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"Let's do this one more time. This time, my own way. My name's Dazai Osamu and I was bitten by a radioactive spider while trying to kill myself. For the last 2 years I've been the one and only Demon Spider. You don't know the rest, do you? Heh, I'm not surprised."
"Dazai-kun? Who are you talking to?" His boss, Mori Ougai interrupted.
"No one. What were you saying again?"
The older man sighdd and rubbed the bridge of his nose, before slidimg a case file over the dark food desk. "Some gang of kids named The Sheep got their hands on our tech. The leader is a Mutate, just like you. I want him in front of my desk and the tech back in a week, got it?"
"Yeah, whatever." Brunette said before opening the case file and reading the details. Chuuya Nakahara, huh? This should be fun.
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Two years ago, Dazai was just a normal, slightly mentally disturbed teenager. But everyone around him knew it's gonna change.
The room was dark, the curtains closed shut. The air was stale, you could smell alcochol, ciggarettes and stench of a teenager who hasn't showered in weeks. Empty mugs and glass bottles were standing on both the bedside table and the floor, some of them growing mold. There wasn't a single spot where you could see the floor, because everything was either covered with trash or dirty clothes. In the bed, there he was. Dazai. His hair was matted, his eyes dull and empty, his teeth not brushed for the last month. His parents long ago stopped trying to fix him, beliving that by letting him do whatever, he'll heal himelf.
Naturally, it wasn't the case. He decided that today's the day. The day he ends this endless cycle of feeling like a God and then feeling like the cockroach that he is.
He slowly raised from his bed, first time in six days. He already wanted to get back lay back down. This was too much. But he knew he couldn't. Today was the only day he could die as he planned to. After all, today there was the day of JTE. Japanesse Tech Expo. Where all of the cool, potentially dangerous stuff was showed for the low price of two thoustand yen.
He finally stood up and went to the bathroom. The sink was stained dark brown from his last fight with a razor and the mirror was cracked. He sighed and took a shower. It was the longest 5 minutes of his life. He put on his semi-clean clothes and looked into his reflection He looked... normal. At least in his standard. His eyes were still dull, his hair was still matted. But he looked presentable. That's what matters.
He already stole enough money from his parents to get a ticket to JTE, now he just had to leave his house. He put on his headphones and left through the fire escape. There's no way he will talk with his mother right now. Too be honest, he'd rather not speak with anyone at all.
As he walked through Yokohama, he looked at the sights. He knew it was the last time he sees them. And it made him feel almost... extatic. Not as extatic like in his episodes, but still, excited. He finally reached the big hall next to the Docks where the expo was held at and he bought a ticket.
It was so... loud inside. Science nerds and bored teenagers strolled around, looking at the various booths with amazing designs of military weapon prototypes, bio-engineered organs, semi-sentient humanoid robots and so much more.
He smirked, knowing that he's gonna die right here, traumatizing over thoustand bystanders.
He wanted to die by the hands of this nifty little thing. A laser gun that melts through every surface in less than two seconds. The moment he read about it in the internet, he knew he wanted to know how would it look if he pressed the gun to his temple and fired it. Would his whole head just melt smooth off? Or would it explode from the pressure suddenly released?
He headed to the booth that the gun was at. It was being showed behinda box made out of bullet-proof glass. Next to the object of his interest, there was a booth with exotic spiders and one with glass figures that were mostly indestructable, unless you break thr smallest, most integral part. A bigger, prettier Rupert's Drop.
His plan to get into the room was simple. In this parts of Yokohama, every day there were blackouts. They have something to do with some gang or mafia using the electric systems to take their deliveries from ships without being seen by cameras. And since they're near docks, this place will be affected as well.
The light in the whole room suddenly went off. This was his chance. People who weren't from here were surprised, there was a lot of whispering. One of the employees declared that it's normal and is going to be fixed very soon.
Dazai didn't spare a moment. Quickly, but quietly he moved towards the glass door that was leading to the room, and was about to take out a lockpick, when the door opened by itself. The guy who was promoting the gun was walking out to ask what happened. Dazai smirked to himself and slipped into the room. This people really have bad eyesight, huh?
He grabbed the gun. That was it. He was about to die. He was so unbelievably happy. He wasn't this happy since his last attempt. And this time, he knew it will succeed. He left the room and pressed the gun against his chin. He was ready to go. Unfortunately,,the light went back on.
"Ah, finally- Hey! Kid, what are you doing?!" The guy who was responsible for the gun noticed Dazai. Shit. He has to act fast. He pressed the trigger. In the same moment, the guy lunged at him. The gun flew out of his hand and into the air.
