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A son.. Made by a huge mistake
Shūji. A son monster, created by an accident.
In a world where anyone who is selected to have an ability will forever be cursed of a bad life, Shūji Tsushima had been born, a curse already
His life starts as a small three year old boy, his family- or said mother is an overly drunken woman who paid not so much attention to him, maybe neglectance was the word for it
She had not so many memories in Shūji's memories, since he is always in his room, nothing to do but to look outside and watch other children play. He had no knowledge of proper hygiene, proper clothing picks, proper words. He never was trained to do that
He sat in his room, quietly on the corner of the white walls with just a futon. He doesn't know anything about life at all
Despite his mother being so ignorant and completely drunk all the time, she'd still provide substances for her child to stay alive, she doesn't want to deal with jail time at all.
She loves to get money from boys, she has always just used them, she is beautiful and her looks were always the key to getting guys usually in bars but sometimes at night to seduce them.. She knows she is beautiful
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She is an ability user, she took pride in such a great ability but once Shūji developed his ability.. She was greatly terrified and desperately wrapped him in bandages to not cause such a troublesome incident.. Ever.
Well, since then, the son Shūji had never known to have a father. One that teaches him basic boy things, his mother never learned the talent for that.. Though, he surely wishes for one. He assumed that his father is deceased or just disappeared
This didn't make him socially acceptable as a human, it was clear from the very start that he will forever be the human failure he is
No amount of thoughts could change that, and no amount of deaths could ever change his faith
Soon, Shūji grows. He learns by himself to walk, read, and he is ultimately smarter in intellectual situations. Although he was late upon learning and touching books, he ultimately got addicted to sitting on the corner of his room and reading Books that children often found boring or simply would ignore such.
He hated cooking for himself, he never had been good with cooking, he just found it difficult, thus he spends his time eating canned food
Eat and read— That is all he does
He found it a nice hobby, always so engrossed over books that his mother insulted him of being such a book worm
He paid no mind into it
He turns thirteen when he started liking those fantasy comics and would borrow books and books of the best superheroes comics and fantasy books to read Wishing to have his own start of the book and the perfect end, to it all
And so...
He likes to remain as kept as ever, he often found bandages to be a sense of security, a kind of comfort that people wouldn't see his skin, he prefers to keep his skin seldom, not trusting anyone who tries to touch him
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One day, while he is sitting inside a drawer where he usually sat as a comfort, his house got invaded by robbers, those kinds who would be prideful and Invasive. They searched everywhere and eventually were found by his mother..
His mother started attacking them, using her ability to get rid of them- Of course this led to most getting eliminated before one of them snaps and attacked her
Her screaming could be heard but it was silenced right after mere seconds. Shūji is shaking, his hands are cold and so are his feet, he didn't dare breathe or make noises, his mouth is covered by his cold hands, breathing was the only thing he felt while sitting inside that drawer.. He wanted to scream, his pupils were shaking and he wished to be spared...
He is spared.
The last remaining person there, bolted out with his still conscious teammates and left the dead weights..
Shūji ran so fast, he didn't dare look back as he ran and ran, he Didn't Look back.. He couldn't do it, he got stuck at a sharp edge and it ended up cutting the bandages on his palm, he had to rush and get rid of the bandages on his hands
He ended up getting lost and to the alleyway he ended up in, he kept running, someone is chasing him and he knew it. Dogs kept barking on doors he tried to enter, no one would want to danger their lives if it meant saving a small boy.. No one wanted that
“PLEASE! LET ME IN!” he pleaded, no one responded
He abandoned the house and kept running, door to door, he asks for help but all are in vain amidst his efforts
Eventually he ended up a stray too far with all the wrong choices and reached a dead end, he trembled and had gone pale as he looked back for the first time since he ran
There stood a man with a long grey beard, he Looks old, Dressed in fancy black clothes, he holds a scythe as a weapon as he walks towards the little boy in fear
“please-! Don't hurt me!” he begged the said man. He didn't have to guess that it is a mafioso
“oh I'd sure enjoy your screams” he threatened, using the scythe to hold his chin
He shields himself with his two hands, and as soon as he does so.. A Blue light came out of his fingertips.
The man's scythe shattered in mere seconds, he looked at the broken pieces in shock and looked back at him with the scythe now vanishing to dust.. Its an ability weapon
He looked shocked at first but his face twisted into a crooked smile, a scary one to look at
“well.. Well.. Well...” his face looks satisfied by the show and grabbed Dazai's chin to make him look up, he examines his terrified expression for a moment before he adds “would you like to come with me?”
A sheer mockery To Shūji.. Come with him? Dont joke. That's all bullshit, after killing my mother, you have such guts to ask me? ASK ME? Shūji had thoughts, he didn't say out loud
He looks around and realizes, he definitely cannot decline because he is dead if he does, even if he escaped.. He'll just end up homeless, this man looks rich.
