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CHAPTER THREE || YOKOHAMA GANGSTER PARADISE

PAIRING: Osamu Dazai x F!Reader

PRONOUNS: she/her, f!reader

TYPE: story

WORD COUNT: 5.5k

WARNINGS: scars, fighting, self-harm, Dazai's suicidal references, heavy grammar errors

AUTHOR'S NOTE: wooooo, a continuation! the time has come, so here it chapter three. i truly hope you enjoy it. more explanation to Y/N's ability will be added below as an extra note once you finish reading the chapter. also, after writing on this blog for some time, you may notice a change in my writing style-ish? that'll show here, and most likely moving forward. i will also start adding word counts now just so you guys can get an idea of how much i've written for each chapter. i guess, LOL.

BEFORE READING:

➵ The story of Bungo Stray Dogs belongs to Kafka Asagiri.

➵ Y/N's ability will be explained a little bit more in an extra note at the end of this chapter. Read that once you finish reading the chapter.

➵ Here is the STORY MASTERLIST.

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You followed the blonde woman in front of you as she was making her way to the bathroom. She excused herself for a moment before you rested your back against the wall, sighing as you held out your phone to see that Chuuya had texted you an angry message about how you spilled coffee on one of his new vests—and it was totally not an accident.

(Definitely not.)

“How do I look?” You heard a feminine voice next to you as you saw the blonde’s hair in a more formal state and she straightened out any wrinkles on her black blazer.

“You look fine Higuchi,” you responded, putting your phone back in your pocket.

Higuchi looked at your outfit; a black blazer and pants—and it only took more talks with Akutagawa to finally have you join in on the mission of pretending to be civilians with Higuchi in order to get closer to the Agency. He promised it would’ve been a simple mission, though you had a thought that the plan was not going to go as well as Akutagawa would have hoped.

“You look beautiful yourself, Y/N,” she complimented you and you only returned a smile. She noticed your hesitant look and she scrunched up her nose. “Y/N, don’t worry. The plan will go smoothly and we will be able to capture the Weretiger.”

“I didn’t even want to do this, to begin with,” you muttered in annoyance.

“As much as I respect you as the future executive, I expected more of your support when it comes to the Port Mafia,” Higuchi retorted, placing her hands on her hips. “Y/N, you are aware that you cannot go back to the normal life from before, right? Because now you are part of the Port Mafia.”

You remained quiet, not wanting to continue on with the conversation but it seemed as if it was never going to escape you; high expectations of becoming the future executive, and with Mori on your head, praising you every moment you stepped into his large office—all of it was unbearable and almost terrifying at the same time.

“Your words don’t scare me, Higuchi,” you retorted, closing your eyes. “I can walk out at any moment and I know damn well that not one of you will come after me.”

“Then why haven’t you just yet?”

You turned your head, not wanting to respond.

However, Higuchi did it for you instead. “It’s because of Chuuya, correct?” She spoke out his name loudly, causing you to freeze in your position. “Y/N, are you in love with Chuuya?”

“It’s not that,” you groaned, placing a palm on your face. And of course, she’d ask that, but you were used to that question a lot at this point. “He was the one that came to me to begin with to get me in the Port Mafia; I just happen to call him a really close friend of mine.”

“Seems like he doesn’t see you as an only close friend.”

“I’d rather not talk about this right now,” you sighed deeply, waving a hand as you turned on your heel; footsteps audible as you continued down the dark hallway. “Let’s just get this over with.”

Higuchi followed behind you. “You are walking me to the Agency right?”

Shaking your head in annoyance, you pinched the bridge of your nose. “I think you have two feet and you can walk on your own, right?”

She didn’t find your response amusing and with her silence, you only continued to laugh out loud before shrugging your shoulders at her playfully. “I’m joking,” you said, tilting your head as she let out a deep breath next to you; both of your footsteps clacking on the floor as the scent of cigarettes poisoned your nose. “I’ll accompany you, I guess, but you’re doing all the work, yeah?”

“You as an executive…” she scoffed at that before you hummed teasingly at her, nudging your arm against her own. “Sometimes I can’t believe it, but I will continue to respect you as my higher-up regardless.”

