite what Dazai had said, you swear you heard something less than subtly implied.

The darkness that lies beneath the surface is almost revealed due to the wicked glint in his eyes. While doing so, he's attempting to pull off this innocent look, but it doesn't fool you one bit.

Ugh... He's definitely up to something again.

“[Your name]-kun.”Mori calls your name.

Shaking your head to get rid of all the unnecessary thoughts a.k.a Dazai, you shift your whole attention to the man in authority sitting in front of you.

Clearing your throat, you clasp your hands behind your back.“You called me, boss?”

Mori chuckles.“Yes, I did. Well, you see... We're in a tight situation right now, [Your name]-kun.” He answers with a long deep sigh. “I need you to do something for me with the help of your mind controlling ability.”

A daze look of bewilderment crosses your face and your brows furrow in deep confusion.“My... my ability?”

“Yes, [Your name]-kun.”

You pause for a second to fully process his words.

My ability? Am I hearing it right?

To make sure you're not hearing things, you carefully ask him.“Boss... you mean Preludes & Nocturnes, right?”

Mori nods his head in confirmation with a small smile on his face. “Yes, [Your name]-kun.”

Never in a million years— would you ever thought that the boss would summon you again to his office just because he needs your ability to do an errand for him.

Okay, you're exaggerating but you're ecstatic to be able to do proper missions by yourself again, without the involvement of taking photos of the corpses and reclaiming items that belongs to the deceased members of Port Mafia.

As a mafioso, the Dragon Head Dispute really took a huge toll on your self-confidence. After the 88 days of bloodbath that took place in the underground society of Yokohama several months ago, you can't help yourself but to question your capabilities.

When was even the last time? You ask yourself.

If you're not mistaken, it's been quite a long time.

A wide smile is starting to form on your lips.

I can finally get back in action and do something useful for the organization!

Exhilaration flashes in your eyes. You open your mouth to ask the boss for further details but Dazai's loud voice drowns yours as if he's just waiting for the exact moment to get a rise out of you.

“Ugh. Why are you asking the obvious, [Your name]-chan? Are you stupid or what.”

You gape at him in disbelief and just as you're ready to lash out at him, Dazai continues with a loud groan. “Why am I even asking? You are stupid. Do we have another Port Mafia member here who shares the same name and ability as yours?”

He exaggeratedly pretends to look around the room for confirmation until his eyes finally landed to you. “None, right?”

“Bastard.” Chuuya grumbles under his breath. He takes a quick glance at your direction to check on you and his mouth lightly drop open.

A vicious look is directed at Dazai. Your whole face twisted with deep fury and your eyes narrowed into slits. “Care to say that again, Dazai?”

Mori internally let out another long sigh and upon seeing your reaction, he sharply interrupts as he can already sense a foreboding storm inside his office. “Listen. I want you to do a quick investigation for me, [Your name]-kun.”

Calming down one's agitated nerves is no easy task especially to someone like you who seems to lose all the patience in the world when dealing with a certain suicidal maniac.

Despite the growing resentment and bitterness you're experiencing all at once, you decided to swallow it all down and give Dazai the glorious and most deserved middle finger before turning back to face Mori with a sweet smile on your face as if nothing just happened.

“Hey! What's that for?!” Dazai exclaims.

For some reason, it felt like a huge win to you. You flash him an ugly, evil smile and your lips moved, mouthing the words, 'Screw you.'

Dazai may be a petty asshole but you're pettier.

Chuuya stifles a laughter to come out and he turns away pretending to brush some dust off his hat.

Ignoring Dazai, you face Mori once again.“Ahem. Sure, boss. May I ask for the details?”

“Don't ignore me!”Dazai shouts, flailing his arms around. “Hey, [Your name]-chan!”

You continue to ignore him. 

“[Your name]-kun.” Mori says your name in a foreboding tone. You're pretty much aware how much the boss hates it when you display such inappropriate behavior.

Well, it's Dazai's fault anyway.

You look at him with a childlike wonderment, cocking your head to the side. “Boss?”

With a resigned shake of his head, Mori opens a filing cabinet. He place a black envelope on his desk. “Here it is. All of the information that you needed is stored inside this envelope.”

Elise, who's busy drawing something on a piece of paper stands to take it. She gives the envelope to you with an amused smile.

“Thank you, Elise-chan.” You take the envelope with a careful hand. “Is there anything else you would like me to do, boss?”

Mori clasp both hands over his chin surveying you with an unreadable expression on his face. “I expect to hear a good report after two days.”

You bow your head. “Yes, boss.” 

Making your way out of the office with more bounce than usual, you abruptly freeze in your tracks.

Much to your irritation, the root cause of all evil your problems— Dazai is already leaning his body on the door frame, blocking the exit.

“Where are you going, [Your name]-chan?” Dazai innocently ask, his head tilted to the side in fake wonder.

You want to punch him hard straight in the face.

Tsk. I didn't expect him to recover so fast.

Breathing deeply, you respond coolly, as though you are addressing with a deranged, troublesome, attention-seeking offspring of Satan child.

“I'm going to hell, Dazai. Wanna come with me?”

Dazai's mouth drops into a shape of an o and his eyes started sparkling. “An invitation coming from [Your name]-chan? Does that imply that you finally consented to do a double suicide with me?”

“Who said anything about double suicide? I'm going to hell right now. Alone.” You emphasized. Dazai opens his mouth to say something but you immediately cut his words off. “All by myself. No accompany. Single not double. So don't block the way, assface or I'll end you myself.”

“Single not double?”Dazai echoes. “What do you mean by that? Hahahaha!”

“Shut up.”

“Eh? But...”

“No buts! Outta my way. Now!”

Mori turns to Chuuya. “Chuuya-kun.”

Chuuya nods. He grows tired watching you and Dazai exchanging banter. “Argh, stop it already. Let's go now.”

You turn to Chuuya. “Go? Where to?”

Chuuya silently casts a glance at Dazai. As if there's some sort of communication happening between the two, he tip his head to the side. “You tell her, shitty Dazai.”

“Huh? What do you mean by that, Chuuya-kun?”

Dazai draws you nearer to him by slinging an arm around your shoulders. “[Your name]-chan~”

“Get off me this instant, Dazai.”

“I don't want to.”

“You guys didn't answer my question.”

Dazai laughs. “Where do you think we're going?”

“We?”

Dazai holds you even more tightly and whispers. “Yup, “we.”We're off to our mission, dummy.”

Your entire being stops working for a full minute.

What? Our mission? Our mission?

Our....?

You whirl your body to face the boss and he nods his head in agreement with Dazai's words.

A deafening wail reverberates through the walls of Mori's office. You let out a loud, heart wrenching, and bloodcurdling,

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!”

Screw you, Dazai Osamu.

The three of you are now sitting on one of Yamashita Park's benches. A gentle late spring breeze caresses your face, but it doesn't stop the escalating bitterness that's building up inside your chest since you left the office.

Chuuya dissipates the awkward tension in the air by clearing his throat.“[Your name], we were inside the office with you. Seriously, what did you expect?” He crouch down to your size and hands you a soft serve of ice cream.

You accept it with both hands, tears welling up in your eyes.

“I thought you figured it out but then you started to walk out of the office on your own.”He almost laughs.

You glare at him.“I... I thought...” Hiccups. “I thought it's a solo mission of mine... I can't believe this, Chuuya-kun...”

Dazai who's been observing your expression for a while now takes out the envelope from his breast pocket and waves it in front of your face.

When you pay him no attention, he snatches the ice cream you're holding and Chuuya made a disapproval noise. “We're only here to assist you, [Your name]-chan. I assure you, it's not that much of a big deal!”

“What do you mean, ‘it's no big deal’? Isn't it obvious, Dazai? The boss thinks I'm incapable of doing this mission by myself that's why you guys are here with me right now.”

Dazai hums.“Eh... Is that so?”

“Argh. Stop talking, Dazai. You're making me angry right now.”

“Do you seek validation from Mori-san that much?” Dazai ask in a low voice. “He already mentioned that this mission requires the use of your ability. Chuuya and I will be the opening act and you're the star. Isn't that enough?”

“It's more than what you think.” You pull your knees to your chin and bury your face in them. Your voice begins to crack.“You don't understand, Dazai. Someone like you wouldn't be able to understand....”

You breathe slowly and deeply.

Unlike you and Chuuya-kun, I'm completely useless.

“Someone like me... huh.”Dazai chuckles dryly.

There's a heavy silence and only the sound of a water trickling from a distant fountain fills the morning air in Yokohama. No one said anything for the past few minutes.

Dazai's heavy gaze lingers on your form. He then reaches out and place his hand gently on top of your head, ruffling your hair.

The unexpected action takes you by surprise. You slowly lift your head to face him out of curiosity. If you didn't know him better, you might mistook this as Dazai offering you consolation.

“If that's the case, then make me understand, [Your name]-chan.”

“What?”

Dazai leans closer to you.“Is that too much to ask, I wonder?” He smiles but it didn't reach his eyes. The ambiguous expression he's wearing makes it even more difficult to comprehend what he's thinking.“Tell me. Make me understand. We've known each other for three years now and oddly enough, your actions still confuse me a lot.”

You can't help yourself but to flinch at his sharp words. “What the... you're not helping at all...”You mumble softly. “Why are you like this to me, Dazai?”

“Like what?”

“Is that an order?”

Dazai tilts his head, seemingly confused. “An order? What do you mean?”

You refuse to make an eye contact with him and shifts uncomfortably in your seat. “As an executive.”

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Dazai sits motionless and has a blank expression on his face. A long moment passes by before he finally opens his mouth. “What are you saying, [Your name]-chan?”

You turn away to hide your expression. “What am I saying? I'm trying to say that when you say those words to me, it sounds like an order.”

“I see. If that's the case...” Dazai says in a firm tone. “As an executive, I order you to,”

You face him with a determined look and swallows down your nervousness before it takes hold. “What is it, Dazai?”

There's an extended pause before Dazai continues, just to add an unnecessary dramatic touch. “I order you to commit a double suicide with me!” He adds with a huge smile, raising his index finger in the air as though his stupid idea had just had a profound impact on Yokohama as a whole. 

Dazai open his arms invitingly. “How about that, [Your name]-chan?”

You whack him straight on the head and he falls face first to the ground with a loud thud. “You piece of shit! Do you think I'm joking here?!”

Dazai groans in pain. He let out a small, “Ack, that hurts!”

Chuuya surveys the area with his eyes and that's when he notices a small group of people who stop by to watch the spectacle. Their attention is solely focus to you and Dazai's endless bickering. He even heard whispers among the crowd asking the cause of the fight and one answered that it's probably a lovers quarrel.

Chuuya suppresses the urge to scream at them to go away and mind their own businesses.

Dazai slowly sits up with a discontent face. He pouts.“Geez. I was just trying to cheer you up. Why are you so mean to me?”

“You failed, congratulations.” You reply with a sneer. “And I'm not being mean to you. Honestly, you deserved it.”

Chuuya's eye twitches with irritation as he stares at Dazai's pouty face. “Fuck, you're so annoying and that's not how you cheer people up, shitty bastard.”

“Oh?” Dazai raise a brow. “Then I suppose giving [Your name]-chan a lousy gift is your form of 'let me cheer you up', Chuuya? How boring. How predictable.”

“You—”

“This thing is not lousy!” You lift your hand to show him the red bracelet. Dazai squints his eyes in displeasure as he leans his body to check. “Chuuya-kun gave this to me as a souvenir since he went outside Japan for a mission. You're just acting bitter cuz he didn't even bother to buy you one.”

Dazai huffs, sticking his chest out with pride. “Even I can make one for ya, [Your name]-chan. No need for me to go and buy elsewhere. You see, I have everything here with me.”

“Oh, yeah?”You skeptically watch him takes out a bandage tape from his pocket and proceeds to messily wrap a layer around your wrist covering Chuuya's.

“See? I prefer it this way.” Dazai suggestively smirks. “Now, what I need you to do is to accept this gift of mine from the bottom of your heart. Can you do that for me?”

You blink once and then twice, suddenly lost for words. Chuuya growls and makes a move to rip the bandage out but Dazai grips your wrist tightly, not letting go. “Hands off, Chuuya.”

“Get that fucking thing out of my sight, shitty Dazai before I rip it out along with you.” Chuuya venomously spat.

“You can try, Chuuya.”

You stare at your abused wrist, then to Dazai, and then to Chuuya. Both of them exchange a heated glare to each other.“Hey, let go of me.”

They start hurling curses and ignores you. You reach out to poke Dazai but he dismisses you with a flick of his hand. 

You rub your forehead and let out a heavy sigh. “For fuck's sake, if you guys want to hold each other's hand that bad, you can just let go of my wrist, ya' know. What's wrong with the two of you?”

As if your wrist were on fire, they instantly release their grip and put their hands back to their sides.

You flash them a victorious smile and walks ahead with a spring on your step. When you notice that neither of them has moved from their position, you lift your hand in the air and waves at them.“Aren't you guys coming?”

Dazai sticks out his tongue to Chuuya and he runs to meet you leaving the gravity manipulator behind. “I'm coming! Chuuya said he's feeling ill and will now go back to the headquarters. Let's just do this together, [Your name]-chan!”

“Hmm.. Is that so? Guess it can't be helped.”

“You bastard! I didn't say that!”

You let out a hearty laugh as you watch Chuuya throws an infinite amount of flimsy insults to Dazai.

Dazai place both his hands at the back of his head, humming a tune. You are already familiar with the lyrics from years of hanging out with the suicide enthusiast.

You begin to sing without realizing. “Woah, woah. You can't commit lovers' suicide alone,”

Chuuya almost recoils away from you. He turns to look at you with an incredulous expression on his face. His lips curled downwards making the lines across his face more prominent. “What the fuck...? Are you serious, [Your name]?”

Realization sets in and your face turns into a deep shade of red. You cover your mouth in a reflexive gesture of shock. “No no no!” You start to motion your hand back and forth in front of your face. “It's not what you think!”

Dazai double over with laughter.“Hahahaha! What's this? I'm so proud of you, [Your name]-chan.”He pats your head and you smack his hand away.

Chuuya's face twisted into a scowl and an annoyed sigh escape from his lips. He decided to change the subject when he saw your face still heating up from embarrassment. “Hey, shitty Dazai. Tell us what this mission is all about.”

“Easy-peasy! We're not tasked to retrieve anything. It's just a simple investigation over a certain ability user. Piece of cake, right?” He vaguely explains and proceeds to wink at you. You give him a deadpan look in return.

You highly doubt his words. Everyone in the organization is well aware that Dazai is not someone to be taken lightly. “I don't get it. Where's the envelope, Dazai? We need more details.”

“The envelope?” Dazai pause. “Oh. I already threw it away.”

“You... do you want to die?” You and Chuuya said in unison.

“Of course, duh! But with [Your name]-chan, please.” Dazai gleefuly reply, swaying his body back and forth.

“Enough with that. So, where are we going?” You look around and an old building from afar catches your attention.

What the... Don't tell me..

Dazai points at a dilapidated black building standing in the bosom of the mountains. Even from a distance, the abandoned place seems to reek of death and rot. “Over there.”

Chuuya grunts. “Let's go.”

A small ray of light creeps in through the shattered windows, casting shadows over the rubble. Stagnant violet puddles resembling blood cover the floor, and out front are a bunch of spider lilies, their flowers a noxious shade of crimson.

“Are those... spider lilies?”You breathe out a gasp and mutters under your breath. “Really? This is too fucking cliche.”

Dazai stares at the bunch of flowers then drag his gaze to meet yours. “Do you want some? I'll gladly pick one for you.”

You shake your head. “Do you hear yourself, Dazai? Those flowers are poisonous especially when ingested.”

Dazai's eyes automatically beams from delight and you let out a small 'crap' and immediately seize his coat before he can take another step forward.

“Don't you fucking dare.” You pull him close to you. “Let's just focus on our mission and get this shit over with.”

“You're only saying that cuz you're scared.”

“I'm not!”

“You are.”

“I'm not!”

“Really?”

A long pause. “Really.”

“Pffft.”

Dragging your feet along the hallway floor, Dazai casually skips past you. The rotten walls are crumbling while old wires dangle from the ceiling. The window frames are missing, most of the equipment has been stolen, and the rooms are now nothing more than homes for insects.

In a distant, you hear the sound of a water dripping. You don't want to admit it. You don't want to admit shit that you're scared and it took all of your willpower not to abandon this mission and leave everything to Chuuya and Dazai.

This is probably one of the reason why the boss didn't allow me to do this mission all by myself. As expected!

Dazai stops walking. Beside you, Chuuya stops as well. “What is it this time?”

Your heart jumps into your throat and nearly out of your mouth, too when Dazai suddenly starts screaming. He turns around, staring at you with his mouth wide open. Then, after getting a good look at your priceless reaction, he slowly but surely begins to grin. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” You shout at him, nearly hysterical. “Do you want me to drop dead right here just because you think scaring me is funny?!” You can already feel your eyes starts to tear up. “I can't believe you! You merciless asshole!”

“Aw, c'mon! You just look so nervous that I wanted to take your mind off things.” Dazai hastily explains and point his finger to Chuuya as he tries to make him as his accomplice. “Right, Chuuya? [Your name]-chan looks like she'll pass out anytime soon.”

Chuuya glares at Dazai. “Shut the fuck up. Don't drag me into this.”

When Dazai looks at you, he notices your hands shaking on your sides and he begrudgingly lets out a heavy sigh. “Sheesh. I was only joking.” He reach out his hand to hold yours. “Don't take it to heart or you'll die young.”

You look down, blinking away the growing tears from your eyes. “It's not funny... Making fun of me at this moment is such a jackass move.”

Damn it.

Damn Dazai Osamu.

Damn this mission and damn this abandoned shitty place.

“I know. I won't do it again.” Dazai squeezes your hand. “Let's go.”

You nod your head and glance down to stare at your intertwined hands. You reluctantly squeezes back and Dazai's expressions turns blank for a second, as though he's been taken off guard. However, it is only for a short moment. He turns his head to the side to hide his expression and smiles.

If you're not wrong, there is an embarrassed expression on his face. You might have misinterpreted it though, given the dim lighting in the area.

Dazai getting embarrassed? As if. This bastard is shameless as fuck.

Chuuya purse his lips as he silently watch you and Dazai. His mouth suddenly feels dry as if he just tasted something unpleasant. Exhaling sharply, he pulls out one hand from his pockets and extends to hold your other hand.

Your eyes widen in surprise and you look at Chuuya. “Um, Chuuya-kun..?”

Chuuya didn't say anything and just merely stare at you.

Dazai curiously peek his head over your shoulder to watch. Clicking his tongue, he pulls you closer to him. Chuuya frowns and pulls you back.

This goes on for about twenty seconds and you dumbly watch as both pulls you from one direction to another.

What the fuck is happening?

“Let go, shitty Dazai.”

“You let go, Chuuya.”

“Hands off.”

“You do it, first.”

“As if.”

“See? Then I'm not letting go.”

“You shameless bastard. The fucking audacity after you scared her.”

“Oh, don't be too dramatic, Chuuya. That was nothing to [Your name]-chan!”

“She was scared shitless, you insensitive piece of shit.”

Dazai press his lips tight with a deep frown on his face. He pulls you harder to him. “Let go already.”

Chuuya hisses at him, pulling you back with  the same amount of strength. “Get the fuck off her.”

“Wait.. wait! Both of you!” Chuuya and Dazai stops and turn their heads to regard you. “Seriously.. what the fuck are you guys doing?”

No response.

The predicament you're in right now made you chuckle awkwardly.

What should I do?

This is so fucking weird.

“Hahahaha! Do you guys want to hold my hand that bad?” You jokingly ask to relieve the uncomfortable tension in the air, looking at Chuuya and Dazai at the same time.

Neither of them laugh at your attempted joke. Fuck.

Um, okay. At least I tried.

“Er, um.. I appreciate you guys trying to comfort me. To be honest, I was really scared...” You shyly admit.

Tsk. So much for pretending. I was trying to act tough!

As you keep your inner monologue to yourself at bay, you clear your throat. “Anyway, now that we're here.. let's just focus, yeah? You guys may continue to fight to your heart's content without the involvement of my hands after we complete this mission.”

Dazai hums. “Hm.. fair enough! Let's go then.” He walks ahead, pulling you with him. Chuuya grits his teeth and follows behind your back, gripping your other hand tightly.

This is so uncomfortable. You sigh.

While walking, Dazai glance at you. “[Your name]-chan, do you remember when I told you before how Mori-san took custody of that mind controlling brat?”

Kyūsaku Yumeno?

“Yeah.. you told me that they were causing troubles to the other children. What about it?”

Dazai sighs. “We're going to investigate that annoying brat's ability. All we know from Mori-san is that they ruthlessly control the minds of people around them may it be friend or foe. Aside from that, I'm curious as to why they're always carrying that nasty looking doll.”

“I've noticed it, too. Kyūsaku's been carrying that doll wherever they go.”

“Maybe it's a necessary tool to activate their ability?” Chuuya wonders aloud.

“It can be.”

Dazai gasps and he slowly covers a hand over his mouth. “Woah! You're finally learning how to think, Chuuya! Congratulations!”

“Shut up, shitty Dazai!”

You ignore them and scan the place with your eyes. It becomes clear that a lot of people have been coming in and out. There are scuff marks on the floor from a cart of some sort and even footprints. You take both your hands out of their grip and move forward to inspect something.

“[Your name]-chan?” Dazai calls out.

“This place is a hospital, right? From the looks of it, it seems like this was the place where Kyūsaku used to stay before the boss found them. If that's the case, we might be able to find something.. like a patient's medical records or anything that would help us.”

“Hm..” Dazai strokes his chin, deep in his thoughts. “I see. [Your name]-chan, you take it from here. I'll go and check the second floor, you're on the third, Chuuya.”

“Roger that!”

You move as fast as you can into the decaying corridor, kicking up gravel as you go. Like the crumbling walls, the ceiling is collapsing. Along the corridor are the radiography room, morgue, medicine room, and boiler room.

You went through each room and discover nothing but abandoned medical equipments. Looking around once more, you stumble upon a door that's slightly ajar.

Intrigued, you push it open revealing a room filled with shelves upon shelves of old books. As you step inside, an unsettling emptiness fills the place. The old hardwood floor is illuminated with extended shadows created by the sunlight filtering through the floor to ceiling windows.

There's an eerie silence that reverberates throughout the empty room. Goosebumps erupts on your skin and you force to drag your feet forward to open all the filing cabinet you see.

“Maybe it's somewhere around here...”

Carefully, you pick up a faded folder and flips it open, revealing a name and a detailed medical history inside. 

One slips and falls on the floor as you hastily rummages through all the books and folders you can find. You click your tongue in annoyance and bend over to retrieve it, but as soon as you saw its content, your mouth drop open and your eyes widen in shock—it was as though an electric shock had just shot through your veins, leaving you momentarily stunned. 

A boy around the age of six years old with a striking orange hair and sharp blue eyes almost takes your breath away.

“Wait... this is..!”

As though in a trance, you press your face closer to the paper to inspect the photo. The unruly young boy has a noticeable frown on his face, giving the impression that he was probably forced by his parents to take a picture for medical record purposes.

You continue to sift through his records, your mind spinning with questions.

Chuuya-kun.... What are you doing here?

The realization dawns on you that these are the records of all the patients who once visited this hospital. Although curiousity got the best of you and you badly want to read its content first before handing it to the boss, the mission of investigating Kyūsaku's ability comes first before anything.

You pull out all the records of Chuuya you can find and stuff them into your pocket.“Maybe I can help him trace his origin. For now,” You eye all the stacks of dusty books and folders. “Let's just get this over with.”

After standing for a long period of time, your legs finally gave in. You plop yourself down and carry on browsing one records after the other, your brows furrow in concentration. You come upon an intriguing patient named ‘Howard Phillips Lovecraft,’ and as you're about to examine it further, your gaze flickers to a nearby folder, its label catching your attention.

Curiosity piqued, you abandon the current medical record you're holding and reaches for the folder, pulling it out with a sense of intrigue.

When you flip open the folder, your eyes widen in surprise. It's Kyūsaku Yumeno's medical records.

You immediately scan the documents and focuses to the bottom part where the description of their ability was highlighted with the color red.

Ability name: Dogra Magra.

A mind-control curse that causes their targets, also known as ‘receivers,’ to attack everyone they come into contact with by inundating their consciousness with hallucination.

“Their ability... It's completely different than what I've expected.” You continue to read.

In order to become a receiver, one must cause harm to Kyūsaku. The receiver would show a bruise that looks as though they were grabbed by someone, which makes them easy to distinguish.

This child is dangerous. If the boss wasn't able to take them...

Who knows what will happen?

“Dogra Magra, huh? What a horrifying ability.”

“[Your name]-chan!” Dazai's distant voice calling out your name echoes all throughout the corridor making you jump.

“Hey~ Where are you, [Your name]-chan?”

You carefully close the folder, the weight of its content heavy in your grasp.

Clutching the folder to your chest, you get to your feet to follow Dazai's voice. “Dazai! I'm here!”

When Dazai sees you making your way towards him, he breathes noticeably with relief. “Geez. I was looking everwhere for you.” He glances at the folder you're holding. “Those are.. were you able to gather something?”

A subtle smile plays on your lips as you nod. “Yup, I did. Also, I found something extremely important over here.” You pat the insides of your pocket. “I'll tell you about it later.”

Dazai smiles proudly and gives you a thumbs up. “You did well, [Your name]-chan.”

You sheepishly scratch your head and as you glance behind Dazai, you spot Chuuya approaching you with his hands snugly tuck into his pockets. “Chuuya-kun!” You call out, a mixture of surprise and delight in your voice. “Listen, I found something you might—”You start to say but the words died in your throat.

Out of the corner of your eye, you caught a flicker of movement at the end of the corridor. “What's that...?”

Dazai raises a brow and adjusts his position to look in the direction you're facing. “What is it?” He asks, curious about what caught your attention.“Wait, [Your name]-chan. Someone's out there.”

“I know—”

Everything was moving too fast.

All you can recall is that you step in front of Dazai purely out of instinct after a figure emerge from the shadows and raise its gun to Dazai.

“Dazai!”

Preludes and  Nocturnes—

A loud, deafening gunshot shatters the stillness in the air.

Pain exploded in your chest, a searing heat that steals your breath and sent shockwaves rippling through your body.

You stagger and falls backward.

“[Your name]!”

Dazai's breath caught in his throat as he saw the crimson stain spreading rapidly across your chest. “[Your name]-chan!” He rush to your side and press his hands against your wound as he tries to stem the flow of blood. “Shit!”

Every heartbeat sent fresh waves of agony coursing through your veins. “Da...zai...”

“Stop talking! Stay with me. Do you understand?”

You try to move your head but the metallic tang of blood starts to fill your mouth and the world spin around you in a dizzying blur.

It hurts... Everything hurts... Fuck.

“[Your name]!” Chuuya shouts your name. He turns to face the figure with a murderous look. “You fucking bastard...”

The air around you grows heavy, charge with the promise of impending chaos.

“You bastard! I'll fucking kill you.”Red marks coming from his ability spread across Chuuya's face. His clench fist tremble and his gloves burst into shreds. You watch in horror as marks even appear on his now-bare arms.

You let out a pain gasp, blood trickling from your mouth. “Chuu..ya-kun... Don't..!”

Chuuya unleash Corruption, surrendering himself to his rage. A gust of wind ruffles his hair.

He begins to go berserk. Screams. Roars. Explosions. Every kind of sound can be heard as the building itself starts to crumble.

The air trembles under the shock wave, launching rubble like bullets.

You succumb to darkness and the last thing you heard was Dazai desperately calling out your name.

“[Your name]-chan!”

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The sterile scent of disinfectant lingers in the air as you slowly blink your eyes open. At first, everything seems hazy, the edges of your vision blurred by the remnants of sleep. But as your consciousness fully returns, the sheer reality of your surroundings hit you like a wave.

You are in a hospital room and the soft hum of machines provides a steady backdrop to your waking thoughts. Tubes slither from your arm, connected to bags of clear liquid hanging ominously by the bedside. With a groan, you shift, a dull ache radiating from your chest. 

Then, the memory flooded back— the mission, the chaos, Chuuya unleashing Corruption, the deafening sound of gunfire, the searing pain that had ripped through your body.

You had been shot.

Panic surge within you, threatening to overwhelm your senses. You glance down at your chest, wincing at the sight of bandages covering the wound.

A soft creak draws your attention, and you crane your neck to see the door to your room slowly swings open. A figure enters, their features obscured by the harsh glare of the hallway lights.

“[Your name]?” a familiar voice speaks, his voice filled with relief and concern.

It's Chuuya.

You manage to let out a weak smile, relief flooding at the sight of a familiar face. “Chuuya-kun....”

You glance behind him, anticipating Dazai's presence. Much to your disappointment, Dazai is nowhere to be found.

Where is he? Where's Dazai?

Chuuya notices. “Dazai's not here. How are you feeling?” He ask, his voice quivers. “We were worried.”

Your throat feels dry as you tried to speak. “Sore...” you manage to say, voice barely above a whisper.

Chuuya reach out, gently squeezing your hand in reassurance. “You're going to be okay, [Your name]. The documents that you found full of that brat's information were already given to the boss. The mission was successful, thanks to you.”

Was it really a success?

How about the documents that I found that were full of Chuuya-kun's medical records when he was six?

You try to sit up. The movement sends waves of agony through your body. “Ugh....”

“Wait, no!” Chuuya's voice is lace with both panic and urgency. “You can't sit up. Not with that injury, dummy. Stay still, won't ya.”

“How.. about.. the other documents..?” You gasp. “I didn't... I didn't.. get to read them...”

Chuuya's brow furrows in confusion. A faint frown tugging at the corners of his lips. “The other documents?” He ask, his voice filled with uncertainty. “We already gave them to the boss. You don't have to worry about it.”

I meant your documents, Chuuya-kun!! You internally shout at him.

What the fuck! I still didn't get to read those...

Chuuya probably senses your disappointment. He gets up from his seat and takes out his phone. “I texted shitty Dazai to let him know that you're awake. That bastard's probably busy...” His voice trails off and he shakes his head. “Anyway, he'll likely show up soon. In the mean time, you should rest.”

You offer a nod, then gently close your eyes. “Alright... Thank you for coming, Chuuya-kun..”

Chuuya ruffles your hair. “Anytime, [Your name].”

As you stir from your deep slumber, the soft hum of the hospital room enveloped your senses. Blinking groggily, you slowly become aware of your surroundings.

The room is dimly lit, the harsh glare of the overhead lights replaced by the gentle glow of the moon filtering through the window.

Rubbing your eyes, you push yourself up slightly, wincing at the dull ache that resonates through your body. It takes a moment for you to remember where you are—

Right... I'm in the hospital.. You thought, your mind still fuzzy from sleep.

Glancing around the room, you notice the faint outlines of familiar objects: the bedside table cluttered with bunch of crimson spider lilies, the chair tucked into the corner where Chuuya had been sitting earlier and the IV stand standing watch beside the bed.

The room is eerily quiet, devoid of the usual bustle and activity of the hospital ward. And outside the window, the darkness of night settles over the city like a heavy blanket, the twinkling lights of the skyline a distant blur against the inky darkness.

The loneliness of the empty room weighs heavily on your heart. You silently watch the shadows dance across the walls, their movements mesmerizing in the soft glow of the moonlight.

And then, as if on cue, the door creaks open. You turn your head, squinting against the sudden brightness, and your heart skip a beat as you saw the silhouette of a familiar figure framed against the doorway.

“Dazai...?” You whisper, tinge with surprise and relief.

Stepping into the room, Dazai offers you a smile, his eyes shining with unspoken emotion. He cross the room in quick strides, footsteps echoing softly against the tiled floor.

“Heya, [Your name]-chan,” Dazai said softly, his voice a soothing melody amidst the sterile surroundings. “How are you?”

Your lips curve into a tired smile. “I feel better now that you're here. I've been waiting.”

Dazai chuckles and he pulls the chair close to the bed and slumps down. “Since when did you become so honest?” You glare daggers at him. “Fine, whatever. But, [Your name]-chan, when I visited you this afternoon, you were sound asleep. Were you really waiting for me?”

I see. That explains the spider lilies that were scattered everywhere on the table.

“I got tired waiting.” You huff. “Besides, I told you not to touch those flowers, Dazai. You really don't listen, do you?”

He only shrugs his shoulders as response and for a moment, the two of you simply stare at each other in silence.

Feeling the weight of Dazai's gaze bearing down on you, you instinctively initiate a conversation to divert your attention. “Dazai... those documents..”

A heavy sigh escapes his lips, he sinks further into his seat. “I already gave them to Mori-san. Every single one of them including the one you retrieved that is not related to our mission.”

You stare at him in disbelief. “Did you read them?”

Dazai shakes his head. “No, I didn't. Mori-san will take care of it, [Your name]-chan.”

You reluctantly nod your head. “Okay.. If you say so.”

Dazai reach into his breast pocket, retrieving a book that you're all too familiar with. It was the gift that you gave to him on his 16th birthday.

The Complete Guide to Suicide

“Here.” He said, his smile brightening as he hand you the book. “To help pass the time.”

You shoot him a deadpan look. “Are you serious?”

“Hahahaha that's my line.” Dazai toss the book onto your lap. “I'm beginning to wonder now if you're secretly into suicide but,” He pause. “knowing you, maybe you're still in the denial process which probably takes a long time for you to figure that out despite my endless offers for you to commit a double suicide with me,” He chuckles lowly.

The moment Dazai said those words to you, the temperature drops and suddenly, the air hangs heavy with tension, thick and suffocating.

Your lips parted, you wanted to speak, to tell him that it's not true.

But as you glance at Dazai, your gaze meet his, and you freeze. His eyes, dark and stormy, bore into yours that made your breath catch in your throat.

Ah, shit. 

And you knew, instinctively, that any words you speak would only fan the flames of his growing rage. So you swallowed the words that threatens to spill from your lips, stifling the urge to reach out and touch him.

There's a long pause before Dazai speaks again making you jump lightly. “How strange. I didn't remember asking you to protect me, [Your name]-chan.” Dazai's voice is steady and his expression remain deceptively calm. His body betraying no hint of the deafening emotions stirring beneath the surface. Every movement is measured, every breath calculated.

