#if they grew up together under fukuzawa

[i-want-you-homosexually]

Femskk AU where they grew up under the care of Mori who raised them up as assassins the kill the rich. Dazai leaves to work under Fukuzawa as a detective but still ends up running into Chuuya on investigations, where the two end up working together each time.

Also they’re in love, but bc they’re lesbians it takes them seven fucking years to admit it

[madraleen]

Bungo Stray Dogs - Kafka Asagiri/Sango Harukawa Vol. 16-17: A "THEY ARE SO PRETTY!" Commentary (*anime spoilers and manga spoilers up to ch.114.5)

-OKAY BUT the image of fyodor and dazai playing chess and looking pretty, and dazai's extended arm sort of towering over and sheltering atsushi and the non-atsushis ASDSDF

-oh, francis wants mitchell revived because she can kill hawthorne, i didn't remember that

-okay but now i feel bad for nominating tanizaki for the mafia so strongly, he's so sweet telling yosano "i'll do it for you" when he sees her reluctance

-it's so wild that "the great war" of this 'verse ended only fourteen years ago

-oh elise was docile at some point, i see

-going back and forth reading the volumes and catching up with the latest chapters, i think bsd is excellent at setting the tone and atmosphere. there's energy and pace in the composition of the panels, AND there's really no panel wasted.

-idk idk, little yosano's arc is so smart. it's so twisted and thought-out and poignant. if i didn't already applaud asagiri-sensei, i would just based on this. it's another arc that's so hard to read - in a good way.

-hot take but you know how some people feel there's too much dazai focus etc etc... there isn't though. like, at all, not in the main manga. i feel like they might get that sense because of the spin-offs etc, or maybe because such a vast majority of bsd fans loves dazai and constantly talks about dazai, but dazai himself is not featured particularly much in the manga, he's there just as much as any of the main-main cast, maybe even less. i think it's that he has such a presence, he makes such an impression and is so memorable that it FEELS like he's featured a lot because he's the one that sticks in your mind at the end of the day, but i wouldn't say he's stealing any spotlights or anything.

-mori's greatest crime is the immortal regime

-as entertaining as bsd is, there's some parts that i find genuinely difficult to read. they're too much. (in a good way)

-"to take down a mafia boss this strong we need an undead regiment" and then he goes and kills the boss himself. WHICH IS IT, MORI-SAN!

-aw yosano grew up alongside ranpo and under fukuzawa's care <3

-"our agency reveals its true power when we all gather together" O RLY nOW ATSuSHi, does that mean we're gonna get a reunion to beat the tripolar singularity, does it DOES IT?!

-WHAT DID KENJI-KUN EVER DO TO YOU, ASAGIRI-SENSEI, WHY DOES HE HAVE TO GET BOTH BLOWN UP AND STABBED

-GIN IN A SUIT

-"in this fight, the agency will emerge victorious" I BELIEVE YOU, FRANCIS, BUT AT WHAT COST

-dude, look at tanizaki with kenji, he's terrified

-man, now i feel bad again, tanizaki cares so much for the agency and i'm giving him up to the mafia like lamb for slaughter

-i love how atsushi isn't dumbed down. he uses his brain, he's perceptive.

-ooh right, mitchell's been treated but we haven't actually seen her conscious yet!

-tachihara be multitasking, like... playing both protag and antag in the same damn panels :'D

-dazai is so pretty, he's so pretty, i can't.

-KYOUKA LANDS SO GRACEFULLY AND ATSUSHI JUST FALLS FACE-DOWN IN MUSHITAROU'S CELL

-oh yeah, did we ever learn what the deal with "the seventh agency" was?

-"intelligence can cloud your senses" true true

-behold ango, the man who hasn't slept since this entire arc started

-yes okay, but why does ango look so soft when he tells us he's been working with dazai from the beginning, aw. well, and a little harassed maybe. but let's go with soft

-oh! oh!!! ango looks genuinely appreciative of dazai's heart rate trick!! in the anime he was more dismissive, calling it just a party trick for dazai!

-the fact that ango used the seventh agency only once to erase dazai's crimes so that he could live outside of the mafia.

-oh ango was the mind-reader of the government? i thought the skill-user they mentioned literally read minds. not objects.

-narrative consistency my ass, book-san has no concept of narrative consistency.

-THERE'S A "SEVENTEEN WORLD VILLAINS" LIST?!

-what wife, fukuchi. fukuzawa is too busy dealing with his adopted children and his two ex male-wives. what wife.

-OH? OH?! YOU PICTURE DAZAI AMONG THE AGENCY MEMBERS NOW, FUKUZAWA?! WHAT HAPPENED LATER, FUKUZAWA? WHAT HAPPENED AND YOU FORGOT YOUR BLACK SHEEP SON, FUKUZAWA?!

