Sylvester ⊹ ࣪ ˖

masterlist .ᐟ || requests ; open || 16 || rules .ᐟ ||

|| Rules ;

yes!

|| platonic only || will do violence || will do heavy topics of mental health || sh, suicide ||

no!

|| won't do dark romance/romance of any kind || proship || incest || rape || noncon || anything immoral ||

I will and always have added tws, just lmk if i had missed anything!

𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐝𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐢, 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚, 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫.

𝘛𝘞; 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥, 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘱 𝘰𝘣𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘴, 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭; 𝟐.𝟒𝐤

Chapt 1 | chapt 2 | chapt 3 | chapt 4 | . . .

"Oh–elise?!" You exclaim, only having just come back to see elise doodling away on the documents you tried hiding.

"Hm?" Elise turned, then giggled and raised up the piece of paper she was coloring on.

You couldn't tell whether to be concerned or a little touched by her drawing, which entailed you, dazai, her and chuuya.

You were holding elise's hand, while both chuuya and dazai were six feet under..While you could understand the dazai part, you couldn't wrap your head around how chuuya could've possibly wronged elise.

"Um..what did chuuya do this time?" You ask quietly, still processing the gruesome image in front of you while elise sighed as if she had been stuck on this topic for a while.

"He didn't get me my strawberry cheesecake when i asked.." she frowned, utterly disappointed in chuuya that it was almost humorous and worrying.

"Ah." You nod, not pushing further and gently taking the drawing from her to inspect it more closely. "Well, you did absolutely fantastic!" You praised.

"You think so?" Elise smiled, clasping her hands together and giving you the biggest puppy dog eyes.

"Of course." You chuckle, folding the paper and putting it in your pocket swiftly before anyone could waltz in and see the disaster elise caused.

You just hope she doesn't pin it on you. You wouldn't be surprised..to be fair..

You looked up towards the massive windows, watching as the sun set among the horizon just right. The warm sunray's coloring the dark red room in a hazy glow.

"Do you want to die like dazai?" Elise suddenly perked up, and you looked down at her, your original smile smoothing out into a thin line.

"No. That's a waste of time." You simply stated, your gaze turning back to the window and elise followed along.

"Good!" She proudly huffed, a big smile on her face as she watched the horizon with you for a few seconds longer, until she decided she was bored and went back to scribbling.

"Oh, by the way, i think rinat–" elise began, but realized you were already gone and blinked, looking around the room then coming to the conclusion that you ran the second you heard his name..

Which, yes, that's why you ran.

You slipped your hand into the pocket of your trench coat, heels clicking down the hallway as you walked with determination. You then took out the drawing elise drew and tore it apart without another thought.

When you walked by a trashcan you threw the little pieces in there and continued on.

You're only being nice to elise because you had to.

𑣲.

You didn't think it'd happen so early. You had only started training recently, it didn't seem like you'd already gained so much attention just from a few appearances..but here you are.

Due to your lack of experience, the fact you were new and dazai's one and only little sister..you'd been kidnapped on your first job.

It was meant to be easy, just..take the victim and drag them all the way back to the mafia, or get the information there.

So, on you went.And now..You sit in a chair, head hanging low and expression blank. Your nose had stopped bleeding a while ago, now there was only dried blood and an exhaustion lingering inside you.

You sat in the creaky warehourse, a slight shiver going down your spine as the cool night air slipped through the cracks of the window behind you, a slight irritation bubbling inside at the stark contrast of temperature.

"What do you gain outta this?" You raise your head lazily, blinking up at the man who guarded the door before you.

"You." He points, and your eyes narrow. "My ability?" You correct and the man gruffs, not giving a definite yes or no, so it was safe to assume that's exactly what they wanted.

"Ugh. If you wanted someone's memories to be erased you could've just paid me a buck and moved on with your day.." you complained, slouching in your chair and feeling around what was keeping your wrists and ankles restrained.

It didn't feel like metal, it just felt like rope. You struggled against it for a few seconds until it became too tight around your skin. You didn't have to look to see it was red, you felt it.

"You're shallow." The man spat, and you flicked your gaze back to him with surprise.

"You do have a backbone!" You smile, then take in a very slow deep breath before slamming your head backwards into the window, listening as the glass shattered upon the force and some of it clattering onto the ground.

The chair you were stuck to fell onto the ground, landing on its side and you took this chance to grab a shard, although before you could do anything the man rushed over and yanked you up by your hair, snatching the shard from you and shoving your head down to assess the damage.

"Have you lost your goddamn mind?!" The man shouted at you, yanking your head up again to look you in the eye, and it was too late.

Upon touch, your ability activated and you got access to the man's memories.

It was either you were going to tear the rope apart with the glass, or you had to hope this man was stupid enough to touch you.

You erased everything.And when the man snapped back to reality, he was face to face with a girl tied up, shaking and sobbing, begging to be let free.

"Please!" You pleaded, lowering your head slowly, every few seconds a hiccup would escape your throat as you cried. "Help me!"

"Shit–" the man stumbled back in shock, fear settling in as well as a splitting headache taking place, his mind fuzzy as he stared at you.

"How did this happen?!" He hurried to ask, moving behind you to untie you and you slowly shook your head.

"I- don–don't know!!" You sniffled. Once your wrists and ankles were free you rose from where you sat and looked over the rope burn on your wrists before turning to the man again.

"Thank you! Do..do you know where we are?" You wiped your tears, putting on your best innocent face as the man opened his mouth to speak.

Until you were tazed from behind.

"FUCK!" you yelped, immediately dropping forward onto the ground and shutting your eyes when the man got shot in front of you.

"Oh, bless.." a taunting voice appeared, and you could basically feel the condescending smile radiating off of them as they slowly stepped over you, not afraid to give you a kick on the way over.

Your body rolled from the force and your back hit the wall, your breath being knocked out of your lungs and you curled up into a fatal position, pain ringing throughout your body as the voice chuckled.

"I don't know what you were expecting..i wasn't gonna be dumb enough to just let one man stay put here? The second the window shattered i was notified!" The person snorted, then crouched down before you, moving a hand up to push back your hair.

"Such long locks.." they hummed, their hand moving to your hair and you opened an eye to see another hand reach behind them, the glint of metal shining in the moonlight.