You can feel the simmering anger radiating off him like heat from a burning fiery furnace, his frustration visible in the air.

You only manage to say the words, “You're angry.”

Dazai's lips are pressed into a thin line and there's a quiet intensity in his eyes that you've never seen before, a smoldering fire that burns with a controlled ferocity, waiting to be unleash any moment from now. “Am I?”

With a calming breath, you cautiously extend your hand to gently touch his, murmuring softly, “Yeah, you are angry and I apologize.”

He turns to meet your gaze, his eyes, resembling deep pools of darkness, reflects a complex array of emotions that defy simple understanding and you are drawn to them, unable to look away. “Don't do it again. Do you understand me?”

You nod in silence.

Dazai's brows knit together as he firmly grasps your hand, causing you to wince. “Use your words. Tell me, do you understand, [Full name]?”

“I understand, Dazai.”

“Good.”

The two of you sit in silence together and to your relief, the tension in the room finally begins to dissipate.

In the quiet stillness of the moment, the air is filled with the weight of Dazai's presence beside you, thick with unspoken words. He begins to play with your fingers, his movements unhurried and deliberate.

You steal glances at him and your heart quickens its pace. Dazai's touch speaks volumes, conveying a silent reassurance and words that you can never fully articulate. As your fingers intertwine, a subtle warmth spreads between you, binding you together in a quiet moment of connection that you've been unknowingly seeking since you met him.

Damn Dazai, you thought.

I can't breathe properly... Fuck.

What is this?

Why am I like this?

What are we doing?

All of this isn't good for my heart... 

You find yourself completely engulf in a rollercoaster of emotions, each one competing for dominance over your composure. Despite your bestest efforts to maintain a facade of nonchalance, your inner turmoil betrays.

Dazai notices the slight tremble of your fingers. A light furrow forms on his brow as he recognizes your unease. He immediately catches the sudden shift in your demeanor. “What's wrong, [Your name]-chan?”

The growing sense of awkwardness makes you feel lightheaded. You want to get out of this situation.

It's too much for you and everything about this is driving you crazy starting from Dazai's bizarre actions.

“Nothing! Nothing's wrong, duh. Hahahaha you're so funny, Dazai!” You repeatedly hit his arm and he only blink his eyes in confusion. “By the way, it's almost your birthday. I can't believe you're turning eighteen already.”

Dazai hums, his gaze drifts aimlessly around the room. “Mmhm.. I'm not looking forward to it.” He muses. Then to your irritation, he swiftly changes the subject. “But y'know,” He adds. “I found another interesting way to commit suicide.”

You lean dangerously close to him. “Why are you not looking forward to it? Ugh. Never mind that but listen here, Dazai. For almost everything in this world, success is definitely harder than failure. Right?”

Before he can respond, you continue. “So instead of trying to commit suicide, shouldn't you try to commit attempted suicide instead?”

Dazai sits in stunned silence. You offer him a wide smile. “It's not easy to commit suicide successfully, but a failed attempted suicide is relatively easier. Isn't it?”

His gaze remains fix on you, searching your face for any trace of jest or mockery, but discovering only the unwavering sincerity reflected in your eyes.

You expect Dazai to brush you off with his usual snarky remarks but there's a profound silence, his lips parted but devoid of words.

Dazai attempts to form a response but for the first time, the words will not come out rendering him speechless.

A sense of bewilderment washes over you as you take in this unfamiliar sight, prompting you to gently squeeze his hand in an attempt to elicit a response.

“Wow. Should I give myself a huge pat in the back for shutting you up for once?” You quip, a hint of amusement tugging at the corners of your lips.

Dazai's laughter fills the room like a resonant melody, causing an inexplicable heat to flood your cheeks.

“Hahahaha I never expected those words to come out of your mouth. I'm surprised. What's the occasion, [Your name]-chan?”

“You shut up.” You retort, annoyance evident in your tone. “I suppose being shot is the reason I had the courage to speak my mind.”

The dark humor embedded in your words likely prompted both of you to burst into laughter.

As hours slips by unnotice, you and Dazai converse effortlessly, sharing stories and reminiscing as if time stands still.

You fall into conversation easily, Dazai's words serves as a comforting refuge from the harsh reality of the hospital room.

But as minutes turn into hours, he begin to notice the signs of fatigue creeping over your features.

Your eyelids droop ever so slightly and your words becoming slur and jumbled.

“[Your name]-chan.” Dazai calls your name softly. “I think you should rest.”

You protest weakly, your hand tightening around his as if afraid to let go.“But I still want to talk with you.” you murmur.

“We'll talk more tomorrow. You need to take care of yourself.” he insist, his tone quiet but firm. “I'll still be here when you wake up.”

With a reluctant nod, you allow yourself to sink back against the pillows and your eyelids fluttering shut as sleep slowly washes over you.

Dazai watch over you for a moment longer.

The morning sun filters through the curtains, the soft light seeping through gently stirs you from your peaceful slumber in the hospital bed.

Blinking away the remnants of sleep, you turn your head to the side, expecting to find Dazai's familiar presence beside you. However, your heart sinks as you realizes he's no longer there.

That stupid liar!

You sit up and your gaze drifts to the bedside table, where a folded piece of paper catches your eye. Curious, you reach for it, unfolding the letter.

‘The boss summoned me back to the headquarters. That annoying brat's creating havoc. I'll see you around, [Your name]-chan.’

Your determination to return back to the headquarters after reading Dazai's letter overrides any physical discomfort as you slowly swing your legs over the edge of the hospital bed, ignoring the protest of your weary muscles and the persistent ache in your chest.

You push yourself upright, bracing against the dizzying sensation that washes over you. With unsteady steps, you cross the room, eyes fix on the window where the morning light filters through, casting a golden glow. You want to be back to the comfort of the bed, but your thoughts are consumed by the urgency of the situation unfolding at the Port Mafia headquarters. You gather your strength, steadying yourself against the doorframe before walking out into the corridor.

A mind controlling ability that causes their targets to attack everyone they come into contact with  may it be friend or foe  by inundating their consciousness with hallucination.

With each step, you grit your teeth, fighting against exhaustion with every ounce of strength you possess.

I hope everyone is safe.

You arrive at the headquarters. Stepping inside the building, a wave of horror washes over you, freezing you in your tracks.

Everywhere your eyes land, the place is a haunting scene of devastation. It reminds you of what happened during the Dragon's Head Conflict.

The once bustling corridors are now littered with the lifeless forms of your comrades, their still figures a grim reminder to the brutality of the battle that has taken place.

The air is filled with the stench of blood and death and mong the littered corpses, you spot a familiar face— the unmistakable features of your close friend.

A strangled gasp escapes your lips as you rush to her side, your hands trembling as you reaches out to touch her cold cheek.

Shit... She's already dead...

Hot tears blur your vision, the sound of ongoing crossfire fills the air, the sharp cracks of gunfire reverberating through the building.

With a heavy heart, you rise to your feet. Peering around the corner, your eyes widen from shock— the once-united ranks of your comrades are now engaged in a deadly fight.

The scene unfolds before you like a nightmare that comes to life, the air thick with the acrid scent of gun smoke and the anguish cries of your fallen comrades.

The mission isn't over yet.

That brat's head is mine to take.

Striding forward, your steps are heavy with pent-up rage, fists clench at your sides and your nails digging into the flesh of your palms.

Finally, you reach your target. Your eyes narrowing at the sight before you.

There, amidst the turmoil, sits the person responsible for the chaos, cradling a disfigured doll in their arms as if oblivious to the havoc they've caused.

A surge of fury courses through your veins. You confront the child before you, your voice sharp with accusation.

“What have you done?”

Chapter Text

The walls seems to shrink as you exchange gazes with the perpetrator. A wild rhythm of anger hammering against your ribs threatens to consume you whole. 

“Look at what you've done,” You whisper, your voice shaking with grief and rage.

“Take a look around you. Most of our comrades are now dead because of you.”

Kyūsaku's gaze bore into yours, a silent plea for understanding amidst the chaos that they caused. Their eyes, wide with wonder, searches your face as if seeking answers to questions they could not articulate.

“What have I done?” They repeat, eyes lost in a sea of confusion.

Their confused expression gradually changes and with a sweet smile on their face, Kyūsaku rise to their feet.

The distorted doll they have been cradling slipping from their arms to the floor with a soft thud. “[Your name]-san, right? I heard Dazai-san calls you that. Do you want to play with me?”

You pause.

The weight of contemplation settling upon your shoulders.

“Play... huh.” And then there's a subtle shift of your lips and your expression transforms, morphing into a sinister grin that sent a chill down the spine of Kyūsaku.

“Sure, let's play.”

The air starts hissing with dark energy, charge with the raw power.

Preludes and Nocturnes: Choronzon

Cloak in darkness and bath in an eerie violet light, you emanate an aura of death. Your eyes, pools of crimson liquid merge with darkness swallows the light itself and is now gleaming with otherworldly ferocity.

With each breath you take, the air hums with energy. Shadows clings to you, twisting and writhing in the darkness as if drawn to your power.

As you move, the air around you seems to grow heavy with the weight of impending doom.

A clear sense of danger tightens its cold grip around Kyūsaku's spine, sending a shiver cascading down their back. It's as though the air itself is charge with malevolent energy, crackling with an ominous intent.

You advance forward and the earth trembles beneath your feet. It's almost as if the ground itself recoils from the touch of your presence.

Kyūsaku takes a big step backward. Their body grip by a primal fear that sent tremors coursing through their limbs.

Every fiber of their being screams for escape, yet their legs refuse to obey, trembling uncontrollably beneath them. “Don't come near me!”

You begin to sense something different in the air. A subtle shift in the energy. It was as if an invisible barrier has descended upon you two, separating you from the rest of the world and trapping you in a dimension of power that you can't explain.

The barrier hums with an unearthly energy. It surrounded you and Kyūsaku like a fortress, its shimmering surface sputtering with arcane symbols and sigils that dance and shifts with every movement.

Tsk. What is this?

With a flick of your wrist, you unleash a torrent of energy, a wave of pure force that surge forth like a tidal wave, crashing against the barrier with an earth-shattering impact.

And then, with a deafening roar, the barrier shatters into a thousand pieces, the fragments dissipating into the air.

Kyūsaku stands frozen in place, their chest heaving with exertion, eyes widening in astonishment. A portrait of stunned disbelief.

Should I kill them? you ask yourself.

In one corner of your mind, a voice whisper with dark temptations, urging you to unleash the partial extent of Preludes and Nocturnes and kill Kyūsaku without mercy.

But in another corner, a voice of doubt whisper words of hesitation, questioning the morality of your actions.

Torn between these conflicting impulses, a wave of confusion crashes over you, clouding your thoughts and judgment.

Morals, huh? I've already lost that a long time ago since I joined the Port Mafia.

Well, let me just kill this brat and get this shit over with.

Cutting through the darkness of your thoughts, you heard it - the voice of the man calling out your name with sharp urgency.

With bated breath, you turn towards the sound of his voice, your heart pounding in your chest. And there he is, standing before you with a silent look of apprehension etch upon his features, his eyes locking with yours in a quiet exchange.

“Don't kill them.” Dazai's command cuts through the tension like a knife as he strides purposefully toward you.

You furrow your brows and incline your head in a slow nod. You return your attention back to the child in front of you.“Sleep.”

“No...!” A strangled cry escapes from Kyūsaku's lips, shaking their head back and forth in defiance. They attempt to escape away from you but ended up crumpling down to the floor, their consciousness slipping away.

After what it feels like an eternity of ceaseless gunfire echoing through the building, a sudden hush descends. The deafening roar of weapons falls silent, replace by a profound stillness that settles over the whole Port Mafia headquarters.

The air, once thick with the acrid scent of gunpowder and metallic tang of blood, gradually begins to clear, instilled with a newfound sense of calmness.

“I knew you'd come, [Your name]-chan but I didn't expect you to singlehandedly end this bloothbath.” Dazai crouches down beside Kyūsaku.“Seriously.. mind control are the most repulsive abilities out of them all.”

You veer your stance, your back now facing him. “What did the boss say?”

“Mmhm... Mori-san didn't say anything in particular but I intend to confine this brat down to the basement in order to prevent a repeat of what happened today.”

Dazai's movements are fluid and graceful as he lifts the sleeping form of Kyūsaku from the floor. He maneuvers them onto his back, securing against him with practice ease.

“Whatever the executive says. I'll see you around.” You turn away from him.

Dazai's voice pierce through the silence of the corridor, halting your movement. “I know you're angry cause I stopped you from killing them.”

“I'm not angry, Dazai.”

“You are. You're probably thinking how much of a hypocrite I am right now.”

Exasperated, you turn on your heels to face him properly. “Seriously? Are we doing this again?”

“Doing what?”

Ah, nothing's a bigger waste of time than talking to Dazai.

You give him a hard look before turning away.

If you'll stay longer, you can't guarantee yourself to stay silent and may ended up giving Dazai a piece of your mind and you're not in the mood to hear any of his nonsensical remarks.

“Eh, [Your name]-chan. Where are you going?”

You glance over your shoulder, your eyes meeting his with a mixture of surprise and curiosity. “I'm going back to my room. Why?”

“Well, I prepared a grand surprise as a celebration that you're finally back.” Though his words flow with both ease and amusement, you didn't miss the glimmer of mischief dancing in the depths of his eyes. “I'm sure you will like it. But for now, go and take a rest.” He flick his hand in dismissal.

“I'll call you.” A secret smile tugs at the corners of Dazai's lips.

Making your way down the corridor heading to your room, your mind is filled with Dazai's parting words. “What is he planning this time? He better not make a mess in my room again.”

Maybe he wants to drive again? Argh. He better not.

As you round the corner, your breath catches in your throat at the gruesome sight that greets you. 

A multitude of body bags scattering along the way like discarded remains of nightmare that takes place inside the organization hours ago.

Despite the overwhelming sense of dread, you remain rooted in place, unable to avert your eyes from the scene unfolding before your eyes.

“That kid really fucked up big time.” You grumble under your breath, irritation taking over your senses. “Damn it.”

“[Your name].”

“I knew it. I should’ve killed them before Dazai arrives. How annoying.”

“[Your name].”

“What should I do now?”

“Oi, [Your name].”

“Ah, right. I'm going to take a rest.”

“Oi, [Your name]. Dammit.”

A curious voice calls out your name snapping you back to reality. Startled, you turn to follow the owner of the voice.

To your surprise, you find Chuuya standing just behind you. A bemuse smile playing upon his lips as he watches you with amusement.

It's as if Chuuya materializes out of thin air, appearing in your blind spot with a suddenness that takes almost takes your breath away.

Embarrassment floods your cheeks as you realizes how lost you had become in your own thoughts, oblivious to the presence of your friend so close behind you. 

You greets him with a sheepish grin. “Hi, Chuuya-kun.”

Together, you walk side by side. Chuuya glance at you as he speaks. “How are you feeling? I didn't expect you to be back so early.”

“Dazai left a letter. I had to go back here after finding out what happened.” You sigh, massaging your aching temples.

Chuuya's forehead creases slightly. He opens his mouth to say something but his subordinate interrupts him before he can utter a word. His face subtly tenses, a hint of annoyance briefly appearing before he compose himself.

“What is it?”

The subordinate, a youthful man wearing a sleek black suit and dark sunglasses approaches Chuuya. “Sir,” he begins.

He glances at your direction and offers a curt nod. You nod back. “We've successfully recovered all the bodies from the remaining floors. All of your orders have been accomplished.”

Chuuya nod his head in acknowledgement. You observe the exchange with keen interest.

Oh. Dazai mentioned that he'll call me anytime now. Before he does, I should catch some rest.

Your eyes flits between Chuuya and his subordinate and you open your mouth to carefully say, “Um, Chuuya-kun.. I'm going to go back to my room now.”

Chuuya glance at you, a flicker of something unreadable passes over his features. “Yeah, you should. Get some rest, [Your name].” He said yet, there's a lingering reluctance in his eyes, as if he wanted you to stay with him a little longer.

“I'll see you around, Chuuya-kun.”

You reach your room and you hesitate for a moment before opening the door. Bracing yourself, you step inside. Your eyes immediately scan the space for any signs of chaos.

No cracks on the wall? Good.

No crazy and messy designs? Good.

Are my white curtains still intact? Yes. 

Relief wash over you as you found everything exactly as you left it.

Dazai had a knack for leaving a mess in his wake just like what he did a few years ago. You still remember how your room looked like a reception room inside an abandoned shipyard building.

Cleaning up the mess was the worse part especially when the culprit itself ran away from his responsibilities like the shameless bastard that he is.

The room is neat and orderly, devoid of any unexpected surprises except for the discarded bandages and his black coats scattered everywhere on your bed.

Letting out a sigh of relief, you allow yourself to relax, the tension slowly draining from your shoulders.

“Thank god.”

You open your eyes, blinking away the remnants of sleep. You couldn't recall drifting off to sleep; the last thing you remember is flipping through the pages of The Complete Guide to Suicide book left on your nightstand by Dazai.

Ugh... What time is it?

It was then that the insistent ringing of your phone snaps you back to reality. With a groggy sigh, you clumsily reach for your phone.

Your eyes squint in displeasure as Dazai's name flashes on the caller ID, prompting you to answer the call, your voice still heavy with sleep.

“Dazai?” you murmur, your tone lace with irritation.

There's a brief pause on the other end of the line before his voice filled the silence, tinge with a hint of amusement.

“Good afternoon, [Your name]-chan. Did I wake you?” He ask, his voice smooth and melodious.

You can almost picture the smirk playing on his lips and the mischievous glint in his eyes.

You rub your eyes, attempting to shake off the lingering drowsiness. “Yeah, you did,” you reply with a yawn. “So, what do you want?”

Dazai's voice drifts through the line, smooth and enigmatic as ever. “Meet me at the torture room.” he simply says before abruptly ending the call.

Your confusion deepens as you stare at the phone in your hand, trying to make sense of his ambiguous message.

The torture room? What could he possibly mean by that? 

Your mind races with possibilities, but only one of them seems to fit the context of your conversation.

Ah, you thought.

He probably wants to play that game with you and Chuuya where the three of you would test your pain tolerance.

Chuuya would start the game by shooting Dazai's head with a gun but through the use of his gravity manipulating ability, the bullet stops right at his skull. They may bicker a lot but the unwavering trust they hold for each other never ceases to impress you.

On the other hand, you'll hone your combat skills with Chuuya, with no reservations or holding back on his part.

Right. That must be it.

After Dazai's abrupt end to the call, you throw off the covers and swing your legs over the edge of the bed.

You reach for the black coat hanging on the back of a chair and slide your arms into the sleeves, the weight of it settling comfortably around your shoulders.

You navigate the familiar corridors with ease, the echoes of your footsteps guiding you towards your destination.

The torture and the captive area lies hidden deep in the main building. 

Descending down the staircase, you step into the room. You scan the area with your eyes.

Everything from the walled handcuffs to torture and interrogation tools filled the small room. 

“[Your name]-chan!” You turn to see Dazai waving his hand in your direction.

“Dazai—” Your breath catches in your throat and your heart is pounding with a mixture of horror and disbelief.

He's drench in blood, from head to toe.

You lips parted but then, realization sets in and you understand.

The blood that stains Dazai's clothes is not his own. It belongs to another, a victim of the unspeakable cruelty that lurks within the corner of this room.

A surge of revulsion courses through you as you take in the scene. The sight of Dazai, so calm and compose amidst covered in blood, fills you with a sense of dread unlike anything you have ever known.

You make your way towards him, the unease in your chest growing with each passing moment.

How strange. Why am I feeling this way?

Dazai approaches you, his eyes gleaming with excitement. Without a word, he reaches out and takes your hand in his. A gentle tug and he leads you towards a secluded corner of the room. His grip firm yet strangely reassuring.

As you follow him, a sense of dread coils in the pit of your stomach, the hairs on the back of your neck standing on end.

What the hell.

This isn't my first time to be around here. So.. why am I like this..?

You can't shake the feeling that something is terribly wrong.

“Uh, Dazai... What exactly are we doing here?”

When Dazai finally comes to a stop, you look at him in wonder. He tips his head slightly, a silent command to draw your gaze away from his face and towards the direction he indicates.

You hesitantly tear your eyes away from him and fix your gaze straight ahead.

“Surprise!”

Your stomach churns with nausea as you take in the sight, your mind recoiling from the sheer brutality of it all but Dazai's grip remains firm.

“What... what the hell?”

Before you stands a grotesque illustration of something inhuman. The sight is enough to make your blood run cold.

The victim's body was mutilated. His arms and legs had been severed from his torso. Small chunks had been cut from one of his arms at the joints. Both of his feet had also been separated from his legs.

The victim's cut and sliced body parts had been packed up and piled together beside the mutilated body, creating a twisted, gory figure that was kept in place by thin but sturdy metal wire.

Everything is covered in blood and the air is heavy with the stench of blood and decay.

In the heavy silence of the torture room, broken only by the faint drip of blood from the victim, Dazai finally speaks.

The world seems to hold its breath, hanging on Dazai's word. And then, with a soft exhale, he breaks the silence, his voice low and steady.

“That bastard was the one who shot you,” He casually says. “I instructed Chuuya not to kill him so I can have a brief amusement while waiting for you to regain your consciousness. You were out for nearly three days, [Your name]-chan.”

Three days? Then.... does that mean... 

Your eyes flicker to the dismembered body formed into a grotesque sculpture.

This man has been suffering for three days?

Dazai's smile remains unchange, as if he is completely untouch by the darkness and blood that envelops him.

“So.. this is....” You tried to form some words but your voice falter. “Uh,” You felt bile rise in your throat, the metallic taste of fear threatening to overwhelm you.

As you stand there, paralyze with terror, Dazai fully faces your direction, his black coat swooshes behind him.

A huge smile adorns his face.

It's a smile that sends shivers down your spine, a silent reminder of the depths of his inscrutable nature.

“I hope you like it. Welcome back, [Your name]-chan.”

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Dazai's so-called 'grand surprise' is turning out to be an utter disaster on your end. He probably senses your distress, and in a gesture of understanding, he volunteers to freshen himself up in your room and change his bloodied clothes.

He emerge from the shower, bandages wrap loosely encircling his arms and neck. “I can't stop thinking about it but I really thought that you like what I did.”He lets out a huge sigh. “It seems impressing you is quite the challenge, [Your name]-chan.”

Sitting at the edge of your bed, you glare at him with contempt. “That was you trying to impress me? Seriously?”

Dazai tilt his head to the side, a look of curiosity and intrigue gracing his features. “I tried but even if I brought you flowers, you still don't like it so I figured to do something interesting for once.” He mumbles under his breath. “Though, I was sure you'll like it considering he was the one you shot you, after all.”

The crimson spider lilies that were scattered across the table when you wake up in the hospital flashes on your mind.

You were a hundred percent sure that Dazai deliberately picked those spider lilies after knowing their poisonous nature yet he's still alive and well, devoid of any symptoms... so it means committing suicide wasn't his priority that time.

The considerable effort he exerted just to give them to you makes you feel slightly conflicted.

Despite his efforts to express his feelings, there's a struggle, a barrier he struggles to breach.

You can't help but to recall those odd times when Dazai tried to express... something.

First, when you two were sent on a mission together and he forced you to jump with him from a six-storey building labeling it as double suicide without asking for your consent. You two spent confined in a room recovering for several weeks and you only found out from Chuuya that it was all Dazai's schemes. You confront Dazai about it and he simply replied that you spend too much time with Chuuya that's why he had no choice but to do it. Fucking bastard.

Second, Dazai made a mess in your room while you were recovering and when you came back, your white curtains were all cut diagonally. He also put some colorful decorative drapes with your name on it as well as multicolored decorations.

Third, casting a stupid spell at you. (It was Odasaku's idea.)

Fourth, during the Assasination King incident, he rendered you feeling utterly insignificant because his sole aim aside from Mori was shielding you from Verlaine, even if it meant sacrificing key members of the Port Mafia.

Fifth, picking out spider lilies just because he caught you staring at them.

And now, this.

It dawns on you that Dazai is fighting with his own vulnerabilities, finding it difficult to openly convey his affection.

Still.. he always take things too far...

You silently watch Dazai as he moves to sit beside you on the bed, clumsily adjusting the bandages around his arms.

“Hey,” you reach out an arm, drawing him closer to you. “It may not be so obvious to you but I appreciate it, Dazai. I appreciate everything... I just don't know how to express it..”

A cloud of doubt lingers in Dazai's eyes, skepticism evident in his expression. “Really, now. You're feeling bad?” A pout gracing his lips, he adopts a childlike demeanor, sulking in silence as if unconvince by your words. “You didn't seem enthusiastic about it so I don't believe you, [Your name]-chan. You might as well try again.”

How am I supposed to act enthusiastically after finding out you dismembered that man and formed his severed body parts to create some sort of sickening scultpure-like arrangement?!!

You clear your throat. “I was just surprised... so I didn't know how to react to your...” you remember the sculpture once again and you almost let out a grimace. “....grand surprise.. that's all. So, uh,” shaking your head to get rid of the gory image, you change the subject. “Where did you put his head? I didn't see it down there.”

He remain silent, leaving you to wonder whether his reluctance to speak indicates that he doesn't want to answer your question.

Is he sulking? Really? Ugh.

Oh, well. It's not like you're genuinely interested in the whereabouts of the head anyway. You just want to divert the conversation with a different question.

You start fumbling with your fingers as a heavy silence stretch between you. It seems like Dazai's not cooperating with you this time.

Suddenly, Dazai extends his arm towards the space under your bed, his fingers grasping something hidden from view. As he retrieves it, a huge box appears in his hand.

However, your attention is immediately drawn to a faint dripping sound emanating from within the box.

What's that?

“Here's my second gift, [Your name]-chan.”

Although the subtle warning bells starts ringing in your mind, curiosity gets the better of you. 

“Here, take it.”Dazai pushes the box closer to you.

You accept it, ignoring the ominous dripping, and pry open the lid.

The box contains the victim's head.

His mouth was wide open, as if the last terrified scream was still to come out. His now-milky eyes had sunk deeper into his skull but the stare was still in them.

A long, distant, disbelieving and frightened stare. The stare of someone who knew he would die an agonizing death.

In a sudden motion, you swiftly shut the box, and a sense of urgency propelling you to your feet. With determined strides, you cross the room to the door, your hand grasping the handle firmly.

Without hesitation, you swing it open and step into the corridor, carefully setting the box down just beyond the threshold of your room.

You shift your attention to Dazai, who sits perch on the edge of your bed. With a deep breath, you attempt to control your anger, the effort evident in the tightness of your jaw and the furrow of your brow.

“Get out of my room, Dazai.”

He didn't budge and simply looks away, avoiding your gaze entirely. “I didn't do anything wrong and I'm not going anywhere.”

“Now.”

Slowly, almost reluctantly, Dazai rises from your bed with a loud sigh, his movements weight with an air of resignation. He grab one of the coats lying across your bed.

As he turns towards the door, his gaze briefly meets yours. Retrieving the box from its place outside your room, he cradles it in his arms. With one last lingering glance, he quietly exits.

The door clicks shut behind Dazai's departure and you exhale a shaky breath, your fingers curling around the cool metal of the handle.

You hesitantly glance back into the room, your gaze falls on your bed. Moving closer, you watch a dark pool seeping from beneath the bed, staining the pristine floorboards crimson.

Breathing in and out, you find yourself in a never-ending cycle of reassurance, convincing yourself that Dazai's actions are merely his peculiar way of displaying affection.

It's no big deal. It's no big deal.

This is nothing.

He just wanted to surprise me, that's all.

No big deal!

However, the ever-expanding pool of blood becomes increasingly overwhelming.

“Fuck.”

Fueled by frustration and anger, you storm to your bed and seize one of his coats. In a swift, hell-bent motion, you use it to mop up the blood staining the floor.

“God fucking damn it, Dazai. You always manage to complicate things for me. You inconsiderate piece of shit.”

After deciding to stop by your room late in the afternoon to check on you, Chuuya immediately take the initiative to make dinner reservations when he discovers you staring blankly at the wall, clutching a coat soaked in blood.

“What the fuck, [Your name]. Are you okay?!”

Mutekiro, Yokohama is located at 2-96 Motomachi, Naka-ku, Yokohama, 231-0861. It's a well-known traditional French restaurant that opened in 1981. Fresh vegetables from local farms are used to infuse a Yokohama quality to traditional French fare.

Chuuya's gaze alternates between his plate and you. With a mouthful of food, he casually ask, “So, what happened?” His tone is nonchalant, yet there's a hint of curiosity in his voice, mingled with concern. “I think you won't mind if I say this but you looked horrible, [Your name].”

The soft glow of the fluorescent lighting dance across his features, casting gentle shadows that highlight the lines of his face. In the background, the gentle murmur of conversation and clinking of cutlery provides a soothing background to the cozy atmosphere.

You left your food untouched, unable to summon the appetite to eat. “I know, Chuuya-kun. I looked horrible as fuck.” You lift your hands to your face, rubbing at your temples in frustration.

Meeting Chuuya's concerned gaze, you shake your head and continue, “What Dazai did was absolutely horrible.” you mutter in disbelief. “That stupid bastard... what was he thinking?”

“Is this about shitty Dazai dismembering the body of that shithead?”

Your hand falls from your face, coming to rest on your lap. “Wait. How did you know?”

Chuuya's nonchalant demeanor remains as he casually shrug his shoulders, his focus unwavering on the meal before him. “He told me not to kill that shithead,” he remark between bites. “I assumed he intended to interrogate him. But when I paid a visit down there, he's already busy cutting him down.”

“What do you mean?”

“He inflicted as much pain as the shithead could handle before allowing him to die.” 

“He cut him up first? Hold on. You were there with him?”

Chuuya nods. “Yeah, I was watching. He started with the small, non-life-threatening pieces.”

You frown at him.

“All his toes were cut off, together with his tongue.” Chuuya pause. “I'd say that was done first, before he was dismembered. The shithead held on for a while. Three days, I guess?”

Your eyes widen in disbelief as you struggle to comprehend Chuuya's nonchalant demeanor. As he continue to eat with an air of indifference, your mind race, trying to figure out why he's wearing a calm facade even with the unsettling revelation he had just uttered.

When Chuuya said those words, it sounds nothing more than an ordinary, everyday scenario for him. Just like going out to buy something, or simply sharing how his day went, those kinds of words.

With each passing moment, your disbelief morph into a gnawing sense of unease. “Chuuya-kun... you don't seem to care about what Dazai just did.”

Chuuya raises his gaze to meet yours. “Why should I?” he murmurs, his tone devoid of remorse. “I'm not really up to those kind of things but that shithead was the one who shot you, [Your name]. He deserved it.”

I swear, anyone gifted with supernatural powers has something wrong with them inside.

“Yeah... right..”

Weeks slip by in a blur of relentless missions, each one blending seamlessly into the next as you find yourself swept up in the whirlwind of Port Mafia affairs.

Days turn into nights, and nights into days, until time becomes an indistinct haze of ceaseless activity.

Amidst the chaos of your duties, a call interrupts the monotonous rhythm of your days.

You reach for your phone, your fingers deftly tapping the screen to accept the call. “Hello? Chuuya-kun?” 

“Hey, [Your name].” Chuuya's voice echoes through the line. “I know you're busy but I just wanted to tell you something.”

A flicker of curiosity dances in your eyes as you listen intently, the weight of your current mission momentarily forgotten in the face of Chuuya's unexpected call. “Yeah? What is it?”

“The boss mentioned those documents you retrieved before... as a celebration of my promotion to executive,” Chuuya continues, his words carrying both gratitude and pride. “I appreciate it a lot, [Your name].”

A proud smile tugs at the corners of your lips as you process the news. “It's no big deal, Chuuya-kun. Besides, Dazai already told me. He said you're an executive now. I'm so happy for you. Congratulations!!”

Chuuya chuckles. “You're already a sub-executive, right? You're almost there. You better catch up, dummy.”

Yet, as quickly as the moment comes, it fades into the background, swallowed up by the ever-pressing demands of your responsibilities.

A flicker of movement catches your eye, drawing your attention to the clock mounted on the wall. You lean forward, squinting to make out the time.

It's almost Dazai's birthday and you're away from Japan, unable to celebrate the occasion in person with him.

The bustling cityscape outside your window blurs into a distant background as you settle into your surroundings, the absence of familiar faces and places casting a shadow over your thoughts.

You stare at your phone, fingers hesitating momentarily before you type out a message to Dazai.

‘Happy Birthday, Dazai.’

Sending the message triggers a pang of disappointment, blending with the bittersweet acknowledgment that distance separates you from your dear friend.

Dazai's responsibilities as an executive of the organization likely keep him occupied, diverting his focus as he also serves as the right-hand man to the boss.

With a heavy heart, you set your phone aside, the weight of your absence from Dazai's side weighing heavily upon you.

Geez... I miss him and his annoying ass..

In the mid-July summer heat, you finally return to Japan. Anticipation fills your journey back to the Port Mafia's main headquarters as you step into the building, the air heavy with a sense of homecoming.

Aaaah, I'm finally back~!

Skipping your way down the familiar corridors, excitement bubbles within you as you anticipate the comfort of your own room.

However, when you reach for the handle and swing the door open, your heart drops at the sight before you.

“What.... what the fuck?!”

Your eyes narrows at the chaotic scene before you. 

Chaotic is a huge understatement.

Countless dirty bandages litter the floor. Dazai's trademark black coats are scattered carelessly across furniture and hooks, their once pristine appearance now disheveled and neglected.

Stepping further into the room, amidst the clutter, stacks of report papers threaten to topple from every available surface, their pages crumpled and creased from careless handling.

Your fists tighten at your sides, the knuckles growing pale with the intensity of your fury. “DAZAI OSAMU!!!”

The door slams wide open, and the source of your anger steps confidently into the room, ready to exchange pleasantries. But before he can utter a word, your fist shoots forward, connecting with Dazai's face with a resounding smack sending him flying through the air, his form silhouetted against the sky.

