#His Mother's Prodigy Mori Rintarou Fic

[marahuyomae]

His Mother's Prodigy: A Decision of Moral Justice: The Bitter Cost of Doing What is Right.

The road to redemption can be a difficult and treacherous one, and for Osamu, a former member of the notorious Yokohama mafia, it's no exception. Despite his best efforts to live an honest life, a part of his past still haunts him, and he struggles to reconcile with the man he once was.

But when Osamu meets an innocent young lad in need of rescue, he finds himself in the position of helping someone who reminds him of the person who originally introduced him to a life of crime. Even as the prospect of doing good weighs heavily on his heart, he grapples with the difficult decision of choosing to do what is right, while navigating the demons of his past.

Alternate title: Dazai gets peer pressured (More likely that it is work pressure)

Osamu Dazai is a peculiar yet idle individual with exaggerated pride in his abilities. Despite his attempts to act elusive, Dazai's demeanor revealed him to be transparent to anyone with similar cognitive capabilities. As much as he might look like a very great of a man, he was simply a Narcissus with a head, the beauty he was but with burdening intelligence instead. Despite his impressive physical attributes, People may have admired his unique gestures and enigmatic demeanor. Still, his carefree attitude and youthful exuberance seemed ill-suited for his role as a detective. In truth, he might have found more fulfillment in pursuing a career as an actor, model, or performer, with his distinctive appearance likely drawing attention.

But enough of describing such a portrait of the significance of something similar to another Dorian Gray- the more we talk about him, the more he would feel like a balloon soaring too high. Let's go back and retrace our steps to what he is currently doing, lazing on the Armed Detective Agency's couch as he hums the tune of a very concerning choice of song.

Osamu's colleague/partner was seated in the farthest corner of the office, grumbling about wasted time. The two had a significant workload, yet they risked further delays if Osamu's laziness continued to interfere. 

Kunikida's eyes drifted toward Osamu's relaxed state, accompanied by a heavy sigh. "Please show a bit of consideration and pay attention to the President's instructions now. As Atsushi has made clear, the work we need to accomplish has been piling up due to your lack of cooperation," the taller man stated, indicating the albino who had begun bemoaning the consequences of Osamu's self-centeredness.

Dazai is humming the lyrics to a rather morbid suicide song. He rolls his eyes, annoyed and bored with the lecture but remains silent, not wanting any sort of confrontation. He looks over at Atsushi, who has finished his complaints, and he sighs. “I know, I know... I'm just so tired! Plus, these files are so boring... Do I have to work with these files? It's so unfair!” Dazai says, sarcastically.

Kunikida gazes at Atsushi, watching him finally stand up in apparent annoyance at Osamu's response. "If you are feeling ill today, it is only acceptable for us to carry on without you, but you should have informed us sooner if you were feeling overstimulated," the taller man mutters, to which Atsushi nods in agreement.

"Indeed, Kunikida-san is correct. If you felt unsteady or overwhelmed, it would have been acceptable for you to stay home and relax, as we are quite capable of fulfilling our obligations on our own," Atsushi supplements their senior's statements, offering assurances.

Osamu's reaction to their tolerance made his heart stop and his stomach churn, overwhelmed by the realization that he had repeatedly exploited their empathy for his benefit, resulting in their kindness feeling like a waste. He was ashamed of himself for continually utilizing his mental condition as an excuse to avoid work, while feeling powerless due to his inability to proceed with his tasks, despite his desires. This left him feeling nauseous and disheartened.

Dazai looks shocked as if his mind is in a spiral of thought. He wasn't expecting such an understanding reply and was taken off guard. He feels ashamed for exploiting his mental condition all this time. ‘They haven't given up on me yet... I can't just betray their kind demeanor like this..’ he thinks to himself.

While he had no energy to perform tasks at the moment, Osamu was able to push aside his negative emotions and force himself to get up and join his colleagues in their shared obligations. Dazai gets up and pulls out a file, he opens it and begins reading. He's silent and surprisingly attentive. He takes notes and appears very focused. He still feels shame for the recent events, but he's working through his guilt to be of assistance.

Kunikida and Atsushi both gaze at Osamu with gratitude, occasionally offering gentle gestures of support such as patting his shoulder or providing refreshments to assist him in his tasks. In addition, Kunikida expresses concern by repeating the question, "Are you sure you can manage? We do not wish to make you feel worse or fatigued?" He proceeds to jot down notes in his notebook to monitor Osamu's condition for the next 40 minutes.

While his mind still lingers on the previous events, he's determined to stay focused on his current task. Even though he was tired, he was getting work done. He replies to Kunikida, "No worries. I'm fine!" while taking a swig of coffee. He resumes work, making it obvious that he's trying his best to get his job done.

Kunikida nods as he briefly scrutinizes his notes again. "My apologies, I left out a significant piece of information. We are scheduled to investigate the Osanbashi Yokohama International Passenger Terminal this afternoon due to reports of suspicious activity from nearby residents.", he informs, taking a break to re-evaluate their schedule. Kunikida seems concerned about the amount of effort Osamu may be capable of mustering after an earlier crisis, not wanting to overtax his partner who has special needs. "I do understand if you are not feeling up to the task. Let's ask the President to allow you to depart early if that's what you prefer.", he offers, expressing accommodation to Osamu's situation.

‘Special needs... Huh..’ Dazai thinks to himself, not wanting to be perceived as someone with issues. He's determined to make it seem like he's perfectly normal. "Nonsense! I can do the job. Just a little tiring, nothing more. I'll be able to keep up just fine." Dazai says, taking on a reassuring tone.

Despite Osamu's attempts to downplay his condition, Kunikida is aware that his partner has particular requirements and chooses not to push him to his limits. Therefore, he opts to permit Osamu's participation while reminding him to wrap up as many duties as possible before handing the necessary files over to Tanizaki to ease the burden. "That seems reasonable. Finish up your tasks and entrust the necessary paperwork to Tanizaki if necessary...", Kunikida grants while maintaining mindfulness of Osamu's welfare.

Dazai nods and returns to his work, finishing up his current tasks within the allotted timeframe. As he finished up, he gathered the necessary files and handed them over to Tanizaki. It was then when the fatigue finally set in on him, his head starting to whirl and his vision blurring. He tries to focus, but his fatigue and exhaustion make it difficult to concentrate.

Kunikida, upon sighting Dazai's state, looks back one more time and queries, "Are you certain you have the stamina to join us? Avoid overextending yourself."

Dazai sighs. It is obvious that he is not feeling his best, but he continues to put on a front. He responds to Kunikida's concerns, "I'll be fine. It's just a little fatigue. I've dealt with worse." Dazai's breathing grows heavy and his head begins to spin. This was his limit.

(Your rizz is a rizz-training order)

Kunikida was acutely aware of Dazai's limitations and knew that his partner often spoke about what he could not accomplish. He understood Dazai well enough to recognize when he was brushing off work and knew that Dazai needed rest. During such moments, Kunikida would only sigh at Dazai's stubbornness and strive to reach a compromise, "Come along then, but do keep in mind that there's three of us, don't take all the work for yourself when we get there."

