#UTTERING THE WORDS NO DEAD CHUUYA

[felibrary]

cellphone love story — osamu dazai

*+ﾟsynopsis: recently, someone's been spam calling you to the point that you’re fed and pick up the phone, only to be greeted with someone by the name dazai who has been continuously trying to reach his dead friend. the calls however don't end here, rather, your (call) history with dazai starts to extend - slowly but surely forming a bond over time; the phone.

pairing: dazai x reader (gn) |wordcount: 2.5k (this was my personal hell)  | content & warnings: fluff, mentions of odasaku and very very very small mention of chuuya, more than friends less than lovers at the end (can also be interpreted as lovers, but that's just what i had in mind yall), brief mentions of drinking, light angst if you squint, not proofread its 5 am yall…. ; oneshot

a/n: sorry that i havent posted anything in the past few days (eight days to be exact i think..) i hope this will somehow make it up :,)

you can't keep count anymore.

this is the third - no, maybe fourth time today the unknown number has called you. at some point they have to realize that they’ve gotten the wrong number, right? 

it all started about one and a half weeks ago when you changed your phone number and received a new one. ever since that day someone has been continuously trying to call you. unfamiliar digits lit up on your screen as you were out with your friend, you ignored them, after all who were you to accept a call from an unknown number?

but, over the course of the evening the calls didn't stop, eerie and annoying ringtone constantly piercing through your ears until the calls took a halt at midnight. relief washing over you.

to your mishap the calls didn't stop there. sometimes they’d wake you up from a peaceful slumber, groggily pinching and rubbing your eyes before swiping the call away. other times your phone would ring at a work meeting where you had to awkwardly excuse yourself and turn off your phone.

admittedly, you're at fault for not blocking the number. all of your friends suggested that you should, reasoning it with the fact that the caller probably has some dirty schemes and motives and that you should just try and not get in touch with weird people like them. 

which brings you to your current predicament, sitting on the couch with your favorite show playing in the background as you text a friend, until a certain but familiar series of digits show up on your phone screen. do they never know when to stop?

your fingers hover over the decline button and then over to the accept button, debating and contemplating if you should decline the call but you don’t. the pads of your fingers press down on the accept button and you wait. 

you’re greeted with silence, what the hell? your patience runs thin, streaming like arid sand grains through an hourglass until they meet the bottom and gather there together with the others. it's been like thirty seconds into the call now, at this point they should've probably said something, at least a quiet hello. an exasperated sigh leaves your mouth and you begin “seriously? you’ve been calling me for the past week now and suddenly i pick up your calls you don’t say shit?” you complain.

“goodbye odasaku.” a sigh leaves the strangers mouth, a man you notice. “i suppose this is my sign to stop grieving and mourning over you.” his voice slightly quivers and the male chuckles sorrowfully. you can’t distinguish if it’s melancholy or relief that lace the bitter words. 

you’re left with confusion, so many unanswered questions lie at the tip of your tongue but you don’t dare to utter a word. “apologies.” he speaks up once again, this time with a steadier voice. “you’re probably confused, my name is osamu dazai.” he politely introduces himself. even though you’re unable to see him and can’t see him nor his expression, your intuition tells you that he’s slightly grinning, that a ghost of a smile graces his lips, although a rather sad one. 

“this phone number belonged to an old friend of mine.” dazai respires. a shaky “odasaku?” you whisper and let out a breath you yourself didn’t know you held in. “yeah, sakunosuke oda.” he hummed smilingly. “he’s gone.” dead, dazai wants to add but he refrains. 

“his voicemail always played when i dialed his number and called.” he whispered. “it was pleasant to hear his voice, knowing that there are still fragments of odasaku out there. he understood me like no other, i miss him.” dazai meekly confessed in a hushed tone. “but those days are over, i suppose it’s for the better.” the male on the other line sighed.

an umpteen amount of words prickle on your tongue, they itch to be released and said, you wanted to say something - anything. but before you’re able to properly gather your words and form a sentence, dazai cuts you off.

“please excuse my intrusions in the past week. have a good rest.” a shrilling sound echoing through your living room symbolizes the end of the call and you’re left dumbfounded.

-

strident noises awake you from your sleep. you toss and turn in your sheets as you mindlessly try to find your phone, rolling over to lay on your side as you find it and tightly clutching it, gripping your phone as you’re greeted with a bright screen and a row of digits. dazais number, you realize.

no, you didn't save his number nor did you memorize in which order the digits were aligned but his phone number's unfamiliar digits have become quite familiar now. you check the time: 0.52 a.m. what was dazai doing at such time and why was he calling you out of all people? especially after he hung up on you a month ago.

“hello?” you groggily yawn. “ah.” a female voice on the other line yelps, she sounds relieved. “are you odasaku by any chance? could you pick up mr. dazai please?” the woman asks in a demure manner. “what’s the situation?” you rub your eyes, trying to stay awake. “well, mr. dazai is intoxicated - he’s drunk and is currently slumped over the counter.” she whispers into the phone. 

“if that doesn’t bother you of course, i can also call someone else!” she hurriedly says. you're slipping out of your sheets to get out of your bed and move towards your hallway, loosely throwing over a thin jacket and checking its pocket if your car keys are in there. “it’s fine, can you tell me the location?” you tiredly ask. “yes of course. it’s bar lupin.” she replies. you check your phone and step outside your door moving towards your car “got it, i’ll be there in 20 minutes or so.” with that you end the call, get inside your car and put your hands on the steering wheel.

-

carefully you take a step inside the narrow bar, taking off your hood and immediately spotting dazai whose head was currently laying on the surface of the front bar. he was poking at his glass of whiskey, the ball of ice being almost fully melted. “dazai.” you call out. he turns around, hazel eyes meeting yours. 

only then can you admire dazai for the first time. his dark brown is tousled and unkempt but it continues to gleam in the orange light. his arms are wrapped in bandages and there's a long beige, almost khaki, coat draped over his body. you can’t help but think that he’s kind of pretty.

“what are you doing here?” dazai asks in a fatigued tone. you show him your car keys and wag them in the air “here to pick you up.” you reply nonchalantly. “why?” his question is barely above a whisper. 

why are you helping him? he doesn’t understand - he wishes to understand. the first impression you’ve received from dazai was when he was calling you non stop and now your second impression is him slumped over bar lupins front bar. dazai can’t tell if you’re just naive or really trying to be helpful out of politeness or rather out of kindness. 

a certain kindness he’s only ever received from odasaku. helping someone like him out of kindness with no hidden intentions, offering a helping hand, smiling with utmost fondness. 

“as if im leaving a somewhat nice drunkard alone. i’m not inhumane.” even though your answers are full of nonchalance, dazai can make out a certain sincerity that lies in your words. 

his eyes can only follow as you tilt your head towards the door. “let's get you back home.” you gently smile. 

-

dazai wakes up to the sound of  birds chirping and sizzling oil. he’s warm, a soft blanket covering his body only then dazai realizes that this isn’t his bed, that he’s not lying in his futon. he looks around before his gaze lands on the bedside table which had a glass of water atop it, marked with a little sticky note that said “drink this, you’ll feel much better and come find me in the kitchen :)” 

he can’t recall everything that happened yesterday, it all went past him like a blur the only thing he remembered was that you came to pick him up. dazai grabbed the glass and gulped it down in one go, some of its content seeping down his chin and wiping it away with his sleeve before sliding out of the bed with the glass in his hand to return it to you.

finding your kitchen wasn’t hard, it was located right next to the dining room where a variety of dishes were placed on the dining table. dazai enters the kitchen, without you noticing and sees you whisking up two eggs with a pair of chopsticks before speaking up “here.” dazai coughs and places the glass on the counter near the sink to express his gratitude. 

“oh, it’s no problem.” you shoot him a small smile. your hand reaches over to the salt and pepper  to season the eggs with before carefully putting the egg mixture into the hot greased pan. admittedly dazai feels a bit out of place - useless (when was he ever not) so he offers to wash your dishes which you happily agreed to. 

besides the sound of sizzling fat and water running down the faucet, it's quiet in your kitchen. “how’d she know whom to call?”  you’re the first to speak up, eyes still concentrated on frying the eggs as you hum a small melody.

“the bartendress?” dazai asks in response. 

“yeah.” 

“well, odasaku’s number, which is your number now, is one of my emergency contacts, i suppose she just called you first.” dazai shrugs his shoulders, his hands still focused on rubbing away the dirty spots on your plates. 

“i see.” 

“if the old man, my favourite bartender by the way." dazai winks. "if he would’ve been here he would’ve called slug.” dazai lets out a small laugh, probably the most sincere laugh he let out in the past few weeks.

“slug” you ask, soft voice laced with confusion.

“an old friend of mine.” dazai smiles sadly. “odasaku and him are both my emergency contacts.” he chuckles. 

dazai doesn’t talk about the topic much further and neither do you, assuming it’s a sensitive topic for him. “i’m done, how about you?” you look over to dazai who’s currently washing his hands off with lavender soap. “mhm, me too.” he hums in agreement at which you can smile at.

dazais eyes trail after you as you leave the kitchen and move to the dining room, setting down all the plates and pouring two glasses of water. “sit down and eat up.” your eyes sway from his eyes over to the chairs. only then does dazai notice that his beige coat is neatly folded on one of your dining chairs. it makes his heart jump lightly. 

he sits down and takes a sip out of his glass, waiting until you start to eat first before he gets to. he smiles contently as you happily chew on your food. “does it taste good?” he cringes at himself when he realizes just how awkward that question is, he feels like a teenager again that was always wary of what people thought of him. 

“it tastes amazing! wanna try?” you slide the plate over to dazai, offering him to take a piece. “sure.” he agrees before taking a small bite. you weren’t lying when you said that it tasted amazing. “you're right, it tastes so good.” dazai says ecstatically. “told you so! my cooking is not to be underestimated.” you laugh and dazai can’t help but laugh too which makes him cough uncontrollably, putting a hand over his mouth so he doesn’t spit out anything on your table cloth but continuing to laugh.

“oh god dazai, are you okay?” you rush over to his aid and put your hand over his back to slide over it, hoping that it’ll somehow soothe his coughing. dazai manages to muffle out a “i’m fine, really.” between his coughs and laughs which you can only sigh at but can’t help the smile that finds its way onto your face and plasters itself on your lips.

-

calls with dazai have become more frequent now, although he sometimes still remains a mystery to you, it feels like he’s grown quite comfortable around you. 

he told you more about himself (vice versa), talks about his work at the armed detective agency and sends you recipes the both of you could recreate. not only calls with him became more frequent but also visits. 

at least four out of seven times a week dazai rushes to your place after work (you should probably call it your shared home now due to dazai leaving his stuff at your place like scattered objects on the floor).

for example, today: dazai walks into your kitchen like he owns the place. he sets down his belongings onto your couch before stepping towards the kitchen where he already finds you chopping the vegetables for the curry. 

he notices that you’re on the verge of tearing up as you continuously chop the onions into small bits and grabs a tissue before sneaking up behind you and scaring you. “boo.” his mouth forms a little “o” and you slightly jump before setting the knife down and putting your hand over your heart. “you scared me!” you complain even though dazai can see the playful glint in your eyes.

“sorry, sorry.” he laughs before wiping away the small droplets of tears that managed to escape your eyes. 

his calloused hands brush over your soft skin, it’s intimate - romantic even. you softly sigh against the tissue, the object that separates the two of you. the action makes your face lightly heat up and you’re sure that dazai noticed it too from the way he’s smirking. 

“aw, was i able to fluster you?” he coos at you smilingly, which in response you can only huff at, eyeing him with a look that says “you already know the answer.” before turning around to continue where you left off.

in the meantime dazai pulls out another cutting board and starts to chop the carrots. it’s quiet, it’s always quiet when the two of you cook together, but neither you nor dazai mind. the smell of aromatics that nip and continue to linger in the air and the sound of your jazz playlist which sometimes gets outplayed by the sounds of cutting or frying food, are more than enough. it’s just like the first time the two of you shared this space together, a certain nostalgia suddenly washing over him.

“thank you” he whispers, barely loud enough to not get overplayed by the music playing in the background. 

“for what?” you ask, longing for an answer.

for the times you’ve picked me up at bar lupin, for the times you’ve cooked me warm meals, for the times when you took care of me. 

“for everything.”

this is dedicated to my odasaku person @azullumi (don't die pls i need u and ur fics HHDDISISISIS). you've always told me that you liked odasaku a lot and that some day you also want to open up an orphanage which i find really endearing. what i mean by "you're my odasaku person" is not "wow we're literally so odasaku and dazai coded" but no rather it's because you also play such a major role in my life (not just cause of the age gap between oda and dazai and u and me..). you're always there when i need you, you're always there when i needed you and i hope that you'll always be there when i need you. but the same thing goes vice versa; goes for me. azul you're someone whom i've randomly met and if i never made that one comment or sent that one ask or if you never sent that one dm i would've never written this. you're someone who reassures me and soothes my worries with simple words, when i'm feeling down you're the person i turn to because you're the only person who really understands and somehow relates and thus i'm always able to trust and follow your judgement and advice. i never feel judged or belittled by you or treated as someone whose only an immature kid, no you treat me as a normal person, like a friend. which makes me feel seen - acknowledged even. to be loved is to be seen. i could go hours when it comes about talking to you and what impact you have on my life, but i suppose that's for another end note dsjsdsuusus. you're so dear to me. i love you a lot azul <3

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[cerebralinvasion]

yandere february event day 13

“Listen, I’m giving you two choices. Either you start eating willingly or I’ll force you. There’s no way I’m letting you starve yourself to death.”

disgusting. observing the posh room you sat in, the only thing you could feel was complete and utter disgust. how could anyone look at the room they're being held hostage in and feel anything else? chuuya could fill the room with as much priceless jewelry and pretty clothing as he’d like, it’s still nothing more than a prison. and you refuse to be a prisoner any longer. you refuse to simply lay down and take it, no matter what your kidnapper had insisted was best for you. you would gain your freedom, even if it meant death.

it’s been three days since you’ve eaten or drank anything. you doubt it’d be much longer until you really did die. your captor had told you a day ago that he knew you’d quit this dumb stunt when you realized it wouldn’t get you anywhere. he’s wrong. he thought he could outlast you, but this isn’t about that. you will free yourself from this place, whatever it takes.

the door creaked open for the first time today. it’s none other than chuuya. a tray in hand and a grimace on his face. he closed the door behind himself, the lock clicked into place. he placed down the tray as he sat beside you on the floor. it was your favorite meal and a tall glass of ice water.