“Come on, you don’t need to act so sophisticated around me,” you chuckled. “I’ll probably be finding my way out of the Port Mafia at some point if I’m being honest with you.”

She knitted her eyebrows in confusion. “I’m not sure why you’re telling me this information. I’m assuming the boss knows that you’d like to leave?”

“He definitely knows. But it’s not like Mori can do anything about it.”

“You’re staying because of Chuuya, isn’t it?”

You stopped walking before letting out an exhausted sigh. “Chuuya knows that I’ve been wanting to leave the Port Mafia for quite some time now. However, I don’t know how he’ll handle the news once he realizes that I will actually take my words seriously, like, you know,” you scratched your head, “walk out the door, for good?”

“I’m not going to tell you what you can and can’t do, but your presence in the Port Mafia itself has been nothing but helpful to all of us,” Higuchi explained. “Even I would like you to stay and don’t act like the boss won’t threaten you if you do end up walking out.”

“Oh, don’t worry, I know that he will,” you shrugged, waving a hand at her as she scoffed in response. You turned your foot around the corner of the hallway as you began walking. “He has already talked about it all; torture this and that, all to get me to not leave this dreadful organization.”

Raising her voice, Higuchi questioned you. “And why do you not fear any of his threats?”

You felt a smirk rise up on your lips and you turned around, growing the smile on your lips. “Because he knows that I can easily take over this organization within a matter of seconds. Mori can threaten me all he wants, but he will never admit that he’s actually scared of me.”

Part of your body twitched; the cockiness could only go for so far. At least, it kept you confident in a way, though you weren’t wrong with your words. Hidden beneath the sharp eyes of Mori, he knew you were capable of taking control of the whole Port Mafia if you wanted to.

Though you swore to yourself that no one would ever die by your hands. (Even you could hear Mori laugh out loud in pure amusement from your own oath; much to his enlightenment.)

“Your ability is something to be feared of,” Higuchi responded, feeling herself sweat after your sinister stare at her. “Not even Akutagawa can be above you.”

“I rarely use it unless I need to,” you rubbed your neck. “When it happens, I try to make it as quick as possible. I don’t like using it—actually, I hate it.”

“Why is that?”

“It’s just…” your voice trailed off, and thoughts began to spill in your head before you shook yourself out of the dreadful patterns. “It just sucks, let me put it that way. I’m not a fan of it.”

Both of you reached the wooden doors in front of you and as you placed a palm on your hand, Higuchi reached out and placed her hand onto yours. You turned to her, seeing her serious expression with her lips tightened. “Y/N, if anything goes wrong during this plan, I know that Akutagawa needs you there to take care of everything.”

“The only problem is that there is a man that is an ability nullifier in the Agency, correct?” You questioned, raising an eyebrow. “If that’s the case, I’ll need to be as far away from him as possible in order to use my ability—if I really have to,” you groaned playfully, earning an irritated glare from Higuchi.

“Don’t act so childish right now. I am being serious.”

“Whaaat, I’m not,” you rolled your eyes before you snickered at her annoyed stare. “Look, if I have to interfere with it all, it’ll be fine. I just have one question.”

“And what is that?”

“Who’s the name of the ability nullifier?” You asked with a sudden serious tone in your voice.

Higuchi gulped before turning away. “I’m not so—”

“Bullshit. I know you know the members of the Agency and so does everyone here,” you retorted, raising your voice as she took a step back. You noticed her behavior shift so you sighed and toned down your vocal volume. “If you don’t wanna tell me, then fine. I’ll figure it out myself.”

“Do you think that you’ll be able to defeat him? Once he touches you, your ability is no longer activated.”

You smiled at her before turning the knob on the door. “Don’t worry. I think I’m stronger than whoever he is.”

❀ - ❀ - ❀

Walking in the hallways of the Agency’s building was brand new to you. Not to mention, you were blending in as a citizen in need of the Agency’s help. Although you were surrounded by basic paintings on the light neutral painted wall and the plants were decorated on the tables, you couldn’t help but feel somewhat uncomfortable.