Dazai knows that Kunikida is wise in his behavior and habits, and he's rather persistent in keeping him from pushing himself too hard. He feels that he is just being stubborn, and perhaps his partner is right. Still, he doesn't wish to appear like a liability by leaving the rest of the work to his partners. Thus, he tries to maintain his composure as the three arrive at the Osanbashi Yokohama International Passenger Terminal.

At the Terminal, Kunikida takes the lead in conducting the investigation, surveying the surroundings and questioning nearby residents. Osamu is quieter than usual, taking sporadic notes and remaining aloof. Kunikida takes a few minutes to assess the situation, taking note of the fact that Dazai is not feeling well, before making a decision. He decides to let Dazai rest, asking Atsushi to accompany him instead. “I think it’s best if Dazai sits this one out. Let’s not tax him and have him rest. Atsushi, you can come with us instead.” Kunikida offers while checking in on his partner. The trio of detectives arrived at the Osanbashi Yokohama International Passenger Terminal later in the evening. The terminal was located on an artificial island in Tokyo Bay and featured an iconic architectural design of suspension bridges. It was a bustling terminal with commuters rushing to catch their flights or ships.

The three detectives began their investigation while maintaining a distance from one another. Kunikida and Atsushi were searching the area while Dazai took notes on the environment. Overall, the investigation goes smoothly and without issue, with Osamu completing his duties and maintaining his composure despite his fatigue. Kunikida and Atsushi's support and understanding of Dazai's situation make it possible for him to continue his work despite his limitations.

After completing their examination of the area, Dazai felt strangely unsettled. He looked around, trying to understand why so many civilians would complain about what seemed like nothing out of the ordinary. He reviewed his written notes, taking in the fragrant aromas of vanilla, anise, benzaldehyde, and almonds wafting off the pages. Despite the lack of obvious signs of suspicious activity, Dazai couldn't shake off the feeling that something was amiss.

"Hey, are you doing okay? You seem a little off." Kunikida inquired, breaking his silence as he examined their surroundings.

"I don't know... It's hard to put my finger on it, but there's something off-putting about this place." Dazai replied, visibly unnerved as he scribbled notes and scrutinized his written observations.

After walking in circles and intently studying every single syllable and word, Dazai came to a potential conclusion. Although the air was rife with a strong scent of iron, he considered the possibility of the pipes being the source. The reason why people would complain about rusty pipes despite the recent replacements and approvals could be attributed to either Phantosmia or an infection in the nasal passages caused by the heat and humidity lately. However, since the Terminal is not a closed space with the potential for suffocation due to heat, he wondered what could cause these complaints.

"So, what you're suggesting is that the smell of metal is coming from a leak in the pipework?" Kunikida inquiries, his face still bearing traces of concern.

"While that might explain the metallic scent, I find it hard to believe that the leaks are solely responsible for the complaints. After all, we're dealing with civilians, and they wouldn't simply cry foul over an unpleasant odor. There must be some deeper issue at hand," Dazai replies, still scribbling down his observations as he speaks.

"As we just pointed out, a damaged pipe isn't the source of the metallic scent. In addition, there's a sickeningly sweet, rotten fruit-like smell that mingles with it," Atsushi speaks with an exasperated sigh, his keen sense of smell being hindered by the strange odor in the air.

"You raise a good point. If damaged pipes were to blame, we would have likely come across the same issue in other locations by now. It appears to be an isolated issue," Dazai responds, crossing off some of the previous hypotheses as they attempt to narrow down the source of the peculiar scent.

With a fresh piece of data delivered by his companions, Dahzai's investigation shifted to other areas frequently frequented outside the terminal. The aroma intensified, becoming increasingly pungent and disgusting, and he felt a sharp stinging in his nasal passages as if the air was irritating his sinus cavity. He scanned his surroundings as sweat poured from his brow, the scent reminding him of his youth with the Port Mafia. The stench was almost too familiar as if it were a signature perfume he had worn for years.

His mind drifted back to his time with the Port Mafia, where the same intense odor lingered in the air. Uncomfortable with the familiar scent, he brought his stride to an abrupt stop, his eyes wandering to a particular location. His heart started to hammer in his chest, and his breathing became shallow as he slowly approached what seemed like a small storage shed in the distance.

With urgency in his voice, Dazai called, "Atsushi! Kunikida! I've discovered the source! Hang back for now!" He instructed, motioning for Atsushi to restrain Kunikida from advancing, heeding his command to stay at a safe distance.

Kunikida's expression shifted to one of slight anxiety as he noticed Dazai's sudden change in disposition. He promptly heeded his companion's instructions, halting with Atsushi while keeping a watchful eye.

"Are you sure this is a wise move?" Kunikida muttered, evidently concerned.

Dazai failed to acknowledge his colleague's query as his full attention was focused on the small storage shed door before them. He cautiously examined the entrance and proceeded to turn the knob, making sure to be mindful of any potential hazards.

The knob's surface was slick with perspiration as his mind raced, terrified of the imminent revelation he was about to uncover. The terrible aroma was too familiar and made him feel queasy, urging him to turn away and avoid the danger that was sure to come. However, despite the growing dread, he took a deep breath and turned the knob quickly, allowing the horrid fragrance to seep out like an explosion. The smell was overwhelming, inducing a near-gag sensation as he forced himself to keep his lunch down. His nose crinkled, and the taste of the delectable dishes prepared by Kunikida for their lunch break soured on his tongue. Clenching his fingers to his nose, he prepared to confront the source of the horrendous scent.

A wave of nausea engulfed Dazai again as the putrid scent assaulted him, almost causing him to lose his balance. His body's natural defense mechanisms kicked in, and he began to drench in perspiration, his abdomen threatening to expel all prior meals. He was cognizant of the source behind the smell and anticipated what would await him as he opened the tiny storage room's door. Despite his mind desperately attempting to force him to run from the confined area, he trudged forth, summoning all the courage he could muster.

His trembling fingers searched carefully along the perimeter, straining to locate the light switch until he felt his fingers brush against a small metal lever. With a light flick, a dim light flickered and buzzed above his head, illuminating the tiny room containing a gruesome sight. Dazai stood motionless in the space for what felt like an eternity as the lightbulbs sizzled and crackled, his hearing filled with their echoes. His stomach turned at the sight before him, his throat almost closing upon itself to keep his vomit down. The unfortunate girl lay lifelessly on a chair, her clothing stained with dried blood that had long turned brown, as though death itself kissed her already and would greet her in the afterlife if he did not intervene.

The memory of his life in the Port Mafia flashed before Dazai's eyes, his mind drowning in a sea of anger and resentment. The stench was sickening, the taste of regret and shame welled in his mouth, his stomach threatening to betray him at any instant. It was all too familiar, and he knew he had to act fast. Moving to the body, he approached it cautiously and evaluated it for further wounds. The girl's lifeless eyes met his own, and he couldn't help but feel like her spirit was calling out to him for help, to save her from whatever horror she faced before it was too late. The weight of the world's pain and suffering seemed to rest on his shoulders, the guilt becoming too much to bear.

A wave of relief washed over Dazai as his index finger brushed over the girl's neck, his hand finally sensing a slight beat - a pulse - that was almost too quiet to be true. However, the gentle vibration was evident, instilling a sliver of hope in his chest. The relief of knowing the girl was still alive and had a fighting chance helped calm his racing mind and steady the shaking in his legs. He could finally breathe again, his anxiety easing as he realized his presence might still make a difference.