With a decisive clap of your hands, dust swirls in the air. “Great. I've always wanted to do that.” Taking a deep breath, you pump yourself up. “Now that the main source of my problem is gone, let's start cleaning!”

But when your eyes started scanning the chaotic mess, an immediate sense of exhaustion seems to seep right into your bones. 

“I can't believe this. I just came back!”

The sight of Dazai's dirty bandages alone is enough to deepen the fatigue that weighs heavily upon you.

“Argh, stupid merciless bastard.” You mutter under your breath, bending down to pick the dirty bandages. While doing so, you can't help but feel a pang of frustration at Dazai's indifference towards his own mess.

Next on your agenda are Dazai's black coats, scattered carelessly across the room mingling with discarded books and papers in a chaotic jumble.

It's an absolute scene of utter disorganization. Each of the mess demands attention, but the sheer magnitude of them overwhelms you before you can even begin.

“I can't fucking believe this.” Gathering them one by one, you fold them neatly, and arrange them in a stack.

Finally, your attention turns to the towering pile of report papers. You gather them up, the weight a tangible reminder of Dazai's responsibilities left unattended, like the irresponsible person that he is.“Why are these report papers even here in the first place?”

With everything in hand, you make your way out of the room and down the hallway to Dazai's office.

The familiar scent of old books greets you as you push open the door with your foot, the wood creaking softly in protest. Without bothering to announce yourself, you place the items on his desk.

You look around his office. Dazai's office consists of a relatively simple and plain room with empty space, save for his desk and chair. The room is decorated with an obscure painting, and along with windows, has a candle on the wall to provide light. 

A firm knock startles you from your trance. You turn towards the doorway, where Akutagawa stands, his presence commanding attention.

“Akutagawa-kun?”

Your brow furrows in confusion as you watch Akutagawa scan the room with a determined gaze. It's clear he's searching for someone, his eyes flicking from one corner to the next.

But what puzzles you the most is the fact that Dazai, is standing just a few steps behind Akutagawa, calmly observing the scene unfold.

You're torn by uncertainty, wrestling with the decision of whether to intervene or not.

Should I point out the obvious, or let Akutagawa-kun discover Dazai's presence on his own?

Before you can decide, Akutagawa's sharp gaze meets yours. “I apologize for the intrusion,” he says, his voice cool and composed, “but is Dazai-san around?”

“Oh? He's right behind you, Akutagawa-kun.” you chirp.

Akutagawa's eyes widen in surprise, and he whirls around to find Dazai standing there, a condescending smile playing at the corners of his lips.

You watch in amusement as Akutagawa's confusion gives way to a flicker of annoyance, his pride wounded by the realization that he overlooked the one person he was searching for.

Dazai chuckles softly, stepping forward to join the conversation. “You're getting sloppy, Akutagawa-kun,” he teases, his tone light but tinged with a hint of venom.

Akutagawa bristles at the teasing remark, but before he can open his mouth to respond, Dazai grins at you. “There you are! Sheesh, when I came back, you were not there in your room. Stop wandering around, [Your name]-chan.”

“You're a shameless piece of shit. Aren't you, Dazai?”

“How rude! Watch your words, snotface.”

“Oh, yeah? What are you going to do about it, assface?”

There's a smug look on Dazai's face. He straightens, his posture exuding an air of confidence and authority. His dark eyes gleam with a hint of mischief as he leans forward, his words dripping with pride.

“Ah, but remember, my dear [Your name]-chan,” he interjects, his voice carrying a hint of amusement, “I am not just anyone. I am an executive, after all.”

The words hang in the air, filled with a sense of superiority, a reminder of his elevated status within the organization. Despite his playful nature, there's an underlying seriousness to his tone, a subtle warning not to underestimate him.

But you meet his declaration with a raise brow, refusing to be intimidated. “The fuck? You think I care about that? We're not in a mission, Dazai. And you got this whole ass office all by yourself and you're out there shitting in my own space. Where's your shame?”

“Oh, believe it or not. I had the best time of my life.”

“You're such a shit.”

Through the corner of your eye, you catch a glimpse of Akutagawa. He watches in silence, his usually impassive expression betraying a flicker of disbelief.

His eyes dart back and forth between you and Dazai, as if trying to make sense of the spectacle before him.

For a brief moment, you're taken aback, realizing that you've forgotten Akutagawa was even in the room. Sensing the sudden change in your demeanor, Dazai, too, pauses mid-sentence, his gaze shifting to Akutagawa.

You both turn towards Akutagawa, the playful facade momentarily set aside.

Dazai clears his throat. “By the way, I've been training Akutagawa-kun and now that you're here with us, wanna see the fruit of my labor, [Your name]-chan? You see, he's been under my care for almost a year now.”

Your gaze flickers at Akutagawa's determined expression. “Yeah, sure.”

Dazai strides toward you, his gaze alight with excitement. He reaches you and gently takes your hand in his. “Then let's go!” he exclaims, his voice brimming with exaggerated anticipation.

“Hey, let go of me! You don't have to hold my hand. Geez.”

“Eh? But you're the one who's holding my hand, [Your name]-chan.”

“As if! Get off me.”

“No.”

As you prepare to leave the room with Dazai, your attention is drawn to a subtle interaction between him and Akutagawa.

In a seemingly casual gesture, he places a firm hand on Akutagawa's back, his touch carrying a weight of authority.

Dazai utters a warning that drips with intimidation. “You better not embarrass yourself,” he says, his voice low and commanding, the threat veiled but unmistakable.

Akutagawa's response is stoic but you notice that there's a flicker of tension in his posture, a subtle acknowledgment of the implicit challenge laid before him by his mentor.

“Was that really necessary?” You whisper, nudging him with your elbow. Dazai merely offers you a thumbs up.

Inside the faintly illuminated warehouse, you're perch atop a sturdy wooden crate, observing the intense training session unfolding before you.

Akutagawa, his ability's movements precise and calculated, launches a series of swift strikes towards Dazai.

Dazai, the epitome of composure, effortlessly evades each strike with calculated ease, his movements fluid and graceful. He stands before Akutagawa, arms crossed in a stance of unwavering confidence, his gaze fix firmly on his protege.

But despite his best efforts, it's clear that Dazai holds the upper hand. With a sudden burst of speed, he delivers a decisive blow, sending Akutagawa stumbling backward, his form crumbling to the ground, and a pained gasp escaping his lips.

Silence hangs heavy in the air, broken only by the sound of Akutagawa's labored breathing. He kneels on the floor, coughing up blood, his body trembling with the effort to rise.

“Akutagawa-kun....” You glance over at Dazai, a knot of worry tightening in your chest as you observe the intense training session.

Dazai remains unmoved, his arms still crossed, and his eyes devoid of concern. “Your ability's slow to activate. The enemy won't wait for you to get up.”

Akutagawa kneels on the floor, coughing up blood, Dazai clicks his tongue. “Now, get up. Retaliate with your ability.”

Akutagawa staggers to his feet, his muscles trembling with exhaustion, a fierce determination flashes in his eyes.

He unleashes his ability, Rashomōn, but before the attack can reach its intended target, No Longer Human nullifies Akutagawa's attack in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, Dazai springs into action, his movements swift and precise. With a lightning-fast kick, he landed a kick on Akutagawa's stomach sending him flying through the air like a ragdoll.

Akutagawa crashes into the unforgiving wall with a resounding thud, the impact reverberating through the warehouse.

“Dazai—”you start to say but Dazai's voice cuts through the tense air of the training ground, sharp and commanding. His gaze pierces Akutagawa like a blade as he delivers his admonition with cold precision.

“That's not enough to survive in the Port Mafia!” he scolds, his tone lace with disappointment and frustration.

Akutagawa staggers backward, clutching his chest as crimson spills from his lips, staining the ground beneath him. Each cough wracks his body, leaving him doubled over in pain as he struggles to catch his breath.

Dazai's expression darkens as he watches his protege's suffering, a flicker of disappointment crossing his features. With a sharp click of his tongue, he turns away from Akutagawa.

“You're incompetent,” he mutters under his breath, his words carrying the weight of his disappointment. “An embarrassment, especially with an audience.”

Akutagawa's fists clench at his sides, his teeth gritted in frustration as he watches Dazai turn his back and begin to walk away.

A rush of anger boils within him, he opens his mouth to call out Dazai's name, but the words catch in his throat, stifled by a mixture of pride and resentment.

Meanwhile, Dazai doesn't look back, his gaze fix firmly ahead as he calls out your name. “Come on,” he says, his tone clipped and authoritative. “We're leaving. There's nothing to see here, after all. I apologize for wasting your time, [Your name]-chan.”

You glance between Akutagawa's tense form and Dazai's retreating figure, a sense of unease settles in the pit of your stomach.

With a final, longing look at Akutagawa, you follow Dazai out of the warehouse.

Chapter Text

The sky is painted in hues of indigo and violet, with streaks of fiery orange. Walking alongside Dazai, the soft crunch of gravel beneath your feet disrupts the quiet evening.

As you walk through Yamashita Park, shadows lengthen, casting mysterious shapes upon the ground. Dazai's presence is serene yet puzzling, his thoughts seemingly wandering.

Suddenly, he turns to you with a curious glint in his eyes. “What do you think of Akutagawa-kun during the training session?” he asks, his voice carrying a hint of intrigue.

You pause, considering his question. “Akutagawa-kun? Hmm....”

Akutagawa's fervent dedication shines through in the training session, his unwavering concentration bordering on obsession as he explores his ability with undeniable intensity.

Yet, beneath his stoic facade, there lies a complexity, a darkness that seems to limit his every move.

“He's... dedicated,” You reply carefully. “I can feel how determined he is, like he's aiming for more than just being good at something...”

Dazai nods thoughtfully, his gaze drifting towards the horizon where the final traces of daylight persistently cling to the sky's edge.

There's a knowing glimmer his eyes, like he's peering into the depths of Akutagawa's mind, seeing more than what's on the surface.

“I see,” he murmurs, a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips. “But dedication can be a double-edged sword, don't you think?”

You nod in agreement, sensing the weight of his words.

Dazai veers off the bustling main street, disappearing into the narrow entrance of an alleyway. He strides forward, his figure becoming a silhouette against the dimly lit passage.

You trail closely behind him.

Following Dazai's lead, the narrow passage twists and turns, revealing glimpses of hidden doorways and forgotten corners. You hear faint echoes of distant voices and the occasional flicker of lamplight that adds to the eerie ambiance, heightening your sense of intrigue and anticipation.

Where are we going?

Through the dimly lit alley, a sudden burst of white light slices through the darkness. Your eyes adjust as you realize it's emanating from a store sign overhead.

Lupin?

Dazai comes to a stop beneath the glow of the sign. He reaches for the door in front of you. Its weathered wood creaks softly as he pushes it open.

You pause, uncertain, and you glance towards Dazai for confirmation. “Here?”

He silently urge you to go on.

Descending the narrow and steep staircases of the place, each step echoing softly in the quiet space, a sense of intrigue envelops you. The dim light creates an atmosphere reminiscent of a distant time.

Amidst the stillness, a distant sound begins to drift towards you, barely perceptible at first. It's the faint strains of music, muffled yet distinct.

The bar stands silent and still, devoid of any guests, likely due to its recent opening. Bathed in a soft, dim light, the interior exudes a warm, yellowish-brown hue.

Behind the worn counter, a figure stands, diligently wiping down a glass with a cloth. The bartender's gaze meets yours and Dazai, and though no words are spoken, there's a silent acknowledgement in the nod of his eyes, a subtle invitation to take a seat and make yourself comfortable.

“A bar...?” you utter in disbelief, your voice tinged with incredulity.

“Yup. This is the usual place where I meet with Ango and Odasaku,” Dazai declares proudly, his tone unwavering as he gestures around the dimly lit establishment.

Turning to the bartender, who stands behind the polished wooden counter with a practiced air, Dazai nods in acknowledgment. “Master, I'll have the usual,” he announces. The familiarity in his words suggests he's a regular here, speaking volumes about how often he frequents this place.

Dazai settles into a seat at the bar, the bartender's hands move with practiced precision, pouring a measure of amber liquid into a glass before sliding it across the counter towards Dazai.

“Why don't you sit down, [Your name]-chan?” Dazai says while looking at you.

You stand in the bar, a hint of discontent etched upon your face.

However, as your gaze shifts from the empty seat, to the bartender and then to Dazai, a sense of resignation washes over you.

You take your place upon the stool next to Dazai with a sigh. You signal for a drink, and before long, it's placed before you, the liquid swirling gently within the glass.

Soon, the atmosphere in the bar shifts from one of quiet contemplation to lively chatter. Glasses clink together in a cheerful symphony, the sound echoing off the walls.

Amidst the hubbub, you and Dazai engage in conversation. The topics moving seamlessly from one subject to the next, as if there's no end to the content of your discourse. 

“Hey, Dazai,” you begin tentatively, breaking the comfortable silence that has settled between you after Dazai shares how his days go when you're not around. “I can't get this out of my head so I'm going to say this to you.”

As you speak, your words hang in the air. Dazai listens intently, his gaze fixed on you with unwavering attention. And then, with a subtle tilt of his head, he signals for you to continue talking.

“This is weird but someone I know mentioned that you act like a mischievous cat trying to show off to me.”

Dazai's reaction is immediate, his brows furrowing in disbelief as he lets out a disgusted noise at the comparison. “Me? A cat?” His tone drips with incredulity, as if the very idea is absurd. 

You nod.

He punctuates his disbelief by jabbing a finger towards himself, as if to emphasize the absurdity of the notion. “What the hell! Me?” His voice rises slightly in indignation, his expression a mixture of offense and bemusement.

“Trying to show off to you? Don't get so ahead of yourself, [Your name]-chan!” His words tumble out with a hint of defensiveness, as if he's warding off an accusation he finds both unfounded and insulting.

You pause, taken aback by his reaction, unsure of how to respond.

“What the fuck, Dazai?” An unexpected rush of anger rises within you, fueled by Dazai's reaction that seems to hit a nerve you can't quite identify.

His expression, filled with disgust, now twists into one of mild confusion, and it's this subtle shift that ignites the flames of irritation within you.

Scanning the place for something, anything to release this sudden fury, your eyes alight on a half-empty bottle.

Without fully understanding the source of your anger, you reach for it, the cool glass fitting snugly in your hand.

You swing the bottle, the air slicing around you like a blade as you aim towards Dazai's face. But before your makeshift weapon can make contact, Dazai's quick reflexes kick in, dodging out of the path just in time.

“Woah! That's dangerous!” Dazai exclaims loudly. “Geez, why are you so violent, [Your name]-chan?”

The tension in the room is almost visible to the naked eye as you confront Dazai, your words laced with frustration and simmering anger.

His casual demeanor seems to irk you even more, igniting a fiery determination to make him understand your point of view.

“You really know when to get a rise out of me, don't you?” you remark sharply, your voice carrying a hint of exasperation.

Setting the half-empty bottle down with a thud, you square your shoulders, ready to lay your feelings bare.

“Let me get things straight because you're so full of yourself,” you continue, your tone brimming with defiance.

Each word is a deliberate strike, aimed at puncturing his self-assured facade. “You showing off to me is impossible because all you do is make my blood pressure rise. And cats are cute, you're not. Don't get so ahead of yourself, asshole.”

Dazai blinks once then twice, his expression flickers with a mix of surprise and amusement.

His eyes lock onto yours, a glint of challenge dancing within their depths, as if daring you to refute his claim. “But you like me, [Your name]-chan.” he asserts confidently, his words slicing through the silence like a knife.

You stare at him in wide disbelief, the weight of his statement hitting you like a sudden gust of wind.

Where did those words even come from? You wonder, your mind racing to make sense of Dazai's words.

Your heart pounds in your chest, a whirlwind of emotions swirling within you as you struggle to find your voice. “What the fuck, Dazai?”

You cast a frantic glance around the dimly lit bar, your eyes scanning the room once more for something, anything, to hit Dazai but before you can find anything in your surroundings, Dazai's gentle touch interrupts your frantic search.

With a soft yet firm grasp, he takes hold of your chin, his fingers warm against your skin as he gently forces you to meet his gaze.

His eyes, swirling with emotions you can't quite decipher, hold you captive, drawing you in with their intensity.

Caught off guard by the sudden intimacy of the gesture, you feel a flush of heat rise to your cheeks, betraying the turmoil of emotions stirring within you.

But just as the tension between you reaches its peak, a sudden clearing of a throat breaks the spell, pulling you back to reality with a jolt.

Turning to the doorway, you find Odasaku and Ango standing there, their expressions a mix of concern and curiosity.

The interruption is like a bucket of cold water, snapping you out of the daze. A shaky breath slips your lips and you pull yourself away from Dazai, your eyes not meeting his.

“Well, I suppose they wouldn't be entirely wrong.”

Dazai's words hang in the air like a tantalizing secret, his voice a velvety whisper. Your heart skips a beat at the sound, the weight of his confession settling heavily upon you.

In a quick motion, you whip your head to face him, but his attention has already shifted back to his friends, leaving you grappling with a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.

You turn your attention to the glass in front of you and lift the glass to your lips, hands trembling, and gulp down its contents in one go, the cool liquid providing a brief respite from the chaos swirling within you.

But even as you try to steady your racing heart, you can feel Dazai's stare boring into you, his presence a constant reminder of the tangled mess of emotions he's stirred within you.

Damn it, Dazai.

Odasaku's voice, calm and measured, interrupts your thoughts, drawing your attention.

“Did we disturb you, [Your name]?” he asks, his gaze gentle yet penetrating as he peers at you from his seat beside Dazai.

A lighthearted chuckle escapes your lips, you wave your hand in emphasis. “No, not at all,” you assure them, mustering a smile to convey your sincerity. “I'm glad you guys are here. Dazai's acting like an ass, as usual.”

Dazai's voice is filled with mock offense as he leans in towards you, a playful pout adorning his features. “Hey! I'm not!”

Odasaku nods in understanding, his eyes crinkling with a hint of amusement. “I see,” he acknowledges, his tone tinged with a touch of fondness as he exchanges a knowing glance with Dazai.

In response, Dazai offers a thumbs up, sealing their unspoken agreement.

Ango turns to face you, his expression earnest as he holds a glass in his hand, the liquid within catching the light in a mesmerizing dance.

“I appreciate your diligence in turning evidences to me, [Your name]-san. I heard you were out for a few weeks.” he says, his voice sincere and filled with gratitude.

“Submitting them even before the deadline, they're a great help to me.” His gaze meets yours, conveying genuine appreciation for your efforts.

His words wash over you like a warm embrace, a reminder of the importance of your contributions in the intricate web of Ango's work as the Port Mafia's Intelligence Officer.

A sense of pride swells within you, knowing that your efforts have not gone unnoticed.

You nod in acknowledgement, meeting Ango's gaze, and a silent exchange of understanding passing between you.

Dazai's usual facade of nonchalance crumbles away to reveal a visible pout on his lips. His eyes, usually sparkling with mischief, now darkens as he watches you and Ango.

Sensing Dazai's gaze, you meet his eyes with a questioning look, but before you can decipher the emotions spiraling within them, he deliberately breaks the eye contact.

In a swift motion, he slings an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him in a proprietorial gesture.

Ango, ever perceptive, sighs knowingly at the sudden display of emotion unfolding before him. His expression is a mix of amusement and sympathy, silently acknowledging the unspoken tension between you and Dazai.

And as Dazai's arm remains draped around you, a silent reminder of his presence and his claim, you can't help but wonder what the fuck is wrong with the suicidal maniac.

“Ango,” Dazai murmurs softly, his voice carrying a subtle but unmistakable weight.

Ango interjects with a calm yet firm tone, he almost roll his eyes in exasperation as he lifts his glass to his lips for a sip. “Calm down, Dazai-kun.”

“Get off me, Dazai.” You attempt to free yourself from his grasp, tugging at his arm resting on your shoulders.

Despite your efforts, Dazai's grip only tightens, refusing to release you.

Odasaku's gaze is fixed on Dazai and Ango. Sipping his drink with practiced ease, he observes them with a quiet intensity, his eyes flickering with a mixture of concern and contemplation.

There's something in the way they interact, a subtle tension that lingers beneath the surface, and Odasaku can't help but feel a sense of unease gnawing at him

Time passes unnoticed as you become absorbed in your thoughts, your mind filled with unanswered questions.

Absently flipping through the pages of Dazai's book, “The Complete Guide to Suicide,” you find yourself lost in its contents.

Stifling a yawn to come out, you raise your arms high above your head, feeling the satisfying pull of your muscles releasing tension.

As you lower your arms, your gaze drifts down to your watch, to check the time. You're taken aback by the sudden realization that it's already 11 in the evening.

Time has slipped away unnoticed, leaving you momentarily stunned by how swiftly the hours have passed. The room around you seems quieter now, enveloped in the hush of the late hour.

You rise from your seat with a gentle sigh, your gaze sweeps across the table. “It's already late.” You remark softly, your voice carrying the weight of exhaustion.

Dazai mirrors your movement, pushing back his own chair. “Yeah, it is. Let's go, [Your name]-chan?” he suggests, ready to depart alongside you.

Odasaku's gaze is steady, a silent reassurance and Ango, offers a nod of farewell.

With a final nod, you and Dazai make your way towards the exit. The soft murmur of voices and the gentle clinking of glasses fade into the background.

You and Dazai walk along the dimly illuminated streets toward the Port Mafia headquarters, with the streetlights casting elongated shadows.

Dazai's voice cuts through the stillness of the night. “Hey, [Your name]-chan,” he begins, his tone casual yet carrying a hint of excitement. “There's a summer festival at Osanbashi pier tomorrow.”

You pause briefly at the unexpected interruption, the steady rhythm of your steps momentarily halted. “Oh, yeah,” you reply. “The Yokohama Old Sparkling Twilight Festival, right?”

Dazai nods his head, his movements accompanied by a soft hum as he appears lost in contemplation.

After a moment of silence, he breaks it, his voice calm yet determined. “I've reviewed your mission schedule for the next few weeks,” he says, his tone carrying a sense of understanding. “It seems you'll be occupied for quite some time.”

“Oh, is that so?”

There's a pause, a fleeting moment of hesitation before Dazai continues. “Before you become too preoccupied with your duties,” he suggests, his gaze meeting yours with a quiet intensity you almost take a step back. “I would like you to accompany me to the festival tomorrow.”

Dazai's invitation catches you completely off guard, sending a rush of warmth to your cheeks that you can't quite contain.

As you struggle to steady your emotions, you open your mouth to respond, but before you can utter a single word, Dazai interjects with a surprising admission.

“Summer is nice. Yukatas, fireworks, the beach, self-drowning...” his voice takes on a softer tone, words infused with a sense of longing as he gazes into the distance with a dreamy look on his face.

You blink twice, suddenly lost for words.

Did he just say self-drowning?

Dazai adjust his position to face you. There's a quick flick of his lashes, and he playfully winks at you, a gesture that's both subtle and flirtatious. 

You raise a brow at him.

A charismatic grin is etched on his face. He raises his hand, forming a peace sign that hangs in the air like a silent promise.

“And I think it would be more enjoyable if you'll accept my invitation to commit a double suicide with me tomorrow.”

Without a second thought, you clench your fist tightly, channeling the intensity of your emotions into a single, swift motion.

Your punch lands forcefully, connecting with Dazai's face, sending him flying backward into the night sky.

For a moment, there's only the sound of your own racing heartbeat, the echo of your clenched fist meeting its target ringing through the air.

Dazai's figure is silhouetted against the moonlit sky, his form tumbling gracefully through the darkness before disappearing from view.

The adrenaline begins to fade away and a sense of disbelief washes over you. “Seriously... I can't believe him..”

You finally reach your room, the familiar click of the door latch signaling your entry. You push the door open, eager to sleep into the comfort of your own space.

However, as the door swings inward, your eyes widen in disbelief at the sight that greets you.

There, sprawled out on your bed with a devilish grin spread across his face, is Dazai. His presence catches you completely off guard, leaving you momentarily speechless.

“Surprised to see me?” he chirps, his grin widening as he props himself up on his elbows, the mischievous glint in his eyes unmistakable. “Took you long enough to get here.”

His words hang in the air, punctuated by the cheeky tone in his voice. 

You finally manage to find your voice, shaking your head. “You've got some nerve, Dazai. Do you want me to punch you again?”

“You're as ruthless as always.” Dazai says while he reaches lazily for the blanket, pulling it over himself with a casual flick of his wrist.

You watch him in silence as he settles beneath the covers, his features softening in the dim light of the room.

With a resigned sigh, you decide to leave him be for the moment, opting to take a quick shower and change into your pajamas.

The warm water soothes your tired muscles, washing away the day's worries as you allow yourself a moment of quiet reflection.

When you return to your room, the sight that greets you is a familiar one. Dazai is already sound asleep, his breathing steady.

A small smile tugs at the corners of your lips as you scoot into bed beside him, the mattress dipping slightly under your weight.

But as you settle in beside him, you can't help but notice how the bed suddenly feels smaller than it used to.

There's a newfound closeness between you, a sense of intimacy that wasn't there before. It's a reminder of how much you've both grown over the past four years.

Feeling the slight discomfort of the cramped space, you nudge Dazai's face. “Hey, Dazai, my bed is too small for the both of us.”

But instead of responding with words, Dazai simply reaches out to grab the blanket. Before you can react, he deftly covers your face with it, muffling your protest with the soft fabric.

“Go to sleep, [Your name]-chan.”

“You're really shameless, aren't you?”

Early in the morning, the boss summons you to his office. With quickened steps, you make your way through the corridors, the weight of anticipation of another mission heavy on your shoulders.

Entering the office, you find the boss seated behind his desk, a folder held out towards you. You step forward, your movements precise and purposeful, as you accept the folder with a respectful bow of your head.

The folder is filled with the details of your mission, each page a roadmap to the task at hand.

A quick glance and you quickly absorb the information.

You nod your head in acknowledgement to the boss, turn on your heel and sprint out of the office.

Elise's brows furrow slightly as she watches you dart past, a puzzled expression flitting across her features. “Is [Your name] in a hurry or something?” she asks, her voice laced with curiosity.

Mori, with a bemused smile playing on his lips, leans back in his chair and lets out a knowing sigh. “Dazai-kun acts the same when I give him the mission this morning too,” he remarks, his tone carrying a hint of amusement.

Elise tilts her head to the side, her curiosity piqued by Mori's response. “Really?”

Mori nods, his eyes sparkling with the memory of the encounter. “Yes. Like [Your name]-kun, he practically sprinted out of here.” he says, a chuckle escaping his lips.

A faint smile tugs at the corners of Elise's lips. “Well, I suppose some things never change.” she muses, her gaze drifting towards the door through which you had disappeared moments ago.

Time seems to blur as you immerse yourself in the mission and when the task is finally complete, you return to headquarters in hurried steps.

I'm going to be late...!

Entering your room, you immediately take a shower. Emerging refreshed, you slip into the comforting embrace of your yukata.

As the night falls gracefully over the city, an air of eager anticipation and excitement envelops the surroundings. The atmosphere is alive with the hum of conversations and the sound of laughter.

Yukatas, vibrant and colorful, sway gently with the summer breeze as people fill the streets. The elegance of the traditional garment adds an extra layer of charm to the scene.

Among the crowds of people, your eyes catch sight of Dazai, his dark brown yukata standing out amidst the sea of colors. His presence, as strange as ever, seems to add a touch of mystery to the already enchanting night.

He raises his hand in greeting, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips, his eyes holding a glimmer of mischief.

Making your way through the crowd, the scent of festival food wafts through the air. Lanterns illuminate the path ahead, casting a warm glow over the excited faces of those around you.

Dazai approaches you, his gaze sweeping over your yukata, noting its intricate patterns and lively colors.

A faint smile tugs at his lips as he gives you a thumbs up, his approval shining in his eyes. “Looking good,” he remarks.

A warm blush creeps up your cheeks at the unexpected compliment, and you try to play it cool, mustering a casual, “Thanks. You look good too.” in response.

Dazai hums thoughtfully, his eyes meet yours. A spark of excitement dancing within them, before he extends his hand towards you, palm open and inviting.

With a mix of surprise and curiosity, you allow your hand to slip into his, the warmth of his touch sending a gentle thrill coursing through your veins. His fingers wrap around yours securely.

“Let's go,” he says, his voice filled with an eager determination. With his usual mischievous glint in his eyes, he begins to lead you through the bustling streets.

You nod and follow his lead, the world around you a blur of colors and sounds as you navigate the crowds of people. Each step you take, the anticipation grows, until finally, you arrive at the entrance of Yamashita Park.

The sight before you takes your breath away – the park aglow with the soft light of lanterns, the air alive with the hum of excitement.

Dazai's grip tightens around your hand, a silent reassurance as he guides you towards the perfect spot to watch the fireworks display.

Together, hand in hand, you find yourselves amidst the sea of people, the anticipation reaching its climax as the first fireworks streak across the night sky. And as the colors explode overhead, painting the darkness, you realize that in this moment, with Dazai by your side, you are exactly where you're meant to be.

You watch the fireworks dancing aross the night sky in a breathtaking display of color and light. The bursts of vibrant colors casts an enchanting glow over the faces of the crowd gathered around you.

Dazai stands beside you, his presence providing a sense of reassurance amidst the bustling festivities.

Unable to contain your admiration, you murmur with a soft smile, “It's beautiful.”

Dazai's hand tightens around yours, the warmth of his touch spreading through you like a sudden surge of heat. His voice, soft and intimate, calls your name, drawing your attention.

Before you can register what's happening, his lips are on yours, stealing a kiss that catches you completely off guard.

The kiss is fleeting, leaving you dazed and bewildered.

Your cheeks burn crimson, and your eyes widen in shock, like saucers, as you try to make sense of what just happened.

“Why... why did you do that?” you stammer, your voice trembling with uncertainty.

Dazai's attention is no longer on you. Instead, his gaze is fixed on someone behind your back.

A sinister gleam dances in his eyes, and a devilish smirk plays upon his lips, causing your stomach to lurch with unease.

“Dazai....?”

Dazai's response is chillingly casual, his smile cruel and victorious. “Look at Chuuya,” he chuckles darkly. “He looks like he's going to cry anytime now.”

Chapter Text

The night sky is a canvas of exploding colors, each burst of fireworks illuminating the darkness with colors. The air is alive with the crackle and pop of the fireworks, but amidst the spectacle, your mind is elsewhere.

You lock your eyes onto Dazai's face, but it's clear his focus is not on yours. His attention is fixed on the person standing meters away from you.

Even as the fireworks light up the sky, your thoughts are consumed by a different kind of fireworks— the internal turmoil sparked by Dazai's actions.

Why is Dazai so cruel?

Why does he toy with me, playing with my feelings as though they're nothing more than pieces in his stupid  game?

Dazai's words replay relentlessly in your mind like a broken record.

Look at Chuuya. He looks like he's going to cry anytime now.

Look at Chuuya. He looks like he's going to cry anytime now.

Look at Chuuya. He looks like he's going to cry anytime now.

The pieces start to fall into place, like a puzzle revealing an unpleasant truth. And then it hits you like a punch to the gut.

A sudden realization that cuts through the chaos of your thoughts.

Dazai didn't kiss you out of affection or desire. No, it was all a calculated move, a means to an end.

It becomes painfully clear to you that Dazai's kiss was nothing more than a ploy, a way to provoke Chuuya's nerves, whose reaction undoubtedly brings Dazai endless amusement.

The truth settles in and a bitter taste floods the inside of your mouth. A shaky breath escapes past your lips and you swiftly turn away, unable to endure the sight of Dazai's sly smirk any longer.

The fireworks continue to explode in the sky, but the once dazzling display now seems dull in comparison to the betrayal you feel.

“I see it now...” you murmur quietly to yourself.

The truth dawns on you: you're merely a pawn in Dazai's game, a mere plaything for his entertainment and you can't help yourself but to feel a pang of regret for ever falling for his manipulative charm.

With each passing moment, the weight of these realizations grows heavier, yet you welcome it with open arms. There is a sense of liberation in embracing the truth, a freedom that allows you to shed the shackles of being delusional and step into the light of self-awareness.

He doesn't even like me, so why would he do this to me?

Amid the vibrant explosions of fireworks illuminating the night sky, Dazai's voice cuts through the air, calling out to you.

You turn towards his direction, heart heavy with the weight of recent revelations.

But as your gaze meets Dazai's, his mouth hangs open, a silent gasp escaping his lips.

Tears cascade down your cheeks, glistening in the flickering light. Your once bright eyes now clouded with pain and betrayal.

Dazai stands frozen, his facade of indifference crumbling in the face of your evident anguish. For the first time, he's at a loss for words, his features contort with a mixture of shock and confusion, unsure of how to react.

The fireworks continue to explode overhead, casting fleeting shadows across your face. But the only sound you hear is the deafening echo of your own heartbreak, a painful reminder of the trust that you had with Dazai shattered beyond repair.

Dazai's brow furrows in confusion, his mouth opening to speak, but you don't give him the chance to respond. The hurt in your eyes is evident, a silent accusation hanging in the air between you.

Dazai finally opens his mouth. “It's just a kiss, [Your name]-chan,” he says, his voice tinged with uncertainty as he shifts uncomfortably on his feet.

His attempt to downplay the situation is evident in the way his voice wavers slightly.

You stand before him, heart pounding painfully in your chest, your expression a mix of hurt and disbelief. Your brows furrow, lips trembling as you struggle to process his casual dismissal of your feelings.

Dazai watches you closely, searching your eyes for a reaction. “This is nothing. It's not that much of a big deal.” he continues, his attempt at reassurance falling flat against the ache spreading in your chest.

As Dazai's words sink in, a flood of memories rushes through your mind, like pages flipping back to a chapter you thought you'd closed.

You remember that Valentine's Day when you were just fifteen, the impulsiveness of youth and your ability, Preludes and Nocturnes, leading you to kiss Chuuya out of nowhere. At the time, it felt insignificant, just a fleeting moment of teenage curiosity.

Dazai is right; it was nothing. It was nothing to you then, just as his kiss is nothing now.

But as tears blur your vision and your heart aches with a pain you can't quite comprehend, you realize that “nothing” doesn't seem to describe it anymore.

Since when did it even become like this?