“You’re doing all the talking, right?” You questioned, raising your eyebrows.

Higuchi nodded before she stopped her feet in front of a door that was named ‘Armed Detective Agency’ and you felt your body shiver reading the name. You weren’t sure if it was your anxiety boiling you up—which most likely was—or the coffee that you drank about half an hour ago.

It was most likely both, really, but—whatever.

She raised her fist up high to knock before you interfered, “wait!”

She turned to you, knitting her eyebrows in confusion and you gulped. “I—uh, I need to excuse myself to the bathroom.”

“Seriously?” She snapped quietly and groaned in a quiet tone. “You just want to get away from the job, is that it?”

Yeah. Most definitely.

“No, absolutely not,” you chuckled in a playful tone.

You walked away from Higuchi calling out your name in annoyance before the door had swung open. Snickering in amusement, you kept your distance from her as your eyes glanced further down the hallway. The doors all looked similar to their dark wooden tone from what you noticed and you raised an eyebrow, making your way further down the hall.

There wasn’t much to the Agency building, despite the usual offices that were meant to be for storage purposes and more. You found it amusing knowing that you were able to skip your way out of a job—let alone, in hopes of catching the Weretiger—though it was difficult to slip your way out of certain missions. It was usually inevitable; Mori kept you wrapped around his finger, always chanting on to others about your ability and you could basically hear the chuckles of the blonde girl, Elise, rewind in your mind.

It had been fifteen minutes since Higuchi had made her way into the office. Much due to your grogginess and annoyance with the Port Mafia, you slowly grew impatient before you decided to knock on the door. At first, there was a loud shuffling of movement—almost similar to a loud thud and a slam of another door from within the room—and then the front office door opened.

Your eyes met with a younger man, with grey hair as his hand nervously shook on the knob. “Ah, hi,” he anxiously greeted you.

Raising an eyebrow, you recognized his features from the past reports. Knowing that you were meeting with the Weretiger, himself, you only smiled and let out a forced chuckle. “My apologies for interrupting, one of my colleagues is in there with you, correct?”

He blinked. “Ah, yes! To talk about the suspicious activity going on around the area, right?”

“Yup! I’m sorry but she talks for a looot,” you joked before he moved aside to make your way into the room.

Your eyes darted at Higuchi who—somehow politely—glared at you before she proceeded to talk to—what seemed to be—the other Agency members that were sitting on the opposite side of the couch.

Higuchi didn’t make any comment at you and instead introduced you as one of her colleagues. It wasn't long until you hopped onto the act and then spoke about the unusual whereabouts and suspicious activity of the issues going on around the area where you worked. At first, your eyebrows knitted at the sight of a younger woman clinging onto one of the Agency members—clearly taken back by her tight grasp—whilst the Weretiger boy anxiously sat on the couch.

“Um…” your voice slurred out in confusion, eyeing the door to your left as you heard a lot of wailing and bantering from the other side. The voices were muffled—along with the harsh slaps that were very audible despite the closed door. “What’s going on over there?”

“Oh!” The slim young boy with orange hair chirped up, eyebrows raised. “One of our other colleagues was flirting with your friend over here… and let’s say another coworker of mine wasn’t too pleased about that.”

You laughed, turning to Higuchi. “Looks like you’re getting men swooped off your feet, aren’t you?”

A wink was sent towards her way as you smiled at her holding back a scoff. “We are here to talk about our issues to the Armed Detective Agency. Let’s move on from that incident.”

“Suit yourself,” you stretched out your arms before turning on your heel. “I’ll be waiting outside.”

“Wa—”

“Don’t take too long, now!” An exclaim left your lips as you finally heard her scoff.

Playing games with some of your colleagues from the Port Mafia can be fun.

Sometimes.

❀ - ❀ - ❀

Dazai swung his legs on his office chair, singing along to a song while Atsushi was fiddling with his fingers. He watched the grey-haired boy walk back and forth for the past ten minutes now as Kunikida went more in-depth about the current mission; well-suited for a newer recruit, as Kunikida reassured, though Dazai knew that there was going to be suspicious activity.