With an almost inaudible murmur, Dazai confirmed that the girl was alive, his voice barely carrying beyond his lips. Despite the relief coursing through his veins, he struggled to keep his composure and remain grounded, trying hard not to let his emotions overcome him.

"Her heart is beating... she's alive, she's alive," Dazai whispered to himself, his voice quavering with concern. He carefully shifted the blouse that had concealed the girl's injury, examining the spot. He prayed silently in his mind, "Oh please, let her be alright. Let her injuries not be severe..."

Dazai's blood pumped so fast in his chest, that it felt like a macabre rhythm that threatened to break his sanity. He stood abruptly when his eyes caught sight of a yellow scab, an infection, a physical representation of his fears and a stark reminder that time was of the essence. With the girl's small form cradled in his arms, he bolted to safety at top speed, the weight of her body reminding him of her fragility and vulnerability. He felt his legs burn, and sweat beaded on his forehead as he ran, each step feeling like it might be his last. Every second counted, and he could only pray that his efforts were not in vain.

Dazai dashed out of the storage shed, his mind and senses becoming more focused with each step he took in carrying the girl to safety. It was a race against the clock and he knew that every second counted. As he exited the shed, he could hear the sounds of the other detectives calling for him. His heart began to race even faster as he approached the detectives' locations.

"What is it, Dazai-san?" Atsushi's voice called for him as he saw his mentor running towards them, the unconscious body in his arms.

With an almost disbelieving look, Kunikida turns towards Dazai and sees the unconscious girl.

"Dazai... you found her?" Kunikida knew they would find something, but it wasn't in his expectation to find a half-dead body.

Dazai's voice gains strength as he sets the girl down and gives a thorough assessment. "She's alive. Faint pulse, but there's breath too. She must have been stuck in here for hours, but the miracle is that she survived all this time."

Kunikida's gaze lingers on her for a few more seconds, his eyes assessing her condition and the gravity of her wounds. "This is nothing short of miraculous... if she can make it, she's the luckiest girl in the whole world."

Dazai never believed in miracles, but he hoped that Kunikida was right. 

While Dazai's past was checkered with acts of violence, his mindset evolved. With age came a certain degree of perspective, a recognition that life was precious and that even his worst enemies did not necessarily deserve death. So when he looked at the innocent girl, who wore frills and a dress that should have been white, his mind was devoid of any murderous intent. He wished for a miracle, for her to live and not suffer any further harm.

Dazai and Kunikida remained focused on the girl, carefully watching as her breathing and heart rate slowly showed signs of improvement. Kunikida continued to inspect the girl's condition, noting the lack of response and the pale color of her skin.

"We need to get her to the hospital immediately. She may need medical attention if she's been exposed to any toxins," Kunikida said, his expression turning serious.

Dazai, meanwhile, continued to monitor the girl's breathing and lungs, making sure she was still able to get air into her system.

"We should call for medical help," Atsushi suggested, clearly trying to be of assistance and contribute to the situation.

As the group of detectives considered their options, their minds seemed to be racing with questions and concerns for the unconscious girl. They all knew the urgency of the situation and were determined to do whatever was necessary to help her.

Dazai suddenly spoke up, with a determined expression on his face. His hands shook slightly, but the conviction in his voice was undeniable. "Call the fastest company vehicle, we need Yosano-sensei. This is a matter of utmost urgency, and we must keep it a secret for now," he ordered, his gaze fixed on Kunikida. The man nodded, then hastily exited the terminal with a phone in hand. Atsushi quickly followed, eager to help Dazai carry the girl. They knew that this situation required the immediate attention of their most trusted physician, and they were determined to do whatever was necessary to ensure the girl received the best care possible.

As the trio swiftly exits the terminal, they prepare to carefully lift the girl out of the building and place her in the waiting Company vehicle. Since Company vehicles can be ordered for many reasons, the one with the quickest response time is requested.

"Atsushi, you make sure her head is safe. I'll take care of her legs," Dazai instructs, getting ready to transport the unconscious girl out of the terminal and into the waiting car. He's being extra cautious to ensure that she's not further injured during the transportation process.

As the car pulls up and comes to a stop, the trio quickly gets in and settles in for the ride. Kunikida sits up front, while Atsushi and Dazai huddle in the back with the unconscious girl lying across their laps. The tension of the situation hung heavy in the air, with a tense silence enveloping the inside of the car. However, amid all the chaos, they all found a sense of relief in knowing that she was now in capable hands and that they were doing all they could to ensure her survival.

At this moment, Dazai appears to be somewhat relieved that they are on their way to the detective agency, where Yosano-sensei, with her extensive experience and expertise, should be able to handle the situation appropriately.

"Yosano-sensei has the most experience in the field, so she's our best bet to handle this situation," Dazai says as they ride to the agency.

In response to his statement, Kunikida nods in agreement and mutters, "I agree. At least now we have someone we can trust to take care of her medical needs."

The trio's ride to the agency remains quiet, with none of them feeling like it's the right time to talk about anything. Kunikida quietly stares at his notebook, occasionally peering over to check on the girl behind him. Atsushi, on the other hand, continually glances out of the window, afraid to even look at the girl lying on his lap. Dazai, meanwhile, continues to observe the young girl's condition. As he wipes away perspiration and dirt from her face, he feels a strange connection and attachment to her innocence. As Dazai tends to the unconscious girl, he's acutely aware of the delicate and vulnerable state she's in. He takes the time to clean away the sweat and dirt from her face and gazes at her youthful features. Despite never having seen her before, he feels a strong sense of protectiveness over her, almost as if she's his child.

"We'll do everything in our power to ensure she gets the medical care she needs... she will survive," he whispers to himself, still recovering from the shock of the situation.

As Dazai looks upon the unconscious girl, he is overcome by a strange feeling of familiarity. She seems to resemble a hazy memory from his childhood, and he can't quite place why. As he continues to stare at her pale face, a sense of unease grows within him. He doesn't understand why he feels a connection to this stranger. Dazai's thoughts are consumed by the strange sense of familiarity he feels towards the unconscious girl lying in his arms. As he stares at her face, a feeling of unease and confusion washes over him. It's as if he's seen the girl before, but he can't quite place where or when. The longer he gazes at her, the more intense the feeling becomes. His entire mind is lost in this state of perplexion and uncertainty.

As Dazai looks down at the face of the unconscious girl, a fleeting vision of a mischievous doctor flashes through his mind. The doctor, the leader of the Port Mafia, was someone he had once seen as his equal. The memory brings a bitter smile to his face, as thoughts of the hurt he had suffered at the hands of Mori Ougai flood back to him. It was an event that had forever changed their relationship.

Dazai can't help but find a sense of irony in the fact that such an innocent-looking girl could bear a striking resemblance to his former boss. The more he stares at her, the more it seems that she might be a physical manifestation of everything that had gone wrong between him and Mori. The memory of his old partner brings up a mix of emotions within him, and he can't help but wonder if he will ever be able to let go of the past.