“Dazai,” you whisper, your voice muffled against your palms, the sound barely audible over the booming explosions. “You're right. It was nothing. I also felt nothing that time with Chuuya-kun. But why... why does it hurt so much now?”

Dazai's reaction is immediate and startling. He yanks a hand away from your face with a force that makes you gasp in surprise.

His eyes, usually cool and calculating, now burn with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. They bore into yours with a mix of disbelief and a dangerous edge of anger.

"You did what to Chuuya?" he demands, his voice low and ominous. His jaw tightens, muscles twitching under the strain of controlling his emotions.

Caught off guard by his sudden intensity, you falter for a moment, struggling to find words that can explain the past without further complicating the present.

“I... I kissed him.” you admit quietly.

Dazai's expression darkens, a storm brewing in his eyes. Before he can utter a word in reply, another hand intervenes, seizing his wrist with an equal measure of strength. A silent warning pulses through the touch, a wordless command to release you from his grasp.

A sharp voice cuts through the tension from behind you, authoritative and commanding. “Let go of her, shitty Dazai.”

You glance up from your tear-stained cheeks, startled by Chuuya's sudden presence. His expression unreadable yet filled with an unmistakable edge of warning.

Chuuya's grip on Dazai's hand tightens, a silent challenge passing between them as they lock eyes, shooting silent daggers at each other.

You stand caught between them, a pawn in their silent struggle for dominance.

Not this shit again.

A heavy weight presses down on your shoulders as you reach your breaking point. With a low voice, barely a whisper but tinged with frustration, you declare, “I've had enough of this. Get the fuck off me.”

In one swift motion, you harshly pull your hand away from their grasp, surprising both Chuuya and Dazai with the suddenness of your action.

You face Dazai, your eyes blazing with fury and resentment. “Listen here, you stupid piece of shit. I'm done with you. Go and find your new plaything. I'm no longer interested in being around you,” you harshly say, your voice cold and filled with a venomous edge.

Without waiting for a response, you turn on your heel and walk away, each step heavy with the weight of your misery and exhaustion.

The night seems to close in around you, suffocating in its darkness as you disappear into the shadows.

Lying in bed, tears silently streak down your cheeks, your body curled into itself, still clad in the soft fabric of your yukata.

Minutes drift by, each one a blur of pain and anguish, until weariness finally overwhelms you. Sleep descends like a gentle embrace, wrapping you in its soothing arms.

In the hazy realm between dreams and reality, a sudden poke to your cheeks jolts you awake. A sense of disorientation washes over you as your eyes flutter open, struggling to adjust to the dim light.

Awareness slowly seeps back into your consciousness, and the weight of someone on the bed beside you catches your attention. Panic surges through you, your heart pounding in your chest as you expect the worst.

To your utter shock and disbelief, Dazai looms over you, his gaze penetrating and intense, locking onto yours with an unwavering focus.

“What the fuck... Dazai...?”

His touch is feather-light as he tenderly lifts your chin, his movements deliberate and filled with a quiet urgency.

“What are you doing? Get off me—”

Your heart pounds erratically as Dazai leans in, his presence overwhelming in its closeness.

His lips brush against yours, a soft caress. Instinctively, you try to push him away, a swirl of emotions within you— confusion, anger, and a deep, lingering hurt.

But Dazai is relentless, his kiss deepening with a desperate fervor that takes you by surprise. His hand gently cradles your cheek, his touch both tender and commanding, as if he refuses to let you slip away again.

Tears well up in your eyes, spilling over and tracing a path down your cheek—a silent testament to the pain and betrayal you've felt. How could he be so cruel, to play with your emotions like this? The bitterness threatens to choke you, but beneath it all lies a yearning, a longing for the closeness you once shared before things took a turn for the worse.

Closing your eyes, you surrender to the kiss, the taste of him mingling with the saltiness of your tears. It's a tumultuous dance of emotions— resistance giving way to a tentative acceptance, hurt mingling with a flicker of reluctant desire.

In this suspended moment, time seems to stand still, the world around you fading into insignificance as you lose yourself in the sensation of his lips against yours.

The air is heavy with the sound of your breaths catching, each inhale and exhale a testament to the intensity of the moment.

Dazai's arms wrap around your frame, pulling you close until you feel the comforting warmth of his embrace. His face nestles against the crook of your neck, his breath gentle against your skin.

You can feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

His touch is tender yet firm as his hand traces a path down your back, fingertips brushing over the delicate fabric of your yukata.

The sensation sends a wave of tingling warmth through you, contrasting with the uncertainty and pain that have marked your recent encounters.

With a soft touch, his fingers come to rest on the obijime, the small details of your attire catching his attention.

His voice, barely above a whisper, reaches your ears like a gentle breeze as he murmurs an apology.

What a stupid dream... Dazai would never do this, you think, torn between the longing for his sincerity and the bitter reality of what happened during the festival.

Yet, as he withdraws slightly only to lean in again, his lips find yours in a kiss filled with apologies unvoiced but deeply felt.

In that moment, lost in the warmth of his embrace and the tender press of his lips, you cling to a fragile thread of hope. Perhaps, there's a chance for a different ending this time.

Morning light filters through the curtains and you slowly awaken from a restless sleep. Sitting up in bed, you become aware of the soft fabric of your yukata still draped around you.

Ah, right...

I wasn't able to change my clothes last night...

Blinking several times, you feel the weight of exhaustion in your limbs, your eyes swollen and puffy from crying all throughout the night.

Memories of what happened at the Yamashita Park with Dazai flood your mind, causing your heart to ache again. 

But as you recall the stupid dream where Dazai came to apologize and kiss you, embarrassment washes over you.

What the fuck!

Stupid Dazai is still messing with me even in my dreams...

The audacity of that heartless bastard, invading even in your dreams, fills you with shame as you recoil inwardly.

“Fucking merciless, Dazai.” you mutter under your breath.

Well, whatever! New day, new me!

Forget that stupid Dazai and move on, [Your name].

I deserve better... right.

I deserve better.

Someone like...

Curse my foolish mind, you chide yourself silently, as Chuuya's face flashes in your mind. 

Heat floods your cheeks at the mere thought of him, catching you off guard in the midst of your inner turmoil.

Frantically, you wave your hand in the air, as if physically trying to dispel the image from your mind.

No way! No way!

You close your eyes tightly, willing the intrusive thoughts to vanish into the abyss of your subconscious.

Chuuya-kun is my dear friend. An important person. A family. Nothing more!

In a desperate bid to regain control, you take a deep, steadying breath, trying to anchor yourself in the present moment.

Pushing aside the embarrassing thoughts, you rise from bed, the yukata slipping off your shoulders as you prepare to shower.

Removing your yukata, you notice the absence of the obijime, but quickly dismiss it as a minor inconvenience, assuming it must have slipped from your obi.

Fresh and rejuvenated after the shower, you quickly change into your work attire and head out of the room.

You stand in front of the elevator, the soft hum signaling its imminent arrival.

The doors slide open, revealing Chuuya and Dazai inside, and a wave of apprehension washes over you.

Ah, fuck. Why now of all  times... Goddamn it.

You've heard of the saying that when you try to avoid someone, fate seems even more determined to throw them in your path. And today, it feels like fate is having a field day at your expense.

No matter how hard you try to steer clear, it's as if the universe is playing a cruel joke on you, purposefully orchestrating encounters with the very people you desperately wish to avoid.

Your gaze immediately locks onto Chuuya and Dazai, who stand side by side, their expressions etched with irritation.

Chuuya's usually smug features are drawn into a tight frown, his brows knitted in annoyance. His posture radiates a simmering intensity, as if barely contained fury pulses beneath his skin.

Beside him, Dazai cuts a figure of frustration, his jaw clenched tightly as he clutches a folder filled with papers.

His usually carefree and annoying demeanor is replaced by a sense of agitation, evident in the furrow of his brow and the tight set of his lips.

Instinctively, you almost take a step back, but you resist the urge to go back inside your room, determined not to show weakness especially in front of Dazai.

Right... new day, new me...

Their gaze meet yours, a mixture of surprise and disbelief evident in their expressions, but you remain nonchalant. As the automatic doors slide shut behind you, you make a deliberate effort to avoid their gaze.

You reach out and press the button for the ground floor. The silence between you is thick with tension as the elevator descends.

Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit  

No one dares to speak, each lost in their own thoughts, and the journey towards the ground floor feels seemingly endless.

Everything about this is so fucking awkward. Someone, please throw Dazai the fuck out of here!

Trying your best to ignore the weight of the atmosphere, you stand rigid, eyes fixed on the illuminated floor numbers above the door.

But just as you begin to resign yourself to the discomfort of the situation, you feel a pad of fingers, clad in gloves, reaching out to touch your hand at your side.

Your body stiffens in surprise and you instinctively tense up.

Chuuya-kun?

Chewing on your bottom lip, uncertainty grips you.

Should you pull away or pretend as if nothing happened?

Fuck, why am I always stuck with these two?!

The uncertainty casts a shadow over your senses as you stand frozen in place. With a shake of your head, you close your eyes, knowing all too well that the thoughts you've been desperately trying to push away about Chuuya this morning are creeping back to haunt you once more.

Finally, the doors slide open, and you almost trip over your own feet while stepping out, eager to escape the suffocating atmosphere of the elevator. As you walk away, you can still feel their eyes on your back, but you refuse to look back.

Stepping out of the Port Mafia building, the morning air embraces you, offering a momentary respite from the tension that lingers inside the elevator ride with Chuuya and Dazai.

A sleek black car glides to a stop in front of you, its tinted windows concealing the driver within.

Thank god. I'm getting out of here.

Without hesitation, you slide into the backseat, the soft leather welcoming you as you give the driver your destination: the city of Suribachi.

The engine hums to life, and the car pulls away from the curb, merging seamlessly into the flow of traffic.

It's early in the morning yet exhaustion weighs heavy upon your shoulders, leaving you drained both physically and emotionally.

Leaning your head against the cool glass of the window, you close your eyes, seeking comfort in the rhythmic motion of the car as it navigates the bustling streets.

The car slows to a stop at the outskirts of Suribachi and you step out onto the familiar streets.

You begin your descent down the winding path that leads to the heart of the city and stops as you stand before a small house, its exterior cloaked in layers of rust and tarpaulins.

Taking a deep breath, you raise your hand and firmly knock on the old wooden door, the sound echoing through the quiet street.

After a moment, the door creaks open. Framed in the doorway, stands your mother, her eyes alight with joy and relief at the sight of you.

A smile lights up her entire face and she reaches out and pulls you into a tight embrace, enveloping you in the familiar warmth of her love. “[Your name]!”

Holding onto each other, your worries and cares of the outside world melt away, replaced by the simple comfort of being home. “Mom... I miss you so much...”

After the initial embrace, your mother pulls away, her hands still clasping yours as she leads you across the threshold and into the cozy warmth of the house.

Your eyes sweep over the familiar surroundings and in the corner of the room, your father sits on an old, worn chair, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiles warmly at you.

There's a hint of hesitation in your steps as you approach him, uncertainty intertwined with the overwhelming rush of emotions that flood your senses. But as you draw closer, you reach out, wrapping your arms around him in a hesitant embrace. “Dad!”

As the conversation with your parents unfolds, the passage of time becomes a distant concern, lost amidst the warmth and familiarity of their company.

You find yourself sharing details of your job, recounting the challenges and triumphs of your everyday life, and even delving into stories about the friends you've made along the way.

Laughter mingles with the soft hum of conversation, fills the stench air with a sense of joy and contentment.

But when you mention Dazai, a soft chuckle escapes your mother's lips, her eyes twinkling with amusement as she reaches out to pat your head affectionately.

It's a small gesture, but one that speaks volumes, a silent acknowledgment of the role that Dazai plays in your life and the countless stories that revolve around him.

Surrounded by the love of your parents and the memories of a lifetime, you can't help but smile, grateful for the opportunity to share this precious time together.

And as the evening wears on and the shadows lengthen, you rise from your seat with a somber look on your face.

Your mother's gaze follows you with a quiet understanding. There's a soft smile on her face as she reaches out, gently clasping your hand in hers— a silent gesture of support and reassurance.

Turning to her husband, she nods her head in a subtle signal. Your father retrieves something from his pocket—a piece of paper—and offers it to you.

Intrigued, you unfold the paper, your eyes scanning the carefully scrawled handwriting that adorns its surface.

Your breath catches in your throat as you take in the words.

Outlined before you are detailed plans for creating a life together, each step meticulously mapped out with care and consideration.

And at the center of it all is the name of your ability: Preludes and Nocturnes.

With trembling hands, you fold the paper and hold it close to your heart. “What is this...?”

Your mother's smile is tinged with sadness as she gently explains the truth behind the paper you hold in your trembling hands.

Her words weigh heavily on your heart as she reveals that the paper came from an old man who owned the Book— the very Book from which you were born, its pages filled with the words that brought you into existence.

Tears well in her eyes as she asks for your forgiveness, confessing that she had kept this secret from you for so long. Beside her, your father stands with a solemn expression, his hand clasping yours in a silent plea for understanding. His voice trembles as he adds his own apology, acknowledging the gravity of their actions.

Confusion swirls within you as you struggle to comprehend the magnitude of their confession. Tears started to stream down your cheeks as you grapple with the weight of their words.

In a sudden rush of realization, your eyes widen as the pieces of the puzzle fall into place. You wrench your hand from their grasp and stumble backward, your feet carrying you to the door of your father's room.

You push the door open, the creak of hinges echoing in the silence of the room. And there, laid bare before you, is a sight that chills you to the core— a pile of bones.

Shock courses through you as you take in the gruesome scene before you, the truth of your origins laid bare in the most horrifying of ways.

With a strangled cry, you reel back in horror.

“Dad... Dad... don't tell me...!” The words catch in your throat, choked with emotion as you whirl around to face your father, your eyes swimming with tears.

A wave of anguish and disbelief washes over you, threatening to drown you in its overwhelming tide.

“I'm so sorry, [Your name].” your father's voice trembles with emotion, cracking under the weight of his remorse. “It's been years already... I was just waiting for you to come home.”

The world spins out of control, your reality shattered beyond repair.

You shake your head vigorously, your movements frantic and desperate. “No.. No... I will not do it.. No, Dad. No...!” you protest, your voice trembling with defiance.

Each word is a plea, a fervent refusal to accept the truth of the situation.

Your mother's sad smile is tinged with tears as she gazes at you, her expression a mix of love and sorrow. “Free us, [Your name],” she whispers.

Your father nods solemnly, his hand intertwined with hers. His grip tightening on your mother's hand as if seeking solace in her touch.

The impact of their words hits you like a tidal wave, threatening to overwhelm you completely. You sink to your knees, tears flowing freely.

Your parents approach you, their steps heavy with sorrow and resignation. They crouch down beside you, enveloping your trembling form in a comforting embrace. Their arms encircle you, drawing you close.

“I'm suffering from an illness,” your father's voice is soft. “And I'm going to die either way, with or without you forcing me to use my ability.” His words hang heavy in the air, each syllable a painful reminder of the inevitability of his fate.

“It's not your fault,” your mother's voice is gentle. “Don't blame yourself, [Your name].” she adds, her fingers gently wiping away the tears that stain your cheeks.

Your father's eyes, filled with a mix of pride and relief, meet yours, his smile carrying a weight of emotions. “I'm just glad that you decided to come back home and face me despite everything,” he says, his voice laced with gratitude. “I know you still didn't forgive me because of what happened to your mother.”

“No, Dad... I forgive you... I've already forgiven you...”

A sense of tranquility descends upon the room as your father closes his eyes, a contented smile gracing his features. “I'm glad to hear that,” he murmurs, his voice filled with warmth. “I love you, [Your name].”

Your mother smile at you, her love shining bright in her eyes. “I love you, [Your name].”

Tears of gratitude streams down your cheeks and you open your mouth to respond, a sweet smile gracing your lips. “I love you too, Mom, Dad.”

You feel a presence at your back, a sensation that makes you whip your head around in surprise. To your disbelief, you come face to face with Dazai, standing just inside the threshold of your house.

A chill runs down your spine as you realize you hadn't noticed him enter.

“Dazai...?”

Your mom, noticing your reaction, smiles warmly at Dazai and says, “I'll leave my daughter to you, Dazai.” Your dad nods in agreement, silently affirming her words.

Dazai blinks twice. He offers a small, reassuring smile and nods in acknowledgment of your parents' trust.

Leaning closer, he whispers into your ear, his voice a soft murmur, “I'm going to nullify them, [Your name]-chan.” You lower your head, feeling a mix of apprehension and reluctant acceptance. With a hesitant nod, you silently convey your consent.

Dazai sighs softly, his touch gentle as he places his hand over yours, which is already intertwined with your parents'.

An intense brightness floods the room, emanating from Dazai's touch. It's a brilliant blue light that expands rapidly, enveloping everything in its path.

You feel the weight of your parents' embrace around you dissipating, their presence fading into the comforting glow. As the light surrounds you, a sense of peace washes over, mingled with a bittersweet farewell.

When you finally muster the courage to open your eyes, the world around you is bathed in an eerie crimson hue.

Blood drips down your cheeks, staining your vision with its dark, crimson trails. You bring a trembling hand to your face, feeling the wet warmth of the blood against your skin.

Dazai reaches out slowly, his hand trembling slightly as he extends it toward your face. You sit there, tense and unsure, but you don't pull away. His touch is tentative at first, his fingers brushing lightly against your cheek, then more firmly as he cups your face.

You avoid meeting his gaze, keeping your eyes fixed on the ground, unable to confront the flood of emotions churning within you. The room is silent except for the faint sound of his breath and the soft rustle of fabric.

He wipes away the blood with slow, deliberate movements, his hands warm against your skin. As he finishes, he withdraws his hand, the weight of his touch lingering on your face.

You want to ask him what he's doing here but decide not to. He's Dazai, after all. He knows everything.

Weeks pass by, and the tension between you, Chuuya, and Dazai remains evident. They notice your withdrawn demeanor, and sometimes you catch Chuuya's searching gaze, silently questioning if he's somehow at fault.

Each time, you avert your eyes, unable to face the uncertainty and the unresolved emotions.

During missions, you throw yourself into your responsibilities, using them as a distraction to avoid the awkwardness and the unspoken tension.

Early September brings lingering summer heat to Yokohama, the city still bathed in warm colors under the late afternoon sun.

On your way to the Port Mafia headquarters, a distinctive reddish-black motorcycle suddenly halts before you, bringing you to a stop.

The man with striking orange hair removes his helmet, revealing Chuuya's familiar smirk. His presence catches you off guard, and you blink in surprise.

“You're busy?” he asks casually, breaking the silence that has hung between you for too long.

You shake your head slightly, clearing your thoughts before responding, “I just got back from my missions.”

Chuuya nods understandingly, then gestures with his head toward the motorcycle. “Hop on.”

His offer is unexpected yet somehow reassuring. Without another word, you step closer and swing a leg over the motorcycle, settling behind Chuuya. As you hold onto him, the engine revs to life, and you feel the steady hum of the machine beneath you.

The wind whips past, carrying away some of the heaviness that has weighed on your shoulders. For the first time in weeks, there's a tentative sense of ease in Chuuya's presence, a silent understanding.

As the motorcycle moves forward, leaving the city streets behind, you can't help but wonder if this unexpected ride might mark the beginning of bridging the gaps between you, Chuuya, and perhaps even Dazai.

You sit at Cafe Elliott Avenue in 18 Yamashitacho, Naka-Ku, Yokohama, your fingers fidgeting nervously on the tablecloth as you wait for your orders to arrive. Chuuya leans forward, resting his chin on his hand, his intense gaze fixed on you.

You try to distract yourself by glancing around the cozy cafe, but Chuuya's presence is overwhelming, drawing your attention back to him.

He notices your attempt to avoid his gaze and reaches out, gently poking your cheek with his finger.

Startled, you jump slightly and turn to him with a questioning look.

Chuuya chuckles softly, his warm eyes reassuring as he says, “You don't have to be nervous or anything. I'm not going to ask you about what happened back then, with you and that stupid bastard.”

Relief floods through you at his understanding words, and you manage a smile, nodding in gratitude. Just then, your orders arrive, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and pastries filling the air.

Chuuya casually starts a conversation, easing the tension further. You find yourself happily engaging with him, sharing stories about your recent missions between bites of food.

He asks about your latest assignment, genuine curiosity in his voice, and you eagerly recount the details, losing track of time in the comfort of his company.

As you talk, you realize how much you've missed these discussions with Chuuya, the effortless connection and shared understanding reigniting a sense of closeness you thought might have been lost.

The cafe buzzes with quiet chatter and the clinking of cutlery, but for you, the world narrows down to this table and the familiar presence across from you. It's a moment of reconnecting, of bridging the gap that had grown between you.

As the afternoon sun filters through the cafe windows, casting a golden hue over everything, you savor this unexpected moment of peace and connection with Chuuya, grateful for the chance to rebuild what had once felt uncertain.

The background chatter of the café is interrupted by a sudden loud thud against the glass near your table. You startle in your seat, turning swiftly to locate the source of the noise.

Your breath catches as you see Dazai, his face and hands pressed against the glass, watching you and Chuuya with an inscrutable smile.

Chuuya clicks his tongue in annoyance, muttering under his breath, “Shitty Dazai.”

Dazai pulls away from the glass and strides towards the entrance, making his way to your table. He grabs a nearby chair and settles beside you, draping his arm over the back of your chair.

He glances between you and Chuuya before addressing you directly, his voice smooth and teasing, “I was looking for you. The boss is asking for your whereabouts since you're expected to deliver your mission reports today, [Your name]-chan. And here you are, having a date with Chuuya.” His chuckle resonates deeply in the quiet moment.

Your heart races with a mix of surprise and apprehension, unsure of how to respond to his unexpected appearance and teasing remarks.

Chuuya's expression tightens slightly, his gaze flickering between you and Dazai.

Dazai leans in close, his face mere inches from yours, causing you to flinch instinctively. His gaze, a mix of mischief and curiosity, contrasts sharply with the playful smirk on his lips and the seriousness in his tone.

“Are you neglecting your duties, [Your name]-chan?” he asks, his voice low and teasing. “If so, I'll have to tell the boss.”

Before you can respond, Dazai leans back, his grin widening as he leans casually against the table. “Nah. I'm kidding, I'm kidding.” he declares, his voice laced with amusement.

Delving into his pockets, he retrieves something and slides it across the table towards you. Your eyes widen in shock as you recognize it instantly— the obijime you thought lost during the summer festival last July.

Before you can fully process, Dazai leans closer, his arm wrapping around your shoulders. “I was about to put it back on your yukata, but you fell asleep! Geez.” he chides playfully.

Realization dawns slowly, memories flooding back of that night when Dazai had visited your room and kissed you.

You had dismissed it as a dream, convincing yourself it couldn't possibly be real.

No way... No way...!

It was all a dream. A stupid dream. Nothing more...

Yet here he is, touching your cheek gently, forcing you to meet his gaze. “By the way...”

His eyes gleam with a mix of mischief and something deeper, a hint of condescension dancing on his lips as he remarks, “You're such a sloppy kisser, [Your name]-chan. I was genuinely surprised.”

“But don't worry,” he continues smoothly, “I'll teach you how to kiss me properly.”

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The sound of your heartbeat thunders in your ears, each pulse loud enough to drown out everything else. Your chest tightens as you feel the heat crawling up your neck, spreading across your cheeks like wildfire. Your mouth parts slightly, stunned and at a loss for words. Instinct takes over before logic does—your hands shoot out, shoving Dazai away with more force than necessary, and you abruptly stand. The chair scrapes against the floor, the noise grating and awkward.

Across from you, Chuuya sits. His sharp blue eyes flick up to meet yours, his expression a mask of indifference, but the slight quirk of his brow betrays his curiosity.

“Umm,” you stammer as you try to steady yourself, but no coherent words follow.

Dazai's laughter bursts through the cozy café like an unexpected gust of wind, shattering the peace of the quiet corner you'd chosen. His head tilts back, dark brown eyes shimmering with amusement as his chuckles evolve into an uncontrollable fit. “Hahahaha! [Your name]-chan's face is as red as a tomato!”

His teasing lilt only makes the heat crawling up your neck worse. Your face is undoubtedly matching the scarlet hue of his exaggeration, but his loud declarations certainly aren't helping.

You whip your head toward him, glaring through your flustered haze. “Shut the hell up!” you bark, though the quiver in your voice betrays the embarrassment simmering under your attempt at bravado.

Dazai leans forward, resting his chin on one hand while a smirk tugs at his lips. “My, my! Did I strike a nerve? How adorable.”

Gritting your teeth, you spin on your heel, intent on storming out of the café to escape his relentless teasing. But just as you're about to bolt, a firm hand encircles your wrist, halting your movement.

“Oh? Where do you think you're going?” Dazai's grip tightens ever so slightly. “How rude of you to leave me all alone when we're not done talking.”

You hiss in frustration, attempting to yank your arm free, but his hold remains steady, a maddening combination of stubbornness and amusement. “Let go of me, Dazai!”

“No, no! Not until—”

“That's enough.”

The calm yet incisive voice cuts through the tension like a knife. Both you and Dazai turn in the direction of the sound, finding Chuuya with his arms crossed, his expression one of clear annoyance. “Let's go back already, [Your name].”

Dazai's face lights up, his mischief undeterred. “Let's go!” he chirps, clearly enjoying the moment.

“Shut up, shitty Dazai.” Chuuya mutters, pushing past him as he strides toward the door. His clipped tone suggests he's had enough of the antics.

Trailing behind Chuuya, you find yourself reluctantly walking beside Dazai, his presence as irritating as ever. He chatters on about something irrelevant, his voice blending into the hum of background noise you can't fully tune out.

Your thoughts, however, are far from the present. Fragmented memories swirl in your mind—his lips on yours, the quiet apology that followed, and the swirling confusion it left behind. It replays vividly, too vividly, leaving you grappling with the warmth in your chest, a warmth you stubbornly refuse to acknowledge.

Dazai suddenly halts mid-step, and before you can react, his hand grabs the edge of your coat, tugging just enough to stop you. Startled, you whirl around, your brows furrowing in irritation.

Your eyes meet his, and for a fleeting moment, there's a crack in his usual playful mask. His gaze holds a strange softness, a depth that seems to tug at emotions you're trying to bury.

“It's not a dream.” he says casually. His eyes, however, betray the weight of his words—they're heavy, probing, as if peeling back the layers of your thoughts.

Heat rushes to your face again, and you quickly scowl, hardening your expression to mask the turmoil inside. “I didn't give you permission to kiss me!”

Dazai's lips curl into an infuriating smirk, the teasing glint in his eyes returning. “Eh, but you liked it,” he drawls, his tone maddeningly smug. He leans closer, as if daring you to deny it. “You even responded eagerly to the kiss.”

Your fists clench at your sides, nails digging into your palms as you fight the urge to smack the smirk off his face. The warmth in your chest stirs again, unbidden and traitorous, and you grit your teeth.

“Screw you, Dazai.” you hiss, storming off to catch up with Chuuya.

Dazai presses his lips into a playful pout, quickly matching your stride.

By the time the three of you arrive at the Port Mafia headquarters, you're mentally drained. The first order of business is to report on your missions to Mori. You recount the details with precision, handing him the neatly compiled accomplishment reports.

Mori listens attentively, nodding in satisfaction as he flips through the pages. “Impressive work, [Your name]-kun,” he says with a faint smile. “As always, you've exceeded expectations.”

A small sense of pride blooms in your chest as you exit his office, a smile tugging at your lips.

That smile is short-lived, however. The moment you step into the hallway, you spot Dazai and Chuuya locked in their usual bickering.

“Oh, really now, Chuuya?” Dazai's tone is unmistakably smug, his head tilted at that infuriating angle that oozes mockery.

Chuuya crosses his arms, his grin sharp and mocking. “Yeah, you got that right, shitty Dazai. Brag about that stupid summer kiss all you want, but I was [Your name]'s first kiss.”

Dazai's expression shifts, his brow furrowing ever so slightly. “It wasn't [Your name]-chan but her ability, Preludes and Nocturnes,” he counters. “So technically, it doesn't count.”

Chuuya raises a brow, his voice dripping with disbelief. “You're as delusional as ever, you damn idiot.”

“And you're hopeless.” Dazai retorts, waving him off with an air of dismissal.

Their heated glares clash, but both fall silent as you approach. The weight of your unimpressed look freezes them in their tracks.

“Idiots.” you mutter as you brush past thems without slowing.

Behind you, their bickering resumes, their voices following you like an unwanted echo. You quicken your pace, determined to leave their nonsense—and the confusing emotions swirling within you—far behind.

You make it to your room, and before Dazai can open his mouth, you slam the door in his face, the sound of it hitting the frame echoing in the silence. The bed creaks slightly as you throw yourself onto it, arms spread wide, eyes fixed on the blank canvas of the ceiling.

But the memory of the kiss surfaces without warning, a vivid, unwelcome replay that sets your face ablaze. You grab a pillow and bury your face into it, muffling a frustrated scream.

“Damn it...” you mutter through gritted teeth, clenching your fists against the pillow. You shut your eyes tight, willing yourself to forget, to push the memory away, but it clings like a stubborn shadow.

Eventually, the exhaustion catches up with you, and your body gives in to sleep. The soft sensation of warm breath grazing your cheek pulls you from the depths of slumber. Your lashes flutter open, and a tickle on your nose—soft strands of hair—makes your heart stutter.

Your eyes snap wide.

Dazai.

His sleeping form is sprawled beside you, one arm lazily draped across his chest. The sight steals your breath, and your face flushes furiously. Briefly, you simply stare, your mind a storm of disbelief and embarrassment.

The darkness outside your window cloaks Yokohama in silence, save for the steady rhythm of Dazai's breathing. You inch closer, your gaze drawn to his serene face despite yourself.

A stray lock of hair rests awkwardly across his forehead. Your fingers twitch as you hesitate, then slowly reach out, brushing the strand behind his ear with a featherlight touch.

You freeze when his eyes flutter open, sharp and calculating even through the haze of feigned drowsiness.

He was awake.

A lazy grin spreads across his face, charming and disarming in equal measure. Your heart stumbles, but you stamp down the feeling.

“You really know how to push my buttons, don't you?” you snap, pulling your hand back as though it's been burned.

Dazai's grin widens, as if your irritation is exactly the reaction he was aiming for. “Geez, why so cranky?” he drawls.

You roll your eyes, exasperation tightening your jaw, but just as you're about to retort, Dazai moves. With a languid grace, he sits up, leaning forward until his arms rest on either side of your head, trapping you beneath him.

Your breath catches as you meet his gaze. “....What are you doing?”

Dazai smirks, leaning closer until the warmth of his presence seeps into your skin. “I told you earlier, didn't I? I'll teach you how to kiss me properly.”

Your eyes widen, and heat rushes to your face, painting it an undeniable shade of crimson.

His chuckle is soft and tantalizing, his breath brushing against your skin. “Oh, my! I was expecting a slap or a punch,” he teases, his tone tinged with mock surprise. “Do you actually want me to teach you?”

Determined to regain control, you reach up to shove his face away, but his hand catches yours mid-motion. His grip is firm but not painful, pinning your hand down as his smirk deepens.

“Dazai—” you begin, but the words die in your throat as his lips descend on yours.

His kiss is warm, unexpectedly soft. Your heart pounds wildly in your chest, the sound almost deafening in your ears. Dazai's lips move gently against yours, coaxing you, silently urging a response.

You squeeze your eyes shut, hesitation building within you before you tentatively kiss him back. Your hands tremble, your uncertainty evident, but Dazai's smile against your lips is reassuring and maddening all at once. He deepens the kiss, his movements slow and deliberate, savoring each moment as if savoring your resolve crumbling.

He pulls back briefly, giving you a moment to breathe before his lips claim yours again, this time more insistent, yet still measured. The rhythm he sets alternates between giving you space and drawing you back in, like a tide you can't resist.

When he finally pulls away, your chest heaves as you struggle to steady your breathing. His eyes trace over your flushed cheeks and slightly parted lips with a smug satisfaction.

“That wasn't so bad, was it?” he says softly, his voice carrying a tender edge as he places a hand on your cheek, his thumb brushing along your skin as it traces a gentle path.

Unable to meet his gaze, you turn your head away, your embarrassment clear. But Dazai isn't one to let you escape so easily. He hooks a finger beneath your chin, tilting your face up to meet his eyes, his expression inscrutable yet strangely intimate.

“Dazai—” you begin again, but your protest is swallowed as he leans down once more, capturing your lips in another kiss.

This time, the hesitation melts away as a frustrated groan escapes your lips. You loop your arms around his neck, pulling him closer in surrender, and his chuckle vibrates against your mouth.

Dazai hums a soft melody under his breath, his fingers casually intertwined with yours as he swings your hand back and forth. The rhythm of his steps is easy, almost carefree, but your mind is elsewhere, lost in the haze of your thoughts.

The soft breeze brushes past, carrying with it the scent of the evening. You glance at him briefly, still caught in your own head. Dazai notices the shift and looks sideways at you. “Hey, [Your name]-chan... do you remember what I said before?” he asks suddenly.

You blink, snapping out of your thoughts. “About what?”

Dazai winks at you, his smirk curling up one corner of his mouth. He motions as if there's an invisible screen in front of you, his finger pointing toward it with a casual flick. You raise an eyebrow in confusion, unsure of what's happening, but your attention sharpens as a scene begins to play out.

It's four years ago, and on the screen, a younger Dazai grins mischievously, a look of amusement lighting up his eyes as he watches your reaction. “Mori-san,” he says, his voice holding that familiar taunt. “We had a deal for a week that she'll be under my command. It was my plan to spend the night there.”

You're there, younger too, your face full of eagerness as you nod your head. The memory feels strange, like a dream. The screen flickers, and Dazai continues, his tone shifting slightly with that characteristic, playful arrogance. “Nothing more. Besides,” he glances sideways at the screen, a suggestive smirk dancing across his lips, “[Your name]-chan and I are too young to be involved in such romantic acts. Maybe if we're at least eighteen then—”

Your mouth falls open in surprise, a familiar rush of warmth spreading across your face. You stare at the screen for a moment, the image of Dazai, younger than you now, feeling distant yet painfully clear.