Nonetheless, suspecting that the Port Mafia was toying with the Agency was not a surprise for Dazai. Much to his intelligence, he only smirked to himself in satisfaction as he kept his hands resting on his headphones while keeping his head down on his desk.

“Hey, kid,” Kunikida’s voice called out to Atsushi, a photo loosely tucked in his palm. “Look here, memorize this picture and take note.”

Dazai looked up, intrigued by the conversation. Kunikida handed Atsushi a photo and sternly said, “if you see this man, run.”

The suicidal man knew exactly who Kunikida was talking about.

“Who is he?” Atsushi questioned, raising his eyebrows in curiosity.

“A mafioso,” Dazai responded quickly, lifting himself up to sit on his desk, not minding the crumbled papers and pencils rolling off the surface. “Honestly, we only call him that because we don’t know anything else about him.”

Keeping his thoughts to himself, Dazai kept his head down, allowing the muffled voices of his colleagues to fade out into the distance. Part of his past from the Port Mafia continued to brew inside him; stirring up a pot in unfortunate demise; Dazai never really dwelled too much onto his past. Not when your presence had almost gotten involved with his shenanigans, though the past had been tucked away for quite some time.

Dazai had moved on—to the Agency. A better man. He strived for it, even though, part of his blood still lingered on the old side of his mafia days.

“The man’s ability is designed specifically for bloodshed,” Kunikida said, still explaining the man in the photo to Atsushi. “The police don’t want to get involved with it and the military doesn’t. To tell you the truth, I wouldn’t want to pick a fight with him either.”

Atsushi gripped the photo hard. “What’s his name?”

“His name is Akutagawa,” Kunikida knitted his eyebrows as Dazai clenched his hands on his desk at the mention of that name. “But that isn’t all.”

“Ha, there’s more…?”

“There is supposedly a newer member of the Port Mafia who is just as dangerous as him.”

Atsushi scratched his neck anxiously. “Wh—what’s their name?”

“We aren’t sure,” Dazai responded, tilting his head to make eye contact with his two colleagues. “We just know it’s a young woman who’s affiliated with the Port Mafia. Her ability is unknown and we don’t know how dangerous she really is.”

For once, Dazai actually wasn’t aware of who the newer member was—only rumors spread around the city of Yokohama, whispers amongst the crowds and newspapers flaring about an unknown person that was a part of the Port Mafia. Not much was found about the newer member; it was nothing but a mystery to Dazai, which caused him to be intrigued.

Rarely, he found himself questioning the newer member since he hadn't met anyone back in his time in the Port Mafia that could’ve been just as powerful as those that he worked with in the past. It interested him, caused him to dwell more on the subject, though as much as he’d like to dwell deeper into the Mafia’s hidden secrets, it was best to keep his past tucked away—solely, for the purpose of an old friend’s wish.

And, perhaps so, to become a better man for you.

Wherever you were.

❀ - ❀ - ❀

You kicked the door to the abandoned apartment building, coughing as you wailed your hand around from the trickles of dust. Part of you cursed Akutagawa for choosing the dirtiest place to have you hide in, though you were aware it had been the best choice.

‘I didn’t even wanna do this,’ groaning to your thoughts, you sighed. Looking back at it, you knew that you didn’t want to participate with so many activities involving the Port Mafia. Childishly, you’d avoid them—a mere worker that was too lazy to do her job, really, and even bantered on about how you didn’t want to associate with any of the mafia’s future plans; such as capturing the Weretiger.

But you couldn’t blame yourself. As you placed a hand on the railing, continuing to cough from the clouds of dust, you scrunched up your nose at the flashes of bloodshed and unforgivable crime that the Port Mafia had affiliated with—such as hearing the words of Mori forcing your body to fall into assassination tasks though you only argued in response to him that you would never kill anybody and you’d swore an oath to it.

(Imagining the wicked grin on Mori’s face was unpleasant enough.)

To be stuck in an organization that had nothing but murder, extortion, and God, much more. This wasn’t the life you wanted. Nonetheless, the life you had from before. Such a shame that the normality that you once held had vanished, and now, your eyes laid down to the light scars along your wrist, marking every moment that your ability had been used during dangerous circumstances.