“eat.” a simple command fell from his lips as he glared at you. you didn’t say anything, only glaring at him in response. you’ve repeated yourself enough times, what doesn’t he get? after a pause he tried again.

“listen, i’m giving you two choices. either you start eating willingly or i’ll force you. there’s no way i’m letting you starve yourself to death.”

“force me?” you scoffed. “you can’t make me do anything. threaten me, hurt me, whatever, all you’d like. i’m not eating anything. you can’t make me.”

“do you know how much i make? i don’t think you get how easy it’d be to get a doctor over here. they’d shove a tube down your throat for whatever nutrients you need and not say a thing for enough money. so you either get to eat your food normally or you’ll be hooked up to something that does it for you.”

“no. you wouldn’t do that.” you paused at his words, turning to face him with a slightly stunned expression.

“i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again. i’ll do anything to keep you safe. and i mean that, whether or not you like it.” the look on chuuya’s face as he spoke was enough to realize he was dead serious. not only completely capable, but willing as well.

after a brief pause, you opened your mouth. solemnly allowing him to feed you. it looks like you’ll have to think up something else.

[melancholic-and-delusional]

Fyodor Is Alive. A Bungo Stray Dogs Theory.

The recent episode of Bungo Stray Dogs season 5 presented to us the supposed death of the main antagonist of the series - Fyodor. However, I'd like to argue that he is, in fact, very much alive. Due to the impossibility of Studio Bones being able to animate the last chapters shorty after their release, I'm going to go by the narrative that Asagiri has informed them of what should be animated beforehand, and so the final episode of the season is canon.

My first argument, which should go without saying, is that this is not the first time we have been death-bated. There are too many examples to count, where characters seem to have no way of avoiding their demise. However, that was never the case. For that fact, I believe that this will be the same situation once more.

Secondly, an argument which was quickly brought up by many fans is Fyodor last words - 'Eli, Eli, lama sabachtani?'

The words are a direct quote from the Bible, meaning 'My God, my God, why have Thou forsaken me?' That was the last sentence Jesus Christ uttered before finally dying on the cross. As we all know, however, he came back to life 3 days later, which raises suspiciousions if Fyodor would also come back or not.

The next thing I would like to mention is that Fyodor's cut-off arm looks incredibly fake.

Fyodor was in the helicopter, which crashed and immediately after that set on fire. If that arm was his, it would've been burnt and dark, and if that arm was an actual limb, it would have cut off blood vessels hanging from the end where it had been previously chopped off. The use of a fake arm had already been performed by Dazai in season 2, when him and Chuuya were fighting against Lovecraft, so it is very much possible that this once mentioned detail holds a certain importance later in the story (Chekhov's gun or something like that).

Moreover, when Fyodor was in the helicopter, he was not alone. He was with another vampiresed guard. As soon as the vehicle set on fire, it exploded. Fyodor could've pulled the guard to himself, protecting himself from the explosion, just like Kunikida did with Tetchou in the previous season.

However, I am slightly uncertain of this argument since both of them were inside of the exploding helicopter, and it'd be difficult to protect yourself from such a thing. I do still think that it is worth suggesting that the guard might have been of use for Fyodor to survive.

The next thing I'm bringing up is that when Bones animated Dazai's "death" scene, it appeared much more dramatic than in the manga, and it actually seemed fatal. (This is a bit of a dumb argument, but I'll still go with it.)

The manga panel of Dazai's headshot looks faked, but what Bones animated doesn't. When the chapters of the manga that were just animated come out, it might give us the opportunity to form more theories regarding Fyodor's supposed death.

Another thing I wish to point out is that season 2 of the anime ended with Fitzgerald's "death".

Of course, in season 3, we find out that he was alive all along. He used to be the main antagonist of the series up to that point and before Fyodor took over that title. Studio Bones could've waited for more chapters and content to come out for them to animate, especially since this season has been the shortest one yet, but they chose to end season 5 with Fyodor's death, leaving us on a cliffhanger. This leads me to believe that they're purposefully doing that, so in the next season, they can shock us when Fyodor comes back alive.

Finally, we know nothing about Fyodor's origin, ability, etc. It would be anticlimactic, and I'd even consider it as poor writing. Even if Sigma survives, which I think he will, and he goes to share the information he got out of Fyodor, it wouldn't be as satisfying to know all of that once Fyodor is actually dead. In a way, there's no reason for us to care about his backstory once he has died.

Also, not long before the incident occurred, Fyodor spoke about Dazai being his greatest foe since that man. However, nobody has any clue who 'that man' is.

This leaves another question unanswered and another reason for Fyodor to survive.

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Thank you so much for reading my theory! It is the first time I have ever written one, so I'm hoping the arguments I've brought made the least bit of sense.

[noxioustoxin]

I'll Be Here, Always

Mentions: Implied Abuse (Warning), Suicide (Warning), fluff, tender love and care.

Small Authors Note: "I'm just looking to do some major self-care, but I do hope you all enjoy my short story." ^^

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It had been about a month, almost two now, that Dazai even bothered to check his notifications. His phone lights up throughout the night with halfhearted check-ins. He didn't have to look to know who the messages were from, the soft chime told him exactly who it was. "Bastard, the hell are you ignoring me for?" "You better not be dead, or I swear shitty Dazai."

It was the same thing every few days or so that it started making his head spin. Normally Dazai would've written a snarky comeback, teasing the redhead about how much he seems to care. In reality, Dazai cared. But even his little dog couldn't pull him out of this one. Dazai could vividly recall the moment when things began to spiral, which wasn't uncommon for him. He was known to be suicidal and depressed, but this time, he took the liberty of writing a note. His fingers ached as he scribbled out his goodbye, which was only to one person, but he wouldn't dare let that letter be seen. Not by his slug. He wasn't that cruel though many would argue with that statement.

Even with the meticulous work he put in to hide his letter, he still somehow found himself in Mori's office. Dazai's letter was there open against the desk, and he could hear a scoff from his boss. It was obvious to him that Mori had already read the contents of the letter. "When will you give up on this futile endeavor? Aimlessly reaching for an outcome you can't achieve. You can't die until I say you can when I provide the means." His voice swirled around Dazai's mind like filthy venom, reminding Dazai with that choice of words that he was chained to him. Typically, Mori's words were nothing more than that. Words. But that unsettling feeling that stirred within his stomach made his limbs suddenly feel like lead. He felt bolted to the floor. But in his mind, the only thing that mattered was Chuuya. Not Mori, not being chained to him and the organization, not his suffering. Just Chuuya.

Flash forward to the present, Dazai sat uncomfortably atop his small mattress. His eyes were misty and puffy from the tears that refused to fall. The shipping container in which he called home carried an ominous chill, one that didn't feel right. "Mackerel… please talk to me."

His phone lit up the small area. He knew it was Chuuya, but what was he supposed to say? That he once again wanted to leave the world behind because of his pain? No. Not that again. So instead, Dazai curled up into a fettle position and sighed heavily into his knees. After what felt like hours, in reality, it was only about twenty minutes, a knock jolted Dazai away from his misery. He sighed and uttered a soft "go away," but that was quickly met with louder and more forceful knocking. The sound made his heart sink, and he knew he couldn't ignore it anymore, so reluctantly he scrambled off of his bed and made his way to the door. His hand hesitantly reached for the lock and slowly opened the door. "What?" His voice shook as he tried to upkeep his typical cold exterior until he was suddenly wrapped in a tight embrace. That familiar warmth quickly enveloped his body, and his body relaxed for the first time in those two months. Chuuya. Dazai opened his mouth to speak, but he couldn't find the words. The words weren't needed at the moment, but instead, Chuuya simply led him over to his bed and pushed him down against it. Those usually piercing blue eyes were softer and gentler as he cupped Dazai's cheek. "You don't have to go silent whenever you hit a low period," Chuuya began softly, "I can handle it. I want you to understand that I know you still struggle and suffer with those thoughts." He paused to press his forehead lightly against Dazai's, the gesture so tender that it caused butterflies to form in their stomachs. With that, Dazai's tears finally fell as he quickly tugged Chuuya onto the bed with him. His taller frame fits rather perfectly with Chuuya's smaller one. A soft chuckle could be heard from the redhead as he reached his hand up to play with those messy brown curls. "Come on, we aren't staying here. I've got canned crab at home, let's get you a nice bath and a hot meal." Dazai only cooed in response as he nuzzled his head into the crook of Chuuya's neck.

"Okay, Chibi… I love you." "I love you too Mackerel, now let's go."

Dazai knew that Chuuya did mean what he said, he meant that he was here for him even through his dark times. Maybe, just maybe, this was what his meaning in life was. No. Not maybe, Chuuya was his reason. And that was all he needed now. "I'll be here, always." And Dazai believed it. Completely.

------------------------------ Again, I truly hope you all enjoy this little, short story!

[mewnekoice-mecha]

Hello it’s me again here’s another little fun fic while i obsess over this series

Also if it’s not a bother can I be known as 🎵🎤 anon

Y/N needs a substitute actor for her final grade project, after the one she chose bailed on her. Here comes some much-needed help.

Now here we go

@selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU"RE NOT COMING!?!?!," I yelled into my phone. 'This can't be happening, I need to finish this in the next two days or i'm screwed.' I thought panicky.

"I mean exactly what I said, I'm not coming I got a better offer and decided to take that instead, so later," a snarky male voice could be heard before the call ended.

The dead call mocked me as I blankly stared at it before with a short scream of rage I threw it at my bed muttering curses. I began pacing trying to think of a solution but in my rage, I forgot that I no longer lived alone and my 'roommates' tend to be very perceptive.

Running could be heard as my door suddenly slams open as Dazai runs inside. After a quick glance he relaxes. “ Little light mind telling me what that was about,” he drawled at me.

Laughing sheepishly, I explained what happened. “Ah, so you need another stand in correct?,” he said. “ Worry not little light it just so happens you have a house full of people who’ll LOVE to help you out, come on let’s get the others and explain what’s going on.” Having said that he left my room probably to go get the others.

Sighing I follow after him, after gathering everyone I explain what the problem was. Ranpo was the first to speak, " I see the reason you didn't ask us earlier was because of the Theme that was assigned to you." I twitched but admitted that he was correct hoping beyond doubt that he wouldn't ask me what the Theme is but I knew that was impossible, and judging be his smile it was clear he was messing with me a little.

"What's the Theme? It can't possibly be that bad can it," Atsushi said curiously. I blushed before just deciding to get it over with, looking down I utter the words that's gonna break some of them," My themes are Love/Hope and a duet for Pain/Despair, I already have the music and lyrics done."

It was very quiet before sheer madness erupted, lots of yelling and talking over each other before having enough Chuuya used gravity to pull everyone but me and the kids to the floor. " Everybody SHUT UP." Chuuya roared, " Now that it's quiet, Y/N do you have anybody in mind for the songs." Chuuya released everyone after it quieted down.

"I do actually, I was hoping to ask the two people I had in mind, so I can do one today and the other tomorrow." I said. "Who is it," aya asked me. " Well taking the themes into consideration, I choose Tetchou and Chuuya, mind helping me out guys," I asked. Tetchou looked surprised but Chuuya looked ecstatic, they both gave confirmation that they'll help. Smiling I grab Tetchou and junichirou hands pulling both after me yelling to the others that, I'm doing the recording for the first part tonight and will do chuuya's tomorrow but I'll need some volunteers for his part at least four.

~ Time skip Several Hours Later~

And now for the reveal, " Thanks guys, come on let's show the others our hard work." I started stretching, walking out of the recording room with my helpers. Gathering everyone again took less time as it seemed that they all stayed in the living room, going to the TV I hooked up my laptop and waited for everyone to settle down. " Here we go the finished version I named it, " I'LL WAIT"

~ SONG: I"LL WAIT by KYGO, SASHA SLOGAN~

The scene starts with a shot of my bedroom from the ceiling before paning towards the bed where I'm laying on top of a shirtless tetchou, an alarm goes off causing tetchou to turn it off before he turns to me and kisses my head 'waking' me up, and look at him. Before another alarm rings and causes me to wake up showing that the scene earlier was just a dream.

I'll never forget the songs we used to play And when I put 'em on The feeling never fades out my body I hope you're thinkin' of me (mmm) There won't be a night, there won't be a place Where you don't cross my mind Where I don't see your face in somebody (mmm) I hope you're thinkin' of me (mmm)

Another Flashback shows that Tetchou is being sent to military training and both of us promising to never forget the other and wait, Hugging him I 'sent' him away watching his back as he boards the bus and it starts leaving.

People say we're fools, people say we're dumb People say we're caught up in temporary love We don't know what we're doin', they say we're too young But they don't know a thing about us

I'll wait forever, that's what we said 16th of September, lyin' in my bed I'll wait forever, it's never too late Couple thousand miles is just a little space

Now it shows me writing and sending letters and getting them in return as the months go by.