Scissors.

"You do know it's dangerous, right?" They tutted, shaking their head in disapproval and grasping your hair with more grip, raising it up to get a good look.

"You could be running and someone could snatch you by your hair." They frowned, a frown full of pity and twisted amusement.

You could only watch. Now left paralyzed and unable to move as the scissors got closer.

Snip.

Your hair falled before you, and you didn't bother looking up as more hair dropped to the ground, creating a pool of locks.

You had a hollow gaze, but you wanted nothing more than to cry.

Your hair was a part of your identity, and you were powerless as it was being stripped from you.

"There!" The voice sung, dropping the scissors in front of your face and reaching over to grab one of the glass shards to show you your hair, hair that no longer went past or even reached your shoulders.

"Isn't that more ideal?" They gleefully inquired, tossing the glass to the side and tilting their head, a frown taking place on their face as they inspected your reaction.

"I gave you a favor, did i not?" They sighed, "guess that's what happens when you try to help others..hmm?" They patted your head before slowly rising into a stand.

"Not even a 'thank you'.." they tried to guilt, acting as if it pained them, acting as if they actually did you a favor.

Then, another window shattered, and glass flew across the room, along with a bullet whizzing through the air and splitting right through the persons head.

You couldn't even move when you heard footsteps run inside, checking the small warehouse and voices outside, although you knew it was finally over when you heard your brothers voice.

"How much trouble are you going to–" he began to scold you, until he saw the cut hair on the ground and the state you were in.

You slowly turned your head to look up at him, exhaustion clear in your eyes as they finally started to water.

"Who was that..?" You shakily asked, voice raspy and silent.

"We dont know." He lied, stepping closer and crouching down to look over your injuries, all while you slowly hid your face and held back tears, another hand reaching over to the hair on the ground.

Dazai saw your grief, saw how you reacted to this loss, and knew that you were going to lose a lot more than you have now if you continued on this path. Not that you had a choice, anyway.

He didn't have a true connection with you, although it wasn't the same as the way it started. He wasn't going to make your suffering worse by his apathetic front of being an executive.

So, he scooped you up in his arms, bit back whatever scolding words he wanted to throw at you and took you back to the port mafia himself. Knowing that whatever had just happened in there hurt more than whatever he had to say.

Once you were brought back to the mafia, you had gotten patched up. You sat on the table as some unknown pressed gauze to the back of your head, your head hanging low and gaze stuck on your hands.

' Who even was that? ' you thought to yourself, knowing that such a condescending and proud voice like that couldn't just die so easily. It sounded so calculated..

As you pondered, the clinic door clicked open and in stepped kōyō. Despite your rough run in with her, you still looked up and went to asking questions before you could hear whatever she had to say.

"Do you know who took me?" You looked her in the eye, brow furrowed in determination while kōyō was stumped.

"My, apparently a beating didn't change anything." She shook her head, taking a few steps closer to you and looking down at you with a look that nearly resembled pity.

"Mmh, i do. Although i may not know their name, in fact nobody does, but i do know they aren't dead." She shrugged, then put a hand to her chin, taking in your new appearance while you looked utterly distraught.

"What?!" You exclaimed, and the woman before you put a finger up to her lips.

"Please, be silent, it's not polite to yell." She chuckled, then lowered herself to your level and her smile faded into a frown.

"But, yes, they aren't dead. I do apologize, flower. I know this, because the organization's operations hadn't stopped, to be honest, we'd had our eyes on them for a while." Kōyō confessed, and you just stared at her, your expression the most ticked off it's looked before slowly inhaling and letting your head fall into your hands.

At that, kōyō stood with a small huff and waltzed back out the room without bothering to utter another word to you.

Once you were fully patched up, you were allowed to leave the clinic. So, off you went with more questions and your new look.

What's worse?

As you walked, you felt someone grab your shoulder and heard a familiar raspy voice call you 'dazai'..

"Who the hell are you calling dazai?!" You turn around without any hesitation to see chuuya, who fell silent and looked as if he was seeing a ghost.

"What the hell?! You look exactly like him!" He pointed out, and you sputtered back, now offended.

"What?! Do you need a pair of glasses because no i do not!" You argue back, and chuuya points to a mirror on the wall.

"Look for yourself! If it weren't for your voice, you could pass as him easily!" He yelled back, and you waved him off...Yeah, no, you still looked in the mirror and gulped at your own reflection.

"Is it that baddd..?" You groaned under your breath, toying with your hair and squishing your face while chuuya trotted up next to you and leaned against the wall, side eyeing you and letting out a snort.

"See? What did i tell ya?" He sighed, jumping a little at the sound of the thud that came from you hitting your forehead against the glass.

"My hair.." you whisper to yourself, your eyes starting to water again as your hands rested on the sides of your head.

Chuuya took notice of this, and didn't know what to do. This wasn't his forte, and he had no idea what happened on that mission. So he just stayed silent and offered his presence.

"I don't even know what they wanted from me.." you shakily sighed, your head rising from the mirror to begrudgingly look at your own face once more.

"Like..yeah..for my ability 'n all, but who for? What reason?" You questioned more, forgetting chuuya's presence who stayed unmoving beside you.

"..there's no point in wasting time in useless questions like that now." Chuuya waved his hand in front of your face, snapping you out of whatever state you were in and you looked over to him.

"I guess." You scoff, pushing yourself away from the mirror and solemnly waltzing away from the ginger.

Tags; @cinnamncornflakes

I hope its okay i add a secret third option as a villain to make things interesting, ill just die if not like its fine. Wtver. I dont even care even. Anyway.

𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐝𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐢, 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚, 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫.

𝘛𝘸; 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮, 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦, 𝘥𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭; 𝟏.𝟐𝐤

Chapt 1 | Chapt 2 | Chapt 3 | Chapt 4 | . . .

You didn't do it.

𑣲.

You didn't know your brother was..suicidal. honestly you didn't blame him for being that way, you thought about it..but that wasn't something you ever wanted to act on.

How'd you find out? Well..

"Yo, i need uh, like..useless paperwork for elise to scribble on, she wants to draw on important documents and i'm hoping–" you suddenly came to a stop, watching as he didn't even bother to stop what he was doing, the pills he was taking.