-okay, but jouno and tecchou tho. just. them. together.

-honestly, the most implausible thing in the entirety of bsd is lucy serving clients with THAT smile. i'd sooner believe it's a deep fake

-my god, tecchou is such a beautiful princess. he has very untainted eyes too

-SIGMAAAAA <3. he's so pretty. like extra super pretty vs the anime.

-"it's exactly how dazai-san planned it!" yes, atsushi, you summed up (most of) bsd pretty well, thank you.

-are they... are dazai and fyodor playing imaginary chess

-WTF DAZAI HOW SO PRETTY OH MY GOD YOU'RE JUST SITTING THERE

-OKAY BUT SIGMA ALSO SO PRETTY, LOOK AT THAT FACE, YOU JUST WANNA SQUISH IT

-on sigma: "he was practically born to run a casino..." AHAHAHAHA WAY TO SPOIL THE PLOT, MR GUARD! but sigma is so good at what he does though. he's such a good manager and leader.

-the panel composition is so excellent, man. so excellent.

-it's a pity tachihara can't truly join the mafia fam even if he wants to, 'cause he literally needs the hunting dogs' monthly surgery

-oh come OOOOON, sigma is SUCH A KITTEN, can we keep him in the agency, come ooooon, he's so kitten, and dazai would love to pester him

-shuuut uuuup, dazai used ango to send a "bet you're nervous, atsushi-kun? deep breaths, boy, deep breaths!" message to atsushi? SHUT UP THAT'S ADORABLE

-awww, this conversation calmed atsushi down and reminded him of the good old days at the office :""")))

[halfunbreak]

do you think that i've forgotten about you?

[chuuyad]

bsd spoilers if you haven't read the manga

I've been thinking a lot about how Yosano and Dazai mirror each other. They both grew up under the supervision of a man that subjected them when they were both very young to violent acts that ended up causing s whole lot of the trauma they are still (not) dealing with today.

With Yosano, we see her being affected by the suffering of those under her care and the way copes is she by just not getting attached by provoking the violence herself, thus puting an emotional barrier between her and her patients.

Dazai, on the other hand, becomes apathetic to other people's pain. Yet he searching for meaning inflicting pain to others. I'd say the way he's learned to deal after leaving the mafia is with this is turning the violence towards himself (the suicide attempts, getting himself in harm's way...)

I think one key difference is how much Mori and the war destroyed Yosano mentally vs how much Dazai succeeded in the Mafia. And then again I wonder how much different she would be if Fukuzawa hadn't fought Mori and basically stole her from under his grasp. How would Mafia!Yosano be different from the one we know today? How much different Dazai would be is someone had pulled him from the Mafia sooner?

I feel like it's no coincidence that Yosano and Dazai barely interact in the manga. Either because they remind each other too much of Mori, and talking means either they face the monster together or they turn themselves into the monster. I wonder how scared they are of each other.

There's more I want to day but jfksiiw

[fukuwuzawa]

Oooh new BSD writing blog 🤩 Hello! Could I request your faves taking in a child that has the ability to trap people in their worst nightmares? (Like Wanda from age of ultron if yk who that is)

(this was such a cute prompt omg T-T i used gender neutral pronouns like you asked in your later ask, don’t worry :)))

btw my faves are, um, numerous so i just chose 5 because the post would be too long otherwise lolol)

Taking in a child with the ability to trap people in their worst nightmares

Dazai

Dazai, despite his whimsical nature, can actually act quite responsible when it comes to the kid. emphasis on quite. don’t expect him to change his whole personality.

can cancel their ability with his own, so, luckily for them, the kid has never had an opportunity to see his worst nightmare. what is one more mystery to Dazai?

the kid gets to see his softer side often, even more than Atsushi. and he is by no means as strict with them as he was with Akutagawa, although if they ask him to train them, he won’t hold back.

the others are worried the kid will grow up to be just like Dazai. there is no denying they idolize him greatly (minus the being suicidal part) even dressing as him for Halloween. Dazai is touched.

 Chuuya

He’s had his fair share of nightmares. Thus, the child’s power doesn’t scare him, and he’s able to break free from it at any time.

Chuuya is understanding if the kid can’t control their ability. His own, once he goes all out, is uncontrollable and so he doesn’t feel like he has the right to judge them.

it’s been established a few times that he’s the mom of the Port Mafia, and it shows fully with the child. he is fiercely protective, caring and ready to kick anyone’s ass if they dare lay a disrespectful hand on them.

if they chose to dress like a mini version of him he would pretend to be annoyed but on the inside he’s melting. definitely finds them a hat that matches his.