I'll wait (mmm) I'll wait (mmm) I'll wait (mmm) Couple thousand miles is just a little space I'll wait I'll wait

A phone rings, answering it I say the next verse,smiling as on the other end shows Tetchou on the line smiling softly.

There won't be an end, can't forget the start When you're far away, it's like we're not apart I'd play my money Just to hear you say you love me again People say we're fools, people say we're dumb People say we're caught up in temporary love We don't know what we're doin', they say we're too young But they don't know a thing about us

The months turn to years and show that the letters had started to come less and less, faceless people try to tell me to forget about him as it's clear he didn't keep his promise, but I refused.

I'll wait forever, that's what we said 16th of September, lyin' in my bed I'll wait forever, it's never too late Couple thousand miles is just a little space I'll wait (mmm) I'll wait (mmm) I'll wait (mmm) Couple thousand miles is just a little space I'll wait

I'll wait (mmm) I'll wait (mmm) I'll wait (mmm) Couple thousand miles is just a little space

It's been three years at the this point and the letters had stop coming. The faceless people are whispering and mocking her behind her back but she put on a smile and ignored them. One day it showed her going to a space they always went to when he was here, suddenly a voice called out, She turned around as her eyes widen before taking off running towards something.

I'll wait forever, that's what we said 16th of September, lyin' in my bed I'll wait forever, it's never too late Couple thousand miles is just a little space

Running she throws herself into Tetchou arms, causing all those who doubted to be shocked, even more so when he gets on one knee and shows a ring. Throwing herself into his arms, as she sang the last words.

I'll wait

@selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs

[selfnss]

" you can kill me, you know. " dazai stares out the window of his shabby apartment. around this time of month, he can always see the moon from the window. he gazes out at it now, almost hoping it could swallow him whole. " i know you want to get rid of me after what i did to you. " his head slumps and rests against his knee. " i wouldn't mind if chuuya killed me. "

he did say that, didn't he? that he was going to kill the fucker for what he did - that one day he'd beat dazai to enough of a pulp that even the crafty bastard that he is couldn't survive it. chuuya remembers every threat of tearing his partner to pieces and burning what's left, remembers every time he wished dazai would just drop dead where he stands because at least then he wouldn't have to listen to his stupid voice anymore. he watches dazai sit there, curled up into a ball and looking like one good swing would be all it took, and chuuya thinks about how easy it would be to just do exactly that. how easily he could pull the knife from his belt and cut his throat, leave him to bleed out while chuuya stands over him.

he doesn't do any of that, though.

nakahara chuuya stands motionless a few feet away from the other half of himself and he feels something he hadn't expected to. something he hadn't factored into the countless daydreams of this very moment. he thinks it's relief. it burns its way down his throat and settles in his stomach as chuuya clicks his tongue in lieu of an immediate response. stupid asshole always thinks he knows best. stupid asshole doesn't even know the half of it.

"shut up." he thought he'd be angrier. he wants to be angrier. he wants to make dazai feel how he felt all those nights, drunk on wine and calling a number that won't pick up. he wants to make dazai hurt like he hurt chuuya. but then, they both know that dazai's perfectly capable of that without chuuya laying a hand on him or uttering a single word to him. fuck... he needs a cigarette.

"you're an idiot. everyone keeps sayin' how smart you are but i know you, dazai. i know exactly what you are--" why doesn't he sound angrier? where's the flash of white hot rage that's supposed to make all of this bearable? why is dazai osamu always the exception? why does the idea of his partner hiding in this shitty box of an apartment make chuuya feel more sick to the stomach than he did when he realised that dazai wasn't coming back - that his apartment was going to feel that big and empty and loud for a long time to come. chuuya's nose wrinkles, his lip curling upward in a snarl as he doesn't let himself think - as he just says what he's wanted to this whole time. "you're a coward - a traitorous, manipulative bastard who thinks he knows better than everyone else jus' 'cus you've got a few thoughts knockin' around in that stupid, thick skull of yours-- well... well you ain't--"

he doesn't know where he was going with this - doesn't know why he's taking a step closer to the man he wants to use as a punching bag until he can't feel his hands anymore. right? that is how he feels - isn't it?

"i don't care if you think you were savin' me when you abandoned me like that. i don't care if oda told you to go and save people and you thought you'd start with savin' me from the mess you were about to make but--fuck, dazai - i didn't ask for you to save me!" another step closer, he's within arms reach now and chuuya can feel the static in his skull ticking up and up and up the closer he gets - he can feel the poison filling his ribcage the longer he stands there and the more he lets himself rant. fists curled in his pockets tremble and chuuya's vision darkens. he could kill dazai right now. he could make it slow and painful like he promised he could... he could...

a hand appears between them. one that hooks itself 'round the back of dazai's neck and pulls his head into chuuya's chest with a tenderness that couldn't be more out of place compared to the way his voice had trembled with barely contained rage - barely contained destruction that wanted nothing more than to rip and tear until dazai understood.

instead? chuuya hugs dazai against himself and the silence - the blissful silence - that settles over them like a balm makes everything make sense again in the way that things can only make sense when he's with dazai - when they're together. when chuuya feels whole. his next words are muffled against the mop of dark hair, spoken against dazai's scalp as if it might make them easier to speak. "...i don't wanna kill you. i just... i just want my partner back. i always have."

[fivekrystalpetals]

#oh thats VERY interesting#i did take it as him riling dazai up bc its obvious he still cares abt chuuya+confessed as much to his nemesis#but thats so interesting that hes directing the attention away from his own strength#he wants to be underestimated even when hes caught doing so

yes, exactly!

say, if Chuuya had used Corruption to tear down the entire prison or if he had kept gravity-punching at the anti-ability walls till they gave way, then Fyodor's words might hold some sense. Because, yes, Chuuya had pulled the impossible and how did Dazai even calculate that Chuuya could not do this much in spite of being his partner for seven years?!

But in this case.... it's entirely Fyodor's plan. Chuuya was using his ability only to the minimum. I mean, that kind of dent can probably be made with a gun too idk, and Fyodor must have got Chuuya to do it because he wanted the damage to be done as silently as possible to avoid attention,,

ONE CORRECTION: after reading the actual translation, I realize that the dent was not for the water to flow out but for the door to close incorrectly and leave an opening large enough for them in case they are trapped. (This part is still a bit confusing for me but from what I understand, he is saying that the doors take a bit of time to close from a fully open state because they are supposed to close very tight and so, they had enough time to make the dent in the floor that didn't let the doors close correctly)

also, Chuuya uses Gravity Manipulation here too for a bit, to direct their movements sideways and escape from the door.

Well, yes that too, but it doesn't really change what I said in the original post. The core idea of the escape plan was still the damage to the threshold/rails of the door, which is Fyodor's idea, sneaky like him. That's the only reason they could escape from the sealed room. Otherwise both of them would have drowned, gravity user and all.

Yet, he frames it as if all of their escape happened because Dazai didn't have a deep bond with his gravity manipulator partner of 7 years.... which has... what exactly to do with anything lmao

sorry but I have to add this bc it's so funny what he says:

That even after 7 years of partnership, you thought that a gravity manipulator could not stop a flood.

um, excuse me, but the gravity manipulator you mention really did NOT stop the flood hello? all you guys did was escape the flood like what are you even talking about??

So, Fyodor is not only trying to rile up Dazai by insulting him as well as Twin Dark but also diverting his attention to Chuuya and his ability from himself.

Which is why I believe (contrary to most of the fandom's view since this chapter came out that underestimating their bond is going to be Fyodor's downfall), Fyodor knows exactly that their bond is not as shallow as he claims (he was right there during the Dead Apple, he has to be an utter idiot to mean what he says after seeing that spectacle) and he still has many more happy plans up his sleeve :)

actually, Fyodor saying that--

surprised, not by the flooding, but by the fact that Dazai and his 7-year partner's bond was so shallow that Dazai think Chuuya's ability cannot deal with that flood // @/popopretty

--is surprising to me because Chuuya didn't really do... much for them to escape.

You see, this wasn't an incorrect fact:

Dazai is right, the walls are anti-ability and we see this in action too: (this most probably was a part of Fyodor's plan to throw Dazai off-guard and make him think that his plan was working)

Yes, Chuuya's ability doesn't work on the walls. Dazai didn't underestimate him or his ability. He looked at the facts and gave his opinions. (That's why I think his words in BSD 101 were also true, he must have really believed that Chuuya was going to drown because he had no way of knowing that Fyodor was gonna pick him for a pawn)

Getting Chuuya to break the threshold between every door was Fyodor's idea.

And it doesn't even seem like a big deal to break the threshold; it hardly took the power of a finger for Chuuya. (and no more than a slight dent in the floor should be enough for the water to flow out)

So.... why is he talking about their trust and bond and all if not to simply rile up Dazai?? It's Fyodor that Dazai should have kept an eye on (and still needs to) because once again, this conjurer is misdirecting his attention to his 'stronger' assistant here while the actual trick was all Fyodor's.

[senren]

God. To the anon who read the red string fic, you know what would be worse? Dazai being the only one able to see the string and one day he sees Chuuya's string tie itself to another person's pinky. And then add in some references to his own bare pinky and him extra wrapping it with bandages as a symbolic reference or something and maybe some unnecessary pining from both sides before chuuya moves on and you have a quality angst fic. (Most important part? *whispers* No dead chuuyas)

I DON’T WANT TO BE RUDE BUT EXCUSE ME WHAT THE F

[chuuyrr]

scarlet witch! baby fushiguro! reader goes to bungo stray dogs during shibuya arc

jujutsu kaisen x reader x bungou stray dogs

masterlist of the series

╰➤ CW(s): major spoilers for jujutsu kaisen (shibuya arc), mentions of death, blood and violence, mentions/description of a panic attack, mentions of scarlet witch's powers/abilities, typos and grammar mistakes probably

╰➤ PAIRING(s): platonic! bungou stray dogs x child! reader, platonic! jujutsu kaisen x child! reader (mostly dazai, chuuya & dad! gojo)

╰➤ WORD COUNT: 7,000+

hello, there! this is probably my longest written request and well biggest crossover yet! i'm really thankful to the anon who requested this, i hope i was able to write it accordingly and yeah, enjoy reading, and please try not to cry like i did ♡

before you read: drastic changes have been made to jujutsu kaisen's shibuya arc for this request. if you've seen multiverse of madness and is wondering how and why scarlet baby fushiguro can travel multiverses, the least i can tell you is that you, the reader, is a special variant of the scarlet witch. it is something that only you can do and well, if that's not a satisfying answer, then just think of it as for plot reasons :P

this was not how things were supposed to be. gojo assured you that everything would be fine. it was only a jujutsu mission that required every single sorcerer, but that proved to be a big lie.

you were also brought into the scene because, due to a curse user, yuuji had consumed all of sukuna's fingers, and as a result, ryomen sukuna had taken control of him, and knowing how you were the only one capable of taking on the king of curses, you were forced to exorcise your own yuuji-nii, and just when you thought that was the worst, you were wrong.

you are currently running with fear sweeping over you. you made it from the basement of the hikari shinq to the inside of shibuya station. there were people being slaughtered left and right, as well as mutated humans. you could see gojo satoru from a distance, using infinite void to stun the curses he was facing when he noticed you.

"[name]? what are you doi—as the limitless sorcerer was about to approach you, his aquamarine eyes were drawn to something on the ground. when he lifted his gaze, he froze in place, seeing the person standing behind you.

you felt a horrible shiver run down your spine when you turned your head over your shoulders to see why gojo was holding that expression. your heart sank to the floor. a familiar tall, slim man with long black hair dressed in a gold-colored kasaya garment over black yukata robes; his monk attire is completed with white tabu socks and zori sandals.

it was suguru geto, your supposedly dead uncle.

"yo, satoru."

was he really him, or was he not?

he looked just like your uncle geto. he also sounded like him, but how could that be? he was supposed to be dead. your daddy told you so. something wasn't right. you, too, became immobilized. it was suddenly difficult to breathe as you looked up at him. 

"ah, little one. you're here too." the horrible feeling clawing at you worsened when he peered down at you and smiled. "it's been a while, hasn't it?"

just as you struggled to find the right words, all of a sudden, the small box that had been on the ground opened up the moment he uttered "gate open," transforming into a cycloptic curse with flesh spread out and attached to the four sides of the cube. the next thing you knew, it had engulfed gojo in it, rendering him powerless by completely immobilizing him and shutting off all his access to cursed energy.

at that, you screamed, "DADDY! NO!"

you picked up your legs to run towards him, watching him attempt to break free when you were yanked by the arm by your uncle geto.

"ah, ah! where do you think you're going, little one?" geto chuckled softly, his grip on your arm tightening, causing you to panic. his hand was cold. "our little reunion has just begun."

you thrashed in his vicegrip, whimpering in pain and discomfort as your arm began to bruise. "let me go! let me go!"

"let my daughter go!" gojo's aquamarine eyes glared immensely at the your uncle. "don't hurt her."

"i'm not hurting her, i'm just trying to get my niece to stay still." with a sinister smile curving his lips, you found yourself crying in pain as he held your arm even more tightly, causing tears to well in your eyes. you could feel your bones begin to crunch from his raw strength. "isn't that right, little one?"

"you're hurting me!"

you had released a repulsive force of red psionics that made him release your arm and sent him about a meter away from you as you screamed and clutched your now awfully bruised arm. 

"please, run.."

as geto sauntered towards you, you snapped your head to see gojo, tears rolling down his face from the brim of his eyes, lips quivering as he stared at you sadly. 

"wha—he proceeded to cut you off, his voice trickling into a desperate shout. this was the first time you had seen gojo like this too.