As Dazai gazes down at the unconscious girl, the memories of his past with Mori Ougai begin to flood his mind. He can't help but feel a sense of guilt over how their relationship ended, even though he knows it was for the best. As he continues to study her features, he's struck by the uncanny resemblance she bears to his former boss and mentor. Was she somehow linked to the past that he so desperately wanted to leave behind? Could she be a physical manifestation of everything that had gone wrong between them? He wasn't sure if he would ever be able to let go of the past, but the memories refused to leave him.

As they reach the entrance, Atsushi quickly gets out of the vehicle and tries to remove the unconscious girl. He's met with Dazai's hand on the girl's body, though, and the older man refuses to let go. Atsushi is left puzzled as to why Dazai would prevent him from seeking medical assistance for the girl. "Dazai-san... the girl's infection...?"

"What infection?" Dazai snaps, still gripping the girl's body tightly. He's suddenly unsure if he wants to save her after all. It's an ugly thought, but one he can't shake.

Atsushi is left puzzled by Dazai's refusal to let go of the unconscious girl. Despite her dire infection, Dazai remains unmoved. He doesn't seem at all concerned about her wellbeing and instead, holds onto her as though his life depended on it. Atsushi's gaze turns towards Dazai, hoping to find some sort of rational explanation for his behavior.

"Dazai-san, is there something wrong? Why won't you let her go?" Atsushi asks, trying to gain a better understanding of the situation.

The trance Dazai finds himself in quickly fades as the reality of what he's doing sets in. The girl lying unconscious before him bears a striking resemblance to his former mentor and boss, the leader of the Port Mafia. Despite knowing that letting her live would be the morally correct choice, the thought of her resembling someone who had once caused him so much pain is overwhelming.

He knows that Atsushi won't understand his reasoning, but he tries to explain anyway. However, his words come out in a rush of emotions, making it difficult for his students to follow. With a heavy heart, Dazai reluctantly loosens his grip, allowing Atsushi to take the girl to get medical attention.

"I...." Dazai tries to get a handle on his sudden change in emotions. The realization of the girl's resemblance to his former mentor and boss is overwhelming, and he finds himself unable to explain his actions to his student. With a heavy heart and remorseful look on his face, he reluctantly loosens his touch on the girl, allowing Atsushi to take her away for medical care. Dazai can only watch helplessly as the girl leaves his care for the first time, wishing they could've found some other solution.

The panic immediately sets in as everyone rushes to the girl's side. Yosano begins her assessment of the girl's condition, quickly diagnosing her with acute sepsis. The girl is rushed to the infirmary, where she is placed on one of the hospital beds. The pure white sheets contrast her ghostly appearance, further exacerbating her condition from the lack of blood flow and difficulty breathing.

The girl's condition is dire, but the doctor is doing everything she can to save her life and keep her alive.

Thou Shalt Not Die

君 死 給 勿

As the doctor spoke, a stunning and graceful display unfolded before her. A flock of butterflies took flight around her poised form, their wing beats filling the air with a beautiful melody. The doctor's eyes were determined as if she were the goddess of the sun, Amaterasu, who shone a blessing upon those below her. With fiery resolve, she sought to save the young life before her.

The multitude of butterflies descended upon the wounded child, their proboscises delicately drawing nourishment from the injured flesh, akin to maggots in the process of decay. The butterflies persistently fed on the child's tissue, subsequently regurgitating it, contributing to the restoration and healing of the wound, ultimately returning it to its original form.

The delicate melody of the butterfly's wings resonates in the air, their graceful fluttering filling the environment with a harmonious melody. The doctor's eyes are determined, showing her resolve to save the life of the young child before her. The multitude of butterflies gracefully swirl around the child, their proboscis gently extracting nourishment from the injury, akin to maggots in the process of decay. The butterflies relentlessly feed on the tissue, eventually regurgitating it to aid in the restoration and healing of the wound.

They all watched as the child regained consciousness. Her expression quickly becomes one of relief as she sees the girl breathing comfortably. The doctor's lips curl up into a small smile at the healthy color returning to the child's face. Despite the girl still being disorientated, Yosano attempts to alleviate her confusion.

"It's alright, dear. You're safe here. No one will hurt you. Just take a deep breath and calm down..." The doctor, in a comforting and soothing manner, speaks to the child who has just awoken. 

The young girl's breathing becomes more and more stable as the doctor speaks to her in a comforting, soothing manner. Her expression shifts into one of relief, with a healthy color returning to her face, alleviating her confusion and disorientation. The doctor assures her that she is safe, and no one will harm her. The child takes a deep breath, taking the doctor's advice, and begins to calm down.

As the child slowly gains her bearings, she queries with a soft and barely audible voice, "Wha-what...? Where am I...?”

"Shh... Shhhh... Shhh... It's okay, honey, you're safe. Please, don't panic!" Yosano gently speaks to the child, using her most reassuringly sweet voice. She leans in closer to her and whispers.

"We're at the Armed Detective Agency. I'm Doctor Yosano. Remember, don't try to talk too much. It'll hurt your throat, okay? Take some deep breaths." The doctor gently rubs the child's back and guides her to engage in a series of slow, controlled breaths. As they slowly inhale and exhale, the doctor offers instructions, urging the child to remain calm and focus on her breathing.

The child, still trembling but gradually calming down, takes the opportunity to observe her surroundings. As she looks around, she studies the people in the room, taking note of the doctor who is instructing her. With her keen aubergine eyes, the young one turns her attention back to the doctor and poses her inquiry, "Was it acute sepsis?” she paused as she caught her breath, “I was on rounds to check on patients, but I accidentally left one of them unattended for a period. They were so incensed that they stabbed me with a scalpel out of spite. I didn't realize it at first, but soon after, I realized my mistake and the consequences I'd face. I didn't bother to tend to my wound, thinking it wasn't a big deal, but it turned out to be an infection..."

Dazai's eyes follow the conversation between the doctor and the girl. He notices that the doctor manages to keep the girl calm and relaxed, despite the serious condition she was previously in. As the doctor explains the cause of the infection, he realizes the circumstances that led to the injury.

Yosano instructed the brunet and albino to vacate her vicinity so that she could continue with the young girl’s care. At this point, Yosano realized that the child was a medical student- although they looked too young to perform hospital rounds. However, the incident gave her reason to pause and ponder her attitude and approach to her patients. She had to do better in the future, she realized, because if she didn't, she may end up causing more harm than good.

Dazai remains silent as he watches the interaction between the young girl and Dr. Yosano, taking note of how the doctor deals with the patient. Though he is happy to see that the girl is receiving proper medical care, he also notices the doctor's slight hesitation and pondering, which makes him curious. He wonders what the doctor is thinking and whether she is considering an adjustment to her practice as a result of the incident. Yosano shoos Dazai away, having noticed that he didn't fully leave her vicinity despite her instructions. Dazai, curious about what the doctor is thinking, lingers behind for just a little longer before finally heeding her orders, moving a reasonable distance away.

Out of stubbornness and curiosity, he hid behind the door to listen to their conversation, "So, you're a medical student?" Yosano asks with a smile. "And you're right about the sepsis." She adds.

The doctor watches the girl's movements with interest. She is observant, intelligent, and articulate, unlike most people her age. Even after undergoing such a traumatic injury, she is still able to speak eloquently and ask perceptive questions. She makes a mental note that this young female has potential.