You stared for a few seconds as he raised them to his mouth, although something stopped him before he could pop them in.

"Brother..?" Your voice came out silent, almost like a whimper as your hands on the handle slolwy became loose. Your expression a mix of hurt and confusion.

And it almost rattled him. Just a week ago you were giving him shit, he didn't expect you to sound so sincere. Even more, he didn't expect you to call him that.

You don't know why you suddenly cared, maybe it was because he's your brother..and maybe as much as he doesn't want to get to know you, you want to know him.

You also nearly stumbled back when you realized he could've just been taking medication, that maybe you were overreacting..but that sudden feeling of dread seeking into you when you saw him, you already knew it wasn't good.

"What're..why? What?" You mumbled out, your body rigid as your gaze kept still on the pills in his palm.

"What does it look like?" He bluntly retorted, disappointment creeping in and slight agitation at the disruption. Although, at least he had the decency to put the pills down.

You didn't even want to bother asking why again. What kind of stupid question is that?

'Why do you want to die?' Because life is fucking hell? Because he's in a mafia? Obviously, it just seems like a bitch slap in the face to ask that and completely disregard the environment they're in.

"For how long?" You slowly calm down when he put down the pills, moving to step in further and close the door behind you.

"..a while." He vaguely answered, turning away from you and instead staring at the table.

You slowly and hesitantly began walking closer to him, until you were next to him and you took a seat. You reached over to grab the pill bottle, moving slowly as to not make the wrong move.

"Ah c'mon..you're gonna barge in and take my pills? Not very respectful." He tried to joke, and you just sighed and stuffed the pills in your pocket.

"Not very safe. As if that matters anyway..that's something you could care less about, but i care." You sheepishly admit, resting your head onto your arms and gently swaying the spinny chair side by side.

Dazai watched you carefully. The slow movement, the relaxation, your stimming..

"You sound like oda." He stuck his tongue out, and you perked up.

"Oda? There's another sane person here??" You chuckle, and dazai just leans back, gazing up at the large curtains.

"You'd probably like him." He shrugged, and your eyes basically glistened. Just the thought of someone actually somewhat normal to talk to, instead of these psychopaths and sycophants, made you ecstatic.

"Do you..think..there is meaning to life?"

And that, was when the air in the room completely switched.

Dazai somewhat didn't want to ask, as he'd already known what you would say, but just maybe..you'd go against what the expects, that you'd surprise him.

"Meaning?" You question, "that's..a contradictory subject." You hum, gaze turning to the side as dazai turns to you with interest.

"Oh?" He tilts his head, watching as the gears turn in yours.

"Meaning is in itself meaningless at the same time. We as people, humans, can't live without meaning. We give meaning to everything, but the same can't be said when it's the other way around. It's purely just a human factor thet helps us go on." You ramble on, your gaze turning to him and you watched carefully for a reaction.

"..although if i had to be honest.." you began once more, "i don't care for any of that. I don't want to question things like that, not because i'm scared of it, but because i don't see a point in that either."

"I'd rather just exist feeling sure of myself than not feeling sure of anything, because then maybe i'd enjoy my life a little more."

Dazai stared at you for a few long seconds, then let out a shallow sigh, moving his hand up to rest it on your head.

You couldn't tell if that was disappointment, or an understanding.

Whatever that was, it made you agitated.

It made you feel like, maybe you managed to reach him, to understand more, just to be a few steps too far behind.

"Why are you still in the mafia?" You couldn't help but ask, and dazai let out a small chuckle.

"Where else am i supposed to go?" He removed his hand, and you frowned.

Yeah, dumb question, this is the only thing giving him something to do.

"I haven't ate anything all day." You trail off, a mindless pout taking place on your face and dazai just rested his chin against the back of his hand.

"What's that have to do with me?" He deadpans, and you slowly turn to give him the most offended look.

"Um? Hello? Feed me? What are you doing? Obviouslyyyy you're older so you take care of me? Hello???" You joke, letting out a snort as the other just flicked your forehead.

"Welp, i oughta get going. I'd also get those papers for elise." He reminded you, pushing himself away from the table and standing up, turning on his heel and walking out of the room while you sprung up and began to look around.

𑣲.

The blood dripped down your arms, the knife clattered onto the ground and you've left yourself with nothing.

Why'd you do it..?

Pain feels like a relieving itch, but..this didn't feel like that same satisfying itch.

It just felt like a waste, like nothing. No relief, no control was given. No autonomy.

You didn't need this pain, and who were you doing this for? Did you even hurt yourself because you wanted to, or did another force pick up that knife? That wasn't you, right? Nobody else is around to watch, so who..

' Are you happy? Is this what you wanted from me? ' you thought.

A lot of the time when you did stuff like this, there was always a thought in your head that made you feel like you were standing on a stage constantly, performing every act of harm you could possibly portray to your best abilities.

For an audience that didn't exist besides you. You didn't know why you felt a twisted happiness from it, it made you so confused..

You then woke up in a cold sweat, shooting up from your resting position and immediately looking at your wrists that held no injuries, no scars.

A nightmare. That was rare for you, dreaming at all was rare for you.

Even your suffering was funny to you and you didn't even know why. It was just ironic.

' i love my life ' you thought. Just to keep yourself level headed.

Tags; @cinnamncornflakes

Next chapter might have more words because i see i only do 1k and it makes me ill i want more

𝐂𝐡𝐮𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐨𝐠 𝐡𝐲𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮!

𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 1.5𝘬

𝘔𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴? ; 𝘺𝘦𝘴!

𝐇𝐌; 𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐚, 𝐝𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐢 & 𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢

Chuuya always wanted a dog, although you may see why he doesn't have one..Well for one, he's a port mafia executive, he barely has any time for any pets? Obviously..and also he doesn't want to hear dazai's excessive bitching if he were to get a dog.

And yes, it specifically has to be a dog. He won't settle for anything else.

And also yes, it was extremely pitiful when he would run into a dog on a mission or just when he was out, taking his time to pet said dog with the aching feeling to take it home.

Although one day, that seemed to have changed.

Chuuya had been in his office when he was called up to mori's in the middle of writing a report until his phone rang.