Slowly, you turn to Dazai beside you, the connection between the past and present searing in your mind.

His grip tightens on your hand, the pressure grounding you back in the moment. He steps closer, his breath warm against your ear as he whispers, “I've waited four years for this moment. So don't you dare ruin it with that stupid pride of yours.”

You freeze for a beat, the weight of his words sinking in. The vulnerability in his voice is so unlike the usual teasing Dazai, and it throws you off balance. But your shock quickly morphs into something colder, something more defensive. You glare at him, your voice low but biting. “Then, you stop acting like an asshole.”

Dazai merely shrugs, his smirk never wavering. “I'm completely gentle when it comes to you, [Your name]-chan!” he quips.

Your eyes narrow in disbelief. “Gentle? Which part?” you mutter under your breath, but it's not entirely a question—more a way to ground yourself in something that feels more real, more tangible.

The salty air from the port wraps around you, the scent of the ocean mingling with the distant hum of waves and the faint glow of lights from nearby cruise ships. Dazai suddenly halts, his coat billowing slightly with the motion, and you instinctively slow to match his pace.

You look up at him, brows furrowing in curiosity, the question lingering in your gaze.

Dazai turns toward you, his expression unreadable but his gaze steady. His hand slides gently behind your neck, fingers cool yet firm against your skin, and in an instant, his lips meet yours. Your eyes widen in shock, heat rushing to your cheeks.

What the hell? The thought blares in your mind as your heart pounds erratically. This guy has been kissing me way too much since last night!

He pulls back just enough for your lips to still brush together, the closeness stealing your breath. You push his face away with a flustered shove of your hands, your face burning as you scowl at him.

“We're in public!” you hiss, your voice tinged with equal parts embarrassment and indignation.

Dazai simply grins, utterly unbothered, and sticks his tongue out playfully. Without missing a beat, he resumes walking, tugging you along by the hand as if nothing had happened.

“Hey, are you even listening?” you call after him.

He only chuckles in response, his hand tightening as he leads you forward, leaving you to glare at his back.

Not far off, Chuuya strides purposefully toward Mori's office, his long black coat draped over his shoulders, flaring with every step after wrapping up a successful mission. He's mid-thought when a scene a short distance ahead catches his eye, and he stops abruptly.

It's you. And Dazai.

His lips press into a thin line as he takes in the sight: your hand brushing against Dazai's face, gently sweeping stray strands of hair away from his eyes. The intimacy of the gesture sends a sharp pang through Chuuya's chest, though he masks it with a harsh exhale.

Forcing his legs to move again, he approaches, his footsteps faintly echoing in the corridor.

You hear him before you see him, and your head turns instinctively. Your face brightens with a smile when you spot him.

“Chuuya-kun!” you greet warmly.

Dazai turns too, but his expression twists into exaggerated disgust the moment he lays eyes on Chuuya. “Ugh.”

The sentiment is mutual, as Chuuya's narrowed eyes glint with irritation.

“Can't go a day without being all over each other, huh?” Chuuya quips, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he almost rolls his eyes.

You immediately pull away from Dazai, heat rising to your face in mortification. Meanwhile, Dazai looks entirely too pleased, flashing Chuuya a thumbs up and a smug grin.

“You got that right, Chuuya!” Dazai replies, nodding in feigned satisfaction.

Chuuya's jaw clenches, his fists balling at his sides as he glares at Dazai, clearly ready to fire back. But Dazai doesn't give him the chance.

With an arm looped around your shoulders, he spins you around and starts walking away, practically dragging you with him.

“Wait—!” you protest, but your words are cut short as he quickens his pace, leaving Chuuya behind with a scoff of frustration.

Over the months, this dynamic becomes your new normal. Nights spent wandering the streets of Yokohama with Dazai, talking about everything and anything. Days spent dodging his spontaneous displays of affection in public, your protests falling on deaf ears as he continues to kiss you whenever he pleases.

Sometimes, he takes you to his place, where the intimacy grows heavier—his kisses deeper, his touch lingering. You still don't know what to call this relationship, what label would fit the unpredictable connection you share with him. But truthfully, you don't mind.

Dazai's actions speak volumes, more than any words he might offer. In his gestures, his smiles, and the rare moments of vulnerability, you find yourself falling deeper into the gravity of his world.

Mori notices, of course. He starts sending you on missions alone, citing the distraction Dazai seems to pose. Occasionally, you're paired with Chuuya, who never misses an opportunity to grumble about Dazai's antics.

When you're away, Dazai spends his time with Oda Sakunosuke and Sakaguchi Ango at Bar Lupin, though his thoughts often wander to you.

And despite the chaos, you cherish the time you share with him—the laughter, the teasing, the quiet moments when his walls crumble, revealing a side of him only you seem to see.

The park is cloaked in shadows, the air heavy with the cool stillness of the night. A faint mist lingers, curling around your ankles as it glows softly under the distant streetlights. The quiet crunch of gravel beneath your shoes echoes with every step, a lonely rhythm against the muted world around you. You cross your arms tightly against the chill, your breath visible in the cold air.

“What are we doing here, Dazai?” you mutter, narrowing your eyes at him.

Dazai's lips curl into his usual mischievous grin, a finger pressed to his lips in a silent plea for patience. The glint in his eyes suggests he's up to something, as always, and it only fuels your growing frustration.

You glance at your watch and bite back a sigh. “You know there's a meeting in ten minutes, right? Sneaking out wasn't exactly—”

He waves a hand dismissively, cutting you off mid-sentence. “Relax, my dear [Your name]-chan. All work and no play makes life dreadfully boring, don't you think?”

Before you can retort, a thunderous explosion shatters the silence. Your heart leaps as you instinctively whip around toward the sound, eyes scanning the horizon.

The sky blooms with light. Golden sparks erupt into cascading reds and blues, each burst scattering vivid trails that shimmer like falling stars. The mist catches the colors, transforming into an ethereal haze.

“What the—?”

Dazai tilts his head, his grin softening as he watches your reaction. “Yokohama Sparkling Twilight.” he murmurs, as if explaining a secret.

Your gaze flickers to him, catching the faint glimmer of satisfaction in his expression. It's fleeting, but enough to make your chest tighten unexpectedly. “Oh.” you manage, your voice quieter now as your attention drifts back to the fireworks.

The sky continues to bloom with color, each explosion painting the night in fleeting brilliance. Without realizing it, your hand drifts toward his. His fingers twitch slightly at the contact before closing around yours in a reassuring squeeze.

You glance at him, deadpan. “Hey, Dazai.”

“Hmm?” He tilts his head, the picture of curiosity.

Your brow arches as you fix him with a knowing look. “Remember last year? You kissed me for the first time just because Chuuya-kun was watching. You're such an ass, aren't you?”

His brows lift, and then he pouts dramatically, his shoulders slumping as he looks away. “That's ancient history! I apologized, didn't I? You really have a knack for holding grudges!”

You roll your eyes, though a faint smirk tugs at your lips. “And you have a knack for being insufferable.”

Dazai opens his mouth for a retort, but pauses, his suspicion growing as he notices the mischievous glint in your eyes. Before he can react, your hands dart out, cupping his cheeks and squishing them between your palms.

“Wha—” he starts, but you cut him off, leaning in to kiss him.

For a moment, Dazai freezes, his eyes widening in genuine surprise. Then his arms slide around your waist, pulling you closer as he melts into the kiss. The warmth of his embrace is almost enough to chase away the chill of the night.

When you pull back, his expression is priceless—eyes wide, lips parted, and a faint red flush dusting his cheeks.

It's not every day Dazai Osamu gets caught off guard.

“Well,” he breathes, recovering quickly as his devilish grin returns. “That was unexpected. Should I be worried about Chuuya watching us again?”

You snort, shoving lightly at his chest, though his arms stay firmly around you. His laughter mingles with the crackle of fireworks above, the moment burning bright in the shadows of the night.

Chapter Text

The quiet murmur of voices fills the Port Mafia headquarters as you and Dazai step into the expansive meeting room. The dim overhead lights cast shadows that stretch across the walls, illuminating the polished surface of a grand, rectangular table that dominates the center of the space. The faint scent of cigarette smoke hangs in the air, mingling with the rich aroma of leather from the high-backed chairs that line the table.

To your relief, Mori is nowhere to be seen, likely still preoccupied with Elise. The tension in your shoulders eases slightly as you take in the sight of the gathered mafiosi. Nearly every seat is filled, their sharp eyes and stoic expressions betraying the weight of the organization's power. Conversations bubble softly, a low undercurrent of voices that hum through the room, only occasionally punctuated by a quiet chuckle or the clink of a glass.

At one end of the table sits Koyou, her graceful presence a sharp contrast to the dangerous glint in her eyes. Beside her is Chuuya, casually leaning back in his chair, his hat tilted slightly forward as though to shield his face from the overhead lights. His piercing blue eyes flick toward you and Dazai the moment you step inside.

Dazai strides toward the long table with his usual carefree confidence, his hand grazing your lower back to guide you. You both make your way to the opposite side of Chuuya, where a pair of empty chairs await.

Chuuya's eyes narrow slightly, his posture straightening as you approach. “You're late, [Your name].”

Dazai answers for you, a lazy grin on his face. “Not really, Chuuya. The boss isn't here yet, so technically, we're perfectly on time.” His voice carries an air of smug assurance as he slides into the chair beside yours, his long fingers drumming idly on the table.

Chuuya bristles, his glare darkening as he turns back to you. His sharp features soften just slightly as his gaze meets yours, though his irritation with Dazai remains evident.

You grin at him, taking your seat. The polished wood of the table is cool under your fingertips as you fidget absently, your fingers tracing faint circles on its surface. Chuuya notices immediately, his observant eyes flicking to your hands. Without hesitation, he reaches across the table, his hand covering yours. His grip is firm and steady, a quiet gesture of reassurance that makes your movements still.

Surprised, you glance at him, your eyes wide. His expression is unreadable, save for the faint crease between his brows, as though silently telling you to relax. Your initial surprise fades into a warm smile, and you give his hand a gentle squeeze in return.

The quiet exchange does not escape Dazai's notice. His dark eyes, alight with mischief moments ago, now harden as they focus on Chuuya's hand over yours. Without a single warning, he leans forward, his palm smacking down on top of Chuuya's hand with a loud slap that makes a few heads turn.

Chuuya startles, his glare snapping toward Dazai. “What the fuck?” he growls.

Dazai's grin widens, sharp and unapologetic. “Just keeping things fair, Chuuya.”

Your brows knit in confusion as you glance between the two men. Before you can intervene, Dazai presses his hand down harder on Chuuya's, forcing your own hand to dig painfully into the table beneath their combined weight.

“Ouch!” you exclaim, pulling your hand free and cradling it protectively.

Neither man seems fazed by your outburst. Their glares remain locked, a silent battle of wills playing out across the table. The tension crackles in the air, drawing the attention of Koyou, who sits at the opposite end. She sighs quietly, shaking her head with a faint, knowing smile as she observes the spectacle.

At last, the heavy sound of boots echoes through the room, silencing the low murmurs of conversation. Mori strides in, his presence commanding immediate attention. The mafiosi straighten in their seats, all eyes turning to him as the meeting begins in earnest.

Hours pass, and the weight of the meeting starts to wear on you. As Mori entertains Elise during the break, you suppress a yawn with the back of your hand. Your eyelids feel heavier with each passing second, and you let out a quiet sigh, struggling to keep your focus.

Dazai notices immediately. His lips curve into a small smile, softer than his usual smirk, and he gently guides your head to rest on his shoulder. You don't resist, letting your eyes flutter closed as his warmth lulls you into relaxation. One hand rests loosely on the table, the other slipping down to clasp his beneath the table, hidden from view. His fingers curl around yours, firm and comforting.

Chuuya shifts slightly. His eyes glance toward you, catching the subtle way you lean into Dazai. He quickly looks away, pretending not to notice. Yet, the slight tension in his shoulders betrays him.

Feigning nonchalance, Chuuya folds his arms and leans back in his chair, his expression neutral but his jaw tight.

As the meeting draws to a close, chairs scrape against the polished floors, the soft hum of conversations filling the room as mafiosi file out in an orderly fashion. You rise from your seat, smoothing your clothes, and glance toward Dazai, who stands with his usual nonchalance, his hands tucked casually into his pockets.

Just as you're about to leave with Chuuya trailing close behind, Mori's voice cuts through the subdued chatter.

“Dazai-kun.”

It's not loud, but it's sharp enough to halt everyone's movements for a moment. The boss's tone carries a weight that demands attention.

Dazai pauses mid-step, slowly turning his head with an arched brow, his lips curling into a lazy smile. “Yes, boss?”

Mori doesn't reply immediately, instead beckoning him closer with a slight tilt of his head. The room thins out as the remaining mafiosi take this as their cue to leave.

You and Chuuya exchange a glance, curiosity flickering in your expressions, but neither of you moves.

Dazai steps forward languidly, the soft click of his shoes against the floor the only sound. Mori's fingers tap against the table as he watches Dazai approach.

When Dazai is close enough, Mori's hand lingers on the thick folder before passing it to Dazai. The weight of the gesture is heavy, and for a moment, Dazai just stares at the file, his expression unreadable.

Then, with a small, almost imperceptible smirk, he takes it, tucking it under his arm without a word.

The next day, Dazai stands in front of you and Chuuya, his usual air of smug confidence ever-present. “Good news! Well, not really. We're going on a mission together.”

You perk up at his words, excitement bubbling within you. It's the first time the three of you are being sent on a mission as a team, and the prospect fills you with anticipation.

Chuuya, however, groans audibly, shooting Dazai a withering glare. “Of all people, I have to work with you?”

You sigh as their voices rise, insults flying back and forth, filling the air with sharp exchanges. You stand between them, trying to suppress a grin. Despite their bickering, you know they'll work flawlessly when the time comes.

And they do.

The mission unfolds like clockwork. Dazai's sharp mind cuts through every problem, his strategies precise and effective. Meanwhile, you and Chuuya move with coordinated efficiency, executing his plans with swift precision. The outcome is inevitable—a resounding success.

As the dust settles, Dazai stretches his arms wide, groaning theatrically. “Ah, nothing like a job well done!” he says, tilting his head back as if basking in invisible sunlight.

You and Chuuya remain still, staring at the aftermath before you. Blood pools around the lifeless bodies, painting a macabre scene that lingers in the dim light. A cold, heavy silence fills the air, broken only by the distant echo of dripping water.

By the time the three of you return to Yokohama, night has already draped the city in darkness. Fatigue settles on your shoulders, and when Dazai suggests staying at a nearby hotel, you and Chuuya agree without hesitation.

At the front desk, the receptionist offers a polite smile, her words freezing Chuuya in his tracks. “I'm sorry, but we only have one room left—and it's a single, but it has a king-sized bed.”

Chuuya's lips part in disbelief. “You've got to be kidding me.” he mutters, turning toward you and Dazai with wide eyes.

Dazai blinks at the receptionist, then at Chuuya. His lips curl into a sly smile. “No problem, Chuuya. You can go back to headquarters, and [Your name]-chan and I will take the room. Sweet dreams!”

The veins in Chuuya's temple visibly twitch. “You've got some nerve, you bastard!”

The argument that follows is loud enough to draw a few curious glances from the lobby staff. You pinch the bridge of your nose, silently wishing for the earth to swallow you whole.

In the end, Chuuya snatches the key from the receptionist with a huff. “Fine. But don't think I'm sharing the bed with him.” he growls, storming toward the elevator.

The room is spacious but simple, the centerpiece a large king-sized bed with crisp white sheets. A wardrobe stands against one wall, and a door on the other side leads to the bathroom. Chuuya glances around, his irritation still simmering, before offering for you to use the bathroom first.

You shake your head. “I'll take too long. You go ahead.”

Chuuya doesn't argue further, disappearing into the bathroom with a muttered complaint.

When he finishes, steam billows out as he exits, his damp hair clinging to his forehead. He grabs his coat and mumbles something about getting food before slipping out the door.

Dazai, now standing near the bed, shrugs off his black coat and tosses it carelessly onto the mattress. You're distracted, rummaging through the wardrobe to inspect its contents. Suddenly, a hand grabs your wrist, yanking you backward.

“Dazai, what—!”

Your protest dies in a startled yelp as he pulls you into the bathroom with him, the door clicking shut behind you.

The sound of your heart pounds in your ears as you whirl around to face him, your cheeks burning. His grin is wide and devilish, his dark eyes gleaming with playful intent.

“What are you doing?!” you hiss.

Dazai leans down slightly, his proximity making your pulse quicken. “You seemed a little too focused,” he says, his voice dripping with mock innocence. “I thought I'd help you relax.”

“Relax?!” you sputter, glaring at him.

But Dazai just chuckles, clearly enjoying your flustered state. “Oh, don't worry, [Your name]-chan,” he says smoothly, raising a finger in the air as if punctuating his words for effect. “Chuuya went out to buy food and won't be back anytime soon. It's just the two of us now.”

“....”

The warm water envelops you both, a soothing contrast to the cool air of the hotel bathroom. The gentle splashing of the water and the faint sound of Dazai's breath in your ear are the only noises that fill the space. Dazai's fingers thread through your hair with slow movements, twirling the strands around his fingertips as though savoring every moment of touch.

You lean back into his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing. The heat of his body presses against yours, bare skin meeting bare skin. Your head rests lightly on his shoulder, and you can feel the faint beat of his heart against your back, syncing with your own as the moments stretch out like an eternity.

The exhaustion from the mission begins to seep deep into your bones, a weight that is soothed by his touch. His hand, warm and steady, moves to the back of your neck, tracing gentle, deliberate circles. Each motion is tender, almost reverent, as if he's trying to memorize the feel of you beneath his fingertips. His touch lingers, trailing down to your shoulder and then your arm, the gentle graze of his skin against yours leaving a warm trail in its wake. It feels like a silent promise—a reassurance that no matter how chaotic the world outside may be, this moment is yours.

Cracking one eye open, you catch a glimpse of Dazai's face, his dark eyes meeting yours. There's a playful glint in them, but beneath it lies something softer, something he rarely lets the world see. His lips curve into that familiar, mischievous grin before he leans closer, his lips brushing against yours in a kiss so gentle it feels like a whisper.

You melt into the kiss, the warmth of his lips a perfect complement to the heat of the water. The slight ripple of his movement sends small waves splashing over the edge of the tub, droplets falling to the tiled floor with a quiet patter. Bracing one hand against the edge of the tub, you feel the contrast of the cool tile against your palm, grounding you even as your senses are consumed by him.

His lips linger on yours before pulling back slightly, and for a moment, you stay like that, breaths mingling, the world outside forgotten. Then Dazai buries his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply. His arms tighten around your waist, pulling you closer until there is no space left between you. The closeness feels almost too much to bear, yet you find yourself craving it, wanting to lose yourself in the way he holds you.

You hum softly, your fingers instinctively finding the wet bandages wrapped around his arms. You scratch lightly, feeling the way his muscles tense and ripple under your touch. 

“Let's just stay here, Dazai...” you murmur, the words slipping out before you can stop them, barely louder than a whisper.

He pauses, pulling back slightly to look at you. “Huh?”

You shake your head quickly, a small, almost shy smile playing on your lips. “Nothing...”

The words linger in the air between you, heavy with meaning you're not ready to voice.

Without warning, Dazai shifts your position, turning you to face him. His movements are fluid, and his gaze never leaves yours. You feel vulnerable under his scrutiny, yet you can't bring yourself to look away. He takes your hands, guiding them to the edge of the tub, his fingers intertwining with yours briefly before pulling away. Your breath hitches, heat blooming across your skin as the space between you narrows.

The water ripples around you, the sensation heightened as the warmth seems to seep into every inch of your body. Your toes curl against the smooth surface of the tub, the feeling intensifying as your body sways with the subtle movements of Dazai's.

Dazai's breath brushes against your ear, uneven and warm, each exhale sending shivers down your spine. Closing your eyes, you let yourself lean into the moment, surrendering to the sensations, the vulnerability, and the unspoken connection between you. Dazai's presence is all-encompassing, a steady anchor in the swirling currents of water and emotion, and for now, that is all you need.

Until the door slams open, startling you both.

“Oi, shitty Dazai—”

Chuuya stands in the doorway, one leg still raised mid-kick. His blue eyes go wide as they take in the scene before him, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. The sight of you and Dazai tangled together in the bath renders him momentarily speechless.

Your entire face burns with mortification. Instinctively, you sink deeper into the water, trying to hide. The sudden movement elicits a groan from Dazai as your body adjusts against his, which only makes your embarrassment worse. You squeak, hurriedly burying your face in his chest, desperate to shield your exposed skin.

“Chuuya-kun... please... get out...” you stammer, your voice shaky with discomfort.

Dazai's lips twitch, his expression morphing into that devilish smirk he's so well-known for as he seems to revel in Chuuya's stunned reaction.

Chuuya's expression shifts into something indescribable—a mixture of outrage, disbelief, and sheer mortification. He snaps his mouth shut and quickly averts his eyes, staring at the floor as if it holds the answers to the universe.

With a muttered curse, Chuuya takes a hasty step back, slamming the door shut behind him with a loud thud.

The sudden quiet that follows feels deafening.

You pull back slightly to glare at Dazai, your embarrassment quickly replaced by irritation. But the bright, triumphant smile on his face makes your words die in your throat. He looks absurdly pleased with himself, as if he's just won a game, the mischief in his eyes practically sparkling.

“Mission success!” Dazai declares, his voice filled with that signature blend of arrogance and glee. “Now, Chuuya will finally know his place.”

His words echo in your ears. You stare at his face for a long moment, unable to process how he could possibly think this was acceptable.

Without a word, you grab a fistful of his hair, your fingers tangling in the damp strands. Dazai's eyes widen in surprise, but before he can react, you shove him down into the water. A flurry of bubbles rises to the surface as his body flails beneath you, his limbs splashing wildly in the tub.

“What did you just say, Dazai? Mission... what?” you ask, your voice low and dangerous. Your grip on his hair tightens, your frustration bubbling to the surface like the water around him.

Dazai's eyes flash with disbelief and amusement, even as he sputters and struggles beneath your grip. Somehow, even with his head partially submerged, he manages to flash a grin. It's infuriatingly typical of him, that maddening mix of charm and chaos.

“Okay, okay!” he finally sputters when you relent slightly, letting him come up for air. He coughs, water dripping from his face as he grins up at you. “I yield! Geez, you're scary!”

You narrow your eyes at him, trying to ignore the heat creeping up your neck. “If you ever pull a stunt like that again...” you warn.

He chuckles, leaning back against the edge of the tub as if nothing had happened. “You're adorable when you're mad, you know that?”

You roll your eyes, leaning forward slightly. “Keep talking, Dazai, and we'll see how adorable I look when I dunk you again.”

His smirk only deepens, and his eyes gleam with a teasing light as if daring you to follow through. “Well, if it means being this close to you...” he trails off, the implication hanging in the air like a challenge.

Frustrated beyond words, you shove his face back into the water with a sharp splash. He flails dramatically this time, his muffled protests bubbling to the surface.

Stepping out of the bathroom, the faint warmth of steam clings to your skin, but the chill in the room quickly takes over. Your gaze falls on Chuuya, who is sitting on the edge of the bed, his entire focus on his phone. His expression is neutral, unreadable, but there's a subtle tension in the way his shoulders are set.

You swallow, the awkward lump in your throat making it harder to find your voice. The mattress dips slightly under your weight as you sit beside him, the faint creak of the springs amplifying the silence.

Chuuya doesn't acknowledge you, his eyes fixed on his phone as his thumb idly swipes at the screen. From the faint flicker of the light on his face, you can tell he isn't reading or watching anything with real interest. He's lost in thought.

What should I do? you wonder, fidgeting with your fingers.

Later, when it's time to sleep, you find yourself sandwiched between two opposing forces—Chuuya, lying stiffly with his back turned to you, and Dazai, who lazily drapes an arm around your waist as if the world couldn't be more at peace.

The bed feels smaller than it should.

You sigh, trying to ease the restlessness in your chest. Glancing over your shoulder, you crane your neck to check if Chuuya has fallen asleep. But the moment your head turns, his does the same, your faces suddenly inches apart.

The proximity startles you both. Chuuya pulls back as though burned, his movements abrupt, his expression flickering between shock and discomfort.

You blink, confused, though your eyes hold a silent plea. Have I done something wrong?

Chuuya sits up slowly, his gaze fixed on the door. The movement is enough to dislodge Dazai's arm from your waist, and you hear the faint rustle of the sheets as it falls back to his side. You know he's awake—he's only pretending to sleep, his breathing too measured to be real.

You follow Chuuya to the door, the cool night air biting at your skin as you step outside. The breeze stirs the silence between you, carrying the faint scent of rain and the rustle of leaves. Chuuya exhales audibly, his shoulders rising and falling with the motion. His hair catches the moonlight, strands whipping across his face in the wind. For the first time, you notice how bare his head feels without the ever-present hat.

“[Your name],” he calls, his voice softer than usual. It carries an edge of hesitation, like he's unsure of what he's about to say.

You look at him, your curiosity piqued. “Chuuya-kun?”

His hands sink deeper into his pockets, his expression distant. “I see you're in that kind of relationship with Dazai.”

The comment catches you off guard. Your breath hitches as you nod slowly, unsure where this is leading. “Um... yeah. What about it?”

Chuuya glances away, his jaw tightening as though he's trying to bite back words he doesn't want to say. “I just didn't expect it, I guess. I mean, I did, but... not to that extent.” He pauses, his brow furrowing. “Are you two... doing it safe?”

You tilt your head, puzzled. “Safe? We're always... safe, Chuuya-kun. I mean, the mission was a success, so—”

Chuuya stares at you, dumbfounded, his head lowering as a dry laugh escapes him. He shakes his head as if to clear away your response, muttering, “Tch. Never mind. That shitty bastard knows what he's doing anyway.”

His cryptic words leave you blinking in confusion, but before you can respond, Chuuya closes the distance between you. His gloved hands rise, hesitating for the briefest moment before cradling your face gently. His touch is soft, his thumb brushing lightly against your cheek. His blue eyes, usually sharp and intense, are tinged with far more vulnerability—melancholy, tenderness, and a flicker of unacknowledged emotion.

“Are you happy, [Your name]?” he asks.

Your heart races at the unexpected question, your throat tightening as you try to respond. But he interrupts, his gaze searching yours. “Are you happy with him?”

The sincerity in his voice makes your chest tighten. Heat rushes to your cheeks, and you're certain you're blushing. After a moment, you nod, a small but genuine smile gracing your lips.

Chuuya's lips quirk into a faint smile in return, one that doesn't quite reach his eyes. His hands shift, cupping your cheeks firmly as he squishes them, earning a muffled groan from you. “Is that so? I'm glad,” he says.

He doesn't let go immediately, his grip lingering, as if he's savoring the moment, holding onto it like it's something fragile, something that could slip away at any second.

“A word of advice, though: at least lock the door next time, will ya?”

“....Yes, sir.”

Your daily routine has blurred into monotony over the past few weeks—solo missions, fleeting private moments with Dazai, and the inevitable chaos whenever Chuuya and Dazai cross paths. As always, their heated bickering devolves into full-blown fights, leaving you to mediate—or escape.

This time, however, you're outside Japan for an extended mission, the distance adding an unusual weight to your days. During rare breaks, Dazai's voice crackles through your phone, his playful tone bringing a strange sense of normalcy to your solitude.

“Guess what happened to me last night?” His voice is light, almost sing-song.

You roll your eyes, leaning back against the cool, uneven wall of an old hotel. “What now? Did you get yourself into trouble again?”

“Trouble?” he echoes, feigning offense. “Oh, that's putting it lightly! You wouldn't believe it—I got attacked by some very enthusiastic men.”

Your heart skips a beat, your body tensing instinctively. “What? Are you okay? What happened?”

“Relax, relax,” he chimes, brushing off your concern like stray lint. “I'm fine. Didn't get to die again, just a few scuffs here and there, but nothing serious.”

His nonchalance doesn't ease your worries. You push away from the wall, standing straighter as unease coils in your chest. “Dazai, don't downplay it. Who were they?”

But his response is typical Dazai—rambling, full of detours that leave you spinning. One moment, he's vaguely describing the ambush; the next, he's babbling about Yokohama's spring rain or the merits of a new café he happened to discover.

“They're a far more interesting bunch than I thought!” he suddenly remarks.

“They?” you repeat, your brow furrowing.

“Did you know,” he begins, his voice conspiratorial, “they managed to hit one of the Port Mafia's best storage units? Quite impressive, don't you think?”

Your blood runs cold. “What did you say?”

“They really outdid themselves.” he continues, the smirk audible in his voice.

You freeze. Breaking into one of the Port Mafia's storage units is no small feat, their impenetrable security a point of pride. “Dazai, who are they?”

There's a pause on the other end, the silence stretching uncomfortably. When he finally speaks, his voice is low, teasing, and laced with danger.

“Mimic.”

That word lands like a thunderclap, and then the line goes dead.

Weeks drag by with no further calls from Dazai. What should've been a straightforward mission becomes a drawn-out ordeal, the complications mounting with each passing day. One week bleeds into two, then three. Still, you complete your tasks and board the next flight back to Yokohama, the city's skyline filling you with relief.

When you arrive at the Port Mafia headquarters, the familiar, dimly lit corridors feel oddly comforting. A rare smile graces your lips as you walk through the labyrinthine halls, nodding briefly to a few subordinates who pass by.

The weight of the mission lifts, replaced with anticipation—you'll deliver a quick report to Mori and then search for Dazai. Knowing him, he's probably lounging in some obscure corner, a sly grin waiting to greet you.

You reach the heavy doors of Mori's office, pausing to clear your throat. One hand moves to smooth the fabric of your coat, the other resting on the cold, brass handle. In your mind, you rehearse the report—concise, professional, with just enough detail to keep Mori satisfied.

But just as you're about to turn the handle, muffled voices from within reach your ears, freezing you mid-motion.

“Boss, it's been two weeks since our executive, Dazai-dono, went missing. We should probably gather the executives to discuss his successor...”

Hirotsu's measured tone echoes through the thick door. The words slam into you, stealing the breath from your lungs.

Your hand falls from the handle, trembling slightly as the world tilts beneath your feet. The steady hum of the hallway fades, replaced by a high-pitched ringing in your ears. You stagger back a step, leaning against the wall for support.

Dazai is missing?

The thought ricochets in your mind, disbelief mingling with a creeping sense of dread. It doesn't make sense. None of this makes sense at all.

Inside the room, Mori's voice follows Hirotsu's, calm and cold, as though he's discussing nothing more than misplaced paperwork. “Yes... I suppose we should. But I won't have a meeting. I'll leave Dazai-kun's spot open.”

The detachment in his tone is like a slap, jolting you out of your stunned state. Your breathing quickens, shallow and uneven, as panic claws at your chest.

Your hand trembles violently as you fumble for your phone, nearly dropping it in your haste. Desperation tightens your throat as you scroll to Dazai's name and press it.

The screen lights up, but the call doesn't even ring.

You stare at the unresponsive device, the silence stretching endlessly. The emptiness of the line is suffocating.

“Come on, Dazai,” you whisper hoarsely, your voice cracking as you try again, and again. Each failed attempt erodes your hope, leaving only raw fear in its place.

The familiar corridors around you now feel suffocating, the dim lighting oppressive. Your mind races, grasping for answers.

Dazai can't be gone.

He can't just leave you alone, not like this, not after everything you've been through together. The thought of him slipping away from you—without a word, without a trace—pierces through you like a cold, cruel reality you refuse to accept.

The weight of his sudden absence feels unbearable, as if the air itself is thicker, harder to breathe. Every corner, every shadow seems to whisper his name, only to be met with the deafening silence that hangs in the air.

But the silence on the other end of the line offers no reassurance, only a gnawing emptiness that leaves you spiraling.

“Dazai...”

Chapter Text

The days bleed together in an agonizing haze. Chuuya knows. He's always known how to read between the lines, how to see past facades. When the news of Dazai's disappearance came—a sudden, inexplicable absence without a single trace—it didn't surprise him as much as it should have. But what does surprise him is the sight of you now.

You're hollow.

You don't cry. You don't rage. You don't even speak of Dazai. It's as if his absence is a minor inconvenience—a passing cloud on an otherwise uneventful day. Your expression remains blank, a mask that betrays nothing. Chuuya catches glimpses of you in the hallways of the Port Mafia headquarters, your steps purposeful but lifeless, like a marionette on strings. He swallows his own frustrations, burying his worry beneath a carefully maintained scowl.

And you? You feel nothing.

At least, that's what you tell yourself.

It feels like you're watching your life from a detached perspective, as if someone else has taken your place. Dazai's absence should sting, should claw at the edges of your sanity, considering the amount of time you've spent with him. But instead, it feels like just another day—a day where he's simply out on another mission, leaving you in peace, free from his incessant teasing and mocking grins.

But at night, the truth slips through the cracks.

Your bed is cold, the sheets twisted and tangled from restless tossing and turning. The stillness of your room feels suffocating, the silence deafening, louder than any noise could be. It's as though the walls are conspiring against you, amplifying the emptiness he left behind.

The space around you feels distorted, every corner echoing with the absence of his presence, a vacuum that refuses to be filled. You can almost hear the faintest hum, a reminder of how everything has fallen silent in his wake, and it makes your chest tighten with something that might be grief, might be anger, or something else entirely.

You don't touch his things. His bandages lie in the drawer, his black coats are still scattered on the floor, as if he left them there on purpose, just to annoy you like he always did. The room remains unchanged, frozen in time from the moment you returned from your last mission, only to find him gone.

And just like that, months pass in a monotonous blur: Mission. Report. Mission. Report. The routine is numbing. You welcome it. At least it keeps your mind occupied, away from the gnawing void that threatens to consume you.

But even Mori notices your state, granting you an unexpected reprieve—a rare opportunity to rest, despite the demands of your role as a sub-executive in the organization.

You wander the unchanging streets of Yokohama aimlessly, the city's life unfolding around you in vibrant dissonance. Laughter and chatter spill from every corner, a symphony of joy that feels almost cruel. Strangers' faces blur together, their smiles alien, as if they belong to a different realm.

