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|•Chapter one: Real men•|
Dazai was walking through the train station of Seoul in south Korea, Mori-san sent him on a mission out of Yokohama to kill of a gang planning to invade the port mafia. Of course it didn't take dazai long to kill off the whole gang.
It would be such mockery if he was gifted the name The demon prodigy if he couldn't even kill a medium sized gang off.
But since he was finished with his mission it was time to go back home.
The brunette sat down on one of the seats provided by the train station.
His ribs were aching. Dazai let out a long sigh. The young boy closed his eyes for a second only to be interrupted by a figure sitting down next to him.
Dazai opens his eyes and turns his head to face the creature.
Only to be greeted by a seemingly handsome man who didn't look a day over 25
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"Hello?" Dazai says in korean, (Dazai can speak multiple languages korean being one of them) looking confused.
"There are multiple seats, you don't have to sit by me."
The boy says in a sturn young voice. The man simply smiles, making Dazai's stomach turn.
"Do you want to play a game?" The man smiles bringing out a suitcase placing it on his lap and opening it revealing two paper squares, one red, one blue.
Dazai looks down at it. The man begins to speak taking out the squares "If I win you give me #####₩, if you win I'll give you #####₩. Do you wish to play?" Dazai new there was something more to this 'game' but he knows damn well he needs money.
Mori-san refuses to pay him, even though he is a respectable executive.
"How do you play?" The young boy asks.
The man looks down at him smiling. "You place one on the ground and throw the other at it. If it flips you win, if it doesn't I win."
Dazai hesitates. "I don't have any money to give you." The man simply smiles wider. "That's fine, how about instead of you giving me money, I could just slap you." Dazai looks at the man his expression unreadable.
(Dazais thoughts: What the fuck. Does he just want a excuse to slap me?? What the fuck did I do. Alright whatever.)
"Fine let's play" Dazai says, the man stands up, Dazai does the same. The man places the red square on the ground and grabs the blue one giving it to the young boy. The boy looks at the square and throws it on the other one MISSING ENTIRELY!! "Ah shit" the boy says look up to the man and sees a hand coming at him as it hits his face smacking him on his non bandaged cheek. Dazai stands there his head slightly turned from the slap.
They play the game longer and to no ones surprise, Dazai didn't win a single round.
"Here" the man says hold a hand out with a card in it to the boy with a swelling cheek. "If you wish to win more money just go where the card says" the man says walking away. Dazai is left standing there looking at the card with 3 different shapes. He turns it over and looks at the back 'Meet at ##### at #### p.m' Dazai thinks for a second. 'It would be quite stupid to go where a random card tells you too. You most likely will get murdered or something.' ... 'that's why I'm going.'