When chuuya had stepped through the door, and his eyes first landed on the sight, he expected everything else but this.

He was expecting mori to give him a mission, to be told to train a new recruit, to maybe go punish some traitor (AHEM.)

But, no.

"Ah, chuuya! Perfect!" Mori clapped his hands with a conniving smile, complete innocence overshadowing the fact that there was a teen standing next to him with dog ears and a tail..a hybrid..

That's when it dawned on the red head.

"I was hoping you could take in our friend here? I certainly have no use for them!" He gleamed, while the kid next to him grimaced, ears folded back and tail hanging low in dread.

He called for chuuya because he knew chuuya had the highest chance of saying yes. Although, this is when this has to be taken into account for chuuya.

The executive didn't immediately give a yes, he just stood in silence with a furrowed brow.

You're not necessarily just a dog..you're a teenager, a kid, you aren't some animal and you need just as much attention and care that he has no time for, besides, chuuya is too young to take in some teenager just like that!

Although he can't necessarily just say no to his boss..on top of that, where else are you gonna go? If anything, chuuya is the best option you have out of everybody else.

As much as chuuya wanted to say no, he had no choice in this matter.

"..fine. Although don't expect me to take in some random again." He spun around, gesturing for you to follow him.

And now here you are. Walking next to a rather short red-headed executive of the port mafia.

"How old are you, kid?" The man spoke up, deciding to get to know you a little better since you'll be living in his apartment now..or maybe he might get you your own under his money.

"Sixteen." You bluntly stated, moving a hand up to adjust your hair; purely out of nervousness.

"I see, i assume your ability is..that, right?" He vaguely gestured to you, his face twisting into a wince at how judgmental he sounded.

"So, if it wasn't, i wouldn't have ears and a tail..i don't know if you know this, but i don't look normal." You sarcastically retorted, not afraid to give him attitude after that insensitive comment, and chuuya couldn't blame you for that.

"Yeah i realized after i said it." He coughed into his fist, "how'd you end up in the mafia's hands?"

"Eh. I took a turn, ended up on the wrong side of the city..got captured, slowly got transferred up the ranks and hit the boss." You casually explained, acting as if this was just another tuesday, acting as if your life currently hadn't just taken a complete 180°.

"Really?" Chuuya looked over, a little appalled at your laidback stance and a tad frustrated over it.

"Yep."

You weren't freaking out, and he couldn't understand why. Did you not understand the full situation? Sure you aren't in danger but now..now you could be, just by being by his side, someone could come and take you and–

Nope. Thinking way faster than he should be.

"Well, you'll be staying with me. I'll have to buy you clothes and basic needs.." he trailed off, taking out his phone to check the time.

Although that made you stop, and you turned to the man standing next to you.

"Why..?" You awkwardly smiled, and chuuya turned to look at you as if you were a dumbass.

"Are you a dumbass?" He couldn't help but ask, his expression every bit of irritated at your dumb question and you just deadpanned.

"What did you expect?! I thought i was gonna have to fend for myself!" You exclaim, a bit of a whiny tone in your voice as you pouted.

"Hell no??" He then scoffed, "alright, whatever, i have time. Let's get going before i throw you out the window."

"WHAT?!"

And now..here you are. Again.

You knew he'd have some money on him, as he's an executive..but you didn't expect him to just throw his card at you and tell you "go crazy"?? Like, hello??

So, you stood there staring at the card now in your hand, your expression in complete awe while chuuya just stood there proud.

"You can't seriously be that rich?" You gape, eyes flicking up to look at him and your shoulders drooped, a disgruntled expression painting over your previous surprised one.

"Well, when you work in the mafia you get paid hefty." He simply shrugs, and you awkwardly give a small nod before turning around, your expression dropping into one of a grimace.

Yeah..the mafia...people died for or because of this money.

Holding it now, you couldn't help but feel..guilt. although, it's not like you had much of a choice anymore.

"Well, thanks." You hummed, then looked up, glancing around the mall before trotting away.

While chuuya stood here proudly, he realized you already begun walking and hurried to catch up with you.

You two began to pick out clothes, chuuya helping you a little with his sense of fashion mixing into yours and you got bags upon bags of clothes, shoes, and accessories.

To say you were being spoiled was an understatement, and chuuya enjoyed doing this with you as you seemed to like his choices as well. (It made him proud, honestly he wasn't expecting it)

Although just as the two of you walked out of your last store, both hands full, you both happened to be oblivious by a specific trio..

Surprisingly (not), kunikida, dazai and atsushi were there. Not necessarily to do some shopping, just out for a trip to get some food after work.

Obviously that didn't go as planned when atsushi recognized chuuya.

"Uhm..dazai." atsushi gently grabbed dazai's sleeve to get the brunettes attention, pointing over to the both of you who trotted along and chatted happily.

Dazai let out a curious hum, his gaze moving up and zeroing in on what atsushi was pointing to, and dazai immediately grimaced.

Oh, great, TWO dogs?? One apparently wasn't enough?

"What do we do?!" Atsushi stared, half tempted to just walk away as it seemed like the both of you were minding your own buisness.

"Well, i don't really wanna get involved with the mafia today." Dazai lazily stretched, turning around without hesitation until kunikida grabbed him by the back of his coat.

"Wait.." Kunikida frowned, more focused on you, the young teen, than the executive.

"Oh, right, i don't recognize them..could they be new?" Atsushi slid over to kunikida, concern bubbling up in him.

"Well, he doesn't seem to be mistreating them.." kunikida observes, questioning if they should just leave, which would be the best idea, or watch a bit more closely to see if you're truly safe.

"C'mooonnn..!! They're doing their own thing, why do we have to get involved?!" Dazai whined, wanting to leave as fast as possible as to avoid a run in.

Which is inevitable now.

Chuuya suddenly looked over and stopped walking upon seeing the trio, letting out a scoff as they immediately went rigid at being spotted. Besides dazai.

"Were they stalking us the whole time?" Chuuya grumbled, reaching out and grabbing your wrist to stop you from walking, to which you did.

"Huh?" You muttered, turning to the direction he was looking in and raising a brow. "Who are they?"