Two children dart past you, their carefree giggles cutting through the air. One, a boy, races ahead, sticking his tongue out at the girl trailing behind. “Wait up!” she cries, her small voice brimming with innocent exasperation.

The sight claws at you. Vivid memories of Dazai, when you were both fourteen, flash unbidden in your mind. His teasing grin, the way he'd run just out of reach, goading you to chase him. Your chest tightens, and your fists clench at your sides.

You're jealous. Jealous of their happiness, their lightheartedness. Your own chest feels like a hollow cavern, empty and echoing with emotions you refuse to name. Pain, longing, bitterness—they're all there, swirling like ghosts you can't banish. Rubbing your aching eyes, you try to shake off the creeping heaviness, but it clings to you, suffocating and unyielding, like a second skin.

As you walk further, the city shifts. The bustling vibrancy begins to dim, and the ever-present laughter fades, replaced by an eerie stillness. The people you pass no longer smile; their faces are shadowed, eyes dull and lifeless. The air feels heavier, like it's pressing down on your shoulders, dragging you deeper into yourself.

A faint sound of crying drifts through the silence, barely audible but sharp enough to pierce through your haze.

For a moment, a bitter smile tugs at your lips. This feels right. The melancholy that blankets the city mirrors the storm raging within you. You want Yokohama to mourn with you, to recognize the emptiness you carry. How can it shine so brightly when your world has been plunged into shadow?

Your thoughts turn to Dazai, and the resentment intensifies, like glass slicing through tender skin. He left you behind, his absence carving wounds that refuse to heal. You remember his laugh, warm and carefree, the way his presence once lit up your world. Now, that light feels like a cruel joke, a phantom that haunts you with what you'll never have again.

“Did you ever care at all?” you mutter under your breath, the question swallowed by the heavy silence around you.

The ache in your chest deepens, an unbearable weight that you carry step by step, through streets that no longer feel like home. Every smile you see is a reminder of what you've lost. Every shadowed face echoes your own despair. And as the sound of distant crying fades into the stillness, you realize you're not just lost in Yokohama.

You're lost in yourself.

Your temporary sanctuary is a modest hotel room, far removed from the Port Mafia headquarters. The beige walls and cheap furnishings offer no comfort, but the thought of returning to your place feels unbearable—its familiarity now an open wound. It's better this way, you tell yourself, even though the hollow silence of the room does little to ease the ache in your chest.

You bury yourself in the monotony of news reports, flipping through channels in a futile effort to drown out the storm of emotions inside you. The television drones on about an unsettling rise in suicides across Yokohama—tragic stories piling one after another. Each broadcast is heavy with despair, but it feels distant, a muted echo compared to the crushing weight of your own grief.

As the news fades into background noise, your thoughts betray you. They drift back to Dazai, to the way he used to tease you, his laughter ringing out like sunlight breaking through clouds. Now, it's just a memory—a haunting one that leaves your chest empty and your breath shallow.

Your phone buzzes against the nightstand, the screen glowing with Chuuya's name. Your stomach twists, but you answer, pressing the phone to your ear. “Chuuya-kun?” you mumble, your tone flat, tired.

The other end crackles with chaotic noise—hurried footsteps, muffled voices—before Chuuya's voice bursts through, urgent and biting. “Where are you, [Your name]?”

You glance around the room instinctively, as if grounding yourself in the drab surroundings. “I'm in Motomachi. Why?”

Chuuya inhales sharply, his frustration clear even through the line. “I'll be there. But first, listen to me.”

Before you can respond, his voice cuts through like a blade. “Get a fucking grip on yourself. Do you even realize what you've done?”

His accusation lands like a slap. You blink, confused. “What the hell are you talking about? I didn't do anything.”

Chuuya's voice rises, simmering with anger. “Deactivate your ability. That's an order straight from the Boss.”

Your heart skips a beat, confusion laced with unease. “What? My ability isn't even—”

“Don't lie to me!” he barks, cutting you off. “Do you know how many of my subordinates—no, the whole damn Port Mafia—are being affected by this? If you're upset about Dazai leaving, fine, but don't drag everyone else into it!”

The mention of Dazai is like a punch to the gut.

Your grip on the phone trembles. “That bastard has nothing to do with this.” you spit, your voice low and venomous.

You end the call, your fingers unsteady as you toss the phone onto the bed. Your heart pounds in your ears, Chuuya's words replaying over and over, sinking in like jagged glass.

Your mind races. It doesn't make sense—does it? A flicker of unease compels you to pick up your phone again and open the camera app.

Switching to the front camera, you stare at your reflection.

Your breath catches.

Crimson eyes glare back at you, vibrant and unrelenting—a damning sign that your ability is active.

“No,” you whisper, shaking your head. “No, that can't be right.”

But the reflection doesn't change. The truth is undeniable, glaring back at you with a force that makes your stomach churn.

Realization dawns slowly, like a creeping shadow overtaking the room. Your ability—always tied to your emotions—has been active all along. You think back, your chest tightening with a suffocating clarity.

It started the moment you realized Dazai wasn't coming back.

A lump forms in your throat as the heartbreak you've been trying to bury resurfaces with brutal force. You feel a mix of confusion, guilt, and darker emotions—a bitterness that gnaws at the very core of your being.

“Shit.”

You shove the phone into your pocket, inhaling sharply as you press your palms against your thighs, forcing yourself to focus. “Come on...” you whisper, the words shaky, barely audible. Closing your eyes, you concentrate, willing your ability—Preludes and Nocturnes—to deactivate.

Still, the power hums within you, incessant and unyielding. You swallow hard, frustration and fear clawing at your composure.

A sudden knock shatters the tense silence. You flinch, a gasp slipping from your lips as your head snaps toward the door.

“It's me, Chuuya.” comes the voice from the other side. Relief crashes over you like a tidal surge, so profound it feels as though time itself halts for a moment.

Your legs move on instinct, carrying you swiftly to the door. Your hands tremble as you turn the handle, revealing Chuuya. “Chuuya-kun...” 

Chuuya steps inside, his sharp eyes scanning the room with an exasperated frown before he drops onto the edge of your bed. You close the door behind him, hesitating before taking a seat, your fingers twisting nervously in your lap.

“Did you try to deactivate your ability?” he asks, his tone direct but not unkind.

You nod, gaze fixed on the floor as shame prickles at your skin. “I did... It's not listening to me...”

Chuuya exhales heavily, the sound carrying both frustration and concern. Without warning, he reaches out, his hands cupping your cheeks with a gentle grip, forcing you to meet his piercing blue eyes.

“Don't you get it, you idiot?” he snaps, though his voice softens with an edge of exasperated care. “Do I have to spell it out for you?”

“What are you talking about?” you groan, your brows furrowing in confusion.

“Your ability,” he says, his words deliberate, “probably wants you to stop running from yourself. To stop lying about how you really feel.”

“Stop lying?” you echo, the words foreign and awkward on your tongue. Confusion clouds your expression, and a flicker of defensiveness rises in your chest.

Chuuya shakes his head, his grip steady, grounding. “It's been ten months since that shitty bastard left the Port Mafia. We all know you're devastated, [Your name]. It's fucking obvious. But you keep shoving it down, pretending it doesn't matter—and now look where it's gotten you. Just let it out. Stop lying to yourself. Stop pretending you're okay when you're not.”

His voice pierces through the walls you've so carefully constructed, and your body betrays you with a slight tremor.

Your lips part, searching for a rebuttal, but none comes. Tears well up, blurring your vision, until they spill over, cascading down your cheeks.

The first sob breaks free, unrestrained and unfiltered, wrenching its way out of your chest. “I want to see him,” you cry, the words trembling with desperation. “I want to see him, Chuuya-kun. I miss him so much... I want to see Dazai. I want to see him... I need to see him...”

Your voice cracks with every repetition, as though saying it might summon him back, might fill the hollowness his absence has left in your soul.

Chuuya's sharp demeanor softens as he takes a hesitant step forward, then another. Finally, he pulls you into his arms, cradling you against his chest. His hold is firm but careful, as though afraid you might shatter completely in his embrace. His hand moves to your back, tracing steady, grounding circles—a small beacon of comfort amidst the chaos of your emotions.

“He promised,” you choke out between hiccuping sobs. “He promised he wouldn't leave me...”

The memory surfaces uninvited and clear, pulling you back to a moment that feels like a lifetime ago.

You were younger then, barely holding yourself together in the aftermath of another nightmare. In your dream, Dazai stood before you, his back turned, walking away into an endless void. His figure grew smaller with every step, leaving you stranded in a world devoid of light, warmth, or meaning.

Terrified and trembling, you had woken in a panic. Without thinking, you sought him out, finding him lounging carelessly in the dimly lit room. Before he could say a word, you rushed to him, your arms encircling him in a desperate hug.

“Dazai,” you had whispered, your voice small and fragile, like glass on the verge of breaking. “You're not going to leave me, right? Don't ever leave me alone...”

Dazai froze for a second, caught off guard by your sudden vulnerability.

But then, his expression softened—those unreadable, mischievous eyes of his growing tender in a way you rarely saw. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer, anchoring you against the chaotic storm of your fears.

“I'm not going anywhere.” he had murmured, low and reassuring, his breath warm against your hair. His hand had moved to your back, drawing soothing circles as he whispered promises that seemed so solid, so unbreakable.

You had buried your face in his chest, clinging to him as though he were the only thing tethering you to the world. And for that moment, he was.

That memory feels like a painful mockery now, and it's killing you.

The present comes crashing back, harsh and unforgiving. Chuuya's arms are there, his steady presence grounding you, but it's not the same. It's not Dazai. He's gone. The warmth of his embrace, the reassurance in his voice, the way he held you like you were the most fragile yet important thing in his world—all of it is gone.

The ache in your chest feels like an abyss, a bottomless pit where all the light and hope have been swallowed.

“I don't know what to do without him...” you whisper, your voice nearly drowned out by your sobs. The admission feels like a defeat, like surrendering to the darkness that has been creeping ever closer since he left.

Chuuya holds you tightly, his touch an anchor as he gently rocks you back and forth. “I know,” he murmurs, his voice soft and comforting. “I know. Let it out, [Your name]. I'm here.”

You cling to him, your face buried in his chest as the sobs wrack your body. The storm of your grief rages on, and yet, in Chuuya's arms, there is a fragile, flickering sense of safety—a small light in the consuming darkness.

Your eyes flutter open, greeted by the dim glow of Yokohama's city lights filtering through the glass windows. The room is dark and still, save for the faint hum of the world outside. You groan softly, sitting up with a sluggish movement.

The pounding in your head is a cruel reminder of the hours you spent crying. Your eyes burn, swollen and tender, as though the tears have left scars behind.

The bed feels emptier now. Chuuya is gone, but the comforting weight of his black coat remains draped over you. He must have covered you with it before he left, despite your own blanket being tossed carelessly to the side. Your fingers brush over the fabric, tracing its soft texture.

A small sigh escapes your lips. The thought that Chuuya might return soon brings a glimmer of solace to your otherwise heavy chest.

The faint sound of approaching footsteps pulls you from your thoughts. Your ears perk up, and relief stirs inside you.

“Chuu—” you begin, but the word dies on your lips.

The breath leaves your lungs, stolen by the sight before you.

It's Dazai.

He stands in the doorway, his figure illuminated faintly by the light of the city outside. He's smiling, that same familiar grin you remember all too well.

But something feels... off. It's Dazai, but it doesn't feel like him. And yet, you know—you know—that it's him.

He's different. The black coat is gone, replaced by a sand-colored trench coat that hangs loosely around his frame. The bandages over his right eye are no longer there, revealing a pair of dark brown eyes that meet your wide, unblinking gaze.

Your heart stutters in your chest, an unbidden flood of emotions surging forward—relief, disbelief, anger, and a fragile, trembling hope that you try to crush before it blooms.

“Heya, [Your name]-chan.” he says, his voice soft and familiar, laced with an infuriating casualness as if he hadn't left you behind without so much as a goodbye.

You don't respond.

You stare for a moment longer, your mind grappling with the image before you. Then, as if rejecting the sight entirely, you turn away, pulling Chuuya's coat tighter around you.

What a cruel dream, you think. Of course, it's not real.

Dazai's grin falters, a flicker of confusion crossing his features as he watches you dismiss him. His brows knit together, the light in his eyes dimming ever so slightly.

“Hey,” he tries again, his tone tinged with irritation but undercut by something gentler—something almost vulnerable. “Don't ignore me.”

The bed dips under his weight, and before you can react, he's leaning over you, bracing himself with his arms on either side of your head. His presence is overwhelming, his proximity suffocating.

You peek out from under the coat, and there he is, inches from your face. His dark eyes bore into yours, searching, imploring, as though trying to bridge the chasm that time and his absence have carved between you.

“Seriously, [Your name]-chan,” he murmurs, his lips quirking into a teasing pout. “Pay attention to me.”

Your lips part, a bitter laugh bubbling up before you can stop it. “It's a dream.” you mumble, your voice devoid of energy, heavy with resignation.

Dazai's eyes soften at your words, his grin giving way to a quieter expression. A chuckle rumbles from his chest. “It's not.”

“It is,” you insist, your tone as flat as the ache in your chest.

You close your eyes again, shutting him out, retreating into the fragile walls you've built around your grief. “And if this is a nightmare... I don't want to wake up.”

His breath hitches, the sound barely audible, but you feel the change in the air around him. When you open your eyes again, his face is even closer. You're caught in the depths of his gaze, his brown eyes no longer mischievous or teasing but filled with something deeper—something you can't name.

Then, without warning, he leans down. His lips meet yours in a kiss that's achingly tender, yet desperate, as though he's pouring everything he can't say into that single touch.

A faint blue glow encircles you both, the telltale sign of his ability—No Longer Human—washing over you, silencing the haunting weight of Preludes and Nocturnes.

You groan softly against his lips, your fingers clutching at the fabric of his coat as your body responds instinctively. Your arms wrap around him, pulling him closer, grounding yourself in the warmth of him, the reality of him.

Dazai lets himself be drawn in, his own hands finding your waist, his grip firm yet trembling, as though afraid you might vanish. His kiss deepens, unearthing everything you've buried—your longing, your grief, your anger, and the hollow, aching love that refuses to let go.

Tears spill from your eyes as the kiss becomes more than just a kiss. It becomes a lifeline, a fragile thread connecting two shattered souls. He tastes the salt of your tears, and it breaks something in him, too.

Even if this is just a dream, you think, your mind hazy with emotion, just this once... I want to feel you.

I want to feel you again.

The golden warmth of the morning sun filters through the window, casting soft, dappled patterns across the room. Its light finds your face, gentle but insistent, nudging you awake.

You groan, the remnants of sleep clinging to you like a thick haze. Slowly, your eyes flutter open, adjusting to the world that starts as a blur before sharpening into focus.

Across the room, Chuuya sits slouched in a chair near the bed. His arms are crossed tightly over his chest, his head tilted slightly to one side. His hat is askew, balanced precariously as if threatening to tumble at any moment. His face is relaxed in the rare stillness of sleep, free of its usual tension.

You linger, watching the soft rise and fall of his chest. There's something peaceful about seeing him like this—unguarded, almost fragile. You sit up with a soft rustle, his coat slipping from your shoulders in the process.

The cool air prickles your skin as you grab the coat. You hesitate, glancing back at him, before moving closer. You drape the coat over his shoulders with care, the fabric settling into place as if it belongs there.

Before you can step back, Chuuya's eyes snap open, a vivid blue piercing the morning light. His hand shoots out, wrapping around your wrist in a firm grip, his instincts honed from years of vigilance.

He freezes. The tension in his body dissipates as recognition floods his gaze. “Oh...” His voice is gravelly from sleep, softened by surprise. His fingers loosen their hold, sliding away with an almost apologetic slowness.

Sheepishly, you offer him a small, nervous smile. “Good morning, Chuuya-kun...”

He blinks at you, his brows knitting briefly before his eyes drop to his hand, as if only now realizing what he's done. His lips part slightly, but all he manages is a hoarse, “G'morning.”

As he straightens, his gaze shifts to your face, his sharp eyes scanning you with curiosity and relief. His shoulders relax, the tension visibly melting away. “Your eyes...” he murmurs, almost to himself.

Confused, you tilt your head, prompting him to clarify. “They're back to normal.” His lips curl into the faintest hint of a smile before he stands up fully.

Your fingers begin to fidget, twisting and untwisting around each other as you struggle to find words. Guilt churns in your chest, the amount of trouble you caused weighing heavily. “Um,” you start, your voice soft and hesitant, “thank you for being there for me last night, Chuuya-kun.”

Chuuya's gaze flicks to you, his expression unreadable. Letting out a small sigh, he steps closer. His hand comes down lightly on your head, his touch surprisingly gentle as he ruffles your hair.

“Don't mention it,” he says simply. There's a warmth in his tone that catches you off guard, an odd tenderness in the way he looks at you, as though trying to reassure you without overstepping. “I'll be here for you, [Your name]. Just tell me if you need anything, alright?”

His words wrap around your heart like a gentle warmth, and you feel a blush creeping up your cheeks. The heat spreads rapidly as you nod, a shy smile tugging at your lips.

Chuuya lingers for a moment longer, his eyes searching yours as if committing this fleeting exchange to memory. Then, abruptly, he steps back and clears his throat, his gaze shifting to the window. The pink dusting his ears betrays his composed façade.

You bite your lip to stifle a giggle, your own heart thudding against your ribs.

The sudden tension between you feels both awkward and charged, a delicate spark of unspoken emotions tying you together in the quiet morning light.

The thought creeps into your mind before you can stop it. Since when did things become awkward between us again?

The realization settles uncomfortably in your chest, pulling you back to when you first met Chuuya. Back to when you were just two kids—fifteen years old, fumbling through the world, trying to figure out how to navigate each other.

You glance at him now, standing a few feet away, his back turned as he adjusts his hat. His movements are stiff as though he's overthinking something as simple as setting it at the right angle.

He clears his throat, the sound startling in the quiet. “You... uh, you sleep okay?”

You nod quickly—too quickly. “Yeah. Thanks to you.” Your voice comes out quieter than you intended, and you mentally kick yourself for how nervous you sound.

Chuuya turns to face you fully, his arms folding across his chest. There's a faint crease between his brows, his lips pressed into a thin line as though he's carefully contemplating his next words. “Good,” he finally says. “Let's go back to headquarters.”

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The streets of Yokohama hum with life, the soft glow of streetlights reflecting off the damp pavement from a recent drizzle. The air is cool and crisp, but it does little to calm the storm inside you. Your footsteps fall in rhythm behind Chuuya, though your thoughts are miles away, consumed by memories of Dazai.

Ten months. Ten long, agonizing months since he left the Mafia, leaving you behind like an abandoned shadow. The ache in your chest grows heavier, an unbearable weight that forces you to relive every moment with him—the warmth in his rare, fleeting smiles, the teasing lilt in his voice, the way he always seemed to see right through you.

You squeeze your eyes shut, desperate to shove the thoughts away, but they cling to you, smothering you like a shroud you can't escape. You're so lost in the spiral of your mind that you don't see Chuuya stopping.

Your face collides with his back, the impact jolting you back to reality. Chuuya quickly turns, eyes wide with concern.

“Hey, are you okay?”

You press your fingers against your forehead, wincing. “I'm fine...”

Chuuya's gaze lingers, sharp but probing, and you know he sees it—the shadows in your eyes, the heaviness you're trying so hard to hide. His expression softens, a flicker of understanding crossing his face.

“Wanna walk around before we head back?” he asks suddenly.

You blink up at him, surprised. “What?”

He shrugs, pursing his lips as though trying to mask his awkwardness. “It's just to kill time. The boss is probably busy with Elise anyway.”

You hesitate, the offer catching you off guard. “Okay...”

Without thinking, your hand reaches for his, your fingers sliding between his as naturally as breathing.

Both of you freeze in place, eyes wide. Heat floods your cheeks as you pull your hand away, clutching it to your chest as though burned. “I—I'm sorry!” you stammer, your words tumbling out in a frantic rush. “I wasn't thinking... It's just a habit... I used to hold—”

“Don't.” His voice cuts you off, firm but not unkind. His jaw tightens, and he glances away, unwilling to let you speak that name. He knows the spiral it will send you into, and the weight of it lingers between you. “It's fine.” he says simply.

Your head dips in embarrassment, your face burning. “I'm sorry, Chuuya-kun...” The apology feels like a knife twisting in your chest. You can't do anything right. Not with him, not with Dazai, not with anyone.

Your eyes drift to Chuuya, and a sharp pang of inadequacy pierces through you. At just eighteen, he's already an executive in the Port Mafia, exuding a confidence and strength that feels out of reach for you. You've been here longer than him, longer than Dazai even, yet your position remains stagnant, insignificant.

Your fists clench at your sides, nails digging into your palms. You're a walking disaster—a failure who can't even control your own ability. Every time you try, something goes wrong, and you only end up causing trouble for the people around you.

Maybe that's why Dazai left without a word.

Maybe he couldn't bear the burden of you any longer.

You inhale sharply, forcing the emotions down, burying them beneath a strained, hollow grin. “Let's go.” you say, your voice cracking slightly despite your efforts.

Chuuya's gaze rests on you, as though he can see every fracture in the mask you're wearing. But he doesn't press. Offering a small nod, he turns, his footsteps steady as he begins walking again.

It feels as though the air around you is too thin, too heavy all at once. But you keep moving, head bowed, hoping Chuuya doesn't turn back to see the tears threatening to spill. Because if he does, you're not sure you'll hold yourself together.

Chuuya bites his lower lip, his mind whirling with frustration and helplessness. His thoughts churn in circles, trying to find a way to pull you out of the dark cloud you're trapped in. You're sitting beside him, clearly hurting, your responses short and distant, your gaze empty and unfocused. He fights the urge to let out a heavy sigh, cursing Dazai for what feels like the thousandth time.

He sneaks a sideways glance at you. You're holding the ice cream he bought earlier, absentmindedly licking at it, but your expression remains far away, as if you're somewhere else entirely. The sight makes his chest ache. Even something as simple as eating ice cream doesn't seem to bring you joy anymore.

Chuuya pinches the bridge of his nose and looks around, searching for anything—something—that might help. The park is alive with the sounds of children laughing and running past, parents chatting as they stroll by. The wind carries the faint scent of salt from the ocean, and in the distance, he can see the docks, cruise ships bobbing gently on the waves.

“Chuuya-kun.”

Your voice cuts through his thoughts, startling him. His head snaps toward you, his eyes wide as he realizes you're finally speaking.

You've finished the ice cream, now wiping your sticky fingers absentmindedly on your coat. Chuuya's eyes trail to your hands, watching the small, unthinking movements, as if they hold some answer he's desperately searching for.

“Do you think... Dazai ever cared at all?”

The question hits him like a punch to the gut. His eyes snap up to meet yours, and the sight makes his breath hitch. Tears are gathering at the corners of your eyes, and he can see faint crimson flickers deep within them—the warning signs of your ability stirring. Panic jolts through him.

“Uh,” he stammers, moving closer to you, his voice urgent, “Your eyes—[Your name], your eyes.”

You immediately cover your face with your hands, massaging your temples as though trying to suppress the storm within. “I'm sorry... just... please give me a minute...” you whisper, your voice trembling.

Chuuya sits silently, watching as your frame trembles. You struggle to steady your breathing, turning your head as if trying to will the emotions away. Every inch of you looks fragile, like a porcelain doll on the verge of shattering.

And then he notices it.

Your collar, slightly crumpled from your movements, catches his attention. On impulse, he leans closer, reaching out to straighten it. As his fingers brush against the fabric, he sees them.

Faint bite marks, the evidence of heated intimacy, mar the skin beneath the edge of your collar. Bruises, tender and soft, just visible from where your shirt had shifted.

His hand freezes mid-motion, his body stiffening as realization crashes over him. The pieces fall into place—your ability was deactivated last night.

Dazai must have visited you.

He must have touched you.

The bitter taste in Chuuya's mouth is immediate, sharp and acrid. He retracts his hand, clenching his fists tightly at his sides. From the way you're acting, it's clear you don't remember. You probably think it was a dream.

But for Chuuya, it's too real. The knowledge sits heavy in his chest like a stone.

“[Your name],” he says, his voice softer than usual, almost hesitant.

You lower your hands slightly, peeking at him through your fingers. “Chuuya-kun?”

He shoves his hands into his coat pockets, his gaze dropping to the ground.

The words slip out before he can stop them. “Forget about that bastard already.”

His eyes widen, and his jaw tightens as a wave of regret crashes over him, biting and suffocating. Damn it. He knows he shouldn't have said it, knows how much those words sting, how they land with a brutality he hadn't meant.

“I—I mean...” He grits his teeth, fumbling for something to fix it, but nothing feels right.

You drop your hands to your sides, shifting your attention to the distant port, your expression unreadable. “Chuuya-kun,” you say softly, “what was Dazai like when you two were on a mission together?”

The question catches him off guard. “Huh?” He frowns, his brows knitting in confusion.

“You were his partner,” you continue. “You went on missions together. What was he like?”

Chuuya hesitates, his mind flashing back to countless missions, to Dazai's antics, his cold calculations, his infuriating smirks. His lips curl into a scowl, and he clicks his tongue in annoyance.

“He's insufferable.” he mutters, rolling his eyes.

But even as the words leave his mouth, there's a heaviness in his tone, as though the memories bring as much frustration as they do understanding. He doesn't miss the way your lips tremble at his answer, and his heart clenches, wishing he could do something—anything—to ease the pain you're carrying.

You know Chuuya's trying—trying so hard to lift you up, to ease the burden he sees weighing you down. But it doesn't matter. You don't want to be lifted. You want to hurt yourself. You crave the sharp, brutal sting—the kind of pain that drowns out everything else. You want it to scrape away the hollow ache festering in your chest, even if only for a moment.

You don't care anymore. It all feels unbearable—overwhelming, impossible to carry. Thoughts swirl relentlessly in your mind, tangling into a suffocating knot that tightens with every breath. They make you sick, the nausea bubbling up from somewhere deep inside.

No matter how deep you inhale, no matter how hard you try to calm yourself, the ache doesn't fade.

If anything, it only grows heavier, cutting into you with every passing second.

And then there's Dazai. Ever since the two of you started acknowledging the feelings between you—tentative, undefined, precariously balanced—there's been this lingering doubt. A gnawing question you can't shake.

What was he like when you weren't together? Did he flirt with other women, letting his charm work its effortless magic? Did he murmur those same easy, disarming words, words that felt so unique when he said them to you?

Did he take them to bed, too? Did he touch them the way he touches you, with hands that seem to know every inch of you by heart? Did he whisper in their ears, coaxing gasps and shivers like they were the only ones in the world? And worse—did they believe him, the same way you once did?

Your throat constricts, and it feels as though the air is choking you. The question burns. You know you shouldn't ask it. You know it will hurt, but you can't stop yourself. You steel yourself, forcing the words out, your voice trembling.

“Chuuya-kun... does Dazai... also...” You can't make the words come out right. Your tongue feels thick, clumsy. You try again. “Does Dazai... also... with...” You shake your head, frustrated. “With other women...”

Chuuya stiffens beside you, his entire body going rigid, as if he's been struck. His gaze flicks away, and you can feel the weight of the silence pressing down between you. The answer is clear, even without him saying a word.

The realization hits you harder than any blow could. So Dazai really did.

The question burns again, hotter now. You need to know. You have to know.

“What did he do?” The words fall from your lips before you can stop them, desperate, hungry for some kind of release, even if it's painful.

Chuuya doesn't answer immediately. He knows the answer, but he doesn't want to say it. He's fighting with himself, trying to protect you from the hurt, from the ugly truth.

But you won't stop, and you can't help yourself.

You reach for his sleeve, shaking him lightly. “Answer me...”

His face hardens, the lines of his jaw tense with frustration. “Why are we even talking about this?” His voice is tight, almost angry, like he doesn't want to see you in this kind of pain.

“I want to forget him... Maybe... maybe if I know... then maybe...” You don't finish the sentence. It feels like you're grasping at straws, trying to find a way to escape this suffocating feeling. Your emotions are a jumbled mess, tangled up in the half-formed thoughts, the uncertainty, the hopelessness.

Chuuya groans, running his fingers through his hair, frustration etched across his face. “He was messing around with women. A lot of them.” His voice is rough, like he's gritting the words out, and the truth feels as bitter as poison.

You don't know what to feel. That's it. That is what Dazai did to you. He wasn't just someone who couldn't commit. He was someone who flitted between people, careless, leaving chaos in his wake.

A small, humorless laugh slips from your mouth, bitter. “Really...?”

Chuuya nods grimly. “And that shitty bastard gives my number to them, so I'm left sorting things out when they're all crying, since he just took off without a word.” The disgust in his voice is unmistakable, but even as he says it, a quiet sadness lingers.

The weight of it all crushes you, like the ocean's depths pulling you under with no hope of surface. Suddenly, you feel foolish. The tears you've been holding back rise to the surface, and you can't stop the chuckle that escapes you. It's not a laugh—it's a sound of pure disbelief.

You feel stupid.

How could you have ever believed in him?

How could you have let him convince you that it was anything but a game to him?

You don't know what hurts more—the fact that you were fooled or the realization that you still can't stop caring. The laughter dies quickly, leaving only a hollow echo. You close your eyes, as if shutting the world out can make the pain stop. But even as you sit there, trying to gather yourself, the ache inside you continues to eat away at you.

Chuuya watches you, his eyes soft but filled with a quiet anger—anger at Dazai, anger at the situation, anger that you're sitting here, broken. But he doesn't know how to fix it. He doesn't know if anything can fix it anymore.

You force yourself to stand, though every part of you screams to just collapse. “Let's go, Chuuya-kun. I still have a lot of explaining to do, to the boss.” you murmur, your voice lacking conviction.

The words feel empty in your mouth, as if speaking them is a mechanical process, devoid of any real meaning.

Chuuya studies your face. There's something in his eyes—a silent plea, maybe, for you to stop this. He doesn't say anything, though. He stands up beside you, following in step.

The elevator hums as it ascends, the glass walls offering a clear view of the city of Yokohama below. The bright lights of the city stretch out in a sea of glittering colors, but you're not really seeing any of it. You're seeing only the blur of your own thoughts, spiraling deeper into despair.

The world outside feels distant, like a dream you can't reach, the streets below seeming so far away as if they belong to someone else, someone who isn't trapped in this oppressive stillness.

When the elevator doors open, you brace yourself, as if preparing to walk into the lion's den. Your hands are slick with sweat, betraying the tremor running through you. You wipe them on your coat, but it doesn't help.

“Boss, it's [Your name].” You push the doors open and step inside the office.

Mori is sitting behind his desk, his fingers steepled together in a calm, almost casual way. There's a small, knowing smile on his lips, one that you can't read but that makes your skin crawl.

Instinctively, you walk a few steps forward before sinking down to your knees, your head bowed low. You can't bring yourself to look up, can't bear to face him.

“I've made a massive mistake—” your voice cracks, but you force yourself to continue. “I've caused a serious problem, to you, to the organization, to Yokohama itself. I'll accept any punishment you deem fit, boss.”

Chuuya doesn't say anything. His eyes flicker briefly to you, and then he refocuses them on Mori, his posture tense, his hands clasped behind his back. There's an air of quiet authority to him, but you know he's no more immune to the crushing weight of the situation than you are.

Mori hums thoughtfully, the sound echoing through the room, before standing up slowly, his gaze never leaving you. “I thought I made myself clear, [Your name]-kun.” His voice is low, filled with disappointment. “What did I say before?”

You feel the tears welling up. You fight to hold them back, but they spill over anyway, your eyes still fixed on the floor.

Mori sighs, the sound tired, almost resigned. “There are a hundred casualties alone in our organization. A result of your ability. Not only that, suicide rates all over Yokohama spiked in the span of one week, all because your mind-control ability went berserk. Because you lost control.” His words are blunt, brutal, and they strike you like a battering ram.

You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to block out the weight of his voice, trying to block out the suffocating guilt pressing in on all sides. You can't breathe, can't think. Your fists clench involuntarily at your thighs, your nails digging into your skin as the tears begin to fall in a steady stream.

“Because you can't control your emotions, [Your name]-kun.”

Each word is another dagger in your heart. You can feel yourself breaking, piece by piece, as Mori's voice echoes in your ears. You want to scream, to make it stop, but you're paralyzed.

An hour drags by in a blur, Mori's words still ringing in your ears. Every insult, every piece of disappointment weighs you down until you feel like you're sinking deeper and deeper into the ground.

And all the while, Chuuya stands there—silent, watching, and you hate yourself even more for putting him in this position.

Your punishment is swift and merciless. Mori strips you of your sub-executive position in the organization, reducing you to the lowest-ranking member of the Port Mafia. You accept it without a word, your voice failing you. The dismissal is as quick as the flick of Mori's wrist, and you leave the office without looking back.

The walk back to your room feels like it takes hours, each step dragging you down further into the abyss. When you finally open the door, you freeze.

Chuuya's sharp intake of breath hits you like a slap, and you don't even need to turn to know what he's seeing. Dazai's black coats lie scattered across the floor, crumpled and discarded. Dirty bandages are strewn about, remnants of something that should have stayed buried.

Your knees tremble as you step inside. The sight of it all—the remnants of him—breaks you.

“Dazai...” The tears fall freely now, hot and relentless, as your legs give in and you crumple to the floor.

The emptiness in your chest is unbearable, crushing. You feel nothing but the aching, gnawing sense that you are nothing.

The tears won't stop. They pour down your face, staining your cheeks, but you don't care. You don't know what to do anymore.

You want to give up. You can't fix this. You can't fix yourself.

Chuuya gently cradles you in his arms, lifting you with a tenderness that doesn't match the storm raging inside you. Your sobs are shaky, uncontrolled, and the tears flow in a constant stream.

The weight of the pain is too much, pressing on your chest like a thousand hands, and you feel like you might collapse under it.

“I can't take it anymore,” you choke out, your voice trembling with desperation. “Make it stop... please, make it stop... It hurts... it hurts...”