Dazai remains hidden behind the door, listening to the conversation between the doctor and the young girl. He's curious to see how it plays out, and he takes note of the different traits and characteristics that the girl possesses despite her circumstances.

The child listens intently to the doctor's observation, slowly nodding her head to show her acknowledgment. Upon hearing the doctor's comment, her small form seems to swell with a sense of pride. With a soft voice, she responds, "Yes, that's correct. I'm a third-year medical student at Tokyo Medical School's college-prep course. Despite my young age, I'm proud to say that I have maintained high grades throughout my academic career."

Despite the lighthearted amusement on Yosano's face, the doctor takes a moment to ponder the intriguing piece of information that the child had inadvertently revealed. She notes with interest that the young one mentioned the Tokyo Medical School college-prep course instead of the present-day name of the university, the Faculty of Medicine, University of Tokyo. This revelation led Yosano to wonder if the child had arrived from the past, possibly 20 years ago or more, or if there was some other explanation for her statement.

Dazai remains hidden behind the door, listening to the conversation between the girl and Dr. Yosano, his curiosity peaking as the doctor ponders the revelation.

Dazai takes note of the doctor's reaction as she ponders the revelation that the girl may be from the past or at least 20 years ago. The notion intrigues him, and he wonders if there might be more to her than what meets the eye.

The doctor and the girl's conversation continues, with the doctor gradually shifting into a casual tone, teasing the young girl. Soon, the two begin bantering like they are familiar with each other, which catches the curiosity of Dazai who is still hidden behind the door and can't see the situation.

Dazai decides it's best to leave the doctor and young girl alone, realizing that the conversation has taken light and friendly direction, and they don't need any more interruptions.

He leaves the room, stepping outside to have a smoke, needing a moment to himself to clear his head to relieve some of the stress of the situation. He plans to take a break before facing the questions and concerns that Atsushi and the other detectives have for him.

 As Dazai puffed on his cigarette, he felt a sense of relief wash over him. Even though the girl resembled the leader of the Port Mafia, he had chosen to act according to his sense of right and wrong. It was a small victory in an otherwise difficult situation. He looked up at the sky, his thoughts turning to the friend he had lost.

He wished that Odasaku could somehow see that he had done the right thing.

[marahuyomae]

His Mother's Prodigy: The Doctor's Dilemma: Balancing Ethical Obligations and Personal Feelings

Dr. Yosano had gone through great pains to avoid ruminating on previous events in her life, but what if she were to come face-to-face with a younger version of herself who continues to haunt her? Despite this, she would nonetheless struggle to harbor any feelings of resentment towards this youthful presence, well-aware that this younger one was unaware of the turmoil they were causing. As a result, all she could do was remain silent and pretend that this younger self was nothing more than a stranger.

Alternate Title: Rintarou kept crying

The members of the Armed Detective Agency chattered amongst themselves,

their voices blending in a sea of conversation. Though their line of work often involved fighting crime and solving cases, today was different – the agency was bustling with an unusually high level of activity. People were bumping into one another and maneuvering through the crowd to accomplish their tasks, making for an unusually busy day at the agency.

A particular 27-year-old detective sat at his table, surveying the bustling office environment of clerks, secretaries, and detectives. He softly hummed to himself, "My astute reasoning skills are signaling that an out-of-the-ordinary event is about to occur." With his eyes closed, he continued to contemplate the potential development.

"It's not like it's anything we can't handle anyways..." In an unhurried fashion, Ranpo was indulging in a lollipop while entertaining himself in a relaxed state of mind. He was slowly chewing on the once-firm candy that had softened due to his repeated licking. A slight sense of excitement motivated him to kick his feet.

...1

...2

...3

...4

"And...." As Ranpo pronounced the last letter in a drawn-out manner, the door suddenly creaked open- just as he expected, causing a loud bang that caught the attention of everyone in the Agency. The occupants immediately turned their heads to investigate the source of the commotion. They witnessed a lanky brunette and an albino entering the room in a hurry, with the latter carefully bearing an injured young lady in their arms. The brunette raised his voice in a desperate tone, signaling the seriousness of the situation.

"Call Yosano-sensei! Quick! The child is experiencing significant difficulty breathing! Their oxygen levels are dropping and they are coughing up blood." The dark-haired man raised his voice to gain the attention of the other employees within the Agency, creating a loud and chaotic scene. This disturbance drew the attention of the female doctor, who immediately approached the child and examined her vials. Upon examining them, she gasped in horror as she realized that the child was struggling to breathe.

Yosano's hands visibly tremble as she sees the readings from the monitor. She sets down the oxygen mask that the child is wearing and immediately begins assessing her condition. With expert medical skills, she quickly locates the source of the child's life-threatening injuries. She diagnoses that the child is... suffering from acute sepsis. The young female doctor takes a deep breath, exhales through her eyebrows, and begins performing lifesaving measures for her patient.

"We need to intubate them immediately and give them oxygen support!" As the doctor yelled out in a frantic tone, the albino instantly responded by picking up the child and hurrying toward the infirmary. Upon entering the infirmary, the albino delicately placed the child on one of the hospital beds. The pure white sheets contrasted the child's ghostly appearance, which exacerbated their already concerning condition resulting from the lack of blood flow and difficulties breathing.

Thou Shalt Not Die

君 死 給 勿

As the doctor spoke, a stunning and graceful display unfolded before her. A flock of butterflies took flight around her poised form, their wing beats filling the air with a beautiful melody. The doctor's eyes were determined as if she were the goddess of the sun, Amaterasu, who shone a blessing upon those below her. With fiery resolve, she sought to save the young life before her.

The multitude of butterflies descended upon the wounded child, their proboscises delicately drawing nourishment from the injured flesh, akin to maggots in the process of decay. The butterflies persistently fed on the child's tissue, subsequently regurgitating it, contributing to the restoration and healing of the wound, ultimately returning it to its original form. Yosano watches in awe as the butterflies work their miracles. She has no words as she witnesses the incredible sight. Her eyes are filled with admiration as the butterflies continue to eat away at the child's wounds, leaving behind pristine fresh flesh. Her expression changes to one of relief, knowing that the child’s life has been spared. The doctor’s gaze shifts from the miracle of the butterflies to the child’s face. She nods her head gently, satisfied that her powers have allowed this young one to live.

Yosano watches as the child regains consciousness. Her expression quickly becomes one of relief as she sees the girl breathing comfortably. The doctor's lips curl up into a small smile at the healthy color returning to the child's face. Despite the girl obviously still being disorientated, Yosano attempts to alleviate her confusion.

"It's alright, dear. You're safe here. No one will hurt you. Just take a deep breath and calm down..." The doctor, in a comforting and soothing manner, speaks to the child who has just awoken. 

As the child slowly gains her bearings, she queries with a soft and barely audible voice, "Wha-what...? Where am I...?”

"Shh... Shhhh... Shhh... It's okay, honey, you're safe. Please, don't panic!" Yosano gently speaks to the child, using her most reassuringly sweet voice. She leans in closer to her and whispers.