However, this mission would’ve been easy. Capturing the Weretiger—simple enough.

Nothing you couldn’t handle.

(And, rightfully so, Mori promised you a last-minute weekend vacation to not be pestered by any Port Mafia duties. Not that you’d do most of them if you were assigned to act upon them, anyway.)

When you reached a decent level, you managed to make your way into an empty, dirty apartment, and you walked into a bedroom. Sunlight peeked through, capturing your sudden attention from the darkness basking in the empty room. Walking to the window, you looked down to see that you weren’t too high up from Higuchi down below, who was holding her gun towards the Agency members.

You watched the scene unfold; eyes widening at the young girl from before, who clung onto the younger man with the orange hair, falling to her knees; blood gushing from her open bullet wounds. Slamming your fist against the wall, you gritted your teeth and kept your breaths steady.

“Fucking hell,” you snapped quietly. “Enough of this bloodshed. I’m so sick of this.”

It wasn’t long until Akutagawa swooped down to fight alongside the Weretiger. Your eyes darted back and forth, watching the Weretiger jump from the empty dumpster to attempt to land on Akutagawa, and even so, you gasped at the strength Akutagawa held. His Rashomon ability was strong; whereas you weren’t very capable of such physical strength.

No matter. The fight had been going on long enough.

And prickling your finger didn’t hurt as much as you’d thought it would. It had been a while since you used your ability, but in the case of Akutagawa’s stubbornness to keep the fight going, you weren’t surprised that you had to fall into play for the plan. Not wanting to dwell in the abandoned apartment any further, you eyed the small drip of blood trailing down your skin.

Eyes dancing along the tiny bit of red. You never thought that you’d get used to the sight of blood. Then again, a simple drop wasn’t meant to frighten you—or anyone, in that matter. Sighing, you felt your heart pick up its pace; pumping the blood through the course of your veins. Body falling into a higher temperature, not so much of a fever, but the growth of your ability has always kept your head warm for an unknown reason.

The sting of your pupils caused you to shut your eyes for a moment before blinking rapidly, watching the aura of red seep out of your skin while you watched the movements of Akutagawa outside in the alleyway. Part of you laughed at the splatters of red painted on the ground. ‘Always leaving a mess,’ you thought—not surprised by Akutagawa’s evidence of blood.

Breathing in deeply, your eyes darted to the Weretiger, frantically jumping from the dark walls of the outside buildings before your mind quickly retorted to one word.

‘Sleep.’

Within seconds, the Weretiger let out a defeated howl before tumbling down to the ground; eyes fluttering to a quick shut. Seeing Akutagawa down there made your fists clench as he tried to land a hit to the—now—sleeping Weretiger.

“Time for a nap,” you sighed.

Landing your eyes on Akutagawa from below, he continued to unleash more of his Rashomon power towards the Weretiger. Even Higuchi was frantically screaming that the Weretiger was asleep and could finally have been captured. You sighed, slapping your forehead before shaking your head.

Keeping your gaze on Akutagawa, you noticed the frustration boiling up inside him. Though he was taking it too far—and you weren’t sure if him attempting to fight a sleeping target was supposed to be him releasing his bottled-up emotions (whatever that could be) or that he was attempting to boost his ego furthermore to dwell deep into the satisfaction of impressing that older executive that he’d always obsess over.

It didn’t matter. The Weretiger was now asleep.

Squinting your eyes at Akutagawa, you exhaled in exhaustion.

‘Freeze.’

Within moments, the black-haired man stopped to his feet before he attempted to shift from his frozen movement. It was difficult to hear him from below, though you could practically hear his grunts since he knew that he was under your spell now. Of course, he was—as anyone would underneath the ability that you withheld.

You weren’t sure how abilities really came into play; a whole world where you were met with unique people that held powers that were indescribable to others. And you—out of misfortune—had to be given an ability that only Mori could tease and envy about. Perhaps that was the reason why he gave you the position of a Port Mafia executive rather quickly; maybe Chuuya was meant to find you since even you—yourself—had known the capabilities of your power.

