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Dazai hated being sent out on Mori’s errands.
When the doctor promised him that he could die, he had hoped the task to get that death would be fun. Yet, here he is, out in town in the middle of the night, shivering, and waiting for the person who was supposed to make a deal with him. All he’d been told was to get the item the person had, give them the money, and come back.
A simple enough task, but one that pissed the child off. So, he stood with his arms crossed, pouting. He wasn’t going to pretend that he was having fun waiting there, when all he wanted was to be dead.
Eventually, a man much taller than him arrived. He was carrying a package, which Dazai assumed was what he was there for. However, when the man saw him, he looked annoyed, which confused the child.
“I was supposed to deliver these to Mori,” he grumbled.
“Mori sent me to pick them up, and told me to give you this money for it. Apparently doing errands for him will be my payment to him,” Dazai didn’t see a problem with telling this man anything, as he was just there for his job.
An annoyed groan came from the man, “Well, I refuse to do business with a kid. How old are you anyway?”
That got a huff of irritation in return, “I’m twelve, and I’m working for Mori, so I don’t see the problem.”
“These are things that I can only let the doctor handle, so you go get him kid,” the man was getting frustrated with the kid in front of him.
“No! Mori will just complain, like he did earlier when he said he was super busy. So, just give them to me. You’re still getting paid,” the bossy way Dazai stood, hands on his hips and childish pout, was becoming annoying.
A hand reached out to grab him, and he hoped the money would be taken, when he was shoved, “Just go brat. I’m not dealing with this shit anymore.”
That was it. Dazai got up from where he’d been pushed, and ran at the man. The package was dropped, and he tried to scoop it up, so he could run, when a hand grabbed him. Scruffing him with his jacket, and lifting him up, small legs still kicking. It was rather clear at that point that Dazai wasn’t getting the package, and he was officially ready to give up and go back to Mori.
“You’re going to learn a lesson today, brat!” the man didn’t hesitate to pull a knife out, and plunge into Dazai’s right eye.
The pain was worse than anything the young boy had felt before, and he kicked and screamed as the blade was pulled out. His eye was cut in half, and part of it fell out of the socket, making him freak out more. Dazai wanted to close the damaged eye, but worried he may not be able to open it again, so he forced it open.
Clearly done with him, the man turned around and left, completely ignoring the package still on the ground. So, Dazai took the package into his arms and ran, bleeding eye dripping liquids down his face. By the time he got back to Mori’s office, he was in a lot of pain, and wanted to be killed immediately.
“Mori! The guy wouldn’t do the deal with me, and then he stabbed me. But, I got the package,” Dazai called out when he got inside, his voice hoarse, and strained.
The doctor came downstairs to find the boy he’d taken in was indeed stabbed. Although, he’d expected a wound to his torso, not the eye. Mori didn’t complain about that, though, knowing a vital organ could have been hit in the torso. Luckily, killed someone with a stab to the eye was hard.
“Let’s get that clean up for you,” Mori smiled, taking the package from Dazai.
Going back upstairs was a process, as the sudden loss of depth perception was throwing Dazai off. Alongside the pain which was making his head feel like it was being torn apart. He ended up sitting on the stairs and pulling himself up, step by step, to avoid the embarrassment of falling.
Once Dazai made it to the doctor's office, Mori had already pulled out all the things he needed to handle the eye situation. Gesturing to the child to take a seat, which he did. Leaving his eye wide open, although it wasn’t much of an eye anymore, most of the eye had fallen out after being cut.
Carefully, Mori removed the rest of it, aware that Dazai could see what he was doing. The young boy tensed at the sight of his remaining eye being placed to the side, and a jar of glass eyes was brought into his sight. He didn’t like the idea of putting one in his eye socket, even if it would feel better than the strange empty feeling.
“Now, you can pick an eye to replace yours,” Mori said it like he was telling a child to pick out a candy, not the eye he’d be stuck with for a while.
“I don’t want one,” Dazai turned his head away, the eyelid falling over the empty socket.
A deceptively gently hand turned his face back, “You need to choose one, then we can bandage over your eye until the small cuts on the eyelid heal. After that, you can act like you have both eyes.”
“No,” he was stubborn about not wanting a glass eye. “I don’t want to put something in my head.”
That annoyed Mori, who grabbed one of a similar colour and space to the brunette’s remaining eye. Before prying the eyelid open, and forcing the glass eye into place. Dazai squirming and kicking at him as he tried to force his eyelid shut again before the glass eye went in.
However, he failed, and he felt the cold glass inside his eye socket. He scrunched his face up in displeasure, and was disgusted by the feeling of his false eye moving. The inside of his eye socket was slightly bigger than the glass eye, and it was able to roll around a bit. But, before he could complain, Mori stood up.
“We’re going to bandage over your eye now, and then when everything is all healed, we’ll get you a permanent eye,” he smiled, walking over with bandages.
“It feels uncomfortable,” Dazai complained, wanting it to be removed.
“It will for a while,” the bandages were secured in place. “However, this will keep you from having any problems with the inside of your skull being malformed from a lack of an eye to grow around. For now though, you should go to bed.”
Getting up, Dazai left to the small room he’d been assigned with a pout. He just wanted to die. Why was there so much trouble keeping him from his goal?