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The traitor.
Dazai couldn’t believe it, he thought he and Ranpo had a mutual understanding of what should and should not be revealed to his coworkers! But the snake went an told them all on and on about his plans! Sure, they would’ve been very upset if he had died, but that wasn’t even the plan! It was only supposed to be a small… big… cut. Yeah, maybe he had miscalculated, but he could have easily taken care of it himself!
He will never forget the look on Atsushi’s face. The horror, as he saw his mentor’s practically mutilated arm. He would have to apologize to him, wouldn’t he? What a hassle..
And now, where has this landed him?! A psych ward, at first, and then after he got out, which was today, he immediately got an agency assigned therapist. Yes, you’ve heard, or read, that correctly. Therapist. As in therapy. THERAPY. The betrayal! The anguish! He would never be able to go to work again, lest he had to even witness the visage of the double-crossing, candy-loving, back-stabber!
Dazai lay on his futon, staring down at the yellow-orange bottle of pills that he had placed on the floor next to himself.
He’s not sure why he thought he would be able to take them. Why would he? Taking his meds would result in him being normal, and lord knows that Dazai and “Normal” do not belong in the same sentence. He was forced into taking his meds at that godforsaken psych ward, and he’d changed completely!
I mean, sure, he was still a magnificent cunning bastard, but he was a NORMAL magnificent cunning bastard! That’s horrible to even think of! He was being PRODUCTIVE! He’d even wrote poems while on meds! That’s something Chuuya would do! He does not want to partake in Chuuya-esque activities! But then again, just imagining how his colleagues would react to him on meds was.. amusing. Maybe he really would indeed cave after all.