"GET OUT OF HERE NOW! GO ANYWHERE BUT HERE! RUN, [NAME]! RUN, NOW!"

unable to argue any longer with your dad, you made a dash for it, running as fast as you could before geto could catch you. your heart was racing and before you knew it, tears were now blurring your vision as gojo's desperate screams, telling you not to come back or even dare to look back, grew smaller and quieter. 

as almost every sorcerer you knew and loved had suddenly gone missing as you opted to search for everyone, and by the time you had gotten to where nanami and nobara were as you opted to find everyone, you were too late. you found your uncle nanami and nobara-nee killed by one of the curses; mahito, and that's how you found yourself on the run from him too. 

"[name]-chaaan! don't run from mahito!~"

with fear and dread overwhelming your senses and mahito's echoing voice from behind sending you into a panic, your chaos magic became amplified, and before you knew it, a red mist had enveloped you whole, thus snapping you out of existence in this very world.

at the top of a slope near yokohama's port, a reddish-brown brick building stood tall. it was another day of work for the detectives in their respective offices that were situated on the fourth floor.

as usual, dazai osamu, the no longer human ability user, was lounging on the couch in the office, unmotivated to do any kind of paperwork while the rest of them busied themselves with reports and such. it was a peaceful afternoon for the young man. he was lying comfortably on the couch with headphones on as he rested his head on a cushion and sang the lyrics of his double suicide song, and that was until an enormous red portal tore through the atmosphere, just right above him.

a small figure had plopped onto his abdomen before the portal had closed up, causing him to let out a grunt of pain from the impact and take off his headphones. flitting his gaze towards the tiny figure, his brown eyes slowly lit up with realization. fushiguro [name], it was you!

"well if there isn't an angel sent from above! [name]-chan! it's so good to see—just as the young man was about to express his joy and welcome you, he paused. dazai's heart stopped and his breath was taken away when he saw you covered in soot and blood.

"[name]?!"

as the detectives came running to see what the commotion dazai was causing, their expressions eventually imitated his as soon as they saw you on dazai's stomach. you weren't just covered in dirt and blood; your clothes were ragged; a purple bruise painted your arm, right where geto had held you; but most of all, tears stained your cheekbones.

"[name]! what happened to you?!"

"who did this to you?!"

"are you okay?!"

"[name]?!"

your heart was still pounding. for some reason, you could hear it so clearly—thump, thump, thump—you could barely feel the hands grasping your shoulder, trying to shake you; dazai's touch, and that's when you realized how numb everything was. you lifted your head, meeting dazai's frantic eyes, along with atsushi's, kunikida's, fukuzawa's, kyouka's, kenji's, ranpo's, yosano's, kirako's and the tanizaki siblings' eyes.

their mouths were moving; they seemed to be calling out your name, but for some reason, you couldn't hear it. their voices were being overpowered by a ringing in your ears, followed by the loud sound of your heartbeat.

you did it. you managed to run away from shibuya so that you even ended up in another universe, particularly dazai's. you were safe and sound—you were supposed to feel safe and sound, and yet, the feeling of dread was still right under your skin, and that's when it dawned on you.

the death of your loved ones and family figures, the sealing of gojo satoru, megumi and the other sorcerers missing in action, and the entirety of shibuya in shambles.

you found yourself looking down, your chest heaving up and down, and the trembling in your hands had spread to your limbs and all the way to your feet. your eyes met the palms of your hand, the overwhelming feeling washing over you worsened. your hands were red.

ah, that's right.

these were the same hands that killed yuuji, the same ones that tried to wake up nobara as soon as you got up to her cold and limp body that was lying right next to the remains of your uncle nanami.

you were alone again.

you lost your dad again.

nobara and yuuji are dead.

the place you call home is no more.

megumi and the other sorcerers are all gone.

unable to comprehend this bitter and painful feeling stabbing you across the chest, you let out a scream, breaking down into a full-blown sob. everything was amplified all over again, and this time, it was much stronger. the repulsive force of the red psionics you involuntarily released was so great and massive that the entirety of yokohoma trembled as it became engulfed by your power. the armed detective agency had to brace themselves from the shockwaves that scattered throughout as dazai held you tightly to his chest.

the ache in your chest felt so bad that you ended up falling straight into dazai, weeping your soul out as you struggled to breathe and attempted to ease the ache and comfort yourself by pressing your trembling and numb hands to your chest.

why did it have to be like this? why would the universe curse you like this? why couldn't you be an exemption? why does the scarlet witch always have to lose the people she loves and cherishes? your thoughts were all over the place. it was drowning you, poisoning you.

"[name]? can you hear me?"

dazai was panicking as he clutched your trembling form in his arms. "follow my breathing, okay? you're going to be okay, please."

comfort had always been something that he didn't know how to give, so he struggled, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to do anything. no, he was going to help you with everything he could.

as dazai proceeds to comfort you and guide you the best he can, he can't help but feel incredibly remorseful at the sight of you crying and wailing your heart out like this. nothing seemed to be working. you were unresponsive, too caught up in this grief you're experiencing. you tried to speak, but your words came out as unintelligible noises instead.

fukuzawa, along with the other detectives, turned towards ranpo in desperation. he couldn't stand the sight of you like this either. "ranpo, use your ultra deduction. who did this to [name]?"

ranpo immediately took out his glasses and did as he was told, and he almost wanted to throw his glasses the instant he gazed at you. everyone turned to ranpo to see him with his green eyes fully open, mouth parted in disbelief. how could all of that—how could all of that happen to someone like you? you were just a kid.

"ranpo-san? what is it? what happened to [name]-chan?" atsushi asked in concern.

ranpo's lips trembled as he deduced everything. "her loved ones are either dead or missing. her father told her to run away before he got sealed by her uncle. shibuya, her home, is a complete disaster. it got taken over by those things she told us were curses. a special grade curse was even chasing her before she managed to flee here, in our world."

their gazes, full of sympathy and grief for you, returned to your trembling and sobbing form, which was clinging to dazai for dear life. they wanted to hold you and embrace you after hearing ranpo's further deduction of your situation. this shouldn't be happening to you. no, not you. you remained in dazai's arms as he proceeded to exaggerate his breathing pattern for you to follow as he rubbed your back to soothe you.

"[name], can you hear me?"

you remembered now; why you ended up here in this world. you had thought of dazai while you were being chased by curses and told to flee. you had always thought he and your father were so similar.

"just follow my breathing. listen to my voice."

from their antics to the way they cared for you, even until now, dazai's embrace reminded you of gojo. it was so warm and comforting, but it made you miss your dad even more. you left him back at home. eventually, your sobs trickled into sniffles, and you finally had control over your limbs and breathing again. you were still a bit numb, but you could feel everything again: how sore your legs and feet were from running; the scratches littering your skin from when you tripped; and the bruise on your arm. 

you remained in his embrace and refused to let him go when yosano opted to take you from him to patch you up and dress you in much cleaner clothes, which naomi and kirako got from a nearby store. 

"[name], i need to patch you up. come on, now." yosano reached out for you, but you pressed yourself further into dazai, whimpering.

"you can trust yosano-sensei." dazai ran his fingers through your hair, convincing you. "it's going to be okay. you're going to be okay."

eventually, you gave in and allowed yourself to be picked up by yosano. as she took you with her in the infirmary, dazai found himself stressfully running his fingers through his hair. the way you held onto him made his heart break as you recalled saying he reminded you of your father. in those eyes you held, there was sadness, a seemingly never-ending bitterness, but most of all—emptiness. dazai knew that look all too well. he wasn't a stranger to that.

yosano tried holding a conversation with you in hopes of distracting you as she gave you a bath and treated you, but it was hopeless. you remained silent the entire time. you just couldn't find the energy to speak up. it made you feel bad because yosano was a good person and she was really trying. 

you didn't look any better even after yosano fixed you up, gave you a bath, tended your injuries and dressed you in fresh clean clothes. everything still hurts. you were still grieving. the red in your hands was gone, but you could see it there, and even feel it. scars cannot hide the wound that was once there. it will always be there.

when you returned to the main office, you noticed fukuzawa, kunikida, and ranpo handling calls from the special division about the massive shockwave you had caused earlier. you weren't sure. you didn't understand a word they were saying. for all you knew, they were talking about some kind of disturbance in the air, an unstable energy.

as soon as you saw dazai, sitting on the couch, in deep thought, you immediately ran up to him. his eyes seemed to light up at the sight of you, but he couldn't help but feel sympathy and sorrow once again when you clung onto him. 

"c'mere little belladonna." dazai took hold of you, placing you on his lap before running his fingers through your hair as you rested your head against his chest and held onto his brown coat. "how are you feeling?"

you shook your head, still lacking the energy to answer back. dazai simply nodded in understanding, knowing that comfort was the one thing you needed the most right now. "it's okay, you don't have to say anything. it's all good." he whispered softly, tucking a loose strand of your hair behind your ear.

"dazai-san! we got the omurice you asked for. we also bought [name]-chan some apple juice." you lifted your gaze to see atsushi, kyouka and junichiro carrying plastic bags containing food and beverages.

dazai peered down at you, smiling at you. "look, [name]-chan! they got you your favorite omurice."

"not.. hungry.." you mumbled, fiddling with your thumbs and fingers.

"[name]-chan, please you need to eat. you need the energy." atsushi gently pressed on as he, kyouka and junichiro began to unbox the take-out they got you along with the box of apple juice. "okay? a little will do."

you were too drained to argue or even throw a tantrum at all. you obliged, but they all had to spoonfeed you every bite while encouraging you and praising you for doing so well. eventually, you managed to eat half of the omurice and sip some of the apple juice with their help until your belly was somewhat filled. you still felt empty, but at least it was a bit better. 

at this point, you just want to close your eyes and maybe hope that all of this was just a nightmare, and that you'll wake up in your bed where gojo greets you good morning. you leaned against dazai once again after eating, feeling your eyes beginning to droop. this prompted him to rub circles on your back before tucking you inside his brown coat for more warmth and comfort.

"going to sleep?" dazai asked, which you nodded your head in response. "go ahead. dazai-nii will be right here. all of us are here."

you closed your eyes, silently enjoying the warmth and comfort your clean and new clothes gave you, together with the peaceful atmosphere of the armed detective agency office, when suddenly it came crashing down. an immense yet familiar energy emerged in the atmosphere, causing you to bolt from dazai's lap.

"[name]-chan? what's wrong?" dazai stared at you with wide eyes. "[name]?"

"everyone in the conference room, now!" fukuzawa's boomed in the atmosphere.

dazai took you with him as he ran towards the conference room together with atsushi and the other detectives, and right there on the screen in the middle of the room was your worst nightmare. you found yourself hyperventilating again as your eyes stared at the man being projected. suguru geto had followed you through the portal, and he wasn't alone. with him were curses. special and high-leveled curses. this is not possible. no, no, no.

"who's that?! what are those things?" atsushi paled at the sight of monstrous creatures that were beginning to flood and raise hell in yokohama.

"cursed spirits." you muttered, lips quivering, causing everyone to stare at you, surprised.

"but how can we see them? didn't you tell us cursed spirits cannot be seen by non-sorcerers like us?" kunikida inquired, furrowing his brows.

"i.. i don't.. this can't be.." tears began to well in your eyes again. with your emotions amplifying your powers, your [color] eyes had turned into a glowing red color.

"it's because of [name]-chan's ability, or chaos magic." ranpo deduced, pushing his glasses further to the bridge of his nose as he projected a live analysis being presented by the special division for unusual powers. "there's a strong yet unstable energy lingering in the air, surrounding yokohama. the energy in the atmosphere happened at the same time she caused a tremor throughout the city. her unstable powers are allowing us to see those cursed spirits out there."

"we don't have much time. we need everyone on the field now. the special division is already contacting all gifteds across yokohama to protect the city, port mafia included." fukuzawa informed his detectives.

"i-it's all my fault.. i didn't mean to.. h-he's after me." you were trembling once again, your stomach churning and your chest heaving up and down rapidly once again as you panicked, breaking down into another sob. "h-he's going to turn yokohama into shibuya.. he's going to destroy this world too and it's my fault!"

"[name]-chan, listen to me. we're not going to let that happen. we're going to protect you." your heart skipped a beat as you lifted your tearful gaze towards the president of the armed detective agency. "it's not your fault. you didn't know."

as the detectives scattered and prepared, your precognition abilities acted up. on instinct, you immediately pushed yourself away from dazai's arms, leaping down, and brought your hands out, allowing red psionics to emerge from your fingertips and surround every single detective in the building together with you as a massive cursed spirit plummeted right where you and everyone were. the collision of your red force field and the cursed spirit that took the form of a dragon resulted in smoke and debris. it was as if a bomb had detonated the entire floor. 

"everyone! [name]-chan!" you heard atsushi cry out in concern.

as the smoke cleared out, you waved your hand and placed everyone, including yourself, down on the much safer ground of the floor, and right there before you, was no other than your uncle himself, standing in all his glory. as you watched him flash you that same sinister and almost mocking smile once again, he sauntered towards you with open arms. 

"[name]-chan! it's so good to see you again. uncle geto missed you." he chuckled softly before eyeing dazai, atsushi, kunikida, ranpo, kyouka, yosano, junichiro, kenji, fukuzawa, and even naomi and kirako respectively, who stood in front of you protectively. "oh my, you're replacing your old family already with these people?"

"why are you here?" you mustered out, doing everything you can to hold yourself together.

"why am i here? silly girl, it was your powers that led us here. you left us a portal to go through and i couldn't miss the opportunity." geto answered in response, grinning at the priceless reaction your face held.

with that, cursed spirits came about and as they lunged towards you and everyone, they phased through all of you, leaving him stunned to see each and every single one of you and the detectives dissipate into green snow except for junichiro. 

"an illusion?"

it was like witnessing your ability all over again. he couldn't feel any cursed energy from the boy, and yet, he was capable of doing such a thing.