 Yosano

she feels an intense need to protect the child, especially if their ability was misused as hers was during the war. She will try to keep them from harm’s way, but if any harm does come to them…well, the ones responsible will get the chainsaw.

she will happily tutor them in the ways of medicine. she feels happy to be able to teach them something, and is immensely proud of their progress and character growth.

if she ever finds herself trapped in a nightmare of the child’s making, there will be doubts. her past haunts her still. but she will never give up on the kid.

takes them shopping with her often as a fun pastime they can both enjoy together. sometimes people mistake them for her kid, but she never corrects them. cue the adoption papers.

 Fukuzawa

 after Ranpo, Fukuzawa thought he had enough of troublesome, talented children to last him a lifetime. But then the other kid showed up.

just like with Ranpo, he keeps his distance at first. he is not necessarily cold, just maybe a little reserved. because he knows that if he let his guard down for even a second, he would undoubtedly start caring for the child. he is too much of a dad please.

will be a splendid mentor and teacher. it the child has problems with controlling their ability, his own ability, All Men Are Equal, can help temper it.

will absolutely spoil the kid. so much that it will make Ranpo jealous. however, Fukuzawa will make sure his two adopted children (he legally adopted both of them and you will not change my mind) get along well together and that there is no ill will between them.

 Ranpo

the greatest detective, taking care of some kid? please, he is the kid. chances are the child is more matured than he is.

he’s been in their same position, however. nowhere to go, feeling as if the world didn’t understand him because of his “ability”…he quickly takes a liking to the child, taking them under his wing or so to speak.

because of his general nature, the two of them frequently get into mischief. but, also because of his general nature, they never suffer any consequences.

he will do everything in his power to ensure that their childhood is protected. their ability brought a lot of pain into their life, people grew distrustful of them and because of that, they never had any friends. well, Ranpo to the rescue! he will make sure the child never feels lonely again. 

[bungou-stray-dingus]

Hello, I'm back! 💕 May I please ask for a serving of soft!dom Ranpo with a smol, shy female s/o scenario please~ and if you don't mind, maybe add a dash of daddy kink? (But if you're not comfortable with that, it's okayyy) THANK YOU ♥️

a/n : OOOOH a little bit of spicy snack boy >.^ SAY NO MORE! ALL MY LATE NIGHT INDULGENCES HAVE PREPARED ME FOR THIS MOMENT! GOsh I hope this is good because I am SWEATING writing this. But Ranpo is a whole snack.

T/W : Slight NSFW, A little Dash of Daddy Kink, Soft!Dom BB BOI, Fluff;

Ranpo

This boy loved how sweet and innocent you were, you were as sweet as the candy that he binge eats. But it wasn't just your sweetness or your innocence, you were also on the shorter side. Honestly, according to him, you were the dictionary definition of the perfect little cinnamon bun, which is what he called you often. Not only were you innocent and sweet, but you were also shy, which he was perfectly okay with. He didn't like talking much, so the two of you found a way to talk with your eyes and different facial expressions. Ranpo had brought you up to the Agency members once, and they (Dazai mainly) had begged him to bring you in, they wanted to meet you, the girl who had managed her way into Ranpo's secluded, snack filled life.

When he had first brought you to the Agency to meet everyone it was a big deal for him and you, he could tell how nervous you were about meeting his coworkers who had in a sense become family to him, but he had reassured you that they would all love you. "Not as much as I love you obviously, but how could they not love you? You're amazing Y/N." His hand way on your thigh, he was always touching you in some way, especially out in public. You were clearly the most beautiful girl in Yokohama, and he wanted everyone to know that you were his and his only. If anyone even looked in your direction he would squeeze your thigh, or his hand would trail down to your ass and give it a light squeeze causing a small squeal to escape your lips, your face dropping as you tried to hide from the strangers gazing eyes.

The train ride was short, when you got off the train Ranpo kept his hand on your lower back, hovering just above where your back curved to your butt. If needed, he could swiftly move his hand down, reaching under your skirt to pinch one cheek, letting any man who's eyes lingered a little longer than necessary know that you were taken by him. He brought you into the Agency building, watching your facial expressions as you took in the coffee shop on the lower level, breathing in through your nose, letting the smell of coffee fill your nostrils. You closed your eyes, sighing and smiling to him. "Adorable. I could kiss you." He said, you hadn't noticed how close he had gotten until you felt his breath, hot against the lope of your ear. His teeth grazed against the sensitive skin and your body shuddered. "R-Ranpo... there's people..." You were highly aware of the man behind the counter watching the exchange between the two of you.

"I don't mind. You're mine, aren't you?" His words were not much more than a whisper, his lips were moving lower down to your neck. His hands were on the same downward course, inching teasingly slow down your backside. Your breath hitched in your throat as you felt his nails dig into your upper thighs, right below the hem of your skirt. "Of course I'm yours... B-but... they're waiting upstairs." You tried to get his mind back on track. It wouldn't be unlike him to try to take you right there in one of the booths. It's not that he was actually into doing things in public, but he had a one track mind, and when he suddenly felt the urge, he acted on it no matter where you two were. He had riled you up many times, leaving you a flustered frustrated mess until you got back to the privacy of your own home.