"We're at the Armed Detective Agency. I'm Doctor Yosano. Remember, don't try to talk too much. It'll hurt your throat, okay? Take some deep breaths." The doctor gently rubs the child's back and guides her to engage in a series of slow, controlled breaths. As they slowly inhale and exhale, the doctor offers instructions, urging the child to remain calm and focus on her breathing.

The child, still trembling but gradually calming down, takes the opportunity to observe her surroundings. As she looks around, she studies the people in the room, taking note of the doctor who is instructing her. With her keen aubergine eyes, the young one turns her attention back to the doctor and poses her inquiry, "Was it acute sepsis?” she paused as she caught her breath, “I was on rounds to check on patients, but I accidentally left one of them unattended for a period. They were so incensed that they stabbed me with a scalpel out of spite. I didn't realize it at first, but soon after, I realized my mistake and the consequences I'd face. I didn't bother to tend to my wound, thinking it wasn't a big deal, but it turned out to be an infection..."

Yosano instructed the brunet and albino to vacate her vicinity so that she could continue with the young girl’s care. At this point, Yosano realized that the child was a medical student- although they looked too young to perform hospital rounds. However, the incident gave her reason to pause and ponder her attitude and approach to her patients. She had to do better in the future, she realized, because if she didn't, she may end up causing more harm than good.

"So, you're a medical student?" Yosano asks with a smile.

"And you're right about the sepsis." She adds.

The doctor watches the girl's movements with interest. She is observant, intelligent, and articulate, unlike most people her age. Even after undergoing such a traumatic injury, she is still able to speak eloquently and ask perceptive questions. She makes a mental note that this young female has potential.

The child listens intently to the doctor's observation, slowly nodding her head to show her acknowledgment. Upon hearing the doctor's comment, her small form seems to swell with a sense of pride. With a soft voice, she responds, "Yes, that's correct. I'm a third-year medical student at Tokyo Medical School's college-prep course. Despite my young age, I'm proud to say that I have maintained high grades throughout my academic career."

Despite the lighthearted amusement on Yosano's face, the doctor takes a moment to ponder the intriguing piece of information that the child had inadvertently revealed. She notes with interest that the young one mentioned the Tokyo Medical School college-prep course instead of the present-day name of the university, the Faculty of Medicine, University of Tokyo. This revelation led Yosano to wonder if the child had arrived from the past, possibly 20 years ago or more, or if there was some other explanation for her statement.

Yosano is also intrigued by the girl's remark. She's puzzled by her word choice of 'college-prep course', especially since the name had changed so long ago. She quickly decides to ask about her background, hoping to gain some insight into her unique language.

Yosano's brows furrow in curiosity as she takes a moment to process the child's statement, "Excuse me, but what year do you think it is?"

The child's expression morphs as she queries with confusion, "1986...? Is it 1986?"

Yosano falls silent for a moment, the realization of the child's mistaken perspective and her true origins dawning on her. Confirming her observation, the child was indeed from 27 years ago- the year 1986.

Yosano's eyes widen as she processes the child's statement. She was correct. The young female doctor's suspicions were confirmed. The child was from the past. The doctor was still not certain why this child had suddenly appeared here, but she knew she had to figure out what had happened to the girl. As she thought this, the doctor decided that she would address her first query.

"And what is your name?" She asked.

The child excitedly declares, "I am Mori Rintarou, future physician of the Tsuwano Domain's Daimyo and the eldest son of Mori Shizuyasu!"

Yosano was taken aback by this new piece of information, the realization that the child was, in fact, a young boy with feminine features and a feminine outfit. Yet another revelation occurred as the child introduced himself: he was the younger version of the Port Mafia leader himself- Mori Rintarou. This news was unexpected for Yosano, but it did offer insight into the child's intriguing background.

Yosano's eyes go wide as she realizes who the child really is. She is absolutely stunned. She never would have guessed this was who she had been treating. The doctor's eyes quickly take on a serious demeanor and she asks the boy another question.

"Rintarou-kun, are you alone? Was anyone with you when you got here?" She stares at the child with urgency.

The young boy hesitated, not quite sure of how he should respond. After taking a moment to collect his thoughts, he speaks up, "I'm afraid I don't know who brought me here for treatment- if I assume that the brunet and albino are indeed the ones, all I can say is that I was in the middle of my rounds when I started to feel extremely faint. I remember feeling very sweaty and nauseous before passing out. When I regained consciousness, I opened my eyes and found myself in this location..."

Yosano skeptically raises her eyebrow, doubting his claim. However, she can't fully dismiss his statement. After all, he is still young and his memory may be a little hazy. So she decides to shift her course of questioning. "What were you doing right before you felt faint? Please think carefully. Any detail you may remember could be essential to identifying your whereabouts."

The young boy makes a concerted effort to recall as much as he can about his circumstances. He states, "I do have some recollection of today being my third day of training as a trainee in a hospital. During that time, a patient stabbed me out of anger and I tried to calm them down. However, I started to feel lightheaded and numb. The heat and sweat became intense, which led me to faint on the spot- and assuming that the brown-haired man and albino saw me, they were the ones who took me here, but the loophole of everything is- why would they bring me here when I can get treated in the hospital I was being trained on? I am not where I should be… is that correct?"

Yosano nods her head, acknowledging that his situation is very peculiar. She decides to probe a bit further to uncover more information.

"You're correct. If you were in a hospital, why would Dazai and Atsushi bring you here? It isn't logical. Something just doesn't add up." Her expression becomes one of caution as she continues her line of inquiry.

The young boy, Rintarou, pays close attention to the doctor's knowledge of his two saviors, remarking, "You seem to be acquainted with them. I must ask, are they your colleagues? I would be grateful if you could interrogate them about their perspective of events. They might have found me somewhere else."

Rintarou's assumption held the possibility of truth- the young lad's observational skills truly proved his worth.

Doctor Yosano rises to her feet, signaling her intention to depart. The young lad furrows his brows, tilting his head to the side as his gaze follows the doctor's figure.

"Where are you headed?" he asks, confused.

Doctor Yosano let out a disappointed sigh as she acknowledged that she would be unable to inconspicuously slip away; the shrewd child noticed her mannerisms far too nimbly.

"I'm going to see Dazai and Atsushi. I need to ask them some questions regarding your arrival. You are free to stay here or come along with me." Yosano states, making her request.

Rintarou gives a subtle nod of agreement, stating, "I believe hanging around here for some time might do me good because my garments are still drenched. It's embarrassing to show up to others in this condition. Do you have any spare clothes, miss...?" his voice trails off as he realizes he failed to inquire about the doctor's name.

Yosano chuckles at the boy's lack of knowledge. Her expression then softens as she offers to lend him some of her clothes.

"My clothing wouldn't fit you very well, since I am a woman and you are a young boy. But I suppose it'll have to do." A small smirk appears on the doctor's face, she couldn't resist making a lighthearted joke. "Besides, perhaps it's what you deserve for not asking me what my name was."

The youth gasps rather theatrically, staring at the doctor with a sense of disbelief. "Hey now! It isn't fair that you reprimand a mere child like myself in this fashion. I was simply too distracted by the joy of being healed to notice!" He laments exaggeratedly, gesticulating wildly with each word and drawing out his sentences in a whiny fashion.

Yosano smiles at the boy's dramatic display, amused at his sudden change in demeanor.