"Oh, right. You don't know." Chuuya realizes, then turns to you and begins to drag you along with him instead. "They're from another organization. The detective agency."

"Detective agency..?" You snort, "so just by your and their reaction alone, i assume we aren't friends?"

"Yep. Although we don't need to bother with them, at least, they won't bother with us while i'm around." Chuuya rolled his eyes, and you just smiled, tail wagging along blissfully.

Although if they don't leave, chuuya's gonna have to do something about that, and he really doesn't want to when you're currently around, especially because he doesn't want to ruin your day more than it already has been.

AAAAAHAHAHHAHWHHWWWHWWHWHHAHHHHH

I dont know what to do for chapter 3 for my other series bro fawk..i havent been pondering on it enough i actually need to

𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐢'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫. 𝐇𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝟐𝟐 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝟏𝟔

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭; 𝟏.𝟓𝐤

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀: 𝗸𝘂𝗻𝗶𝗸𝗶𝗱𝗮 & 𝗱𝗮𝘇𝗮𝗶

It had been..a pretty long time since dazai had cut your hair. The last time he tried you were both in the mafia and you were pretty young.

It came out a complete mess. He had never felt so much guilt in his life until he saw the utter betrayal on your little cute face.

Ever since, he had never touched your hair again unless it was to style it or brush it until you were old enough to do it yourself.

Albiet, he still liked to brush your hair to this day whenever he felt like it. Sometimes he'd do it mindlessly with his fingers during work (which he somehow got convinced to do.)

Well, the past week you had gotten pretty sick and dazai was left to care for you as your caregiver. (He'd be lying if he said he wasn't glad, this was basically a week free from work!)So, due to your sickness, you were bedridden for that whole week.

When you felt better, you took a shower and let out the most horrified scream you could muster.

You stood in front of the mirror, now fully clothed and jaw completely dropped to see all the knots in your beautiful hair.

Dazai being his dramatic self, immediately rushed over and banged on the door theatrically. "Kiddo?! Are you okay?! Are you being kidnapped?!"

You, on the other hand slowly turned your head to the door, and threw the brush you were holding at it. "Shut up!" You commanded.

"My feelings??" Dazai huffed, pouting a little bit before opening the door slowly to see what was the problem, and his eyes widened upon the tangled mess of hair on your head.

"Damn? Who's cat did you wrestle with??" He quipped, and you immediately snatched the hand soap, raising it up and aiming for him with 0 hesitation.

"Woah! Hey now!" He immediately raised his hands up in surrender. "Whatever. Can you help me dazai?" You sighed solemnly, reluctantly lowering the hand soap.

"I don't think you have any other choice kiddo." He admitted, and let out a small chuckle as your shoulders drooped in defeat.

"C'mon, i'll try my best." He then stepped away, his face dropping to one of underlining horror as he thought about how much his arms will hurt after.

You followed along and sat down on the futon, handing the brush behind you to your ever so kind brother who took it.

Yeah, nothing happened for a solid five minutes until you turned around to see the most complex expression on his face, it looked like he was trying to calculate where exactly to start, if he should section it off or what he could do to loosen the knots.

"Uhhh...dazai?" You mumble, catching your brothers attention who looked a lot more intimidated by the mess than you are, who's about to get their hair pulled out.

"Are you sure you don't wanna just cut–"

"NO." you immediately snapped around, grabbing dazai by the shoulders with an iron grip that made him cower back.

"Okay okay! I didn't even do that bad of a job last time.." he frowned, and you just let him go, turning around with a sassy hair flip which hit him square in the face.

Two hours.

Two hours pass.

Two hours of pulling, of brushing, of breaks because his arm started cramping, and you tried brushing it yourself until the brush got stuck. you both decided to try different things until dazai decided to call kunikida for help.

Sure, kunikida didn't have insanely long hair..but kunikida would be the one to help you out and do the research for both of you to find out a solution..

"Look, dazai, this better be news of you coming back to work because–" kunikida began, just to be cut off by a rather distressed voice.

"Kunikidaaaa!! I need help! We need help!" You whine, eyes brimming with tears as you clung to your older brother who patted you on the head awkwardly.

"What?! What's wrong?! Are you okay?! Where's dazai?!" Kunikida began to panic, and dazai had to hold in a giggle at how quickly kunikida got worked up.

"Awww, you're worried about mee!!" He joked, and you gently elbowed him in the stomach to get him on track.

"Ignore him, we need help with a different kind of issue, it's my hair. It's a complete tangled mess!!" You yelled, feeling immediate distress which you took out on your brother by shaking him non-stop.

"Wh–you should've just said that first!" Kunikida sighed in disappointment, "how bad is it?"

"...do you want a picture?" You cautiously asked, the frown on your face getting bigger at the thought of stressing out kunikida, who already gets grey hairs from dazai everyday from his messes, with the big ass mess on your head.

"That would help, yes." He cleared his throat, and moved his phone from his ear to look.

The second he saw it?

Oh, he was there in a second flat with some detangler, combs, a brush that wasn't broken, and hair ties.

"Move." He ordered dazai, who grumbled and moved out of the way so kunikida could work on your hair instead of him as dazai was now deemed inadequate for this particular job.

First kunikida sprayed the detangler, gently moved your head straight..and you felt the worst yank in your life.

"OH MY GOD–" You yelped, immediately having your head pulled back like when a person tries to drag a cat away. Feeling as if you had just saw a split second of the heavenly gates.

"KUNIKIDA." you snapped your head around, just to see the man stumble back like he angered a beast.

Which, he did.

"Um. Okay! How about.." Dazai sucks in a breath, glancing around the room for a particular item (scissors) and snatching them the second his eyes land on them. "This?"

"That's really the only option we have.." kunikida frowned, putting a hand to his chin as he studied your hair and how much to cut.

"No..no! Not happening!" You protested, immediately jumping up up and cowering in a corner as the metal of the scissors shined in your brothers hand.

"You were going to have to cut your hair anyway. I've been saying this for a while, with hair that long you'll get yourself hurt." Kunikida then stood up and slowly began walking forward with his arms out, ready to have to take you down by force if he has to.

"Never expected it to be this kinda hurt.." dazai retorted, rolling his eyes despite also falling into position to tackle you down.

