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“Y/N, I—“ Dazai chokes on his words, trying to hold in a sob.
Leaves blowing in the wind, Oda’s grave illuminated by street lamps and stars. It’s perfect if you ignored the heavy downpour of rain.
“Shut it.” Y/N snaps while staring at Oda’s newly dug grave.
“I’m leaving the mafia.” Dazai’s tone of voice was distant and cold.
“What?! No! You can’t do that! They’re gonna track you down and…” They trailed off.
“And what? Kill me? I wish,” He scoffed.
“Don’t say shit like that or I might kill you myself.”
“Oh I’m sorry, princess. Did I strike a nerve?” Dazai mocks.
With that, he has a three-sided dagger next to his neck and a grieving mafioso ready to strike.
Dazai let out a breath. “You wouldn’t.”
“Not here.” Y/N sheaths the dagger, facing back towards the headstone.
“You’re going soft.”
“You’re the one leaving the mafia entirely.”
“Fair point.”
With that, silence ensues. Eventually, Dazai breaks. Tears run down his face. Although the reader would love to think this made Dazai even hotter than usual, the ugly cry would turn off even the freakiest of people.
Dazai’s knees buckle, leaving him kneeling on the ground. The rain loosened his bandages, revealing bright red scars. “I—I can’t do this. Y/N, please, just kill me.”
“Follow me.” Y/N starts heading to their car. Rather, a truck. An old truck from America. A 1990 Chevrolet Silverado.
“You still have that old thing?” Dazai asked as he crawled into the cab.
“If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it,” They mumbled.
The roar of the engine would make any worthwhile conversion futile, so they were silent as Y/N drove into the outskirts of Yokohama. Eventually, the old truck stops at an old, abandoned bridge.
“Get out.”
Dazai did as Y/N said.