If you wanted, a simple drop of your blood was enough to take over the Port Mafia, but at what cost? Not that your heart had set for a pointless dream; powers were one thing, though it became a nuisance—nothing but a traumatizing talent to bestow and flaunt about.

“Don’t fight against my ability, Akutagawa,” you murmured underneath your breath as he attempted to move from his frozen position. “I can control the mind and the movements of others so long as I sacrifice my own blood. You never really learn much, do you? You’re a really complex one, God.”

“Takes one to know one.”

A raspy voice was heard, followed along with a chuckle. The sunlight beaming in through the only window you were watching from was the only source of light to the abandoned room. Quickly, you turned around, grabbing onto the figure behind you, hidden within the shadows before you slammed the intruder to the ground; handcuffed around their neck as a cough echoed across the room.

Your eyes widened with a gasp stuttering out from your lips.

As if a grin was enough to make your heart swirl with the eyes of a familiar man—Dazai—resting underneath your grip as his hands clenched around your arm. The shakiness of your body was enough to cause you to loosen the grip though your mind remained intact with the current mission at stake.

“No way…” you chokingly breathed out.

“Hello, my belladonna,” he grinned. That damn smile. So proud of his cocky tone, as usual, and Dazai’s grip tightened on you before you noticed a flash of light blue that lit up the room. Within a blink of an eye, your temperature had died down before you noticed the red aura illuminating from your body had suddenly vanished.

With the shocked look in your eyes, Dazai kept that grin on his face before you turned, running towards the window, brushing past the ripped curtains. An electric bolt shot through your body, causing you to clench your fists at the movement of the—now awake—Weretiger fighting an even more frustrated Akutagawa down below; Higuchi left speechless from afar.

‘Dazai…’

Your thoughts trailed away before you turned around, not acting on instinct before your body leaped up to lunge at him and then grabbed ahold of his neck. Pushing his body against the wall, anger boiled up within you—and you weren’t sure if it was because he was the ability nullifier that you had just discovered about at that moment or, maybe, it was the realization that he was working with the Agency yet you were a part of a deadlier, terrifying organization.

Maybe it was because he left you so long ago without a word—no proper reason.

No matter what emotions you felt, all at once, the spirits of anger and sadness combined into one together, and tears filled up your eyes. Part of you wanted to pull him into a hug; a shitty reunion, yet this wasn’t the plan nor had it been what you were assigned to do. An ability nullifier. Osamu Dazai. Leaving you in speechless gasps, you shook your head as your grip tightened around his neck.

He chuckled loudly. So pretty—as his voice had always been. “My, my, I miss you… too, I guess?” Dazai said in amusement, raising his palms up to surrender. “Is this your way of flirting, my dear Y/N?”

“You haven’t changed,” you responded, biting your lip.

“I notice that you have,” he elevated his brows before letting out a sigh. “Buuut you’re in the way of my tiger. I’m here to retrieve him and my other colleagues, so would you kindly let me go?”

“You’re with the Agency…” you breathed out.

“And it seems like you’re with the Port Mafia,” Dazai smirked, almost finding the situation to be a comedic show for him. “Didn’t think that you’d ever fall into the acts of such an evil—”

“Shut up.”

“Ow, ow, oooow,” he whined dramatically. “You’re too harsh on my neck. Should’ve asked you to strangle me to death. You know that won’t be such a bad way to go?”

Gritting your teeth, tears slowly trailed down your flushed cheeks. “You really haven’t changed.”

“I’m sorry buuut—” Dazai choked on his breath after the hold on his neck became tighter. Though within seconds, your back was met with a harsh kick to have you tumble over him and then heave out breaths. Your body trembled on the dirty floor; rough coughs echoing throughout the blanket of darkness despite the window that portrayed a gleam of sunlight.

Hearing footsteps after Dazai had gotten up, you turned to him and then—without thinking—grabbed ahold of his ankle and he fell down to the ground again before attempting to rush his way up. Quickly, you loop your leg around his waist and then roll him over on the ground, causing your weight to shift on top of him with your arm finally meeting his neck.