You try to breathe. Your chest rises in shallow, desperate gasps, but it's never enough. The dizziness comes in waves, the world spinning, warping. The walls around you seem to waver, stretch, and bend, like the reality itself is tearing apart. You feel like you're drowning—your limbs numb, your vision blurred as if you're submerged in water, helpless, isolated.

Chuuya's voice cuts through the fog of your panic, urgent, but distant. “[Your name]!” His shout is like a faraway echo, the words slipping away as if they can't reach you. His grip tightens, but it feels faint, like a distant touch, a faint tug on your consciousness. His panic is real, but it's hard to grasp.

Everything is slipping, dissolving into a blackness that feels strangely peaceful, comforting even, in a way. The nightmare from years ago starts to bleed into reality, but here, in this moment, it's like it could finally end.

But no. It doesn't end.

A sudden rush of air—warm, alive—hits your face, and it feels like the first real breath you've taken in forever. Your lungs burn, aching for more, and you suck in the oxygen, desperate, needing it to fill your chest.

But it's not enough, not enough to stop the darkness from creeping in.

Your body trembles violently, as if it's fighting against the pressure.

Then you realize—there's a mouth on yours. Chuuya's mouth, pressing against you with an urgency that sends a shock through your system. His lips are firm, insistent, and the sensation floods you, pulling you back, grounding you in the chaos that's swallowing you whole.

You gasp, your lungs straining to expand as his breath mixes with yours, harsh and frantic, as he forces the air into you.

You can feel the heat of him, his body hovering above yours, his chest pressing against yours as his mouth moves against yours with frantic determination. His hands grip your shoulders, holding you still, forcing you to breathe, forcing you to live.

The pressure is intense, overwhelming, but it's keeping you tethered to something real.

Your heart is hammering in your chest, wild and erratic, and you can feel it in every beat, echoing in your ears. Your vision sharpens, bit by bit, but everything feels so wrong, like you're not fully in your own body.

His face is close to yours now, his features twisted in fear, panic, and something else you can't quite place. His blue eyes lock with yours, wide, frenzied, and desperate, like he's fighting to hold you here, to keep you with him.

Your hand is fisted in his collar, your fingers gripping the fabric with an intensity you don't remember. Slowly, your hand loosens, confusion swirling through the haze clouding your mind.

“Chuuya...-kun?” you breathe out his name.

The room is heavy with tension, thick with the air of something that's about to snap. Chuuya's anger practically vibrates in the air like a storm about to hit. His eyes flash with frustration, disbelief, and something darker, something that makes your stomach twist in unease. He pulls away from you like you've burned him, his fingers tightening into fists at his sides as he rises from the bed, his body stiff with restraint.

“God fucking damn it, [Your name],” he growls, his voice low and venomous. The words seem to echo in your mind long after he says them.

You can feel the heat of his anger radiating off him, and yet, you remain motionless.

He turns his back to you for a brief moment, his whole form trembling with suppressed rage. He clenches his fists again, the veins in his hands standing out like ropes. You can hear him curse under his breath, his words barely coherent with the raw emotion spilling from him.

“What the fuck,” he mutters to himself, before whirling around to face you again, his eyes blazing with anger. There's an edge to his voice, the tone sharper now, the words coming out almost like a bark. “What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

Your lips part as if to respond, but no words come. It's as though you've lost the ability to speak, the air in your lungs too thick to expel. Slowly, you sit up, but every movement feels like you're wading through water, sluggish and heavy.

Chuuya's eyes narrow as he watches you, the frustration clear on his face. He's boiling, on the verge of losing control, and it shows in the clenched muscles of his jaw, the stiffness of his posture.

Just minutes ago, when he noticed how you were acting—your breathing shallow, body unmoving, eyes glassy—something in him snapped. He panicked, his pulse racing as he knelt beside you, shaking your shoulders, trying to rouse you, but you didn't respond.

The world seemed to go still, like a terrible dream that you can't wake up from. For a moment, it felt like you were already gone, and it tore him apart. His heart stopped in his chest, and his grip on you tightened, desperate.

Your head hangs low, your focus fixed on the sheets, fingers clenched tightly in the fabric. You can feel him watching you, the heat of his gaze heavy on your skin, but it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter anymore.

Chuuya, still standing there, his hand trembling at his side, opens his mouth to say something—anything—to break through the silence.

But the words die on his tongue as you interrupt him, your voice small.

“Do it again.”

His whole body goes still, his brows furrowing in disbelief. His lips press into a thin line, and a deep, guttural scowl pulls at his features.

The anger is still there, but now there's confusion, a moment of hesitation. His thoughts race, but none of them make sense. “What?” he demands, his voice low, rough with emotion, like he's trying to understand if he's hearing you correctly.

You look up at him slowly, your eyes meeting his—empty, but there's something more in them now.

Something broken.

A hollow smile tugs at the corners of your lips, fragile, as if it could fall apart at the slightest touch.

“Kiss me again.”

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“Kiss me again.”

The room is heavy with awkward silence, the kind that lingers like unspoken words better left unsaid in a moment like this. Chuuya stands over you, his sharp blue eyes fixed on you as though you've just sprouted a second head. His mouth twitches, but no words come at first. Instead, he sighs deeply, dragging a gloved hand through his hair before shaking his head in sheer disbelief.

“That wasn't a kiss, dummy.” he finally says.

You scowl at him, arms crossed tightly over your chest. “You put your mouth on mine. It's called kissing.”

One of his eyebrows arches so high, it practically reaches his hat. “Don't get smart with me,” he snaps, though his voice remains steady. “It's called mouth-to-mouth resuscitation because you suddenly stopped breathing, like you'd just decided that living wasn't worth it without that damn bastard by your side.”

You shrug, your expression flat. “Same thing. Kissing. Mouth-to-mouth resusci-whatever.”

Chuuya presses his lips into a thin line. He almost—almost—rolls his eyes before turning his back to you. “It's not,” he mutters, striding toward the door with the kind of authority that dares you to argue further. “Rest, [Your name].”

Huh? Rest?  Something deep inside refuses to let him leave so easily.

He can't just... walk away like that.

Your body feels sluggish, weak, but sheer determination propels you forward. You stumble after him, your fingers barely catching the edge of his sleeve. “Chuuya-kun...”

He stops but doesn't face you, his shoulders stiffening. “You're not thinking straight,” he says sharply, his voice clipped. “Just... go to sleep already.”

“I'm not sleepy.” you shoot back, stubbornness lacing every word.

Chuuya exhales through his nose before spinning on his heel to face you, a flicker of irritation igniting in his eyes. But just as you're about to say something else, a warm, vibrant orange light envelops your body.

“What—”

A smirk spreads across Chuuya's face, his earlier frustration melting into smug satisfaction. His lips curl just enough to hint at his confidence as he lifts his gloved hand, fingers curling as though conducting an unseen orchestra.

The air around you shifts, growing heavier, and before you can even think to resist, his gravity manipulation takes hold.

Your body stiffens, pinned by the invisible force, and you're helpless as he guides you onto the bed. It's not rough or cruel—on the contrary, the motion is unnervingly gentle. The blanket floats up and drapes over you with care, settling as though Chuuya himself had tucked you in, though his hands remain still at his sides.

You thrash your head to the side, defiance flashing in your eyes. “Undo your ability!” you shout at him. Your arms strain against the invisible hold, but it's useless—your struggles are more symbolic than effective. “I'm not sleepy! I don't wanna sleep!”

Chuuya leans against the doorframe, folding his arms casually. His smirk grows wider, his expression dripping with amusement. “Yeah, yeah,” he says dismissively, his voice light as if humoring a child mid-tantrum. He flicks a hand in your direction, brushing off your protests like an annoying breeze.

Your jaw tightens, and you grind your teeth in sheer frustration. “Chuuya-kun...!” You struggle, desperate to break free, but no matter how hard you fight, you can't overcome his ability.

The idea of resistance feels futile, yet your emotions refuse to let you surrender. Your anger swirls in your chest, blinding you to any thoughts of strategy, leaving Chuuya fully in control of the moment.

You could activate Preludes & Nocturnes, your mind manipulation ability, to control Chuuya's mind, but unfortunately, you're not thinking clearly, and now Chuuya has the advantage.

Chuuya chuckles lightly. “Dummy.” he murmurs under his breath, the word almost affectionate as he watches you squirm beneath his power.

“Chuuya-kun—”

“Nah.”

“Chuuya!”

“Hm?”

“Nakahara Chuuya!”

He arches a brow, clearly entertained. “What is it, [Full name]?”

“I said, undo your ability! Damn it!” you shout at the top of your lungs.

You eventually fall asleep, exhaustion from your failed attempts to regain control weighing you down. Chuuya, now sitting at the edge of your bed, watches you for a moment before reaching out a hand, his gloved fingers tracing soft patterns across your face.

You groan lightly in your sleep, the sound faintly escaping your lips, yet you remain lost in your dreams.

A stray strand of hair falls across your face, and Chuuya moves, gently tucking it behind your ear. His fingers trail down your neck, and his gaze follows, his eyes narrowing slightly when they catch sight of the faint bite marks on your skin.

His fingers hover over the marks, as if unsure, before skimming over them, his touch lingering too long. He leans in slightly, his breath brushing against your skin as he inspects them more closely.

You flutter your eyes open, blinking at the startling sight before you. “...Hmm?”

Chuuya's face is inches from yours, his expression frozen in surprise as though he hadn't expected you to wake. His gaze flickers, searching your eyes for any sign of awareness.

“...Chuuya-kun..?”

Chuuya's heart lurches at the sound of your voice, a sharp pang of emotion gripping him unexpectedly. He struggles to swallow the rising wave of bitterness, fighting to maintain control.

The sight of the faint bite marks left by Dazai on your skin stirs something dark and familiar, like an old wound he's tried to bury deep inside himself.

It's the same feeling he's been battling for years, ever since he first saw you and Dazai together, inseparable, as if nothing could break the bond between you.

The memory of that day, the sight of you tangled in the bath together, still lingers like a ghost in his mind, twisting like a knife every time he thinks of it. His emotions stir restlessly within him, gnawing at the edges of his composure, clawing their way to the surface.

He can feel them—rage, jealousy, confusion—rushing through him, threatening to break free. He wants to push it all down, to lock it away, to pretend it doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter.

But no matter how hard he tries to ignore them, the feelings tug at him too strongly, a magnetic pull he can't resist. Every breath he takes feels heavier, as if the weight of his unspoken thoughts is suffocating him.

Without a word, he cradles your cheeks in both hands, his thumb brushing over your skin as his gaze fixes on yours. For a split second, the turmoil in his eyes flashes—raw, unguarded—before he leans down, closing the distance between you, and presses his lips to yours.

The kiss is firm, his mouth moving against yours with a controlled urgency, as if trying to prove something to himself, to you, to the ghosts that still haunt him.

You freeze, your eyes wide in shock at the suddenness of his action. The warmth of his lips is both unfamiliar and overpowering, your mind struggling to process what's happening.

The taste of him, the feeling of his presence so close, sends a jolt of surprise through your body, leaving you stunned and unable to respond immediately.

Chuuya pulls away from you, his lips hovering just inches from yours, the warmth between you almost tangible. Your mouth opens, but no sound escapes—your words caught in the twist of your throat.

You try again, voice small, shaky, “Were you... just playing hard to get a while ago?”

He clicks his tongue. “Shut it.”

Without giving you a chance to respond, his lips crash back onto yours. The kiss is deeper this time, as though he's attempting to reclaim something.

Your heart races as you instinctively close your eyes, your body pressing into him, pulling him closer—desperate for more—even as your mind struggles to catch up.

His kiss shifts, moving slowly from your mouth to your cheek, then trailing down to your neck. Each kiss feels like a slow burn, leaving you dizzy and lightheaded.

Your eyes fly open, panic rising as your body freezes. The heat spreads through your face, turning your cheeks a deep crimson. “... Um..”

You feel the faint press of his teeth against your neck—a soft bite, teasing and intimate—and you stifle a whimper. Wait, wait, wait! 

Suddenly, Dazai's face flickers in your mind—his smile, his eyes, the way he looked when he touched you.

You flinch, a wave of guilt crashing over you. Why would you think of him now? It's already over between you two. Besides, Dazai was never truly yours to begin with.

You were never truly his.

But the guilt doesn't leave. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes, and your body shakes lightly, trying to suppress the overwhelming rush of emotions.

You bite your lip, willing yourself not to break, but it's useless. The tears begin to fall, one by one, and Chuuya notices immediately. He pulls back just enough to study your face, his expression unreadable.

He doesn't say a word. Instead, he lifts a hand, his fingers wiping away the tears slipping down your cheeks. The simple action is enough to break you further, and your chest tightens, the words choking in your throat.

“What...” you manage, the tears falling freely now. “What are we even doing...?” you whisper, crying.

Chuuya remains silent, his hand stilling on your cheek as he continues to wipe away your tears. His face reveals nothing, but his eyes—there's something there. Something that you can't quite place.

That impulsive, fleeting make-out session with Chuuya remains a secret—one neither of you ever acknowledges. It was a lapse in judgment, a moment lost to the heat of passion. And so, without a word, you both pretend it never happened.

When you're alone, Dazai's face invades your thoughts—the memories flood back, and tears spill, quietly tracing the curve of your jaw. You miss him. Dazai. It's been over a year, yet his absence feels like a fresh wound, one that won't heal no matter how hard you try to adjust without him by your side.

It feels as if a huge part of you is missing.

Meanwhile, your work as one of the lowest-ranking members of the Mafia is monotonous. It's foreign to you, a far cry from what you once had. The jobs they assign you are simple—almost insultingly so. Tasks that require little effort, so much so that you often finish them in under an hour.

There's no glory in it.

No thrill.

You've lost that sense of purpose, that drive you once had when Dazai was with you. Now, you're relegated to the shadows, forgotten.

Mori's cold dismissal stings. You're no longer allowed to report directly to him, your job now stripped of any significant value. You're tasked only with ensuring smaller jobs are completed, jobs that leave no room for failure or mistakes.

Not that it matters.

When you finish, you have nothing left to do but wander, filling the endless void with distractions. So you walk, aimlessly, through the streets of Yokohama.

The city buzzes around you, alive with people going about their own lives, but all you can do is skip through the crowds, lost in your thoughts, your mind a tangle of regret and sorrow.

Your insecurity about your current status makes you question how being seen with Chuuya might affect his standing—his reputation as an executive. You're the lowest of the low. To be seen with you would be a stain on his carefully curated image.

At every turn, you distance yourself, burying yourself deeper in the shadows, where no one can see the shame you feel, the sense of inadequacy that claws at your chest. You can't let anyone see the fragile side of you, especially not Chuuya.

In your distraction over Dazai's departure, you nearly forget about the two people who meant the most to him—Oda Sakunosuke and Sakaguchi Ango. When you finally hear the news, it feels like a second blow to your chest. Oda, gone in a fight with Mimic, and Ango, exposed as a traitor to the Mafia.

You want to mourn, but the Mafia doesn't allow time for such luxuries.

Right now, you have a goal. You need to reclaim your status, to prove yourself worthy again. Sub-executive is within your grasp if you focus. But the sadness clings to you, a relentless tide that refuses to recede.

And you wonder—is it worth it after all? Is trying even worth it when everything feels so meaningless?

The dim tunnel stretches ahead, the echo of your footsteps the only sound accompanying your soft humming. The mission went smoothly—no unexpected surprises, no missing goods. Just another routine job, another night spent drifting through the dim recesses of the Mafia's world. A flickering overhead light casts long, shifting silhouettes on the cold concrete walls.

“Everything in this world is just a way to kill time until we're all dead.” you murmur absently, the words dissipating into the stale air.

There's no one to hear them, no one to respond, and maybe that's why you say them in the first place.

By the time you reach your place, the usual familiar sight of scattered black coats greets you like ghosts frozen in time—Dazai's coats. They lie untouched, abandoned yet present, their owner long gone but never truly absent. Your fingers twitch at your side as you step forward, hesitating before finally crouching down to grasp one.

The fabric is soft, heavier than you remember.

A bitter smile tugs at your lips. This is the first time you've moved them. A whole year, and they remained exactly where he left them, a silent testament to his absence.

Rising to your feet, you turn to the mirror, slipping the coat over your shoulders. It hangs loosely, drowning you in his presence. You remember the way he used to drape it over you, unprompted and casual, as if it was second nature. A sigh escapes, quiet and tired.

You shrug off the coat and collapse onto the bed, pulling the fabric over you like a threadbare comfort. Eyes falling shut, you let your mind drift—to the days when he was still here, when he still walked beside you in the Mafia's underworld.

Back then, his coat was warm, not just from body heat, but from the quiet sense of security it carried, the lingering traces of a presence that once felt unshakable. Now, all that remains is the emptiness it fails to fill.

You slowly awaken to the mattress shifting, indicating another presence.

The sight of Dazai's face mere inches from yours greets you. His visible eye gleams with amusement—dark and enigmatic—as he studies you with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. His lips twitch into a teasing smile as he tilts his head slightly.

“[Your name]-chan?” His voice is soft, almost sing-song, but there's a familiar mischief laced in it.

A groan escapes you as you press a hand to his face, pushing him away. The warmth of his skin lingers on your palm until he catches your wrist, effortlessly removing your hand from his face. Rather than letting go, he squeezes it lightly.

You prepare to yank your hand back, but then his lips brush against your palm, making your breath hitch. He doesn't stop there—his mouth lingers, pressing featherlight kisses along your skin before gently sucking at the flesh.

Your brow arches, silently questioning him, but Dazai ignores it. His lips part slightly, his tongue barely grazing your skin, and heat creeps up your neck, turning your face crimson.

Feeling a sudden surge of boldness, you move, fluidly positioning yourself until Dazai is beneath you, his back pressed against the mattress. His eyes widen in surprise, lips parted as he gazes up at you, caught off guard by your sudden assertiveness.

You lean down, your body pressing flush against his, the fabric of your clothes rustling together. Your fingers find his messy curls, twirling them between your fingertips as you press a soft kiss to his cheek.

Dazai exhales a quiet laugh, but instead of teasing you, his arms snake around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer.

“I like you a lot, Dazai.” you gasp out, your heart pounding wildly in your chest.

Dazai's eyes sparkle with delight as his hand lifts to brush a stray strand of hair from your face. “Really?” His voice is soft, almost disbelieving, as if savoring the words on his tongue.

You nod breathlessly. He watches you, then dips his head, his breath warm against your skin.

Then, in the quiet, he whispers against your ear.

“I feel the same.”

You don't recall waking up, preparing, or—worse still—completing your mission. Now, you find yourself in an abandoned warehouse, surrounded by men armed with guns. What am I even doing here? 

A bitter mental sigh escapes you. Once again, it happened—the moment when you feel detached, as if you're no longer in control of your own actions.

The men shout at you, their voices rough and unyielding, hurling degrading insults and threats that fall like empty echoes around you. Their words hardly register, drowned out by the haunting memories swirling in your mind.

You long to lose yourself in that memory of Dazai. You crave the bittersweet comfort of being with him—a memory where he remains by your side, where happiness still lingers like a faint perfume.

You want nothing more than to be trapped in that suspended moment forever, a sanctuary from the relentless pain of your current reality.

But as you glance around at the hostile faces and the cold glint of metal, a voice inside you murmurs, I just... want to make it stop. I'm tired of carrying the pain.

Lowering your head, your eyes fix on the scarred ground below. In that moment of despair and defiance, you activate your ability: Preludes & Nocturnes. A rush of power pulses through you, the familiar, searing glow igniting behind your eyelids.

Your ability is evolving—you no longer need to lock eyes with your targets to command their minds. Merely sharing the same space is enough, though each use of this power gradually dulls your own vision.

What an inconvenient ability, you mutter bitterly, a wry smile tugging at the corners of your lips despite the gravity of the situation.

Your glowing red eyes zero in on the dazed, vacant stares of the armed men. With that small, resolute smile, you project an order that resonates with your unwavering resolve.

“Shoot me.”

The men, their bodies stiff and unnatural under the grip of your ability, raise their guns in unison. Cold, unfeeling eyes lock onto you, their fingers poised on the triggers. Your heart clenches, but you do nothing to stop them.

You take a slow breath, scanning their faces—empty vessels, puppets at your mercy. A hollow laugh threatens to bubble up, but you swallow it down. How ironic. Even now, when your life hangs by a thread, you are still the one in control.

And yet, you have never felt more powerless.

You close your eyes one last time and let the memories rise like ghosts from the depths of your mind. Your mother's gentle voice, your father's warm embrace—both now reduced to fading echoes in a world that no longer holds them.

You think of Dazai, his presence lingering like a shadow in the corners of your heart even after he walked away. You remember the missions you failed, the expectations you never met, and the weight of unworthiness pressing down on you like chains.

I am useless.

Unwanted.

A sharp sob forces its way past your lips, but you stifle it, biting down hard as hot tears slip free, streaking your cheeks. Your shoulders shake, your breath coming in uneven gasps. The warehouse is freezing, the cold seeping into your bones, wrapping around you like an unforgiving shroud.

It's dark.

And you're cold.

And you're alone.

I don't have anyone—

Your fingers tremble. You let your hands fall to your sides, surrendering to the crushing emptiness. You are ready to let go—to disappear into the abyss—when suddenly, a sharp sound cuts through the silence.

A blade slicing through flesh.

A rush of wind.

The sickening thud of bodies hitting the concrete.

Your eyes snap open, a soft gasp escaping your lips. The acrid scent of blood floods your senses as your gaze falls upon the scene before you. The men—your puppets—are now nothing more than lifeless, dismembered husks, their blood pooling thick and dark beneath them. The metallic stench clings to the air, suffocating.

You take a shaky step backward. Slowly, you turn—

And from the shadows, he emerges.

Akutagawa.

His figure is a blur of darkness against the dim warehouse lights, his long coat trailing behind him like a phantom. He moves with slow, deliberate steps, his face, pale as death, is unreadable, save for the quiet, cold fury burning in his dark eyes.

Cough, cough. His body trembles with the force of his coughs, but he remains composed, his piercing gaze locking onto yours.

Your breath hitches. “Akutagawa-kun..?”

Akutagawa's stare doesn't waver. “Committing suicide without putting up much of a fight?” His voice is as sharp as the blade he wields, laced with thinly veiled disdain. “How noble.”

The mockery in his tone stings more than you expect. Shame crawls up your throat, and you lower your head even further, staring at the bloodied ground.

“What are you doing here?”

“I happened to pass by.” His response is clipped, dismissive, as if your near-death meant nothing more than an inconvenience. Without another word, he turns away, already ready to leave.

Your hands curl into fists at your sides; his silhouette fades into the darkness, and the air around you suddenly feels colder.

What the hell?

The cold winter air bites at your cheeks as you trudge along the street, and neither the scarf around your neck nor your coat offers enough protection against the biting chill. Each exhale sends puffs of smoke into the frigid air, a visual echo of the numbness that has settled in your heart.

The vibrant Christmas decorations that adorn the storefronts and lampposts cast a magical, cozy glow over the street, yet you feel dead inside—unable to appreciate even the smallest sparks of warmth.

A Ducati Panigale roars to a stop right in front of you, its engine purring like a predator's low growl. You sidestep it without a glance, lost in your thoughts and the cold haze of isolation.

Unbeknownst to you, footsteps approach swiftly from behind, and a gloved hand gently seizes your arm, halting you in your tracks.

You flinch violently, your heart pounding in your ears, and you whip around to confront the unexpected touch. Your eyes widen as you take in the familiar figure, the concern etched on his face softening his usual stern features.

Swallowing hard, you manage a trembling, “Chuuya-kun...”

Chuuya's expression shifts to one of quiet relief as he releases your arm and offers a gentle, “Hey.” His voice is low and careful, a stark contrast to the chaos of your inner world.

A small smile tugs at your lips as you offer a curt bow—a mix of apology and habit—before turning away to continue your walk. The click of his tongue follows you as he trails after, his presence a silent insistence not to let you slip further away.

“You're busy?” he asks. He knows, of course; he knows you're avoiding him.

You nod absently, “Yes... I'm busy.”

He arches a brow. “What's with the sudden formal tone? Did you hit your head?”

You nod again, almost imperceptibly, as if the gesture carries the weight of resignation. “Yes.”

Chuuya pauses, his steps halting momentarily, but you continue onward, lost in the labyrinth of your own thoughts. The bustling street, with its shimmering lights and vibrant life, seems to blur into insignificance as you drift in your head.

Before you know it, as you cross the street without watching, a car barrels toward you. In a split second, Chuuya curses under his breath and yanks your arm hard, preventing the impending impact.

“What the fuck!” he curses, his tone harsh and edged with panic.

You startle, glancing at him with wide, frightened eyes. His blue gaze burns into you, intense and unyielding. You lower your eyes, muttering, “I'm sorry...”

His grip tightens, and he drags you back with an urgency that brooks no argument. You struggle to match his pace, your heart pounding with fear and the rush of adrenaline.

“Chuuya-kun...?” you try to plead, your voice trembling.

“Shut up and just come with me,” he snaps.

Desperation flares in you as you shake your head, trying to yank your arm free. “I'm sorry but I need to—”

Before you can finish, he silences you with determined resolve, dragging you toward his waiting motorcycle. Reaching into a compartment, he retrieves a helmet and gently places it over your head, the cool plastic a small comfort against the overwhelming storm of emotions.

“What are you doing?” you ask, confusion mingling with a spark of hope as you look up into his determined eyes.

Chuuya leans in, his gloved hand firm as he grips your waist, guiding you to settle onto the motorcycle's seat. He mounts the bike and revs the engine, the sound echoing off the empty streets.

“Chuuya-kun...” you start to protest as the motorcycle lurches forward, and you yelp, instinctively wrapping your arm around his waist to steady yourself. “Slow... down!”

He pays no heed, accelerating into the night. The world around you transforms into a blurred canvas of streetlights and passing buildings, the biting wind whipping past the helmet as it tugs at your hair.

The sensation is exhilarating—a reckless, freeing rush that carries you both back in time.

Memories surge like a warm current against the cold. You recall a day, years ago, when the two of you ventured to an aquarium, the world outside fading into insignificance amid shared laughter.

On the way there, Chuuya's impatience drove him to use his uncanny ability to leap across buildings in a daring shortcut. That vibrant, life-filled memory brings a soft smile to your lips, and a quiet chuckle escapes you.

For a brief instant, the present recedes, transporting you back to a time when everything seemed possible—when you weren't alone in the cold, dark night.

The motorcycle comes to a stop with a low rumble, and you dismount, slowly peeling off the helmet. Chuuya turns off the engine, the sudden silence mingling with the distant hum of the city.

You find yourself on a high overlook, where the sprawling city of Yokohama unfolds beneath you—its lights glittering like scattered stars, the port bustling with activity, cruises drifting by, and the iconic Cosmo Clock 21 looming in the distance.

For a moment, the breathtaking view is almost enough to still the storm inside you. Almost. You stand transfixed, your eyes locked on the glittering panorama, lost in a mixture of wonder and melancholy.

Chuuya steals a sidelong glance at you, his gaze falling on your trembling hands—the slight shiver betraying the cold. With a quiet sigh, he removes his gloves and reaches for you, his touch firm yet gentle as he grips your hands.

You turn away from the dazzling view to look at him. In that quiet, suspended moment, you watch with surprise as he carefully pulls his gloves back on, the fabric now wrapping your hands in a warmth that begins to chase away the biting chill.

It's a rare sight—Chuuya, who is always clad in gloves, now showing his bare hands in this subtle act of care.

“How about you?” you ask softly, meeting his eyes with tentative curiosity.

Chuuya shakes his head, tucking his hands into his pockets in a habitual gesture of nonchalance. You glance down at your own gloved hands, still tingling with the newfound warmth.

“Thank you, Chuuya-kun...”

He grunts in acknowledgment, his eyes fixed once more on the luminous cityscape before you. Slowly, you let your gaze drift back to the panoramic view, letting the silence wrap around you both.

After a few heartbeats, Chuuya shifts his position and steps closer, so that he stands directly behind you.

You feel his arms wrap securely around your waist, pulling you close. The contact is sudden, and your back presses against his steady chest.

Startled, you lean back slightly to meet his eyes, your expression a mixture of surprise and confusion.

Chuuya's gaze holds yours, silent and unreadable for a long, breathless moment. A soft flush colors your cheeks as you avert your eyes, uncertain of what is unfolding between you.

“How are you? We haven't seen each other in such a long time.” he finally asks.

You stammer, “I'm... I'm great... thank you for asking. And you?”

He hums—a sound that vibrates with hidden meaning—before replying simply, “Same.” His grip tightens slightly, and you let out a small squeak as he pulls you even closer, pressing you more firmly against him.

“Um, Chuuya-kun...” you begin, but he shushes you by gently leaning his head against yours.

The sensation is overwhelming—his warm breath tickles your ear, sending a jolt of heat through your body. Your face burns a deep crimson as you shut your eyes tight, caught between embarrassment and a reluctant comfort.

“Chuuya-kun...” you try once more, your voice barely audible.

He tilts his head. “Hm?” he murmurs.

“You're... you're too close...” you gasp, the admission hanging in the air as your cheeks grow even redder.

“Oh,” he replies softly, yet he makes no move to give you space.

Your heart races wildly, thumping against your ribcage as the cold night seems to fade away in the warmth of his presence.

In this fleeting instant, everything else—every hurt, every memory—dissolves into the quiet intimacy between you.

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The ceiling stares back at you, empty and indifferent, while your mind swirls with everything that happened earlier. Sleep refuses to come, chased away by the memory of warm arms wrapped tightly around your waist, the firm press of a rhythmic heartbeat against your back.

Your breath hitches as you squeeze your eyes shut, willing the intrusive thoughts away—but the memory rushes in.

Chuuya's embrace had been silent, steady. Too intimate. Too close. As if he's trying to absorb all the pain that you've been carrying alone for a long time.

Your heart had been a frantic drum against your ribs, but you'd feigned indifference, forcing yourself to stay still as if the closeness didn't make you dizzy.

But it did. It absolutely did.

And worse—he hadn't said a word. Not a single one.

While you'd been desperately scrambling for something—anything—to break the silence, Chuuya had simply held you, unwavering. His lack of words had been deafening, louder than any confession, more searing than any spoken comfort.

What should I do? What should I say? 

You had screamed internally, panicking as your mind spiraled in every possible direction.

“....Chuuya-kun...”

You had whispered his name before you could stop yourself. Soft. Tentative. A question wrapped in hesitation.

He hadn't answered.

So you had turned—just slightly—just enough to steal a glance over your shoulder, only to be caught in the depths of blue eyes already watching you.

A strange warmth bloomed in your chest, spreading like a slow, unfamiliar fire. It made you feel lightheaded, like you weren't sure whether to lean in or pull away.

Your gaze had instinctively dropped to his lips before flickering back to his eyes—barely a second, but he had caught it. Had seen it.

And he had taken it as an answer.

The kiss had been soft. Devastatingly soft.

A brush of lips, just a fleeting touch yet undeniably consuming. Like a whisper of something dangerous, something fragile, something that could ruin you in the best possible way. It had stolen the air from your lungs, left you suspended between reality and something far more perilous.

“[Your name].”

Your eyes snap open, breath coming in short, uneven bursts. A feverish heat rushes to your face, spreading down your neck, blooming across your skin like wildfire.

“What the hell?!” you yelp, grabbing your pillow and burying your burning face into it.

You roll onto your side, then your stomach, then back again, twisting the sheets into a mess as you kick your feet against the mattress.

“Why did I—why did we—why did he—?! Ugh!!”

Your mind races in circles, an endless loop of confusion and mortification.

This isn't fair. The memory of his kiss is still there—still pressed against your lips, still echoing in the rapid pulse beneath your skin.

And the worst part?

You don't know if you want to forget it at all.

You groan into the pillow, your entire body curling in on itself. The heat in your chest refuses to fade, fluttering stubbornly no matter how much you try to push it down.

You run a hand through your hair, exhaling shakily. “Okay, [Your name]... calm down. It's nothing. It's fine. Totally fine.” Even so, your racing heartbeat tells you otherwise.

Morning comes too soon, the golden light seeping through the curtains like an unwelcome guest. You blink at the ceiling, the weight of sleeplessness sinking deep into your bones.

You haven't slept—not even for a moment.

With a quiet sigh, you force yourself to sit up, your body protesting the movement. The air is cool against your skin, and your gaze falls to the floor. Dazai's coat lies there, crumpled and untouched—a silent ghost of his presence.

Your fingers twitch, tempted to reach for it—to run your hands over the fabric that once draped over his shoulders, to pull it close and breathe in whatever lingering trace of him remains.

But you don't.

Instead, you take a deep breath and steel yourself, pushing away the gloom threatening to drag you down.

You refuse to let the hurt consume you.

Not today.

Even just for today... you want to forget about Dazai.

Nodding to yourself, you stand and make your way to the bathroom, the cold tiles grounding you as you wash away the fatigue clinging to your skin.

When you leave your room, you wander aimlessly through the headquarters, hoping for a distraction—maybe a mission, something to pull you out of your own head. However, the day is slow, silent. There's nothing.

So, you walk.

Yokohama's streets stretch before you like an old, familiar melody. The bustling crowds, the scent of coffee drifting from small cafés, the distant honking of cars—it's comforting in a way you can't quite explain.

As you move through the city, nostalgia tugs at your heart, pulling you back to a time when wandering these very streets had been an adventure.

When you were fourteen.

When Dazai had been by your side.

A faint, wistful smile touches your lips as you glance up at the sky—vast and endless, a brilliant shade of blue. It looks the same as it did back then, untouched by time, unaware of how much has changed.

You've never let yourself think about it before, but now, the question slips into your mind before you can stop it.

How is Dazai doing?

For months—no, for over a year—you've been trapped in your own grief, drowning in the hollow space he left behind when he walked away from the Mafia.

You step onto the crosswalk, the world moving around you in a blur. Your mind drifts again, circling back to the one thing you swore you wouldn't think about today.

Dazai.

Though time has passed, he still lingers—just like his coat on your floor, just like the memories etched into the streets of Yokohama.

And no matter how far you walk, you can't seem to leave him behind.

The winter air bites at your skin, but the warmth of the chocolate drink in your hands offers a small comfort. You take a slow sip, letting the rich sweetness melt on your tongue.