"we're not letting you hurt [name] again." junichiro hardened his gaze in a glare.

"tch, what a troublesome thing you are." geto scoffed bitterly.

you looked past dazai's shoulder in a worry as he and everyone made a run for it together with you as soon as junichiro activated his light snow ability, but what made you even more worried was the fact that yokohama was in shambles, similarly to how shibuya was.

cursed spirits were everywhere. people were panicking. the city was being reduced into nothing but debris from all of this chaos. the armed detective agency had split up in order to assist people and fend off curses that were trying to get you as dazai continued to carry you in his arms. however, it was hopeless. the armed detective agency members might be gifted individuals just like you, but the power they hold isn't as strong as yours. they can only see and temporarily immobilize the cursed spirits with their abilities and weapons, but they cannot exorcise them just like how you can.

"dazai-nii! behind us!"

you paled watching as a special grade curse catch up to you and dazai, and before the two of you could react further, you were left in awe to see it get impaled by a large debris that was glowing in a red color that was similar to yours. dazai came into a halt, protectively holding you, as you two found a familiar orange-haired young man with his suit and hat.

"chuuya-nii!" you cried out, a wash of relief to see a familiar face calmed your nerves a bit.

"[name]! dazai! are you two okay?" chuuya ran towards you and dazai. "port mafia received word of the situation from the special division and armed detective agency. even the tremor from earlier made it to the port mafia base."

just as dazai and chuuya reunited to talk about the situation further, the cursed spirit that chuuya impaled had managed to get back up and attacked at blinding speed, sending the three of you flinging to an abandoned store. as you opened your eyes to see dazai looming over you protectively as debris fell.

drip.. drip..

red was dripping from the corner of his parted lips and from his stomach.

"dazai-nii.."

you felt tears roll down your cheeks once again. a chunk of glass had stabbed him from the impact of the cursed spirit's assault. you turned your head to see chuuya and to your surprise, he too, was just as banged up and bleeding like dazai, as he got caught under the debris next to you and was whimpering in pain.

"chuuya-nii.." your eyes widened at the marks inking his skin along with dazai's. his upon the tainted sorrow ability should have kicked in, but the cursed spirit had cursed him along with dazai; a curse wasn't an ability.

"i can fix this. please, don't leave me. you and chuuya-nii are going to be okay." you immediately put your red psionics into play, using every bit of your power to get dazai and chuuya to safety from the debris, undoing the curse that had been giving chuuya and dazai excruciating pain. "please. please don't leave me. please."

"[name]-chan, it's okay. we're okay." dazai winced in discomfort, but he was doing his best to comfort you.

"no, it's not okay! you and chuuya-nii are hurt because of me." you trickled into a sob. "i can't let this world turn into shibuya. i can't!"

you were tending to their wounds and undoing the curse as you placed them in a corner with the same chaos magic you once used on atsushi when he was injured when you stiffened at the familiar voice, thus interrupting you.

"don't you have any pity for these people at all, little one?" shifting your gaze from chuuya, you found geto, a distance away, and trembled. he caught up to you that fast. 

"using them as shields?" geto persisted, laughing malevolently at your expression.

"i'm not using them. i would never!" you retorted back, subconsciously extending your hand towards him to flick a blast of red towards his way, which he avoided. "stay back! stay away from dazai-nii and chuuya-nii!"

"or else what? you're going to hurt me? your uncle geto?" you watched a frown deepen on his face. "didn't you promise you will only use your powers for good? not for hurting people?"

your poor excuse of an uncle was twisting his words. geto was manipulating you, and it clearly had an effect on you. the red psionics that had been patching dazai and chuuya up at a molecular level had dissipated along with the glow that was emerging from your fingertips. 

you froze in place as you stared at him, slowly succumbing to his words. "i.. i'm not hurting anyone.. i didn't.. i would never.."

"look around. isn't this your fault?"

you were fumbling over your own words as you stepped back from him as he continued to saunter towards you when dazai spoke up, "if you really were [name]-chan's uncle you wouldn't be doing any of this."

"what do you know?" geto scoffed at him.

"you were the one that bruised her, the one who hurt her and the people she cherished as her family and loved ones." dazai countered, glaring.

"you don't know anything, monkey! shut up!"

at the cursed spirit manipulator's command, the cursed spirit lunged towards dazai only for it to disintegrate inches from his face when you attacked with your red psionics. dazai and chuuya watched, almost in awe, as you stood in front of them to protect them.

"pathetic. you're wasting a blessing."

with that, geto himself lunged towards you. your eyes widened as a worm-cursed spirit appeared on his shoulder, and the next thing you knew, he pulled out a familiar red three-sectioned staff. it was the same one your maki-nee uses. before he could hit you with it, you extended your other hand, deflecting it with your red psionics right on cue. 

geto proceeded to summon more and more cursed spirits, and you, on the other hand, stood your ground. you were holding off on your own, but you were hesitant. your eyes and body language tell them so. you couldn't bring yourself to hurt him, even if he had destroyed and taken so much from you already.

he was still your uncle geto, right?

you ended up toppling and stumbling, constantly getting flung back with your defenses weakened, until eventually you had fallen on your own bum, losing your footing when geto swung a playful cloud at you.

"[name]-chan, hang in there. you're the only one who can stop him!" chuuya shouted at you.

you shook your head, tears trickling down your face once again as you shakily got up. "i can't do it.. i can't hurt uncle geto.."

"he's not your uncle geto. listen to me, [name]-chan. if he really was your uncle, he wouldn't be doing any of this." dazai persisted, "your uncle wouldn't hurt his own niece. he wouldn't destroy the place he calls home. he wouldn't hurt anyone. would your uncle really do any of that?"

"ha.. haha.."

when the person you referred to as your uncle pulled the thread that was sown over his forehead and opened up the top portion of his head to reveal a brain inside that seemed to be inhabiting the very body of geto, you lifted your head, your eyes widening. the sight of it was enough to make your knees buckle and your stomach churn horribly out of disgust. dazai and chuuya, too, held a visibly revolting look.

then, it hit you.

this man wasn't geto suguru.

whatever that thing was, he was merely using your uncle's face, like a goddamn parasite to a host, deceiving everyone by acting just like him. framing him. as you watched the cursed spirits surrounding you creep closer and closer as he sauntered towards you, his manic laughter rang in your ears. too close, you thought. those things were getting too close. it overwhelmed you once again, as if the realization you were having on the spot wasn't enough.

he killed your loved ones and family figures. he turned your home into a wreck, and he was going to pay for that.

with an anguished, earsplitting scream escaping your lips, everything turned red as your knees buckled to the floor. your powers seized every single cursed spirit, including the special grades that have made it here, exorcising them all in a snap.

dazai and chuuya, along with the other gifted who made it into the area, were left stunned to see their surroundings get engulfed in a crimson red color mixed with black streaks. everything trembles even more violently than before. they might not be jujutsu sorcerers at all, but they can feel your power burning. it was on another whole level compared to what they had witnessed before. even the imposter before you was astonished. this was the pure potency of your chaos magic.

after taking deep breaths, you pushed yourself back up. your [color] eyes had become a menacingly red glowing color. you lifted your gaze towards the imposter.

"you.. took everything.. from me.." you gritted your teeth and enunciated your words with a lace of venom. you were seething with anger. you were seeing nothing but red. just red, all over again, but this time the feeling wasn't grieving. it was rage. you wanted revenge.

not giving a chance for the pseudo-geto to react, you stomped towards him, throwing red blasts of psionics that were abnormally larger, one after another. all of the cursed spirits he sent to block each and every single one of your attacks instantly disintegrated under your power.

so instead, he countered with the three-sectioned staff, but you picked up a large piece of debris on the ground, much larger than the one chuuya picked up and used earlier to protect you and dazai, and flicked it towards him. 

"dazai-san! all of the people have been escorted. we saw the cursed spirits retreat here." atsushi, kyouka and akutagawa, along with other gifteds from the agency and mafia, rushed into the scene, running up to dazai, who was supporting chuuya by the arm and back, when he saw you, going head to head against the man you supposedly call your uncle.

"is that.. [name]-chan?" kyouka was in disbelief.

you weren't given a chance to mourn the lives you had lost. you didn't even get to say goodbye to gojo when you ran away. so what makes this imposter think he can get away with it? you weren't going to give him a chance to breathe. no, not with you around. geto swung the playful cloud at you, but you resisted him with your red psionics.

the tables turned right that instant.

a sinister smile crept on your face as his face contorted into a pure look of fear. you promptly broke the three-sectioned staff, breaking it into pieces before sending him flying the same way he sent you, dazai and chuuya flinging back earlier.

none of them had ever seen you like this before. you were always smiling and laughing at them, yet now you were consumed with rage and something atrocious, but this state you were in right now was the manifestation of your grief. this fight they were witnessing right now was incredibly personal.

this was the scarlet witch right now.

you promptly lifted your hand upwards, strangling the imposter by the neck with your red psionics until it had engulfed him whole, squeezing him to death as if the damage you dealt him wasn't painful enough—it was enough, but not to you.

it was just a straight up massacre. every cursed spirit he sent your way was useless. clenching and bringing your red-glowing hands down with force, you threw him back to the ground, causing a huge crater before consecutively throwing in another set of large blasts of your magic. the crunching of bones and screams of agony filled the air, but that didn't stop you. you had no plans of stopping in the first place, even if he had already taken his last breath minutes ago.

"this is for my daddy. my uncle nanami. yuuji-nii. nobara-nee. gumi-nii." you screamed, repeatedly attacking, and now levitating in mid-air. "for my family. for my home. for coming here. for hurting dazai-nii and chuya-nii, and everyone! for using uncle geto!"

dazai knew that look across your face.

"[name]-chan!"

you were going too far. dazai can't let you become like that, but his words seemed to merely pass from one ear to the other.

"[name]-chan, please!"

"dazai-san! stop! you're going to get hurt!" akutagawa shouted together with atsushi, trying to reason with him. "[name]'s abilities are unstable!"

but, dazai persisted on. for some reason, as soon as he got to you, he engulfed you in his arms from behind, activating his no longer human ability, but for some reason, it didn't work. for the first time, he couldn't nullify an ability, your powers to be exact. dazai's eyes widened. of course, it was chaos magic. a power capable of bending laws and rules. not even his nullifying abilities was an exemption to that.

as you continued to rain terror on the lifeless corpse of the imposter, a hand managed to take hold of your wrist, halting you from continuing your actions by holding you in place with gravity.

you snapped your head, but your eyes softened to see chuuya, who was very much well.

"that's enough," chuuya whispered softly to you with pleading eyes, "it's over, you can stop now."

you shifted your gaze. chuuya was right. it was really over. you killed him, the one behind it all, but your mind and heart still weren't at peace.

your composure returned to you, you went limp in dazai's arms. dazai proceeded to hold you, rubbing your arm to soothe you. it reminded him of whenever he had to nullify corruption chuuya's corruption when chuuya stopped you from doing anymore damage.

"i did it.." you began, tears beginning to fill the brim of your eyes once again. "but what now? i don't have anywhere else to go.. i'm alone.."

"[name]-chan, no. you're not alone. don't say that," dazai turned you around to face him, pulling you close to his embrace as he began to cradle you.

chuuya ran his fingers through your hair, watching your shoulders shook as your chest began to heave. "hey, it's going to be okay."

"no, i want my daddy!" you let the dam broke and sobbed, "i want him back! i didn't even get to say goodbye to him when he told to me to run away!"

your rampant emotions, together with your immense and still unstable chaos magic, wafted in the atmosphere, engulfing this very reality. you had subconsciously begun to warp it, allowing it to collide against your world unbeknownst to you.

you continued to cry out your sorrows, bitter tears pricking your eyes. none of their attempts to comfort you worked. It didn't feel as if it was over. you had no home to go back to. you have gotten your revenge. you saved this city, this world, but it still didn't help with this feeling. not until a bright red light emanated from right where your heart was.

everyone huddled together as dazai and chuuya held you protectively in their embrace on instinct as your outburst power came together, bringing a small object adorned by eyes into existence. the gifteds watched with wide eyes as the tiny box that had appeared and floated in mid-air began to crack loudly, and crack, before bursting open to reveal a tall, lean man dressed in a dark blue zip-up jacket, pants, and dress boots. 

dazai found himself blinking as he watched the man who was sitting on the ground immediately stumble back onto his feet, bringing his blindfold to his neck to oversee his surroundings with his aquamarine eyes with caution, and that's what it dawned on him. those white locks of hair and eyes, that blindfold too.

dazai couldn't mistake him for anyone else.

"you're gojo satoru. you're [name]-chan's father." dazai declared, causing the man to stare at him.

your gaze lifted from dazai's neck, your puffy red eyes met his aquamarine eyes. your eyes widened, "d-daddy?"

"[name]? [name]!" gojo cried out to you.

dazai immediately set you down on your feet, allowing you to run towards gojo, who engulfed you in his arms, holding you so tightly and close to him. was here. he was really real. everything was. all you could do was feel his embrace again and hear his voice. it was him. 

"daddy!" you felt another fresh set of tears stream down your face. "it's you! really you!"

gojo breathed heavily, unable to hold back the tears in his eyes just like you as he kissed your forehead. "kikufuku, hey. it's okay. i'm here, baby, i'm here now. right here now with you."

gojo really thought he was never going to see you again. he remembered pseudo-geto going after you the moment the prison realm had sealed him off. right now, he was relieved; more than glad to still have you; to see you breathing; alive and well. 

"please, don't leave me again." you sobs trickled into tears. "i can't lose you. everyone's gone."