“o-okay..” he said, holding out the disgusting man's hand and walking away.. Perhaps this is better than staying in his village home town
Shūji would think of a way to survive, he didn't need anyone.. Just something he can prove
After months, the man who took Shūji, boss of the port mafia had let him sleep in the bathtub of the second bathroom, he is kept in a cold dark place with a square tub to lay down on. They found out that Shūji is being seached, his mother survived and paid a huge amount of money to the police to find him
Shūji is transported to Yokohama of Japan, he wished that he'd just died Already, he regrets the time he avoided the chance to do so.. But right now he sat on the bathtub, sometimes the man would come visit and sit down on the tub edge to talk to him
Maybe he felt a little comfortable, they shared tea together but that was it. He knew that, that man will use him, its very obvious
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Shūji woke up, staring at the ceiling of the bathroom, The square tiles had warmed up due to his body heat, so he didn't feel alive. He lifts his left hand up to look at it
He wandered into his myriad of thoughts, he really felt more like a humane failure as days went by
The second he sits up, he is met with the man right beside him
He almost jumped “W- what the?!” he said, he didn't mean to stutter and it was embarrassing
“I hope you know how annoying the search party is going at, ive probably lured out three groups of them.” the boss sighs and sips on his tea
Before Shūji could get the chance to ask him for freedom, he added “Your name is getting annoying. Why don't you change it?”
Oh.
“Are you crazy?! I am not your dog?!” his voice filled with rage yet the man remains calm and collected
“say.. Do you want to see how I treat a dog?” He asked, his tone a warning and of course, the creepily calm demeanor, as if he is warning him.
“I..” Shūji hesitated before giving up, he knew that this man is more than capable of killing off a mere boy
“You pick a name Shūji-kun” he said with nonchalance
He thought about it, he couldn't think of any.
“uhm.. What about The name Dazai Osamu (太宰 治). 太 (Dai): Means "great" or "big."... And uhm.. 宰 (Zai): Means "government official" or "minister.", Together, "Dazai" historically refers to a title for a government position in ancient Japan, particularly associated with governance and administration. 治 (Osamu): Means "to rule," "to govern," "to heal," or "peace." It carries connotations of bringing order or harmony. The name Dazai Osamu can be interpreted as "a great official bringing order or peace,"
He had seen it in a book before, he was mesmerized with describing himself as something he never was, he wanted to believe that he Would be what he wished to be someday
The man is amused, he grinned, impressed by his picked name. Mostly kids would pick childish names but this thirteen year old boy really makes him remember his youth
“Ah, a very clever man I must say! You really planned to change your name eh?” his smirk is unfaltering, his eyes show a sight of a sharp man who had physically shed many blood, those empty eyes that didn't have a soul, his eyes widow nothing but the void of the abyss
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Right after naming himself, everything was different, he wasn't stuck in the bathroom anymore, His dark red eyes were covered by a contact lens, making him wear a brown one to match his brunette hair, speaking about his hair, it gets forced into a curled one.. But he is freely roaming around the house!
He gets to read new books and enjoys a few horror genres, he felt a little more free, despite the rules to never go outside.
The penthouse is bigger than he had anticipated, he always thought about how big it is, but it was bigger. He had found several rooms without any purpose, nothing ever stayed.
He found it strange how the man would have so many empty rooms, however he felt no need to ask the man about it, it was pointless and possibly this house Used To belong to a huge and wealthy family, perhaps with the maids and butlers
But Dazai could only guess about it.
Him and the man he had no knowledge of his name started to get a little along, he has a strange hobby to shoot with his ability weapons, pretty cool on the aim
He at some point bought Dazai a gun and Dazai is very very Clumsy! He didn't know how to handle a gun and had no experience, always shooting blindly and his body is too thin to handle impact upon shooting
The boss had such huge headaches trying to train him, he ended up giving him these metal enhancers that he wears like Gauntlet, he only wore it on his left hand as a stabilizer
He aimed better, still bad at it but its better than before, he covers it with a cast to hide it away in case of emergencies
Now that Dazai has started his new life, he will never be Shūji ever again.
Since then, the man found he could enhance Dazai by skills, he trained him pretty hard in intelligence Since he physically cannot do anything for his timid body
Still, he managed to impress the man with his extraordinary memorization, the man saw Dazai as a good chess piece, one that'll be destined for the future of Port Mafia
And so, he trains and trains, often beaten up if he fails but his body slowly gets stronger from a timid boy to someone his name ought to be.
He was unhappy however, he got better, but he never felt right. He won't Ever feel right. It didn't make him necessarily human anymore. He didn't feel right
He wanted more, more than he could ever bite, His heart wanted more, the slowly forming void on his stomach wanted more.
He ought to eat tons of jellybeans to try and stuff his stomach full but why won't it ever be full? He didn't understand what was wrong with him.. He'll never understand.
Slowly, He sees this man as some Father figure, he didn't have a proper understanding of what a father is, this is the closest he could see, A father to seek
It was foolish of him to look up to this Man, he didn't even know his name, all he knew is that he had this strange smile on his face, a strange personality so kept and hidden, but a striking appearance as per so.
But he would be lying if he didn't say he is amazing. Sons look up to their Fathers