Then, something stirs within you—an uncontrollable compulsion pulling you in a direction you can't quite explain. You glance up.

Your breath catches in your throat.

Blue.

Your eyes widen, your pulse stuttering.

Before you can even think, your body moves on its own—turning, stepping back, then pivoting completely as you break into a brisk walk in the opposite direction.

What am I doing?!

Your thoughts tumble into chaos, colliding with one another as your pace quickens. Where are you even going? Why are you running? Your grip tightens around the cup in your hands, fingers trembling slightly.

“[Your name], wait!”

The voice—his voice—cuts through the crowd, clear and urgent.

Chuuya.

You don't look back. You can't.

Because if you do, everything from last night will come rushing back.

His lips on yours.

The way he looked at you.

A fresh wave of heat surges to your cheeks, and you bite your tongue, forcing back the frustrated scream threatening to spill out. Your legs move faster, weaving through the sea of people, your only focus on escaping before he—

“Shit—[Your name]!”

He's still following you. His voice grows louder, laced with frustration. He's getting closer.

You force yourself to gulp down the rest of your drink, the liquid still scalding hot as it burns down your throat. Grimacing, you crush the empty cup in your palm, eyes darting around as if searching for a trash bin. But really, you're just stalling. Desperately trying to disappear into the crowd before he—

A hand darts out, gripping your wrist firmly.

You freeze.

Every muscle locks into place, your breath snagging in your chest. Slowly, hesitantly, you turn your head, heart hammering so hard it echoes in your ears.

Chuuya stands before you, his breathing slightly uneven from chasing after you.

His blue eyes—sharp, searching, impossibly intense—bore into yours.

Your lips twitch into an awkward smile, though you can already feel the nervousness bleeding through. “Oh, Chuuya-kun!” you blurt out, pretending to be surprised. “What a coincidence!”

His scowl deepens.

“Were you trying to run away from me?”

You shake your head far too quickly, the denial spilling from your lips almost as soon as you realize what you're saying. “No! No, silly! Why would I do that?”

Chuuya doesn't look convinced. His gaze flickers to your still-trembling hand, his brow arching skeptically.

For a moment, he says nothing.

Then, after a minute that stretches unbearably, he exhales sharply through his nose and—slowly, almost reluctantly—releases your wrist.

You force yourself to exhale too, shoulders tense, hardly daring to move.

But even though he's let go...

That piercing gaze of his still refuses to leave you.

And you're not sure which feels more suffocating—the grip on your wrist, or the weight of everything unspoken between you.

You tear your gaze away from his and bring the crumpled chocolate cup to your lips, pretending at nonchalance. The moment the rim touches your mouth, realization crashes down on you—you already finished the drink while trying to escape earlier.

There's nothing left.

Not even a drop.

The silence that follows is deafening.

Crimson floods your face, creeping up from your neck to the tips of your ears. You go still, hand hovering midair, and then—without thinking—you squeeze your eyes shut and crouch down, burying your face in your palms.

Fuck!!!!

Chuuya says nothing at first. You don't dare to look up, yet you can feel his stare—bewildered, incredulous, and probably holding back laughter.

You groan loudly, pressing your hands tighter against your burning face. If the world has any mercy, it would end right now. Or at least let the ground open up and swallow you whole.

“[Your name].”

You stiffen at the sound of his voice, muffled against your own palms. “Hm?” You refuse to uncover your face.

A pause.

“Are you all right?”

You shake your head furiously, gripping the empty cup so hard it crinkles under your fingers.

Chuuya releases a soft sigh, and then you hear him move. A faint rustle of fabric, the shift of his weight.

He crouches down beside you.

You peek slightly through your fingers, only to see him tilting his head, observing you with thinly concealed amusement. His eyes drift downward, catching sight of your trembling shoulders, the red tips of your ears.

A chuckle rumbles from his throat as his fingers gently wrap around your wrists, prying them away from your face.

You freeze entirely, breath hitching in your throat as he lowers your hands, forcing you to meet his gaze. The smirk tugging at his lips is infuriatingly smug.

“Dummy.” he murmurs.

You purse your lips, huffing as you turn your face away. “Don't call me that...”

Chuuya places both hands on your cheeks, squishing them together. Your lips pucker involuntarily, and you groan in protest, your voice coming out distorted.

“Come with me,”

“Wh-ur?” you mumble, struggling against his grip.

His smirk deepens. “Mission.”

“Huh?” You blink, trying to process his words, but he's already tugging you along.

The journey to his so-called “mission” is anything but smooth. You complain the entire way, dragging your feet dramatically, your grip slipping uselessly against his gloved hand. “I don't wanna go!” you whine, trying to pry yourself free, but it's hopeless. Chuuya's grip is firm. Even without his ability, he's strong—frustratingly so.

“Stop struggling.” he drawls, barely even sparing you a glance as he leads you through the crowded streets.

You scowl, digging your heels into the pavement, but he tugs you forward effortlessly, as if you weigh nothing at all.

“So, what's this mission about?” you grumble, shooting him a glare.

Chuuya hums, his thumb absently brushing against your knuckles. “You believe that? It's not really a mission, [Your name].”

Your brows furrow, and you slow your steps. “What?”

He stops abruptly in front of a restaurant, the warm glow of the lanterns bathing his face in a soft amber light. You glance up at the elegant signage. 

Sky Lounge Sirius.

Chuuya doesn't say anything—just turns to you with a small, knowing smirk.

“This is...”

“You haven't eaten breakfast, right?” he says, pulling you inside the restaurant with him.

The warmth of the establishment contrasts with the winter morning air outside. The scent of fresh bread and sizzling meat fills your nostrils, mingling with the faint traces of coffee and spices. The low murmur of conversation hums in the background, punctuated by the occasional clatter of dishes.

You press your lips into a thin line, staring at his back as he leads the way. There's a calm assurance to him, a resolute confidence in the way he moves. Wordlessly, you squeeze his hand. Though you don't see it, with his back to you, a small smile tugs at the corners of Chuuya's lips.

You spend the day together, slipping into an easy rhythm as you chatter about anything and everything—missions, your daily routines, your habits. Chuuya listens, offering the occasional nod or chuckle, and when you demand he share something about himself, he indulges you with bits and pieces of his day. His voice is constant, reassuring, grounding.

The time you once spent alone, drowning in thoughts of Dazai's absence, is now filled with Chuuya's presence. Silence has been replaced by conversation, emptiness by the warmth of companionship.

The missions Mori assigns you feel less like an insult and more like a challenge—simplistic as they may be compared to your past assignments, you push yourself to improve.

You refuse to stagnate, refuse to be seen as anything less than capable, determined to reclaim your place as a sub-executive in the organization.

When Chuuya is away, tied up in his own demanding schedule as an executive, you dedicate yourself to honing your skills. Training fills the gaps in your days—sharpening your combat abilities, refining your reflexes, meditating to maintain control over your ability, ensuring that your mind remains a fortress against unwanted intrusion. Your ability—to manipulate the minds of others—demands precision. Clarity. Discipline.

Upon his return, the two of you fall back into the comfort of each other's company.

Tonight is no different.

Chuuya hovers above you, his breath hot against your lips. His mouth moves against yours while your arms wind around his neck, pulling him closer. His hair is damp from a recent shower, strands clinging to his forehead. When he pulls away, his blue eyes are bright.

You chuckle. “What is it? You seem to be in a good mood.”

He leans into your touch, letting out a soft breath. “You cleaned your room.”

You blink, momentarily thrown off. “The heck? I always clean my—”

He silences you with another kiss, gentler this time, before pulling back. “I mean, Dazai's coats aren't scattered across the floor anymore.”

“Oh, that?” A slow grin spreads across your face. “I returned them to his office—since the boss still keeps it open. Why?”

Chuuya stares at you, then shakes his head and buries his face in the crook of your neck. “Nothing.”

Your fingers trace idle patterns along his back, your other hand gently threading through his hair.

The silence stretches, comfortable in its quiet intimacy. After a beat, your voice drops to a whisper. “Chuuya-kun...?”

“Hm?”

You're hesitant to voice the question that once lingered between you and Dazai, unspoken yet heavy on your tongue. Your fingers tighten against Chuuya's back, seeking something solid, something real.

You want reassurance—not through fleeting touches or wordless gestures, but through certainty, spoken aloud.

“What are we?” The words escape before you can stop them, small and uncertain.

“What do you mean?”

“This... what we've been doing... what should we call it?”

He lifts his head, meeting your gaze with an unreadable expression. “What do you want to call it?”

You purse your lips, thinking. The answer doesn't come easily. “I... I don't know.”

He presses a hand to your head, ruffling your hair. “I'm fine with anything. You're here with me—that's enough for me.”

Your breath quivers, your cheeks heating up. “Okay...” You hug him tightly, burying your face in his shoulder. “Okay.”

Chuuya's voice, deep and certain, vibrates against your skin. “You're mine, [Your name]. I'll call it that.”

The weight of his words settles in your chest. There's no hesitation, no uncertainty—just Chuuya, staking his claim in a way that is entirely him. No flowery promises, no poetic declarations, just raw, quiet possession.

A slow, tender smile spreads across your lips. “Then I'm yours, Chuuya.”

You don't give him a chance to respond. Instead, you press your lips against his—deep and deliberate—pouring every quiet surrender into the kiss. You feel the way he melts into you.

“I'm all yours.”

Three years later.

The lowest-ranking member of the Port Mafia has risen to the status of an executive.

Your missions are no longer shared. You handle them alone—and you succeed every time. Your name carries weight now, whispered with both admiration and fear. The organization recognizes your worth. Mori sees your resolve.

New faces have come and gone, but a few have captured your attention.

Kyouka Izumi, a fourteen-year-old assassin, is one of them. She is Koyou's favorite—a quiet, deadly girl with a past soaked in tragedy. You've seen the way she moves, her steps light as a feather yet precise as a blade. Her ability, Demon Snow, is both her weapon and her curse, the very thing that stole her parents from her.

She hardly speaks, her voice barely above a whisper when she does, and her gaze—cold, vacant—reminds you of a porcelain doll. Empty but brimming with a silent, murderous intent. Still, there is something else beneath that carefully constructed shell, something fragile, something searching.

There's also Kajii Motojirou—loud, eccentric, and utterly insufferable. You took to calling him Lemon Idiot early on, a name that stuck no matter how many times he dramatically protested.

His ability, Lemonade, makes him impervious to the very bombs he creates—small, bright yellow explosives shaped like lemons. He is obsessed with science, constantly rambling about chemical reactions, detonations, and experiments you have neither the time nor patience for.

More often than not, you and Chuuya ignore him, yet he persists, trailing after you like a stray, eager to share his latest brilliant discovery.

Higuchi Ichiyō is another presence in your life—sharp, determined, and fiercely loyal to Akutagawa. You see the way her gaze lingers on him, how her every action seems driven by the need to prove herself to him. There's an intensity to her devotion, bordering on obsession.

However, despite her fixation, she is easy to talk to.

Over time, the two of you form an unlikely friendship, often spending your free hours together—sharing drinks and trading stories of past missions.

And then there's Chuuya.

It has been months since you last saw him. He is stationed in the West, quelling rebellions, crushing uprisings, and dealing with conflicts shrouded in secrecy. The distance between you is vast, but your paths remain intertwined.

Now, in the present, the Port Mafia has a single objective.

A seven-billion bounty has been placed on a boy's head—a weretiger named Nakajima Atsushi.

Akutagawa is the one leading the operation, while you are assigned to a different mission.

The mission keeps you occupied for weeks, a blur of orders, bloodshed, and ruthless efficiency. By the time you return to headquarters, exhaustion clings to your bones, but the moment you step through the doors, murmurs reach your ears—Chuuya is back.

The news sends a thrill through you, breaking through the fatigue like a spark to dry tinder. A soft hum escapes your lips as you walk through the corridors, a melody you barely register. Excitement bubbles beneath your skin, threatening to spill into a giggle, but you swallow it down, maintaining your composure.

Subordinates greet you as you pass, dipping their heads in deference. You return the gestures with a smile, a rare warmth gracing your features. The thought of seeing Chuuya again, of hearing his voice, of—

A hand shoots out from the shadows, fingers curling around your wrist. You scarcely have time to react before you're yanked behind the heavy door of a communications storage room. The dim light flickers overhead as your back collides with the cool metal shelves, a sharp gasp tearing from your lips—only to be swallowed by another's mouth pressing hungrily against yours.

Your eyes widen. The kiss is rough, demanding—lips crashing, breath stolen. You push against the figure's chest, attempting to create distance, only for them to cage you in further, body molding against yours with an unrelenting force.

A groan slips past your lips. Your mind races.

Chuuya-kun? 

You reach out, fingers brushing against a wrist, expecting the familiar heat of skin and the smooth press of leather gloves.

Instead, bandages scrape against your fingertips.

Your entire body locks up.

Cold dread sinks its claws into you, wrapping around your ribs, squeezing until your breath stutters. The rapid hammering of your heart drowns out every other sound, blood roaring in your ears like a storm.

Your lungs burn, starved of air, but you can't move, can't even think past the realization slamming into you.

He pulls back just enough for your vision to clear, and you meet dark brown eyes—deep, endless, and entirely too familiar.

A slow, knowing smile curves his lips, sending ice trickling down your spine.

“[Your name]-chan.”

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You're still trying to catch your breath, but it's no use. The ground seems to sway beneath your feet, your knees buckling as violent tremors wrack your body. Your hands shake uncontrollably at your sides, fingers curling into trembling fists.

Dazai.

It's Dazai.

Hot tears spill from your eyes, blurring the figure standing before you into a vague, distorted smear. You blink rapidly, desperate to clear your vision, but they only come faster—unstoppable—like a dam finally burst after years of pressure.

“Dazai...?”

The man standing beneath the dim, flickering light lifts his chin, letting the shadows slip off his face. Dark brown eyes—soft, almost mournful—hold yours. You notice the subtle details now: both of his eyes are uncovered, the familiar bandages missing from the right side of his face, and instead of the black coat you remember, he's wearing a lighter, tan one that looks almost too clean, too civilized for him.

Everything about him feels wrong. Disjointed. Like staring at a painting you once loved, only to realize the bold, vivid colors have been washed into something muted and unfamiliar.

You stumble back a step, pulse hammering like a warning drum in your chest, breathing coming in shuddering inhales.

Dazai's lips quirk into a slow grin. He opens his mouth to speak—

And you do what countless women have done the moment they uncovered the truth about Dazai Osamu—the charming lies, the vanishing acts, the infidelity. Only in your case, it isn't just about betrayal. It's about the void he left behind, the pieces of yourself you had to gather in silence, the ache of loving someone who made a habit of disappearing. It's about the apologies that never came, the years you spent wondering if he was alive, or worse, if he simply didn't care.

Your body moves before your mind can fully catch up.

The sharp crack of your hand meeting his cheek shatters the stagnant air between you. His head snaps to the side under the force of the blow, brown hair falling messily across his face.

“You bastard...” you choke out, the force of your sobs shaking you to the core. “How could you...?”

Dazai exhales through his nose. His cheek blooms with a vivid red, but his expression is inscrutable—neither angry nor apologetic.

“Listen—”

You don't let him finish. Rage surges up, white-hot and blinding.

“Listen? Listen to what, you fucking asshole?!” you scream, punctuating your words with a shove to his chest. He rocks back a half step but doesn't resist, merely standing there, absorbing your anger.

Tears blur your sight, though you see the flicker of something in his eyes—a flicker you refuse to care about.

“After everything you've done, you think I'm just going to stand here and listen?!” Your fists hammer against him again, weaker now, fueled by despair more than fury.

He reaches for you as if approaching a wounded animal. “[Your name]-chan—”

You slap his hand away violently, your voice cracking into a scream. “Don't you dare touch me!”

For a minute, he says nothing. His gaze shifts downward, his mouth pressing into a thin line.

“I'm here because—” he begins, quieter this time.

You cut him off, spitting the words with venom. “Because you need to steal more information, right? Because you can't help but take and take, even after you destroyed everything!”

Dazai's jaw tightens. He turns to face you fully, dark eyes glinting with a spark of irritation now. “Chuuya told me the information I needed is stored here.” he bites out, voice clipped.

The mere mention of Chuuya's name freezes you mid-breath.

“He... he did?” The fight drains from your posture, leaving you standing there, vulnerable.

Of course, Dazai catches it. He always did know where to strike deepest.

“Yup. He did.” He steps closer, close enough that you can see the faint dark circles under his eyes, the tiredness he hides behind that infuriating smile.

“And I heard you and Chuuya are... a thing now.” His proximity is suffocating. The heat from his body presses against yours, too close, too familiar—reminding you of moments you wish you could forget.

You jut your chin out, defiant despite the tears still slipping down your cheeks. “That's right,” you snap. “What about it?”

Dazai tilts his head to the side, an ironic show of innocence, though his eyes gleam with a meaner, more dangerous light. His fingers drum lazily against his thigh, as if he's thinking—calculating.

Then, he speaks, and every word feels like a knife to the gut.

“I see you've made a hobby of passing yourself around,” he muses aloud, his tone almost casual. “Who's next after Chuuya, I wonder? Akutagawa-kun? Mori-san?”

The blood drains from your face.

Your arm swings, aiming to slap him again—but this time, he snatches your hand midair with a swift, crushing grip. His fingers wrap tightly around you, the bandages rough against your skin.

He yanks you until your faces are mere inches apart.

“Chuuya really does have a thing for leftovers,” he whispers against your lips, voice smooth as poison. “How predictable. Especially leftovers that were never fully his to begin with.”

Your heart rams into your ribs, so loud you can hear it roaring in your ears.

He stares at you—through you—with an expression you can't decipher. And all you can do is stand there, caught in the gravitational pull of a man who should have been nothing more than a ghost from your past.

You storm down the hallway, each step loud, unsteady, furious. Your face scalds with humiliation and rage, and your hands are balled so tightly into fists your nails dig crescent moons into your palms. The second you reach your room, you slam the door behind you, the echo reverberating through the walls like a gunshot. The sound does nothing to soothe the hurricane inside you.

Straight to the bathroom. You don't pause.

The mirror greets you with a reflection you barely recognize—eyes blown wide, gleaming crimson with unspoken fury, cheeks still blotched red. You look like a disaster barely held together by fabric and breath.

“Fuck.” you hiss, the word slicing through clenched teeth. Your eyes fall shut, lashes trembling as you try to regain control of your breathing. Anger churns inside you like acid.

That bastard.

Your fingers twitch against the cold porcelain sink, itching with the urge to throw something, break something—him, preferably.

It hits you again—the memory, vivid and vile. You can still feel him. His mouth on yours, his tongue insistent, his teeth grazing your skin like a threat. The phantom heat of his touch lingers, crawling over your skin like wildfire.

Shrugging off your black coat, you roll up the sleeves of your white dress shirt with jerky, impatient movements. Your arms are littered with bruised kisses and angry bite marks, red and raw. Some are subtle—teasing impressions barely visible on your skin—but others are deep, almost cruel in their clarity. Like he wanted to brand you.

You lift your hair, fingers sweeping back the strands clinging to your damp skin—and then you freeze.

Your neck. God, your neck.

It's a warzone of bruises, swelling marks trailing down your throat like a trail of possession. You stare, horrified. He hadn't just touched you—he claimed you. In the ugliest, most arrogant way imaginable.

“That fucking bastard...”

Your grip on the sink tightens, knuckles whitening. The scene replays itself, unbidden, like bile rising in your throat.

The storage room. That smothering space where you tackled Dazai to the floor, teeth gritted, intent on landing a punch—because slapping him clearly wasn't enough after that disgusting line about Chuuya. About you.

And he... he laughed.

Even as you cursed, as you fought, Dazai had the gall to grin—that obnoxious expression—before rolling you under him like it was some kind of game. Your protests only seemed to spur him on. The more you fought, the more he wanted to win.

You groan and collapse to the cold tile floor. Your legs give way, trembling with exhaustion. With vehemence, you bury your face in your hands, trying to block it all out—the memory, the heat still lingering on your skin, his voice echoing inside your skull.

Shame prickles down your spine. You don't cry. Not for him. Not for this.

But your body shakes regardless, curled in on itself like a shield that can't protect you from the way he's still there, under your skin, in your blood.

The twist of the knife?

You're not even sure which part hurts more—his words...
Or the fact that some part of you still let him touch you after.

You spend the rest of the day confined in your room, your eyes gradually returning to their normal color. Hugging a pillow tightly to your chest, you let out a sigh, willing yourself to fall asleep.

A soft touch ruffles your hair. Your eyes fly open.

You hadn't realized you'd drifted off. The room is cloaked in darkness now, except for the dim shimmer of Yokohama's distant city lights leaking through the window.

“What... Chuuya-kun...?” you rasp, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

Chuuya hums in response. He's lying beside you, head propped on one hand, watching you closely.

You turn to face him.

His gaze lingers on your neck, and you freeze. You curse silently—there's no hiding it now.

“Chuuya-kun,” you start, but he cuts you off.

“So, Dazai really did come for you, huh?”

“He was on the second floor. Why... why did you send him there?”

Chuuya drops his hand and flops onto his back, eyes fixed on the ceiling. “That suicidal bastard got himself captured on purpose. Something about that seven billion bounty shit.”

You reach out, gently brushing your fingers against his face. He turns his head, his blue eyes meeting yours. “Chuuya-kun, I—”

“I know.” He moves, now hovering above you, careful. “I know, [Your name]. You don't have to explain yourself.”

You press your lips together. “I'll be honest... Sometimes... I don't even understand myself. I'm already twenty-two, and I still...”

Chuuya frowns. “Your age has nothing to do with it. There's no deadline for figuring yourself out. It's not a race.”

“But when it comes to Dazai...” Your voice falters. “I hate him... I really do...”

He studies you, eyes narrowing, then buries his face into your shoulder. His voice comes out muffled. “You spent a long time with him. Everyone knew it. You two were inseparable. I knew from the beginning—I never stood a chance.”

“Chuuya—”

“Your heart... it always belonged to him. To Dazai.”

You shake your head, tears welling in your eyes. “That was the past, Chuuya-kun. I like you. I like you a lot.”

Chuuya bites his lip, a shadow of frustration passing over in his face. “[Your name]—”

Before he can finish, you push him down, surprising him. You're on top of him now, straddling his hips, eyes burning into his.

“I know exactly how I feel! Don't you dare try to tell me otherwise. I did love Dazai—yes. But that was then. This is now.”

“You're still terrible at being honest with yourself, you know that?”

You lean down, lips brushing his neck as you murmur, “I hate you.”

You press your body flush against his, lips moving deliberately across his skin. Chuuya shifts beneath you, a sharp inhale escaping him. His gloved hands tighten on your hips.

You skip through the bustling streets of Yokohama, a warm crepe in one hand. The city hums around you—crowds chatter, neon signs flicker, traffic drones like a distant sea—but you're in your own world, lost in the lingering warmth of last night.

It's been so long since you and Chuuya had a moment to yourselves. With your separate missions and responsibilities as executives, intimacy had become a rare luxury. But last night... last night had made up for every second lost.

A giddy giggle escapes your lips. Oh, Chuuya—

“Wow~ someone's in a suspiciously good mood. I'm almost jealous.” a voice coos right beside your ear.

Your entire body tenses. Instinct kicks in.

In a blur, your free hand flies to the knife strapped to your thigh. The crepe nearly falls as you spin, blade slicing through the air toward the source of the voice.

A metallic hiss cuts through the wind.

“Whoops! Still as aggressive as ever, huh?” comes the lazy drawl, a familiar one that makes your blood boil.

You whip around, knife at the ready, only to find Dazai Osamu standing there with his usual shit-eating grin—hands in his pockets.

“What the hell, Dazai?” you snarl.

He tip his head, feigning naivety. “Heya, [Your name]-chan. Missed me?”

You roll your eyes and immediately turn on your heel, storming off before you do something you'll regret in public.

He sighs dramatically and trails after you. “So~ great weather we're having today, huh?” he chirps, shoving his hands deeper into his pockets like he hasn't just been nearly stabbed.

You don't bother responding.

“This feels nostalgic, doesn't it? Reminds me of the old days.” he adds casually.

Still, you remain silent.

Dazai leans in a little. “What had you all smiley back there, anyway?”

You blow out a breath, clearly annoyed. “Chuuya-kun,” you reply flatly. “I was thinking about what happened between him and me last night.”

That stops him cold.

You don't look back. You don't need to. You can practically feel the shift in his expression behind you.

After a long pause, he inhales slowly and catches up again. “Ah, is that so?” His voice is light, though something darker slips underneath. “Man, I'm jealous.”

You ignore him.

A beat passes. In that maddeningly smug tone, he snickers, “Ah... to be Chuuya. Must be real nice—getting front row seats to all those sweet little noises you make when you think no one's listening.”

Your body goes still.

Your heart skips a beat, your blood freezes, ignites into a flare of rage. You pivot, eyes blazing, glaring up at him like you could kill him with a look alone.

He just smiles, sly and unbothered.

“What? It's true,” Dazai drawls, voice lilting with mock sincerity. “Those pretty noises of yours, [Your name]-chan—they're my absolute favorite. Especially when you're about to—”

“Get the fuck out of my sight, Dazai, or you'll regret it.” you grit out.

Dazai still follows, undeterred. “I'm serious. I'm jealous. Really, really, really jealous of Chuuya.” he whines, drawing out each word.

You count your breaths. One. Two. You're so close to punching him.

“Hmm... what should I do?” he grumbles next, so softly you nearly miss it.

You almost stop walking. His tone changes—low, taut, and dripping with malice. It's the sound of a predator losing patience.

Then, chipper again: “Ah, [Your name]-chan! Let's play a game.”

You don't look back. “What are you, six? Grow up, assface.”

“Assface, huh?” he echoes, his lower lip sticking out in a pout. “It's been so long since you called me that... makes me nostalgic.”

Without warning, his hand coils around your wrist. You stiffen, every nerve on high alert. The alley you wandered into is narrow, deserted, shadows crawling over cracked walls. There's no one around. Just you and him.

“You know...” he hums, pulling something from his coat pocket, “you might be interested in this.”

It's a flash drive.

Your blood runs cold. Panic claws at your stomach as your hand flies to your coat pocket—empty.

“That's—”

He doesn't let you finish.

“What will the U.S. Embassy say,” he begins, voice syrupy sweet, “when they find out there's a mole buried in one of their departments? A very resourceful little rat, quietly funneling classified intel to her real employers—and making them millions in the process.” He clicks his tongue in disappointment. “Tsk. You've been very naughty, [Your name]-chan.”

Your eyes widen in horror. “Give it back.”

“Oh, I will,” he says lightly, twirling the drive between his fingers like a toy. “Eventually. After all, you worked so hard for this, didn't you? Took weeks of planning, charm, and blood.” His eyes dart to yours. “Would be such a waste if it fell into the wrong hands.”

You lunge for it, but he yanks it away, and with a single shove, he pins you against the wall. Your shoulder hits hard, the wind knocked out of your lungs as you slump back.

“Ugh..!”

He cages you in, one hand planted beside your head, the other dangling the flash drive tauntingly in front of your face. His grin is razor sharp.

“Ready for the game?”

“Just fucking say it.”

Dazai's eyes gleam—he's enjoying this. The power. The panic in your eyes. The way he's ten steps ahead, as always.

He gently presses the flash drive into your hand but his other palm remains firm against the wall, keeping you trapped.

He dips his head and purrs into your ear, voice soaked in cruelty masked as playfulness, “Tell me, in excruciating detail... what exactly did you and Chuuya do last night?” he traces your fingers with his. “Spare no moans. I want the whole performance.”

“That's...” you stammer.

He raises an eyebrow. “What? You were grinning like an idiot earlier. Got me really, really, really curious. So go ahead. Tell me.”

You take a step back, though there's nowhere left to retreat, shaking your head. “Dazai—!”

“One,” he counts.

His fingers—still holding the flash drive—curl around yours. The contact is gentle, almost affectionate, but the pressure is unmistakable.

You try to pull back, but he doesn't let go.

“Two,”

You bite down on your bottom lip, chest tightening.

“Three,”

Slowly, reluctantly, you begin to speak.

It feels wrong. Every word that leaves your mouth tastes like betrayal. You're laying bare something intimate—something raw and private—and he's devouring it like a story told just for him. Each detail you share about last night—how Chuuya touched you, how he made you feel, the things you said, the sounds you made—twists tighter around your throat like a noose.

Dazai doesn't interrupt. He just watches you, gaze fixed and unblinking, soaking in every syllable. The longer you speak, the more it feels like the memory isn't yours anymore. It's his now. Your voice becomes the vessel, your pleasure repurposed as his entertainment. Every gasp you recount, every tremble, every time Chuuya whispered your name—it all starts to feel like it didn't even belong to you in the first place.

His eyes don't leave yours, and each time your gaze wavers, flickering toward the ground or the shadows behind him, his hand tightens around yours just enough to make you look back.

“I see,” he hums, nodding. “I see...”

When you're done, silence swells between you.

You can't meet his gaze. Your face burns—whether in shame, rage, or humiliation, you can't tell.

Without a word, Dazai steps back. The flash drive now rests in your trembling hand.

You clutch it like a lifeline, yet it feels heavy—tainted. Your eyes sting, and the first tear slips free before you can stop it, sliding down your cheek.

Dazai watches you, expression unreadable. And, just like that, he turns and walks away—whistling faintly, hands in his pockets.

You stand there, alone in the alley, voice stolen, dignity scattered like dust.

You're petty. Spiteful, even.

And there's no way in hell you're letting him walk away after that.

So the next morning, you arrive at the Armed Detective Agency's building. You know his habits—Dazai's never early. Always the last to show up, always strolling in like the world's his stage. That won't save him today.

Eyes glowing a faint, malevolent red, you let your ability, Preludes & Nocturnes, bloom. A slow, poisonous spread through every corner of the building—from the desks of the Agency members, through the startled gazes of secretaries, to the humming kitchen of the Uzumaki Café on the ground floor.

You sip your coffee as chaos erupts around you.

Screams pierce the morning calm. Gasps choke in throats. People drop to their knees, trembling and wide-eyed, drowning in the echo of their deepest fears. Memories twisted into nightmares. Agonies unearthed. You giggle, swinging your legs back and forth like a child watching their favorite cartoon.

It's beautiful. Cathartic.

And best of all—Nakajima Atsushi, the infamous weretiger, is curled on the tiled floor like a broken marionette, sobbing into his palms, clutching at his head like he could scratch the terror out of it.

You crouch down, your tone mockingly thoughtful. “So this is the kid with the seven billion bounty, huh?” eyes scanning him like you're inspecting spoiled fruit. “Doesn't look like much. Bit disappointing, actually.”

You stand, brushing imaginary dust from your coat and lazily glancing around the wreckage of the café—shattered mugs, overturned chairs, soft sobs.

The door swings open. 

Dazai steps in, yawning, his usual calm at odds with the devastation.

You turn to him with a bright, sugary smile that doesn't reach your eyes. Your voice rings out, almost cheerful. “Oh, there you are!” You spread your arms slightly, like greeting an old friend. “You're just in time for the encore, Dazai.”

“[Your name]-chan...” Dazai's voice slips out, half-surprised, half-cautious. His gaze drops to the weretiger, crumpled and sobbing on the floor. Then back to you. “What are you doing here?”

You rest a finger to your chin in contemplation. “Oh, just dropping by,” you say sweetly, “Thought I'd say hello.”

The screams echo down the corridor and Dazai hears every one of them. His shoulders tense. That glint in his eyes sharpens like the flick of a blade.

You light up with a grin. “Oh? That look—are you angry?” you laugh, hands clapping once in delight. “How rare! Don't tell me... you actually care about these people?” You take a taunting step forward. “Since when?”

He charges. You skip back just in time, the tails of your coat fluttering. You giggle, breathless with thrill.

“I see,” he mutters, straightening, eyes narrowed. “You've refined it. That repulsive mind manipulation ability of yours.” 

You beam with pride. “Yup! As long as we share the same space, I can bend their minds however I want.” You twirl in place. “Isn't it fun?”

“Fun, huh... So, what's your plan? How long are you going to keep them like this?”

You examine your nails, casual. “Hmm... next week sounds good.”

That's it. Dazai blurs forward—faster than your eye can follow.

You gasp and move away, but your heel catches on the leg of a chair. “Ah—!” You yelp as the floor tilts beneath you, and you crash face-first with an unceremonious thud.

Silence.

Dazai peers down at you, hand covering his mouth as his shoulders tremble. He snorts. Then he laughs.

You groan, pushing yourself up with a string of curses. “Ugh... goddammit...”

He bends down beside you, still chuckling, eyes sparkling with amused condescension. “Oh, my. What's this? You're still a dummy.” he teases as if your stumble is the funniest thing he's seen all day.

You glare daggers at him, but he only cups your face in his hands, squishing your cheeks.

“Let me go—!” You raise a hand to punch him, but he leans in and silences you with a kiss.

A pulse of blue light bursts between you. 

His nullification ability activates instantly—flooding the room, sweeping through your veins.

The air goes still. The screaming stops. 

And just like that, your power dissolves.

A loud smack slices through the air as your palm connects with his cheek. “Get off me!” you snap, voice cracking with residual panic.

Dazai reels back with a wince, one eye squinting shut as he rubs the reddening mark on his face. “Ouch! That hurts...”

...

Higuchi Ichiyo stares at you, dumbfounded, a spoon of parfait hovering mid-air. “Wait... what? You went to the Agency? Alone?”

You nod once, unfazed, slurping loudly from the tall milkshake in your hand. The whipped cream smears a little at the edge of your lip, but you don't bother wiping it off.

You're seated across from her at a small corner café—finally able to meet after weeks of clashing schedules. The quiet conversation and the clinking of plates fill the space around you, but your mood drowns it all out.

“He's such an asshole.” you glare at your drink as if it were Dazai in disguise.

Higuchi puts down the spoon and begins to stir her coffee absentmindedly. “So... what's your plan now?”

You scowl, lips curling in distaste. “I don't know. I don't even want to see his face anymore.”

She bites back the obvious—you're the one who marched into the Armed Detective Agency yesterday. You stirred the chaos. And now you're sulking like the wounded party.

But she lets it slide.