"you're not losing me. not again. ever again," gojo shook his head, a small chuckle escaping his lips as he drew away to press his forehead against yours.

everyone smiled as they gazed at the heartwarming reunion of the father and child before them. people like atsushi and even chuuya couldn't help but tear up. your chaos magic had dissipated completely with your heart and mind at ease, relieving yokohama of the immense and weighty pressure of your power. the unstable energy was gone.

you pulled yourself away from gojo this time and took hold of his hand, smiling as you dragged him up to his feet, bringing him to dazai. gojo's seeing him made him realize that this wasn't shibuya. this wasn't his and your world. 

"you.." gojo began, blinking at the tall young man. "you must be dazai. the one that [name] calls dazai-nii."

a smile, or rather a proud grin, graced dazai's lips at your father's words. "that i am. it's a pleasure to meet you, gojo satoru."

he then proceeded to extend a hand out towards him for a handshake. "[name]-chan told me so much about you, especially how much alike we are."

"thank you for looking after [name]." gojo took hold of his hand, shaking it in acceptance and gratitude before smiling. "she told me that too."

as dazai and gojo conversed, you ran up to chuuya, who was cursed by the spirit earlier, and used your chaos magic to completely remove it. as soon as you did, you were whisked into his arms from the floor and held in a tight embrace.

"chuuya-nii." you giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck as he gently cradled you. "you're okay!"

"of course i am." chuuya tucked a loose strand of your hair behind your ear.

"the peace of the city returned because of you."

you stared at each and every person in the area, from the armed detective agency to port mafia, smiling at you softly before smiling at them in return.

bonus scene:

many lives were lost that day. none of the people in japan, back at your world, could explain the supernatural tragedy that occured that day, and eventually, everyone has learned the existence of sorcerers and cursed spirits. however, they never knew what sacrifice you and every sorcerer had made for them.

you and gojo returned, in hopes of finding sorcerers that were still alive, but the only one you two had managed to find was megumi. everyone else had been completely wiped out. he was badly injured when you two found him after he went missing when gojo got sealed and you ran away. you three were more than happy and relieved to still have each other, but something about this world you call home, doesn't feel like a home anymore.

everything that has happened here feels nothing more than a reminder of a tragedy.

"kikufuku!"

you turned around to see gojo and megumi, standing from a distance, dressed in their casual clothes, waving and beckoning you. 

with a smile, you placed the daisy, which you had picked up along the way, on the makeshift gravestone and paid your last respects along with the other gravestones lined up with it, before turning your heel and running up to gojo and megumi, wrapping your tiny arms around their legs.

the three of you were at the cemetery, or at least, what was left of the jujutsu tech school. 

"let's go home, yeah?" gojo placed a hand on top of your head, ruffling your hair affectionately as megumi took hold of your hand ever so gently.

"sorry! we can go now!" you apologized.

"it's alright." megumi said in reassurance.

you nodded your head, and with a wave your hand, back and forth, a red portal had opened up before the three of you.

weeks had passed since the shibuya and yokohama incidents in their respective worlds. with everyone learning and going after sorcerers who they painted as the villains for causing the mass destruction that occurred that day, you three had been on the run since then, and well, it didn't take long for you three to decide to start all over again by running away and leaving everything behind.

it wasn't an easy decision, but what else was there to do in this world?

you had already warped it, rewritten it, the moment you had made it collide with the world of gifteds, with the intention of fixing and saving what you could. no curse will ever lay a hand on humanity here ever again. you gave this world the best happy ending you could, and now it was your, gojo's, and megumi's turn.

"let's hurry! dazai-nii and everyone are waiting for us!

a happy ending, a new beginning.

[hanemiso]

Omg omg wait, port mafia dazai but with like a very soft s/o other, she's not weak just gentle

a/n: omg that is such a cute idea🥺 thank you so much for requesting, i hope you enjoy! i hope it’s okay that i made these hcs!! i also made y/n part of the mafia, if that’s okay too!!

port mafia! dazai w/ a soft s/o

- let’s just say you confused him

- the people around him were always ruthless, cutthroat, rude asf, short angry people, etc.

- and yet you lived in the same world he did, interacted with the same people, saw the same bloodshed, and you’re still so soft-spoken and caring

- that by no means meant that you weren’t one of the most badass, top assassins in the mafia

- but that just made him even more confused

- you didn’t let fucked up people and stacks of dead bodies taint your personality, and in most regards, he admired you for that

- but sometimes he doubted that your gentle face wasn’t a facade like his

- but when you gazed into his eyes, asking if he’s okay as you patched him up ever so gently, those doubts would fade

- he often wonders what he did to deserve you

- you’re really the only person remotely close to being able to read him

- so when he begins being clouded by these thoughts and you gently place your hand on top of his head, he’s surprised

- he knows deep down in his heart that he doesn’t deserve you

- but he’s also too selfish to admit it out loud

- you comfort him when he doesn’t even know he needs to be comforted

- his favorite gesture you give him is head pats tho, it just makes him so soft

- he’s really not used to human compassion or affection

- your hugs and concern for his well-being still throw him off at times

- every “i love you” that is uttered from your lips knocks the wind out of him, but at the same time leaves him in wonderful bliss

- he really does believe you’re heaven-sent, so lord be with anyone who decides to come after you

- you’re plenty capable of taking care of yourself and he knows that, but he will still make sure that anyone with intent to hurt you suffers unimaginable torture at his hands

- he sometimes asks you if you ever get mad or aggressive because he finds it hard to believe you can be so calm and nice all the time

- “come onnnnn, what would you do if i made you mad? like really mad? what if i burned your favorite book? what would you do?”

- he found out accidentally after a mission when he came back to you all bloodied and with a limp

- your anger was worse than he could ever imagine: you gave him the silent treatment as you patched up his wounds as gently as ever with a frown on your face

- he found the silence insufferable, he never would’ve imagined he’d hate upsetting you so much

- he didn’t even know he could feel his heart twinge in pain like a dying rose until you said

- “i wish you would care more about yourself, osamu. it hurts me to see you come back half-dead like this”

- at that moment, he could see the pain in your eyes and felt like crying

- with a shaky breath and a caressing of your cheek, he apologized

- he loves your company, it’s a nice contrast from the likes of chuuya and mori

- dazai loves talking with you, but some of his favorite moments are ones where words are not exchanged

- the days where a comfortable silence envelopes you both and you’re able to just be in each other’s presence

- his head would be resting on your chest, his arms wrapped around your waist, holding on as if, if he let go you would fade in front of his eyes

- you’d be stroking his hair, occasionally leaning down to place kisses on his head

- he might ask you questions like

- “do you think death is serene?”

- “do you view death as the end of a book, or the beginning of a new chapter?”

- you indulge in all of his questions, and answer them truthfully, and sometimes your answers leave him more perplexed or in awe of your way of thinking

- after hearing your answers, he’ll lift his head to look you in the eyes and caress your face while saying

- “i think death is a lovely end; but no form of suicide is as beautiful as you.”

- cute dazai…weird, but cute

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[osaumu]

dazai didn't much care for the end of the world, but if the chain of events was brought about from his failed attempts at stopping it, that just wouldn't sit well. you lost, chuuya's voice drowned out by the radio hidden somewhere in the crash's rubble, the commotion at the airport no more than shards of static trying to break through. “ tch. ” the sound left him with no more than a raise of his chest, features twisted faintly into disgusted torment. gaze averted from his form, he had again taken to searching the sky for an answer, chuuya's words gliding off of his person like water, impenetrable. at the shove, he hissed, gaze sliding once his back was turned, to him to watch him go on an empty glare. in his peripherals, dazai could see the hollow shell that became of sigma, what used to be dostoyevsky, dead weights beside him at the very heart of the problem he needed to solve. looking between them for what felt like hours, he deliberated if he had done anything differently, played a different hand, would it have mattered? or was he simply set to have been outmanoeuvred each time? on his next breath he heaved a sigh, exasperated, and sat up to search for chuuya's silhouette on the helipad.

he hadn't gone too far, which was good if only for the reason that when dazai pushed himself up to stand, his entire body screamed in retaliation, wounds twinging. on the make - shift brace chuuya had fashioned him, he came to stand behind where the other man had sat himself, silent at first as though testing the waters. there would be no apology said, in the years they had known one another none such thing had ever been uttered, they had no use for them, but the silence perhaps served as a surrender. an ode to the idea that if even a shred of the lives they had lead before this was salvageable, dazai could concede that he would no longer be able to do it alone from this point. especially if he wanted to leave this place. breeze blowing smoke beyond them as he joined chuuya on the floor, dazai let go of an airy sigh, mask replaced. “ ahh. this is the part where you tell me you have a way out of here. ” a glance spared, beginnings of dazai's usual luring smile taking shape. “ don't look at me if you haven't gotten those teeth out, i won't be held responsible if i laugh. ”

chuuya was never so foolish as to believe he'd finally cracked the code that was dazai osamu but he wanted to think he was pretty damn close. at the very least, knowing more than anyone else could. so the profanities and the dehumanizing and lashings, he'd expected, niceties never lasted long in the spaces they shared but this was different. he could feel the energy radiating off of him like warning, a storm on the rise, a ticking time - bomb without a timer to see, a black hole sprouting. the brains and brawn — he knew his place, knew that was how and why they worked so well because his strengths primarily lied in the power he could hit with physically. so any offense that struck him was quickly washed over with practiced ease, the scowl on his features remaining, “ i'm not even gonna pretend to understand beyond that it's shit. ” there he was ... that hollowness he'd grown familiar with. “ in this match of intelligence or whatever ya wanna call it, you lost. ” he spat, words reverberating through his chest as he reached out to shove at dazai's shoulder roughly. “ i'm not in the mood to deal with bein' your shitty punchin' bag because you're too big of a fuckin' piss - baby to work it out. i know you're used to bein' a piece of shit but get over it. ” his eyes, piercing and stubborn as fingers bunched into fists by his side and he stormed off further ahead, not particularly certain where he was going. but dazai was right, him being in his space wasn't going to help. he'd leave him on this godforsaken property if he could.

[note-boom]

All right. I'm bored and feel like doing this here, so I'm gonna rate some of the ability names (English version, at least) for fun/no absolute reason

(For the record, as of the day writing this post, I've only read snatches of the manga, none of the LNs, and have just watched the anime)

Let's GOOOO

Armed Detective Agency

All Men Are Equal (Fukuzawa) - 7/10 good, fits the ability, but it doesn't blow me away. Honestly makes me think of the American Declaration of Independence and I feel slightly bad for that

Thou Shalt Not Die (Yosano) - 9/10 seriously cool. I love that it's phrased like a command...it's both desperation and a demand i love it.

Super/Ultra Deduction (Ranpo) - 4/10 sorry Ranpo but this sounds like an adaptation of superstrength or super smarts for deduction. IDK maybe Fukuzawa made it up on the spot for Ranpo?

No Longer Human (Dazai) - 8/10 very fitting...captures Dazai's personality and has fun implications about abilities being part of someone's humanity even though that's probably not intended. Just an author work's ref but still a cool name anyway

Doppo/The Matchless Poet (Kunikida) - 8/10 but ONLY for the Matchless Poet (or Lone Poet) because it's so Kunikida and really conjures the image of that whole paragon archetype. Doppo Poet? Really english dub??

Light Snow (Tanizaki) - 6/10 but may get higher depending on tanizaki's arc. Such an inoffensive ability name, cute, understates what a terrifying ability it could be...a bit like the boy himself. Maybe 7 or 8 out of 10, hmm...

Beast Beneath the Moonlight/Byakko (Atsushi) - 6/10 sorry my boy, but its such a literal name (like Yosano's but descriptive instead of imperative). I'm not sure where Byakko comes from but you should have stuck with that as it's a solid 10/10 name.

Undefeated by the Rain (Kenji) - 8/10 i love the image it draws. Standing strong even though the rain is pouring WHILE it's pouring. Love you, Kenji

Demon Snow (Kyouka) - 7/10 tbh it doesnt make too much sense if you think about it too hard but it sure is a cool name regardless. And it's fun to say so my bias is leaking....

Port Mafia

Falling Camellia (Hirotsu) - 9/10 old man your ability name is PRETTY for an ability that's literally just pushing. But the words kinda fit the vibe and make the ability sound cool

Vita Sexualis (Mori) - 5/10 this is latin for sex power and im sure if you've read my tags I have petty beef against sex and romance (it's mostly as a joke but I'm still gonna let it color all my opinions). Sorry Elise...you're cool but the ability name is honestly sus. However, points for the language consistency (dead languages make anything sound cool)

Golden Demon (Kouyou) - 6/10 sorry Kouyou, but like Atsushi's, it's too literal and descriptive. But at least it sticks to the original title's name

Lemonade/Lemon Bomb (Kajii) - ???/10 i honestly dont know what i feel about this one. Kajii is the reason I look at the whole "abilities are an expression of your soul" thing with utter bemusement. I do LOVE his ability cause it's so unnecessarily random but the name? Idk...maybe 5/10? References the title but also feels slightly too literal?

For the Tainted Sorrow (Chuuya) - 10/10 im sorry but the way it sounds in English appeals to me personally. It's both the title and starring line of IRL Nakahara's poem and I honestly love that so much. Such gravity in those lines (wait....??)

Rashoumon (Akutagawa) - 10/10 it just gets points for its name staying the same in all languages. See, Atsushi? This is what you could have had with Byakko

Midwinter Memento (Tachihara) - 8/10 could be higher honestly because I love the alliteration and the phrase just has nice vibes. Don't know how well it fits the metalbending but it sure fits Tachihara and the way the past haunts him ya know? It makes me wonder if his ability is passed down or gets stronger with remembered trauma or whatever?

