kyuseiki

[kyuseiki]

happy birthday (nov 11) to two of my favourite men

(fyodor dostoevsky and fyodor dostoevsky)

[kyuseiki]

"Would you do me the honour of this dance,"

A SIGMA x FEM!READER !!!

!!WARNING!! : OCC(?) SIGMA, BAD WRITING?? (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠)

MASQUERADE

My second time writing :3

The end was rushed since I ran out of ideas, please do give suggestions on improvements if you can!!❤️

I'm only writing purely because I'm bored and have nothing better to do!!! Please do reblog/like if you enjoyed reading this!!!!

Cinching your waist, doing your makeup, trying to get your hair to look glorious. You've been preparing for the past few hours for an upcoming masquerade ball. You were put into the crinoline cage and then get dressed into the beautiful, elegant dark purple ball gown.

The gown was adorned with multiple glimmering gems, captivating even your worst enemies. It was embellished with ravishing ruffles and silk. Oh but of course, you can't possibly forget your laced gloves can you? Lastly, it was the mask, that's the core element of a masquerade ball after all, is it not? The mast was detailed and designed to match the ball gown you've gotten.

The clock strikes nine, indicating that it was time to set off to the masquerade ball.

You've arrived, it was beautiful just from the first glance of the exterior. As you've stepped into the party, you were blinded by how divine the interior looks. you strolled in, greeting the other guests that were present at the ball before walking straight to the bartending area. There, you see a particular man that has caught your eyes. He had long and silky luxurious hair, his hair color stood out from the rest of the crowd. He, too also seems to take quite a liking to you.

He sauntered towards you, giving you a warm smile before reaching out his gloved hands and speaking :

"Would you do me the honour of this dance, milady?" He stared, lovingly into your eyes.

You reached your hand onto his, feeling his cold gloved hands. His other free hand went across your back to your waist. Gracefully waltzing with you in his arms, staring into your eyes as if it's the most precious thing he has ever seen.

"So, darling,

if you smell Something burning,

it's my heart

'Scuse me!"

The dance eventually came to a stop, both exchanged glances. The split colored hair man bowed to you then spoke:

"The names Sigma. What would your name be?"

"Y/N."

You replied. He took your hand into his and gave it a quick kiss. You blushed slightly, quickly brushing it off.

Sigma suddenly had to go, a man wearing an ushanka with short black hair and a man with platinum white hair was calling out to him. He looked panicked and gave you a worried look.

"I'm sorry milady, it seems it is our time to part. Farewell."

He quickly ran away, appearing as if he wanted to hide from them. You were left confused, but you decided to carry on whatever you had in mind anyway.

Little did you know, the man with the ushanka was staring right at you without you even noticing. You seemed to have caught his eyes.

This is gonna be a hell of a mess to deal with.

[kyuseiki]

"My dear, oh darling."

>This is my first time writing something so don't be surprised when the plot is really boring or doesn't make sense at all (⁠・⁠–⁠・⁠;⁠)⁠ゞ

GENDER NEUTRAL READER!!

If you're struggling with these types of thoughts and or problems please reach out for help!! Stay safe ❤️

OOC Dazai??

WARNING: suicide, depression, etc you get it. Bad grammar!! (⁠；⁠^⁠ω⁠^⁠）

A lot can happen in 8 minutes.

I cleaned my room in 1 minute, it still looks messy. I'll be gone soon anyway I couldn't care less.

7 minutes left

I wrote notes to my parents, colleagues, friends and most importantly, my darling. Osamu Dazai. I was a fast writer. It took 2 minutes.

5 minuets left.

I sent my goodbye messages to people important to me, thanking them. I didn't know what else to write to them, besides my hands were freezing.

Now there's 3 minutes left.

I went to the balcony, I took in the beautiful night sky before me. Having the last glimpse of my home before I'm finally free.

2 minutes left.

I stood on the railing, my legs were wobbling and my hands were clenched into a fist. Heart pounding so fast, almost as if it's trying to tell me to get off and think about it once more.

1 minute left.

I shut my eyes, leaning into the wind. I thought about him, Osamu Dazai. Would he be mad? Or would he be upset. Who knows, I'd be gone by then. I fell, I fell to the ground. The last thing I could hear was an oddly familiar voice screaming, shouting for me. It felt cold, I felt cold.

0 minute left.

"Please, dear. Please don't do this to me." the brunette cried out, holding onto the corpses cold hand. He sobbed uncontrollably, refusing to accept the reality.

The ambulance came, rushing you to the hospital. What's the point of it anyway? You're already dead. But to Dazai, you aren't. He doesn't want to believe that you're dead. After all, anything he never wants to lose is always lost.

2 days after your death.

You were put in a casket, hand holding a beautiful fresh bouquet of lilies. You looked as if you're just sleeping.

Everyone you knew attended your funeral. Your parents, friends, colleagues, relatives. But someone is missing. It was your darling, Osamu Dazai. He was missing. He doesn't want to see the state you're in. Locked up in your shared apartment, scattering through things. The house was an entire mess. He was a mess. He found the notes you left him. It read:

"Dear Osamu,

If you're reading this, then I'm assuming I'm already dead. For 3 years, you made me change completely into a different person from who I was before. I was a mess, I felt incomplete. But after meeting you, you made me into a better person. You made me feel complete. You were the best thing that happened to me. Thank you for all those 3 years. I truly am.

Love, Y/N"

His hand trembled, tears rolling down his cheeks. How stupid was he? Why didn't he notice earlier? Your behaviour, your mood swings. It was obvious, it was all on display. But he didn't pay enough attention.

3 days after your death.

He lied in your shared bed, empty eyes staring at the ceiling. Laying in the cold and empty bed. His phone had hundreds of missed calls, hundreds of messages concerned about his well being from his co-workers.

Trash piled up in the room, stacks of empty bottles of cheap sake. His cheek stained with dried up tears, eyes red from crying. Did he really need to keep going? Even after losing his dear? He lost his entire will to live after you died.

Was it really worth it? Sure, it took away all your pain and suffering. But was it really worth having your darling suffer, just because you want yours to be gone?

-END.

I really don't like the way I wrote it (• _ •)

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