"Relax, relax. I'm just teasing you, nothing more. I'm not truly upset. However, this 'mere child like yourself' better use his sharp senses to figure out who I am. It is basic etiquette to address someone by their name when in good company. So you say I am a doctor... What is my name?"

The young lad pouted in a somewhat childlike manner, reminding Doctor Yosano of the famous sweet-addicted detective.

"Do I really need to use my brain to come up with an outcome?" Rintarou bemoaned with a playful tone, "I might end up overexerting myself! What if I sustain an injury because of such arduous work?" he exclaimed in an exaggerated fashion, even though both of them were well aware that such an outcome was improbable.

Yosano chuckles, "Oh you poor boy. You are truly a burden to the world, aren't you?"

Her words are said in a gentle and soft tone, but her sarcasm is still palpable. "You know what? You don't have to try and figure out who I am. I don't want your precious, innocent mind to overheat. How about I just give you a hint? The letter "Y" is part of my name." Yosano offers him the opportunity to guess.

The young lad uttered a low groan, shifting his gaze discreetly around the room in search of clues; however, he was left in a state of displeasure when he failed to find anything that might assist him in the matter.

"Oh come now. Are you really struggling with this?" Yosano couldn't help but laugh out loud, amused by the boy's reaction. "I've provided you with the first half of my name: "Y" is the first letter. Can you really not figure out the other half of my name?" She challenges the young lad with a smirk.

The youthful lad treated the doctor's statement as a challenge and scrutinized her, thoroughly studying her physique from the top of her head to the bottoms of her feet. With a serious expression, he mused, "Is it possible that... your name might be... Akiko? The name suits your eyes, which are clear and sparkle brilliantly, much like crystals..."

Yosano is taken aback by the child's analysis of her, though she does find it to be surprisingly spot-on. This boy certainly has a sharp sense of deduction for being so young. However, she couldn't let his compliment go unchallenged.

"My eyes sparkle brilliantly, like crystals, huh? Well, you're correct. My name is indeed Akiko. However, there is still more to my name that you haven't figured out yet."

The youth gave a gentle shake of his head, exclaiming, "I have grown weary already! Physicians shouldn't place such undue pressure on their patients!" He then proceeded to recline himself in a petulant manner, much like a child.

Yosano can't help but chuckle. The boy's manner is very childlike despite his knowledge and intelligence. She decides to tease him further.

"Tsk, tsk. Are you really this weak to the task? What a shame. I suppose a bright kid like you should be capable of remembering such a simple task. Is your age showing?" She tries to goad the young lad into figuring out her last name.

"Aren't you supposed to be in a hurry for your meetings with that Dazai and Atsushi guy?" Rintarou attempted to defend himself as he reasoned, "You can't be wasting time like this. Also, don't forget that a patient requires sufficient rest!" he adds, gesturing towards himself to emphasize his point.

Rintarou's moping persona reverted back to one of dramatic sparkles as he disregarded everything the doctor mentioned except for his intelligence. "Of course, I am a genius, no need to reiterate it," the lad confidently proclaimed, displaying a self-satisfied grin.

Yosano is clearly enjoying this game of banter now. She loves it when he displays this over-confident, theatrical attitude. The doctor leans in closer to the boy and speaks in a calm tone, trying to act concerned when she is anything but. "It is a bit concerning how long you've been attempting to deduce my name. You do know it's impolite and immature to play the fool, correct? Perhaps you are not the intelligent young lad I initially perceived you to be after all?"

Yosano smirks at his response, completely undeterred by his words. She doesn't care about hurting his childish feelings.

"Oh, I most certainly can." She speaks in a mocking tone, "I just did. So yes, it is possible to declare that you are not a genius. If a boy such as you truly were a genius, he would have figured out my name by now."

Rintarou relented, stating, "Fine, your last name is Yosano and your first name is Akiko!" With a self-satisfied smirk plastered onto his face, he added, "I can even see it on your identification card," before feigning the act of removing an inessential layer of grime from his shoulders as if to symbolize his victory.

Yosano snickers at the boy's dramatic celebration of his victory. She laughs at the fact that he needed to resort to cheating to solve the mystery, unable to figure her name out on his own.

"Aww, you even cheated to figure it out. How pathetic. I thought a genius would be able to figure it out without resorting to such crude methods. I'm so disappointed with your display of weakness."

The child suddenly burst into melodramatic weeping, though his tears were fake, as he yelled, "I didn't cheat! Your identification was around your neck the entire time," he whined in a manner that was much more akin to a toddler throwing a tantrum than anything else.

Yosano bursts into laughter upon witnessing the child break down into a tantrum. Her expression is one of complete incredibility, as if she cannot believe how childish a young genius such as him could actually be so immature.

"Oh dear, I think I broke him. This child is much more pathetic than I thought. Tsk, I was expecting more from an alleged genius."

"No way," Rintarou exclaimed while still sulking, as if he was protesting against a false accusation.

"Oh yes way! I most certainly can call your intelligence into question. I believe in my professional opinion that you are a rather dim child who can't even understand basic humor. That would definitely imply that your intelligence has been lacking since an early age." Yosano smirks, trying to goad the child into an outburst again.

The youth puffed up in annoyance and attempted to appear as composed as possible, exclaiming, "I shall dismiss any remarks that you have issued my way as if I did not hear them. For I am a highly mature person who possesses no room for such juvenile insults," before sparkling with dramatic flair once more.

The doctor raises her brow at the child's remark, chuckling softly to herself. She decides to push him further and states in a teasing tone "Really now? Are you claiming to be a highly mature individual despite your obvious emotional outburst after my simple mockery? My dear, if my words are enough to push you to such an exaggerated tantrum... You are indeed very inferior."

"Nonsense," Rintarou exclaimed with his eyes squeezed shut as he attempted to exude an air of maturity, as if to emphasize that the accusation was absurd and had no impact on him whatsoever.

Yosano snickers in amusement, unable to hold back her giggles. This child truly is a unique and entertaining one. She cannot understand how a supposed genius is this immature, yet she finds him to be somewhat fascinating.

"You can't seriously expect me to believe you are mature just because you keep saying you are. I can clearly see you are extremely frustrated. Your tantrum is most definitely proof that you are immature, weak, and inferior."

The youth pouts once more, almost resembling a sodden feline and mutters, "I'm sorry," his words tinged with some remorse for his previous behavior as he tries to reconcile after his outburst.

Yosano smiles slightly at the sudden change in the child's attitude. He has become rather adorable now that he is sulking. It is funny how he has switched from trying to appear intelligent to displaying all his childlike characteristics. The doctor laughs at the irony of a genius being so immature.

"Oh, how adorable... Forgive you? Forgive you for behaving in such a childish manner? You really are quite amusing you know?" 

Despite his earlier antics, Rintarou makes an effort to stifle his impulse to deliver more sharp retorts, understanding that he had exceeded the boundaries of acceptable behavior in an environment that he had no business in, and therefore refrains from engaging in any further acts of insubordination.

Yosano is glad that the boy has realized the severity of his actions. She cannot deny that she was having fun teasing this kid, but she also doesn't want to be completely insensitive after all. The doctor softens her expression, addressing the boy in a kinder manner.