Dogra Magra (Q) - 9/10 no clue what this means and google isn't helping. But again with the language consistency...and it also just sounds cool and rhyme-y and slightly horrory. Its the vibes

Flawless (Odasaku) - 8/10 i like the name and all the things it connotes. You have to get real philosophical to parse the connection between his ability and its name, though. But that's why I love it

The Madness of the Jewel King (Ace) - 6/10 a cool name but the existence of Ace confuses me. Wiki says something about Alan Bennet or a character from Dostoy. Im here wondering why another foreign (it seems) dude is working so high up in the PM. Mori and his western loving tendencies, i guess? Anyway. The name also kinda feels more descriptive, but it gets points for drama

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Okay okay, a thought: Dazai has a similar mind to Mori's, but the day Oda dies he decides to let his emotions influence his decisicion. Which means he's actually a highly emotional person, right? But what if part from his great suffering comes from him not being able to UNDERSTAND all his emotions. What if he has a sky-high analytical intelligence and is therefore skilled at deciphering other peoples' emotions, but can't seem to understand and hence accept himself?

Summary: Dazai is an highly emotional person? And his intense emotions are what is causing his suffering?

Ooo this is a very interesting thought Jade!!😌

Mori and Dazai are definitely quite similar, they are complex and intelligent characters that are seemingly logic driven with the tendency to look at the whole picture of a situation!

But I actually do highly agree with you that Dazai is actually a highly emotional person🤔 I have always felt that about him. But I don't believe that I have enough evidence to support my claim unfortunately, at least canonical evidence, but I will still talk about my thoughts below cause I’ve been thinking about this a lot. But my belief is actually opposite to yours, I believe that his suffering comes from being too sensitive to his emotions and understanding and feeling them too deeply. But I would love to hear your thoughts as well after reading this!

We can see this with Oda of course, as you’ve said! The fact that Oda's words and his death alone is able to drive him out of the mafia, despite not really knowing about what the future could hold and all the uncertain factors that could happen if he left the mafia, somewhere where he is extremely familiar with to one that is unpredictable kinda shows that he is an emotional person. Because this is definitely not a rational decision, and as you said one driven by emotions.

Another thing that I think might have actually shown that he may actually be, originally, an emotional person is that he numbs himself of emotions. Yes perhaps it may seen paradoxical, but sensitive people are actually more prone to suffering from emotional numbness surprisingly, or so I've read. Because it is in human nature to defend against pain, and with emotional sensitive and intense people, it is extremely easy to be able to feel everything around them. And I personally believe Dazai is actually a sensitive person (I will talk about why I feel this more later), and this coupled with his high intelligence is extremely self destructive to him. 

This is because as you said he has a sky-high analytical intelligence, I mean he is able to at a young age of 15/14 to understand the idea that there is no point in the act of living. He is able to see the deepest truth in life, and a knowledge of the universe beyond our common understanding that some of us are not even able to comprehend in a lifetime, thus showcasing his absolutely high analytical ability. But the understanding of the hopelessness of the world, and the lack of a meaning in living in this life is what is hurting him the most, especially if he is extremely sensitive. This would explain his utter hopelessness and emptiness he feels. Also may explain why his emotions are stunted or seemingly so, as it may actually be his own mind using it as a self-defense mechanism to prevent further sources of pain and suffering. 

This can also be supported by a quote from Dazai-sensei himself in one of the short stories from Blue Bamboo (I believe it is The Samurai and the Mermaid) which says “how I envy those self-satisfied commoners who, seeing nothing and comprehending nothing are convinced they know it all. There are in this world things of such mysteries and awesome beauty that the small minded cannot even imagine them. There are, yet he who discovers them risk falling into a bottomless hell”.

Him being highly emotional could also explain why he is such a good strategist, as we’ve seen throughout the anime. Dazai in his plans doesn’t simply manipulate people to do what he wants them to do, I’m not saying he doesn’t because it can definitely be seen that he does in a few different cases. But in a lot of scenarios especially in his long term plans, we actually also see him predicting how other people will react to different situations presented to them rather than him guiding them like pawns on a chessboard to establish his plans. (Prime example of this is his plan with Chuuya in Dead Apple). 

So the main question you may be asking right now then is probably, where did the assumption that he is emotionally sensitive come from in the first place then? I have this assumption because Dazai-sensei himself is a very emotionally sensitive person, this can also be observed in No Longer Human as well. 

One of the quotes from No Longer Human that could support this is “The weak fear happiness itself. They can harm themselves on cotton wool. Sometimes they are wounded even by happiness”. You can also see it subtly in this quote "For someone like myself in whom the ability to trust others is so cracked and broken that I am wretchedly timid and am forever trying to read the expression on people's faces”. The fact that he is always trying to read the expression on other people’s faces shows that he fears rejection, and is extremely anxious about how other people see him and view him, but also at the same time craves acceptance.

“I have always shook with fright before human beings. Unable as I was to feel the least particle of confidence in my ability to speak and act like a human being, I kept my solitary agonies locked in my breast. I kept my melancholy and my agitation hidden, careful lest any trace should be left exposed. I feigned an innocent optimism; I gradually perfected myself in the role of the farcical eccentric.” Here’s another quote from No Longer Human, once again fearing and is extremely anxious of what others think about him and seems to be sensitive to criticism and being called out as an outsider, and being different, and the mask that he wears is actually a defense mechanism used to protect himself.

Of course No Longer Human is not the only source that shows Dazai-sensei’s sensitivity. Other short stories have also showcases similar themes such as this. His short story 《候鳥》 I wasn't able to find the English equivalent wrote 「太敏感的人會體諒到他人的痛苦，自然就無法輕易做到坦率。所謂的坦率，其實就是暴力。」 It means people who are too sensitive can understand the pain of others, naturally they are unable to be frank. For "frankness" is equivalent to violence.

I also remember somewhere it talked about Dazai-sensei being too anxious to visit someone as well and was pacing outside of their house? I don't remember where I read it though and I can't find it again😭

Therefore from these many examples, I have a few that Dazai is actually a sensitive person judging by how much he is also described as such in other articles; and Yozo as well in academic journals and articles I have read.

And so I believe that he may be able to feel emotions quite deeply, not only that but also understand the world deeply as well. And it is this deep understanding that is the source of his despair, his difference from other humans, because they are not able to understand him on that level. It is actually the fact the he might be too human that he ceased to become human. But the reason why I am still thinking about whether or not this is true is mainly because how he treated Akutagawa, which I feel doesn’t really fit this idea.

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Stormbringer Summary 5

Code 04: Grantors of disgrace, you need not wake me again

Recap: N and Verlaine escaped from the laboratory.

The chapter begins with an excerpt of Rimbaud's diary. He wrote that there was once an anti-government movement 'May Revolution', and the leaders were called 'The Fauns'. They created a secret weapon which was named 'No.12 of Darkness' that can control gravity freely. Once Rimbaud acquired this weapon, he was ordered to educate him and trained this weapon to become a spy, and its name was Paul Verlaine.

-  Unbelievable. The Secret of the Gentle Forest was decoded. Here it lies the most fierce beast, and Verlaine...

Rimbaud wrote in his diary.

-

Verlaine and N were at the top of a tower crane. Verlaine had N here because he wanted to know why N knew the Secret. However, N claimed that the last 6 pages of the Secret was erased by Rimbaud himself so he couldn't tell much. Verlaine couldn't believe that's actually Rimbaud who altered the information.

He was strong, Verlaine referred to Rimbaud. He is the only one who was capable of battling with Verlaine in his organisation, and they were partners. Not only this, Rimbaud also called Verlaine his friend, but Verlaine just felt like he couldn't like Rimbaud.

Verlaine left N on the tower crane alone and left.

-

It was a night with a clear sky, a train was moving on the railway and Mori was sleeping inside. At once, a human showed up on the railway, and stopped the train. The train was derailed as a result of mass shock.  Verlaine went inside the train and searched for something, and he believed no one inside the train was able to survive after the shock.

Verlaine found the body of Mori, and he approached to confirm the breath. But that wasn't Mori. It was a man who wore the outfit of his, but was not Mori himself. Turns out it was Mori's double, Hirotsu. A tiny person also appeared afterwards, and that's Dazai.

Suddenly, there was light in the dark, and that was flame. By the mountain near the railway, there were 50 and more sniper bullets aimed and shotted Verlaine, and the target was in utter pain.

'Don't think these little rocks could kill me...' Verlaine was trying to use the woods beside him to attack the snipers who were hiding in the mountain, but he stopped

'Hoho- You really look like my subordinate when I take a closer look' said an elegant lady, Kouyou. She summoned Golden Demon and launched offense towards Verlaine.

'You can't beat me alone,' Verlaine said.

'Who said I am alone?' Verlaine then felt his whole body sinking down to the ground, and turned into multiple snakes that were about to swallow him. That was the Lieutenant's ability (reference to Dead Apple manga, former Port Mafia executive), that could manipulate the state of objects.

'Ability organisations are stronger than ability users,' Dazai observed and smiled. Various ability users from the Port Mafia were launching all kinds of attacks towards him, such as the ability of slowing the time and freezing. In fact, Dazai sent 420 Mafia members which included 28 ability users to the scene to defeat Verlaine.

'I will mourn you,' Dazai said to Verlaine, and took out Rimbaud's diary from his pocket.

The next moment, a black wave inflated and spreaded to the whole field.

'-- You hatreds, your dumb torpors, your weaknessses,

And your brutalisation suffered long ago,

You give back, O Night, like an excess,

Un-malevolent, of blood, each month or so, (extract from The Sisters of Charity, by Arthur Rimbaud)' Verlaine said the spell.

The wind calmed, the buzz on the ground vanished as if escaping from something. The invisible waves were flooded in the atmosphere.

'The door was opened,' Dazai observed. A black object appeared far far away in the forest. Right after, where Verlaine were, ejected a form of dark energy. The car that was hit by this energy was completely deformed with half of it vanished and the remains were just like a wrapped paper.

On the mountain, there was a monster who controlled a dark sphere. When people touched the sphere, they died.

No.3 Forces, annihilated; No.5 forces, all dead, No.8 forces, no response, as reported from Dazai's walkie talkie. The mountained was eliminated, and the ground was distorted. All the mafia members were screaming and suffering.

'It's all in the plan, we will win if the next attack succeeds,' said Dazai.

-

Up in the sky of Yokohama, Chuuya and Adam were inside a helicopter and they jumped off from it due to the attack from the monster. Adam was able to fly in the sky because his body allowed him to transform himself into a flying machine.

Similar to Chuuya, Verlaine was also intolerant to poison despite having ample physical strength, so actually it was their plan to approach Verlaine closely, so that they can inject poison into Verlaine's body. It was notable that Adam mixed this poison pill.

It was very difficult to get closer to Verlaine because he had activated his corruption, which he lost his consciousness and attacked the surroundings without rationality.

Nonetheless, Chuuya did put a toxic pill into Verlaine's mouth, which he has his conscious back. Yet Verlaine splitted out the pills right after.

'You always surprise me, Chuuya,' Verlaine spoke. He told Chuuya that once he said the spell, he would have his human personality unlocked and become a mad beast that generated ability singularity. However, that is Rimbaud who thought about adding a spell on Verlaine, which enabled him to get back to a rational form after using his corruption.

'He always thinks about what he could do for me,' said Verlaine.

'But you betrayed him,' Chuuya replied

'Because I wanted to save you,' Verlaine answered.

Suddenly, a finger touched Verlaine's face.

'What an unexpected offense. I bet no one could foresee this. What a joke,' said Chuuya

Verlaine turned back, and realised that was Adam's finger.

'Do you wanna hear an android joke?' Adam's finger was installed with a tiny syringe, and this enabled poison to be injected into Verlaine's body.

'Seems like a child's trick can defeat the king of assassins. Thanks for listening to my android joke.'

-

It returns to another section of Rimbaud's diary. Rimbaud was thinking about what presents he should give to Verlaine on his birthday. He came up to a conclusion: a black hat. That was not an ordinary hat. The materials used inside the hat consists of 10% platinum, 10% titanium and the rest were made with rainbow-coloured ability metal which was installed with the ability of the Fauns inside. By wearing this hat, it enabled Verlaine to act on his own will and less interfered by external instructions and interruption. In other words, Verlaine was a step closer to a man with free will by having this hat.

Rimbaud gave the hat to Verlaine on his birthday, and he did not look surprised or happy either way.

'Just take it,' Rimbaud told Verlaine, and there was no response. They drank some wine that night and said goodnight to each other.

-

The battle was so called ended, but the field was left with gravity waves and the forest was completely destroyed. Verlained passed out, but still alive. Dazai told Adam and Chuuya that N was rescued from the tower crane, but disappeared during transportation.

-

'I can't die here...' said N. The car that he was taking bumped into a utility pole because he injected some form of medicine to the driver. He took out an old style flare gun and shooted.

'Is this some mistake made by the offense team?' Chuuya noticed the shot far away.

'Shit...' Dazai's eyes were in despair.

The shot that shooted from N's flare gun was exploded with colourful metal pieces floating in the air like snow, and even accompanied with some music. Verlaine suddenly yelled painfully. His eyes were filled with blood and the blood stream was clear on his face and grabbed his chest hardly.

'That was not the effect of my pill!' Adam shouted, 'The gravitational field was unusual here!'

The space was deformed, and Verlaine was flooded inside his own gravity wave.

'The world ends here...' Verlained whispered just like an old man who's dying 'Run, Chuuya.' Verlaine smiled sorrowfully.

The sky was divided, the thunder was coming and the atmosphere was expanding. N saw the ability form of Verlaine. It was a black beast, the opposite of god, and original demon -- Guivre the Beast. The monster annihilated all the aircrafts incoming and was about to proceed to the city center.

'See that Verlaine! That's your end!' N laughed, almost screamed. 'An unique being like you will die because of such a boring creature like me! HAHAHAHA DIE VERLAINE!'