"Betrayers.." you grumbled out, unmoving in your spot and letting the tension settle the tiniest bit before dashing past kunikida first, knowing dazai would be able to snatch you if you'd went his direction.

And this, was when a full blown chase broke out.

You dodged and weaved past every attempt they made to snatch you, and to be honest, your brother was appalled by your agility.

"Who taught you how to do this?!" He exclaimed, all while chasing you down the hall yet again.

"Who do you think?!" You laughed, then it dawned on you.

Where is kunikida?

As you reached the end of the hall, you were about to slow down and turn the other way, maybe make a dash for an opening somehow..until you were yanked out the hall and hit hard right into kunikida's side.

Kunikida wrestled with you for a little bit until he was able to fully detain you.

"There. Now, quick, dazai! Before she manages to get away!" Kunikida hastily turned to dazai, who took a few seconds to catch his breath before turning to you and raising your hair.

"WAIT! NONONONONO!!" you winced as if it physically pained you, a feeling of doom settling in as the sound of the scissors cutting your hair echoed in your mind.

You'll never forget this.

Never.

Once your hair was cut..You were slowly let go, and the two men stood back as if waiting for a raging beast to attack. Although all that came was an unsettling silence and an unnervingly slow turn towards them.

"How much did you cut." You quietly asked, head hung low and eyes closed, as you didn't even want to look at the hair on the ground.

"..i'd go... look in the mirror." Kunikida gulped, raising a hand to his face to adjust his glasses and avoiding his gaze, while dazai kept a straight and composed face.

Oh but believe me.

You knew that he was just as nervous. You saw that twitch in his finger, you saw how just for a small second his brow furrow and you SAW just as you were let go the GRIP he had on his coat.

This is no laughing matter.

Their fates will be determined the second your eyes land on that mirror.

Only one might walk out alive and it's either gonna have to be you, dazai, or kunikida because you know DAMN WELL you aren't going down unless you take one of them down with you.

So, you slowly passed them without another word, taking your time in walking to the bathroom..and once you saw it?

You gripped the sink, head hanging low once more. your once long, luscious, flowy, silky hair that people complimented on the regular was cut to your shoulders. All knots gone.

Your brother wasn't even dead yet for you to cut your hair in grief, although this was twice more damage to your mental state.

They will rue the day.

Dude the gripping the sink thing reminded me of this;

Thats all you guys btw i just know it so like not even wrong either

𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐝𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐢, 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚, 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫.

ᴄʜᴀʀ: ᴅᴀᴢᴀɪ, ᴋŌʏŌ

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟏.𝟓𝐤

ᴛᴡ: ᴀʙᴜꜱᴇ

Chapt.1 | Chapt.2 | Chapt 3 | Chapt 4 | . . .

Dazai had a sense of disappointment when he first saw you. Not necessarily a dislike towards you specifically, but towards mori.

He didn't have to ask mori how long he knew or if he found out recently, mori keeps things from him a lot and he has to set back the betrayal he feels. It hit twice as hard this time, considering he actually had family, but that family was kept from him until she was ready to be shaped into a weapon like he was.

So it was evident this wasn't new information.

He didn't want to bother asking you questions, not even about your ability, either. He doesn't even want to be a part of any training you'll go through, and doesn't want to have anything to do with you.

Yes, he's distancing himself. Emotions mixed between uncomfortable and irritated.He has a title he doesn't want to care about, but he has to uphold that title no matter what.

In other words; get over it.

Now, here the both of you are at a stand still.The silence was heavy, and neither of you looked away from echother, as if waiting for someone to say the first word or make the first move. Your bright eyes never leaving his dull ones, and the same could be said for him.

Although when he looked at you, he saw how the light reflected your eyes, creating a hue in them that made you sickeningly alive. An opposite reflection of him. He saw that flicker of determination, and it made him wonder when that determination will simmer into ash.

You could already tell you were wasting time, there was no point in dragging him here if neither of you were going to talk it out..So, your hands began to glow, and you walked up to him brfore he could pull away. Not that he needed to, but you didn't know his ability, either.

And the second your hand wrapped around his wrist, to enter his mind and erase what had just happened..your ability slipped into a vast void of nothing.

"What-?" You reeled back with a hitch in your breath, then snapped back up to him to see the expectant expression on his face.

"Why can't..what did you do?" You demanded, and the former boy just blinked before turning away.

"I nullified your ability." He simply stated, not an ounce of pride in his voice when he spoke about his power, as if it was a mere curse than a blessing.

You stood and stared at him, his indifference, and couldn't help but wonder why.

Why be so..cold to such an amazing ability? There's so much good he could do with that, so many people he could help.

A feeling of a burning sensation flared in you as the realization hit once more, but instead it felt like boiling water.

This is the mafia, and you're thinking of outside terms. Terms he probably hadn't even thought of or considered when he joined the mafia, you have to have lost your damn mind to join a mafia.

You must have been in your lowest state to have joined..it'd be easier..to mold someone when they're this broken. Taking their pieces and shaping them into something they weren't made to be.

You didn't feel sad, but on his behalf, you felt an anger he didn't have the time to feel, an anger he didn't have the right to have. Apparently.

And as he stood on the shadowed side of the room where the curtain hid the rays of the sun, you stood in the light, open to the burning blazes.

"What's it called?" Was all you could say.

"..no longer human."

"I..see." and the name seemed to hurt more.

"Don't give me any of that...bullshit anymore." You scoffed out, face twisted in a concoction of emotions, even ones that contradicted themselves.

It was jarring, to see someone sharing the same blood as him have the exact humanity he possessed nothing of.

"Whatever you wish." He shrugged, his voice laced with a sarcasm and laziness that showed little ounce of care.

After that, he just walked past you, figuring he's looked at you long enough that he's felt a feeling of disgust bubble inside him.

And you didn't stop him, everything needed to be said was said and gazes that told more than words were held. You felt like you were left with nothing after, though.

𑣲.

By this time, a week has passed, and you've barely seen him at all. Instead of dazai training you, kōyō took that initiative, although you made it clear you weren't going to be complacent with her.

"Such a shame." Kōyō's lips curled into a frown, looming over the girl on the floor who had multiple injuries from acting out of line.