It was fired at the big Rupert's Drops. The explosion was huge, people started screaming and running around. He saw some people get hit by the shards of glass. His gaze was jumping rapidly from a person to person. Somethimg flew right at his face. The brunette felt huge pain in his right eye. He slowly rised his hand to it. Blood. He... He couldn't see from his eye. HE COULDN'T SEE FROM HIS EYE.
He pushed the guy and backed as far away as he psychically could. Even though he saw a lot of blood before, He never even imagined something hurting his eye. He couldn't see. He couldn't see. He couldn't see.He couldnt see he couldnt see he couldnt see he couldnt see hecouldntseehecouldntseehecouldntsee
He felt himself fall backward on some kind of table. He felt the pinprick of more glass and something walking on him. He was in too much shock to register that a black and lumiscient red spider was crawling onto him and biting the nape of his neck. His body went limp and he lost conciousness.
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He felt pressure around his wrists, ankles, torso and forehead. He tried to move them. He only felt the texture of polyester. The surface he was laying on was cold and hard. Uncomfortable.
He slowly opened his eyes. Correction, eye. His the other one, he guessed was bandaged. He tried to look around, but he realized he was strapped down.
"What the fuck... hello? Someone's there?" He called out. He heard doors opening, followed by click-clack of fancy shoes.
"Ah, it seems you woke up. From the documents you had when you walked into my office, your name is Dazai Osamu. Is that correct?" A calm masculine voice questioned.
"Hold on. Who are you? And what do you mean i walked into YOUR office? Shouldn't i be dead?"
"You certainly wish to be dead, from what i saw on the cameras. I can explain everything, but you have to agree to some things."
"...not like i have a choice."
"Exactly. Good boy." Dazai already knew he hated whoever that man was.
"First of all, you have to agree not to kill yourself the moment i let you out of thoss restraints." Dazai sighed and nodded.
He can kill himself anyways. Try again and again until he finally suceeds. He heard the man approach him and undo the restraints one by one. When he was done Dazai sat up and judged the man in front of him. Tall, slim with pale skin. Black, slightly greasy hair and purple eyes. Slight stubble on his chin and eyebags. White lab coat.
"My name is Mori Ougai." The man introduced himself with a digustingly sweet smile on his face. Dazai tried to remeber where he last heard or saw that name. It took him a while but he remebered.
"Mori Corps. The thing that had a booth with the spiders."
"Bingo! You are a smart one, aren't you?" His voice was patronizing. Dazai officially hated this man. Mori stood up and slowly approached the boy.
"The reason you're here is extremely curious, you see." He stood right in front of the brunette and looked down on him. "You see, we advertise those spiders as 'exotic' but it's not really the case." He made a longer pause to watch the boy's reaction. "They are radioactive. And technically, if a person has right genes... it can help develop certain mutations similar to those that the spider by itself has."
"What does that have to do with me?" Dazai asked, despite already knowjng where this is going. He knew this is going to end badly.
"You were bitten by one of those spiders. And one of it's special gimmics is shutting its mind off and automatically going back to a place it find safe whefre t's fatally injured." The black haired man smiled creepily. "That's how you ended up in my office out of all places."
...
This shoultn't be possible. Sufely this guy just kidnaped him and now tries to manipulate him, right? Because if it isn't, it would mean every time Dazai would try to kill himself, he would come back to this creepy place. Not the best prospect.
"Im very excited for this, you see. You're the first one to have the gene that's needed for the mutation to happen. I wonded if other mitations will develop. It would be extremely interesting to observe.."
"...you won't let me leave this place, will you?"
"Oh, not a chance! Now that i know you have the mutation, I need you here... also, you're smart enough. I need you for something else."
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This room was different from the one they were previously. Thinking positively, now he knows where he is. He's in the centre of the five big, ominous sky scrapers. The bad news in this situation is that... those sky scrapers are the property of Port Mafia. And now he was in the room of the boss himself.
The room reeked off death. Just like his own room back home, but way cleaner. On the big king bed, there he was. The vangeful, crazy Port Mafia Boss.
"Kill thd police! Kill them all! Kill them!" The man was screaming at the top of his lungs with his frail voice. Mori was nodding along.
Dazai still didn't know what he was here for until he saw the glint of a scalpel. Slash. Blood. Blood was everywheren the wall, the bed. "
"The Boss succumbed to his illness. In his last words, he ordered me to take his position as the head of Port Mafia. Is that clear?" The man asked calmly, turning his head to look Dazai straight in the eyes. His face was also stained with the crimson blood just like everything else in this room. The boy just stood pasively next to the window, staring at the corpse of The Old, Ruthless Port Mafia Boss.