-

Here comes a flashback during the night of Rimbaud and Verlaine's mission of stealing Arahabaki.

'Don't give this kid to the French,' Verlaine was holding the young Chuuya on his arm.

'What?' Rimbaud was confused.

'Don't hand him over to anyone, and don't let him go back to the lab. Grow this kid in a farm and just never let him know about his truth.'

'What are you talking about?' Rimbaud asked once again.

'Think about it Rimbaud,' Verlaine's voice was tense and hostile at the same time, 'If someone tells you you're not a human, how impactful it will be. You are not born with god's blessing but just a programme, how hurtful it is. You cannot see the moon and live in darkness forever without any hope, and no one will come save you. Even such a feeling of despair is designed by someone else!'

'We have this conversation countless times, Paul,' Rimbaud stepped forward, 'You are a human, everyone sees that. Instead of thinking how you were made, isn't it better to think what you should be as a being?'

'Paul...' 'Don't get close.'

'I am sorry. Anyways, should we go back and have a chat?' Rimbaud stepped forward again.

'No, it's too late.'

A huge fight between the spies broke out.

-

Adam had an idea to stop the destruction of Guivre. Almost at the end of the Great War, Britain had developed something that was currently the energy source of Adam's machines. However, the initial usage of Adam's energy source was a mass destruction weapon. Adam smiled and continued. If they used Adam's weapon inside him, they could burn and melt the Guivre.

So they put this in practise. Adam asked Chuuya to tie Adam's own arm to an electric cable. However, Adam pushed Chuuya away when he was about to trigger the weapon. He explained to Chuuya that the weapon inside him was called the Shell (55 minutes reference). It can burn down the surroundings of 22 yard radius, and the internal temperature could reach 6000 degree celsius, and that is almost the temperature of the sun surface. This was sufficient to destroy the Guivre.

'Don't do this!' Chuuya cried

'Don't you have your dream! To build an investigation organisation purely ran by machines right!'

Adam silenced for two seconds.

'My dream is to protect humans,' Adam replied, 'and my dream comes true now.'

'Wait!'

A gigantic fireball. It burned the woods, and boiled the land, and altogether evaporated. The Guivre moaned miserably and decomposed in the air. Adam sacrificed himself and the monster was destroyed.

However, the tail of the beast in front of Chuuya and Dazai was forming into something. That piece of tail suddenly grew a face out of it, something like a reptile. It then turned into a huge form of creature. Its head was pretty much the head of the former Guivre, but the number of eyes were different, and it had red eyes.

'Don't look at it, Chuuya,' Dazai warned, 'He was sensitive to emotion, so don't let him see you.'

'I know how to defeat this ability singularity,' said Chuuya, 'I recalled from my memory.'

'Let's brief me that,' Dazai smiled.

-

They figured out how to open Chuuya's door. In order to activate Chuuya's corruption, he needs to say the spell 'Grantors of disgrace, you need not wake me again'. Together with the hat gifted by Rimbaud, Chuuya could control the door with his own consciousness. However, there's a problem. Once Chuuya said the spell, the log inside his programme will altogether be erased, which means Chuuya could no longer find out whether he was human or not via the programme.

Chuuya was flying in the sky. He grabbed his hat tightly and recalled his friend's word

-- I am satisfied that I can protect you.

And he said 'Grantors of disgrace, you need not wake me again.'

The battle between the gigantic beast and a tiny Arakami (God of Arahabaki) began. Dazai was directing the forces to launch offense towards the beast. Meanwhile Chuuya's physical body could no longer tolerate the power inside his body. He was bleeding severely. Finally, Chuuya created an enormous fireball that was as if the second sun in the night. Finally, the beast disappeared and Dazai nullified corruption.

Code:04 End

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The trip to Kofu ended in utter disappointment, with the potential lead they had been chasing turning out to be a bust. While Tachihara had half a mind to fill the dead air by smooth-talking their female guide, Chuuya was in a foul mood the entire way back, brushing off Inspector Ango's attempts at concern over his mental well-being in favor of a quick smoke to sort himself.

Deep down, Chuuya knew better than to have expected anything good out of what had already started as a bad day. He did this to himself, really, letting a vital piece of the puzzle slip from his grasp, just because "murder is wrong". Tachihara was a damn soldier; he should have known better.

No use blaming the kid at the end of the day. There were other more important issues at hand, gotta focus on those.

The acerbic manner in which he told Ango that, however, left worse than the bitter taste of ash in his mouth, when Tachihara suddenly came into his peripheral view, wide-eyed and decidedly hurt, before quickly disappearing into the train car ahead of them. Less than a minute and a threatening collar-grab later, Chuuya was left alone in the hallway, Ango's words ringing in his ears: "Fix this yourself."

Chuuya wanted to all but throw his hat on the floor in frustration; this wasn't like him at all. He wasn't about to cause another scene in such a cramped space, however. He regretted emptying his cigarette pack too quickly; now he needed a freaking drink, too.

While the dining car carried only a paltry selection of alcohol, its regular lunch menu somewhat made up for it, which was how Chuuya found himself about to empty his already-thin wallet for a choice cut of sizzling medium rare steak despite his inner penny-pinching miser screaming at him for it. He would probably regret it later on when he finds himself short on funds before his next case, but that was a problem for his future self to worry about.

Chuuya was probably lucky the waiter stepped a little to the left when he did, because the moment he spied a familiar mop of dark brown hair a head taller than the rest, he immediately canceled his order and bolted from his seat faster than the waiter could confirm anything.

He self-assuredly eased himself into the booth, opposite his most valuable Person of Interest. "Been a while, Professor."

"As to you, Detective," Dazai responded with amusement, while Kunikida Doppo glowered in Chuuya's direction, rightfully irked at the sudden invasion of his personal space. They were both still sober enough for an impromptu questioning of sorts, at least, having only consumed two-thirds of the complimentary bottle of wine between them. "What brings you both all the way to Yamanashi?"

Dazai's carefree "Just a bit of sight-seeing" overlapped with Kunikida's dour "The conference he damn-near-forgot," and the two of them resumed their face-off as soon as their eyes met. Chuuya helped himself to the remaining alcohol, tuning out their foolish squabble for a while. He would have rolled his eyes in annoyance, too, if he didn't know them a second longer than he had the unfortunate honor to in this damn lifetime.

The momentary lull in the bickering gave Chuuya the opening he needed, and he swooped in on Dazai like a hawk to its prey. “The incident aboard the SS Melos was just the first.”

Dazai’s frame remained unmoving, but there was no mistaking the brief glint in his dull eyes. “I see; a shame its maiden voyage had ended in such a tragedy. May I assume you speak of the M.C. murder that happened a fortnight ago?”

“We’re on the same page, then.” Chuuya had figured out right away that bluffing did not work on Dazai, no matter how skillfully he tried. The only other person who could see through him was Kouyou, and God help him if those two ever meet. “What do you think?”

Dazai crooked a bandaged finger under his chin, scrutinizing Chuuya while pretending to be deep in thought. The weight and depth of the pair of eyes trained on him was unsettling, but he refused to back down, leveling Dazai’s gaze with an expectant glare of his own. It’s now or never.

The moment ended sooner than they both would have liked, with Dazai calling off his moment of mischief like the flighty bastard he was. “Miss Kazuko couldn’t have carried out such a well-planned fratricide without outside help… or was that what you wanted to hear?”

Hardly at all, at this point, but Dazai probably already knew that. So much for getting actual answers out of him. “That much was obvious. What I need to know is who… and why.”

“Awfully transparent of you, Detective,” Dazai remarked blithely, flinching at the well-aimed kick to his ankle courtesy of Kunikida. That had immediately done the trick, and Dazai smoothed his shirt once over before leaning back. “Do that to everyone else you interrogate, and you won’t get the answers you need.”

It was a firm, effective way of saying the conversation was over, and Chuuya knew he lost. “Is that so,” he huffed indignantly, downing the rest of his glass and setting it down with a loud thud. “I wouldn’t be surprised if the mastermind I’m after turned out to be you.”

Beside him, Kunikida visibly blanched, but Dazai—the bold, unflappable, slimy mackerel—met Chuuya’s accusation head-on with a taunting smirk and an arrogant challenge of his own: “Try harder next time… Chuuya.”

The way Dazai drew out his name like that made Chuuya suck in the breath he didn’t know he was holding—or not. Whatever. His socked toes curled inward in his leather boots, and his fingers felt cold and clammy beneath the thick gloves he wore. It was exactly the right stimulation he needed after losing out on cigarettes and booze earlier, as utterly patronizing as it was. “Hah. Haven’t I always, Osamu?”

Chuuya immediately rose from his seat and made for the door, fueled by his renewed adrenaline and markedly improved mood. “Make no mistake, Dazai Osamu. I’m still onto you, and I will make you talk, no matter what it takes.”

Dazai merely waved him off flippantly, a finger absentmindedly tracing the rim of the glass Chuuya had drank from. “Like I said, you’re always welcome to try, Nakahara Chuuya.”

“Yeah.” Chuuya spared Dazai one last glance, of sheer determination and spite and everything in between. “That’s a promise… Professor. ”

Had he not stalked back to his room so quickly, Chuuya would probably have heard Dazai’s parting words, uttered to no one in particular while Kunikida was distracted by the waiter who came to see what was going on. “Congratulations, Detective. You’ve passed.”

[dinosaurtsukki]

-the scent of smoke

request by anon !! thanks for sending me my first bsd writing request and it’s for my love chuuya ahhh. i hope you liked this !!

content warnings: torture, mentions of death

“still not talking, huh?”

“well, if you were smart enough to look up how the port mafia works before you kidnapped me,” you angled your head up to where the voice was coming from and smirked despite the ache in your facial muscles. “’loosen your tongue, lose your life,” you quoted.

“silly girl, you’ll be killed either way,” your torturer spoke. “except it’s going to be much longer and a lot less painless.” with that, he turned the dial on the machine beside you. another shockwave of electricity, much stronger than the first, ran through your body. you could feel your chest squeezing from the shock. your mouth was open so that you wouldn’t clamp your teeth shut but you couldn’t tell if you were screaming because of the roaring in your ears.

“you’re a tough nut to crack,” you heard your torturer speak up beside you. your chest heaved as you gasped for breath once the machine was switched off. “i haven’t seen anyone get that much voltage and still, well, live.” 

“...fuck... you,” you gasped. in truth, you could tell that you were reaching your own breaking point. ‘they can fry my brains all i want but i’ll never spill,’ you told yourself. you could hear his words, chuuya’s words, echoing in your mind: ‘by telling you, i’m putting you at risk. you know that, right?’

“i know,” you whispered out loud.

“what was that?” 

“nothing. it’s just that, if you do kill me, i’d feel more sorry for you for having to face that angry redhead who’ll completely pulverize anyone who lays a finger on me,” you chuckled.

“oh, but he’s the reason why you’re here in the first place,” your torturer reminded you. that made you bite your lip. he was right. even though you weren’t dead yet, chuuya would never forgive himself.

“now, seeing as you survived that last one, maybe we could do a few more rounds of those? what do you say,” the man chuckled. you heard his footsteps getting closer to the machine. but, that wasn’t the only sound.

it was just a slight crash at first, most likely the sound of glass breaking. and then, the sound of concrete crumbling. you smiled widely.

“i guess you’ll face his wrath sooner rather than later.” 

“no!” your torturer exclaimed. you laughed at the panic in his voice. “impossible. this hide-out is completely off the grid!” 

as if to further crash his beliefs, you heard the sound of the door being kicked down and crash to the ground. and then, the all-too familiar voice of your lover.

“found you,” he growled. you wished you weren’t wearing a blindfold just so you could see chuuya completely pulverize your torturer in the blink of an eye. but at the same time, a mixture of relief, pain, and exhaustion from days of torture made you fall limp in your chair.

the next thing you heard was chuuya’s voice again, proving that this wasn’t all some near-death montage. this time, his voice was gentler and yet edged with worry and frustration. 

“what have they done to you?”

“knowing won’t do any good,” you said, wincing. this time, you allowed for the pain to show. it was tiring putting on a brave face in front of your torturers. you felt chuuya’s gloved hands remove the leather straps that braced you to the chair, the tight, painful wire that was wound around your bleeding wrists, and finally, the blindfold.

it seemed fitting that the first thing you saw in five days was chuuya’s storm gray eyes and the pained expression on his face. “hey, you,” you croaked, forcing a smile.

“don’t give me that,” he gritted his teeth, lifting you gently off the chair and carrying you in his arms. “stop acting like this was nothing to you.” you swallowed and leaned your head against his overcoat, taking in the smell of his usual cologne along with the smell of cigarettes. chuuya only smoked when he was stressed.

“you were smoking again, weren’t you? i told you not to,” you mumbled as chuuya walked out of the hideout you were placed in. it was an utter wreck now with bodies everywhere. 

“could you fucking worry about yourself for once?” he suddenly yelled, looking down at you. “it’s my fault that this happened to you. mine. i never should have... never should have told you all those things. i should have burned those files on me before i even considered showing them to you.”

“hey, hey,” you reached out a hand, cupping his face gently. “you asked if i could help and i could have said no, but i didn’t. i don’t regret that. i know figuring out your own past, about how you became the arahabaki and all, was important to you.”

“but look where it got you,” chuuya said, his eyes wide with worry. “what would have happened if i came in a minute too late?” 

“chuuya, i never doubted that you wouldn’t come on time,” you reassured him. “and you’re here now, aren’t you?” 

chuuya’s gaze softened as he leaned close, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “i’m never letting you out of my sight again,” he whispered. right now, you didn’t completely hate the smell of smoke on his breath, as long as it meant that chuuya was just right here.

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