Part of you didn’t want to do this. Fighting with him. It was almost unbearable, yet your body stung with so many dreadful emotions seeing this man once again. You didn’t dwell much into the fact that you would’ve reunited with him this way—realizing that he was your enemy and that no matter how much he acted from before, nothing was going to take away from the truth that he was with the Agency.

Enemy. That’s what Dazai was to you. Regardless of how bittersweet your tears tasted on the tip of your tongue, you knew that was the realization and you couldn’t back down from a mission. Or really, you could—but that would've left the hunt for the Weretiger after all this time to be completely wasted.

“I’m sorry,” you croaked out.

Dazai kept his hands on your arm, clearly struggling underneath the weight of you on top of him, pinning his neck down to the floor. Disheveled brown hair sprawled out angelically despite the tensed-up situation you were both in.

Without saying another word, you closed your eyes, letting a cry be released from your lips. Dazai stared at you, completely breathless before you felt his palm on your reddened cheek. His thumb swirled around your skin; a warm touch to the overheated body you were in, and he wiped as much of the tears away.

“Don’t be,” he responded and you carefully removed your arm from his neck. Dazai didn’t make any sudden movements at you and instead, he helped himself up. You didn’t stop him this time. The enemy. That was what he was. A villain to your tragic story of being in the mafia. “Belladonna…”

“Get your tiger and colleagues out of here,” you quipped, keeping your head down.

“Y/N, listen to me.”

“What?” You snapped, pleading that he’d get out of your sight, yet part of you wanted him to stay.

Dazai adjusted his position before he threw his arms around you quickly, pulling you in for a tight hug. A faint dash of cologne lingered along your lips as his bandaged neck met with your flushed face. A tremble of your bottom lip caused you to close your eyes, not wanting to open them for any longer—for if this was a dream, you’d hope you would never wake up and only lay with him for as long as you’d wish.

“I’m so glad you’re okay,” Dazai spoke softly, petting your head. You nearly froze at his touch before you pictured that smiling face of his in your mind. “I’m very happy you’re alright.”

“I—I told you to get the Weretiger and your colleagues out of here,” your voice trembled in response. “Don’t worry about me. Ju—just get out of here.”

“Let me tell you one thing, my belladonna.”

“What now?”

He hummed delicately, almost easing your racing heart.

“I’m sorry for leaving you.”

Quickly, he stood up in a flash before exiting the empty room. Your eyes watched his figure fade into the dark shadows, your position shook, completely unable to move before your gaze slowly made its way down to the floor. Eyes meeting with the chipped wood before you let out a quiet sob—soft wails tumbled out yet it caused your body to tremble down into an unfortunate abyss.

It wasn’t long until you forced your way to the window from where you watched Dazai taking control of the fight between Akutagawa and the Weretiger. Like before, the flashes of light blue took control of your sight before you blinked as the bright illuminations vanished immediately. It seemed as if Akutagawa had fallen back, and you knew—fully—that Akutagawa was going to question the meaning behind Dazai’s sudden presence.

Despite how much your legs shook in complete shock after seeing Dazai once again, you made your way further down the abandoned apartment building to end up in the same alleyway where the others were having a simple chit-chat. Higuchi noticed your figure, waving out to you as her empty gun rested in her other hand.

Walking up to Akutagawa, he watched you before you sent out a tired look and turned away.

And facing the view of Dazai standing in front of you was so unsettling. It wasn’t how it used to be from before, where you shared smiles and giggles with one another—resting on rooftops as the stars danced above you and the late-night walks that he’d frantically skip down the streets on. Those faint memories of delight have faded into a fog; the harsh reality of it all.

“I’d expect nothing less other than you, Dazai,” Akutagawa snapped, furrowing his eyebrows at the tall man who kept his bandaged arms crossed.

You sighed, keeping your head down as your eyes were kept shut.

A scoff escaped Akutagawa’s lips.

“After all, you were a Port Mafia executive, weren’t you?”

Your eyes widened at his comment.

Y/N L/N'S ABILITY: Dracula - Capable of manipulating the minds of others along with being in control of their movements once she sacrifices some of her blood.

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