"Your apology is accepted. However, you should know that you are still quite a troublesome brat."

Rintarou falls into a state of silent contemplation as the doctor concludes her interaction with him and departs to address her fellow colleagues who had discovered him in the first place. The lad does not utter a sound but instead simply gives a slight nod of acknowledgment as he watches the medical professional depart.

Yosano watches the boy's response from a distance. She grins at the fact that her interactions with him have clearly left a lasting impression. The doctor is content with how the situation ended and decides to meet with the other members of the agency as originally planned. She exits the area, heading to Atsushi and Dazai's current location.

Once the doctor exited the young boy's line of sight, he wasted no time to return to his state of relaxation and immediately fell into a deep slumber, having finally expunged the residual energy that had accumulated from his earlier antics.

"I wanna go home..."

[marahuyomae]

Another His Mother's Prodigy! Mori Art

They are born pretty wdym?

[marahuyomae]

My Rintaro Mori a.k.a. Ougai Canon Divergent Plot

This is just an Au or Canon Divergence that I came up with.

I am trying to imagine a younger Mori as a very eccentric yet calm person, much like his older self. A few bits of his younger self are actually way too similar to Yosano and Dazai, referencing his dialogue during Underground Clinic Timeline.

He was born in the Mori household as the eldest son, living in the Shimane prefecture along with his 3 younger siblings, sister Emiko, brother Chouji/Junshirou, brother Takeshi, and their parents. Their family served as hereditary physicians to a daimyo or feudal lord of the Tsuwano Domain; and because he is the eldest, he was expected to carry on the family traditions and follow his father's footsteps.

Mori's mother shaped his early years by fostering a strict discipline that prioritized academic excellence. While Mori started his studies of Confucius and Mencius at the young age of two, he soon developed a passion for Chinese philosophy, mathematics, medicine, and Dutch. His commitment to these fields led to his success in the fief school, where he was enrolled at the age of seven. (He is a Mama's Boy, so he's alright) Mori left his hometown for Tokyo to attend medical school, where he added two years to his age to meet the requirements for enrollment. As his father established a private practice in Tokyo, Mori dedicated himself to his medical career, striving to be the best doctor he could be. He was able to balance his love for the arts with his dedication to his patients, making an impact in both fields. Mori graduated from the University of Tokyo at a very young age, becoming the youngest ever to do so. He started his career as an army surgeon and traveled to Germany (Leipzig, Dresden, Munich, and Berlin) for four years on a study trip sponsored by the Meiji government. During his time in Germany, Mori studied military hygiene under the physician Robert Koch and developed a keen interest in European philosophy and literature. Upon his return to Japan, Mori dedicated himself to efforts aimed at modernizing Japanese medicine and literature. With his extensive knowledge and skills, he made great contributions to both fields and left a lasting legacy.

Mori Rintaro 'Ougai' (13 years old) -uses They/Them/He/Him pronouns

-Mori is a genderqueer individual who is comfortable breaking gender norms and embracing everyone regardless of their gender. This is rooted in his admiration and respect for his mother, who was unjustly disparaged because of her gender. Mori recognized the biases ingrained in society and is determined to challenge and overcome them. He believes that true potential should be recognized and embraced, and that everyone has the ability to make a positive impact, regardless of their gender.

-Mori finds the process of gaining weight distressing and will physically pinch his stomach to the point of causing pain and injury. -Mori is deeply enamoured with European history and is deeply passionate about introducing others to the rich and fascinating history of Japan, which he believes is just as much worth appreciation and study as European history. Mori aims to increase awareness of and interest in Japanese history worldwide, so that others may gain a deeper understanding and appreciation of this fascinating and significant part of the world's history.

-Mori has an extraordinarily deep and empathetic understanding of people's thoughts and feelings, but suffers from an internal conflict as he struggles to feel things in the same way that the majority of people do. He is kind and cares deeply for others, but finds it difficult to experience emotions at the same level as those around him. This personal conflict has led Mori to feel out of touch with the world at times, even as he strives to be a positive and uplifting presence in the lives of those around him.

-People Pleaser

-Mori named his ability, an extraordinary talent or power, "Elise" after his first love's desire to name her future daughter, a name that unfortunately never came to fruition due to the individual's premature passing during their adolescence. Mori held deep admiration and attachment to this person, and the name Elise thus represents both his love for this individual and the ability that he gained, making the name especially significant and personal to his own experiences.

-Mori holds a deep admiration for older, empowered women, seeing them as role models and objects of admiration. He likely admires their confidence, authority, and intelligence, as well as their ability to navigate social and societal expectations with grace and strength. He may have experienced a lack of strong female figures in his life growing up, making such figures all the more significant and desirable to him now.

-Mori has a self-assured and confident disposition, believing in his own abilities and recognizing his intelligence. He is aware that he can excel in both academia and life, which has made him somewhat cocky at times, but he also understands the importance of humility. His cocky attitude is a result of his belief in his own natural abilities, but he is also aware that hard work and determination are needed to truly succeed. Therefore, he is not simply arrogant, but rather confident in his own capabilities and understands that the world is full of challenges that will test him along the way.

-Mori has a tendency to challenge the status quo and disregard convention. When presented with a set of rules or expectations, he is likely to find a way to work around them or to subvert them cleverly, rather than following them verbatim. This may manifest as a desire to push boundaries and see how far he can go, or as a preference for alternative and unconventional approaches. Mori values individual freedom and creativity and may see rules as limiting or stifling, leading him to seek out innovative ways to challenge and subvert them.

-chaotic lawful

-Mori's unique individuality and unconventional approach to life has not alienated him from his peers. Despite his unconventional nature, his classmates and those of his age still hold him in high regard, likely because of his intelligence, kindness, and overall positive nature. Mori's willingness to challenge conventional norms and embrace individuality allows him to inspire others to strive for greatness, even if it means going against the grain. This, combined with his charisma and empathy, has made him a respected and admired figure among both his peers and those around him.

-Mori's father desires that his son continue the family tradition of practicing medicine, even though Mori's own interests are focused on insects, flowers, and literature. This conflict between the path Mori has been expected to take and his own passions and interests has created tension and pressure for him. On the one hand, he feels a sense of duty and obligation to his family and tradition, but on the other hand, he feels drawn to pursue his own personal interests and passions. This internal struggle has likely played a significant role in Mori's development as a person, shaping his values, beliefs, and relationships.

-He's a Momma's Boy if I haven't mentioned it enough already.

His Mother's Prodigy... Coming Soon

[marahuyomae]

His Mother's Prodigy: A Soft Poison

Rintarou's eyes darkened as his mother spoke to him, the words she said echoing in his ears: "You look so much like your father."

The revelation stung more than it should have, the realization that he bore such a resemblance to the man who had caused havoc in their home breaking him more than he cared to admit. He resented the fact that he was defined by the actions of his father, rather than who he was as a person.

The pain was overwhelming, knowing that he was not like his father in any way, shape, or form, yet he would forever be compared to him. Rintarou's heart ached at the thought that he could never escape this shadow that loomed over him.

His intention to heal wounds was a source of pain rather than joy, his actions only hurting him more than they brought happiness. 

Rintarou knew he was not his father, but the fact that he was constantly reminded of him brought nothing but heartbreak.