"Whatever bullshit you spit is only that.." you coughed, clutching your side where you had been hit by her ability; golden demon, who loomed behind kōyō like a threat.

You could feel your anger spiking slowly as you stared at the tiled floor, the misery of the pain you felt tying in with your unnwavering anger.

Towards this place, towards these sycophants, towards the bitch in front of you.

"The light in your eyes makes me feel deeply saddened.." kōyō began, feeling a sense of pity for the poor girl in front of her, who she believed she could save from the torture of hope.

"I can help you, you just need to let me. I know it's difficult, but the sooner you get this over with, the easier it will be to see that you belong here." Kōyō smiled, a gentle, vile, smile, and gracefully crouched down to be eye level with you.

You slowly looked up to the woman, and didn't say a word, although your mind definitely had a lot to say.

"Nobody is coming for you." Kōyō sighed, raising a hand to put your hair behind your ear and cup your cheek. "You can bloom in darkness just like him." She 'assured.'

"..what?" You quietly spoke up, "i know nobody is coming for me..i only have myself." You cough again, moving a hand up to your mouth, while kōyō leaned back the tiniest bit, her eyes widening just the slightest as to show she had clearly underestimated your commitment.

"I see.." she hummed, removing her hand from your face, and raising it to slap you instead. "Foolish, disgusting." He scoffed, standing up and stepping back.

"You're related to dazai for a reason, i hope you know. You're just as hopeless as him, which is why you're here. You're here because this is built for you, and if i have to.." kōyō continued on, raising her hand to gesture to golden demon who took its stance beside her.

"I'll make sure to use force." She threatened, "you've been blossoming in the light long enough, petal." She chuckled, moving her hand to cover her twisted smile.

You slowly raised your hand to your face, feeling the burning sensation of the slap, and to be honest, it didn't affect you the way she wanted it to.

Before joining the mafia, you already lived in a hell hole of a home. You already had the thoughts and feelings of someone who had so much determination, but felt a twisted sense of satisfaction at being hurt, because it was something to get used to.

You liked pain. It was a sensation that made you so twistedly miserable, that it felt so close to home, and you enjoyed feeling like you deserved it for whatever reason.

You didn't believe you were a bad person, but it felt deserved, and it felt nice. You don't want to be miserable, but it felt..amazing. and you didn't know why.

Because of course you had to be the one here, sitting in a mafia, with a brother who's an executive, you had to be the one to be hurt this bad because you always were, and anything anybody did was hurt you, whether that was indirect or intentional.

It always had to be you.

So, as you sat there, you didn't cry and you didn't lash out. You just slowly turned your head to look at the red haired woman and snorted.

"I may as well go into your memories..and replay every single moment where you lost your hope, over and over until you beg me to stop. Until you feel the same misery i do." You smiled, not a single blink or stutter interrupting you as you happily watched the once confident kōyō slip into a look of horror.

"Because you seem real comfortable making me feel your misery." You sighed, eyes dropping to the floor once more. "I don't think it's quite fair."

Kōyō had realized two things at once.

One, you already had your trust and hope broken over and over, for you to threaten to do the same to her, that whatever hope you had was purely burning on an angry determination. You were running off of nothing but pure spite.

And two, she hadn't known what your ability was until now, assuming that maybe it'd be like dazai's or maybe you hadn't had one at all, if it was something important mori would've told her..

Or maybe he didn't tell her at all, because he knew that if kōyō made you act out like this, he'd get to see exactly what you were capable of doing to other people.

And at that realization, kōyō's blood ran cold.

' Would you actually..do that? '

Tags : @cinnamncornflakes

𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐝𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐢, 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚, 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫.

ᴄʜᴀʀ: ᴅᴀᴢᴀɪ, ᴍᴏʀɪ & ᴄʜᴜᴜʏᴀ

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 𝟏.𝟔𝐤

Chapt.1 | chapt.2 | Chapt 3 | Chapt 4 | . . .

Mori had kept a lot from dazai, even the fact he had a sister. Now mori had known the whole time, but didn't think she was important enough to drag her into this hell hole like he did with her brother.

Besides, he has one demon prodigy, why would he bother with another kid?

At least, that was until your ability developed.

See, your ability allowed you to swap peoples memories around. You'd enter their headspace, and, either change the memory completely, or just destroy it, leaving it long forgotten. You could do that to yourself, too.

How could he pass up the opportunity? You'd be perfect for what he has in store.

And just like the bastard he is, he took you. Just snatched you up.

What did he do? He dressed you up in port mafia attire, and basically shoved you to dazai for him to take care of you, as he could train you himself.

Neither of you even got to process the information, just, "hey! Here's your long lost sister! Go bond and have fun!" And that was it.

"wh..what?" You managed to muster out, a feeling of irritation bubbling up in you as you now stared at the two closed doors in front of you, mind racing and heart beating either out of fear, anxiety, adrenaline, or anger.

"Welp." Dazai shrugged, hands on his hips like this was a casual monday..which was quite the opposite today, if anything, this is the most appalled he's been.

"What do you mean 'welp'??" You sputtered, head snapping towards your supposed 'brother' while he just deadpanned at you as if you were overreacting.

"I think you'd know what 'welp' means if you actually learned how to speak in first grade." He retorted shamelessly, already making banter with you like it was the most normal thing in the world.

'Tch. Smartass.' You thought to yourself, giving him the nastiest side eye you could muster all while he just huffed and his shoulders slumped.

That's when he began walking away without a word, like he already expected you to follow just as everyone should.

Did you? Hell no. Why would you? You just stood there while he waltzed off like a dumbass.

"..he can go off on his own.." you muttered to yourself under your breath, immediately turning the other way and walking in the opposite direction of him down the hall.

it would've been smart to follow him, sure, obviously you knew that. You aren't stupid, even now when you walked alone, you walked with an unnerving confidence despite the wreck of thoughts in your mind banging against your skull non-stop.

Maybe if you looked confident enough, they'd think you belonged, and sure it worked for a little bit..

Yeah, a little bit, it wasn't until you got to the very last floor, tasting freedom, when you suddenly heard footsteps running after you and someone grabbing your wrist, yanking you around.

