#rashomoneffect

     the day was still young-- the radiant sun glared through tinted windows, only half visible through the dark drapes which hid the panes away. his own coat having been left behind by the entrance to his apartment had left him feeling much more at home-- comfortable, lacking those heavy layers on a warm day such as today. 

     the man had found himself to be quite lucky today-- with the fair excuse of having turned twenty-three today, dazai was able to wriggle himself away from work, getting a full day off. how he would spend his free day, he hadn’t been sure-- there were far too many options. he could sleep, watch a tv drama, read, or perhaps even learn a new recipe of some sorts ? it’d be much more useful than his usual day-to-day activities. alas, a decision could not be made, leading the ex-mafioso to his bedroom where he’d been planning to rest on his choices-- saving the decision for later. 

     though, what awaited the man was not rest, but simply a sharp turn of events. propped upon his futon sat a very slim figure, whose very appearance almost startled the man-- having been an uninvited guest, anyone may easily be concerned at finding such a person on their bed. but a few moments later, the figure was easily recognizable, quickly shifting dazai’s anxiety into something much more akin to that of embarrassment and surprise.

     speechless. ah, he was absolutely speechless. there were simply no words for the detective to reply with. luckily, the figure before him had spoken is his usual soft tone, allowing an opportunity for the elder male to reply.

     a deep breath was given before a smile could make its way upon his face. it was then, he’d trail over to his previous subordinate, where he would take a seat beside him, and hum contently. eyes scanned over the younger male along with his ( very oversized ) single article of clothing which belonged to him. 

     ❛ aku-chan, ❜ the man practically purred as he dragged the other closer and set him upon his lap, 

     ❛ you know, i must admit, this has got to be, by far, the best gift i’ve received from you, ❜ a pause, ❛ in fact, i may love this gift more than anything i’ve gotten in the past. thank you ♡❜

     THE ‘ PORT MAFIA ‘ they named themselves, a term derived from a world far away from their own & that easily struck fear into the fiercest of men—— not even the king in all his somewhat arrogant confidence dared make too much of an effort to put a halt to their business. take from the poor to keep for themselves, kill all who oppose. that seemed to be what they were all about, high skilled wizards, sorcerers ( & esses ) that dappled their hands in the dark arts right the way up to their elbows. surely, even their very HEARTS were black by this stage.

     one particular man of note was a rather sickly individual, deathly pale with sunken eyes & a terrible cough that plagued him always. dressed in darkness, a charmed coat of black that ran to the floor, white ruffles at collar & cuff visible from the shirt beneath; quite akin to a crow some say... a carrion crow.

     & in his path was where sophie found herself. shuffling her way down the alleys on her way to the porthaven castle door, taking a route meant to be of least trouble & conflict—— yet here she was, as was he, together & alone. he was menacing, sophie couldn’t help but silently wish HOWL was at her side.

     “ please —— i have no quarrel with you.  let me pass. “

plot wher oda stomps aku into the fucking dirt where he belongs

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