"What the hell?!" The boy exclaimed, immediately letting you go after and jaw completely dropped in utter betrayal.

You had to crane your neck down a little to actually look at him, he was rather short..and with ginger hair, his eyes were a striking blue as well.

"Eh?" You frowned, furrowing your brow and looking the former boy up and down to assess him. He didn't seem like he was mad at you..or was gonna hurt you, he just seemed like he couldn't believe his very eyes.

Which he couldn't.

Chuuya couldn't believe that the news he unfortunately retrieved by whispers around the mafia were true. A carbon copy of dazai.

"You're dazai's sister?!" He stumbled back, utterly baffled by the sight of a female dazai in fromt of him, and you could only click your tongue.

"Am i? Happy you can tell down there, thought the clouds would block your vision." You snorted and moved your hand up to gesture between your height differences. You didn't mean to be rude, and this wouldn't be something you'd usually say, but after being kidnapped?

Yeah this kid can go trip over a log and land face first in mud.

Chuuya began to growl at you, irritation flaring up in him at the comment about his height, no less that what you said is something dazai would say. Exact. Words.

"Wh–?! Can it won't ya'?! You just got here and you're already showing attitude, no less to someone older than you." Chuuya immediately puffed up, just like a little dog when they feel threatened nd their hair starts sticking up in the back..

"How do you know you're older?" You shot back, crossing your arms over your stomach and looming over him to challenge him.

Now, chuuya was stumped. Sure, he had heard you were younger than dazai, but he hadn't taken into account that maybe that meant by a month or two, or maybe even a week, he was so focused on sticking up for himself that now he's trapped in a corner that his pride won't let go of.

"..well–obviously! I heard–that–you were younger by the boss!" Chuuya smugly smirked, trying to act confident while silently praying his lie worked.

And it did.

"Fine, whatever, you win. I don't even care anyway..." You huff, leaning away from chuuya and pouting while he got even more smug, holding in the sigh of relief that threatened to leave his lungs.

Although, it didnt take long for chuuya's smugness to fade away when he realized you were here alone.

"Where's that bandaged-idiot anyway?" He suddenly questioned, stuffing his hands in his pockets and glancing around the room; albiet futile as dazai would already be all over him annoying him every chance the dumbass gets.

"ah...zai'..?" You lazily responded, blinking once before turning to chuuya. "Dunno..he just walked off and i got pissed off with how confident he was expecting me to follow him." You shrug, and chuuya couldn't help but begrudgingly respect and find your decision both stupid and amusing.

"Fair. Pisses me off, too. I'll show you around instead, you'll die on your own wandering around anyway." He rolled his neck, then turned around to walk back towards the elevator, and this time you gladly followed.

at some point during your tour, you suddenly heared a familiar voice shout at the two of you from across the hallway.

"Hhuhhh??!! What're you doing with her?!" Dazai frowned, he obviously didn't care..he just wanted to irritate chuuya.

He didn't bother looking for you until he realized chuuya was gone too, and got suspicious.

"Dazai.." chuuya grumbled, and you just patted his shoulder to comfort him.

"Haii.." you turned around to look at your brother, giving a small wave.

For the life of him, he could not understand hoe you could be so..laidback after being kidnapped like that, although that didn't matter.

Chuuya mattered right now, and he was focused in on irritating him as his daily dose of enjoyment.

So, dazai waltzed up and grabbed you by the shoulders, snatching you away from chuuya like you were a little kid wandering off and turning to be face to face with the now pissed off ginger.

"She's my sister? I don't need you rubbing off on her and influencing her to be a stupid slug like you! She can be easily manipulated and i need to protect her!" He rammbled about, now suddenly acting as if he cared about you at all. It just made you feel empty, because you knew in a way.

"Seriously?! You just met her today, dumbass!" Chuuya barked back, immediately playing into dazai's games, pissed with himself that he's even indulging, too.

"..shut the hell up." You snapped, immediately raising a hand up to his bandaged wrist to grip it tight, and that's when the hall went completely silent.

"Oh?" Dazai turned to you, immediately taking new interest in this sudden change from you.

Chuuya on the other hand, was taken aback by the change of tone, and if he knew anything about dazai, he knew that whatever just happend definitely wasn't good.

The silence settled for a few seconds longer, until you began to walk again, not loosening your grip from your brother, if anything, it just got tighter.

You took a turn into a room, yanked him inside, slammed the door shut behind you with your foot, locking the door behind you as well and turning to him with a glare that could cut stone.

"Someone's mad.." he pointed out, frowning dramatically as if his sisters anger pained him.

"Oh–shut up! You're so fake i can feel it coming off in waves. You don't care at all." You scoffed, rolling your eyes at his behavior, which switched up the second you said that.

"I can't help but not care for someone i don't even know." he logically spoke, and you could understand that.

"And you don't want to try?" You couldn't help but feel..hurt. This was meant to be your brother, family and allat..but, then again..he's in a mafia.

You weren't surprised, that this wouldn't mean anything, and that if you killed over dead the next day he wouldn't even blink.

The mafia shapes you into the worst version of yourself. Strips you of everything and leaves you as if you have it all, but it's shallow. Being in the mafia is a gamble for your life.

Win big or die trying.

you won't die trying. If anything, you'll get out of here faster than when you arrived.

And, honestly, dazai had nothing to say to that, as he already knew it had clicked for you with the way your gaze averted and you began biting your lip, the gears turning in your head.

albiet, he'd be lying if he said he didn't want to know you. Maybe he did, but that may only be because of how quick your brain works. He wants to disect it, then turn back to the question that bothers him.

'Is this last piece of humanity worth caring for, or should i let it lie with the rest of me?'

'And how quick will it get ripped away from me?'

Hopefully i wrote their characters right, fml if not but next chapter we'll get a better look into dazai's mind, ok? ok

dazai ⋮ ⌗ ┆

Twin demons ; 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 , 5

One shots ; messy hair ,

Atsushi ⋮ ⌗ ┆0

Chuuya ⋮ ⌗ ┆

Want a dog? Here ya go! ; 1 , 2

Aktugawa ⋮ ⌗ ┆0

Kunikida ⋮ ⌗ ┆0

Fyodor ⋮ ⌗ ┆0