He sighed, pulling away slightly as your words brought him back to the moment at hand. "We stay for twenty minutes. I need to get you home to deal with what you've caused." He murmured, his voice low and sultry. You felt the heat pooling between your thighs, but you had to keep a straight face when you met his coworkers, you had to make a good impression. Your teeth tugged at your bottom lip as you tried to contain yourself, rubbing your thighs together, literally trying anything to get a grip on yourself. It felt like your knees were shaking, and Ranpo noticed immediately. "Mmm, my little princess, you're not as innocent as you want people to believe. Be patient for Daddy, won't you?"

He led you over to the elevator, and the sexual tension between the two of you felt like a thick fog. You didn't know how long the two of you could hold off. He was practically undressing you with his eyes already, and it didn't matter how loose his pants were, you could see the slight bulge growing between his legs. As soon as the elevator doors shut he had you cornered against the wall, his arms on both sides of your head. His lips crashed into yours, his knee pushing your legs apart before bringing his leg up to drag across your most sensitive area. You moaned into the kiss, bucking your hips against his leg, desperate for his touch. He pulled away, a low chuckle escaping his lips as he looked down and saw the small wet spot on his pants. "So needy, you're already so wet for Daddy. I might just make you wait a little longer, how about that?" You didn't have time to answer before the doors slid open and he grabbed your wrist to pull you out.

The office door opened and out stepped a beautiful woman, her hair was short and black, adorned with a butterfly clip on the side. Her eyes were a beautiful magenta, but you could tell by looking at her that she meant business. Her outfit seemed very business like, a knee length A-line skirt and a white button up with red heels. She looked you over, and you couldn't tell if it was a look of approval or disapproval, but it made you slightly nervous. "So this is her?" She asked, looking over to Ranpo, her eyes scanning over his face as she waited for his response. You didn't like the way she looked at him, the smug smile spreading on her lips as she stared at him a little longer than necessary. "This is her." Ranpo finally said, a hint of pride mixed in with his tone. The jealousy that had been slowly trying to creep it's way in had all but vanished when you heard him say those three simple words. He moved his hand down to intertwine his fingers with yours, giving your hand a soft squeeze to help calm your nerves.

The woman turned on her heel and walked back into the office, not another word spoken, and you could have sworn that you sensed a feeling of agitation emitting from off her. You tried not let her mood affect you too much, even though the look that she had given Ranpo would bother you for a while, especially considering they worked together and saw each other almost every day... was there something there that you had to be worried about? Your stomach sank as your pessimism took control, all of your doubts and fears formed into one. Not even his hand in yours seemed to calm your nerves, and the feeling that was once sexual tension that had been building inside you turned into flat out tension.

You couldn't really focus on all the people in the room, they had their eyes on you, but you couldn't seem to lift your gaze from the ground. "She's just shy, isn't my little cinnamon bun precious?" Ranpo said, the feeling of his thumb brushing along your cheek should have been enough to calm you, but even still, the only thing you could think of was him possibly doing the same to the beautiful bob haired woman. He began his introduction, pointing around the room as he said everyone's names. "Kunikida, Kenjii, Atsushi, Tanizaki, Naomi, Kyouka, Dazai, Fukuzawa, and last but certainly not least, Doctor Yosano." When his hand motioned to her the pit in your stomach only grew larger. He said her name with a sort of devoutness. He had never told you anything about this woman, he had never brought her up to you at all, yet he looked at her with almost the same eyes he would give you after a long day of work, when you were the only person he wanted to see... apparently that wasn't the case though... maybe he had more than one person he adored. "Everyone, this is Y/N." He said your name the same way he said hers, but that didn't make you feel any better. In fact, it made you feel worse. Did he think of you the same way he thought of her, or did he think of her the same way he thought of you? Either way, it didn't seem very good.

"Ranpo-kun, can you come over here for a minute?" Her voice might have seemed seductive to anyone else, but to you it was piercing, like a needle going straight through one ear and out the other. The hardest part to handle was the fact that he obliged, leaving you to stand in the middle of the office so he could walk over to her. She shifted her long, slender legs, folding one over the other and leaned back on the desk she was sitting on. You could tell what she was doing, you had done the same type of pose multiple times at home to try to get Ranpo's attention, and the worst part was that it was working for her just as well as it worked for you.

Your eyes were focused on what was going on across the room, unaware of the man that had been making his way over to you. He tapped your shoulder lightly and you quickly turned around, having to look up to actually see his face. He was obviously a very charming man, and extremely cocky, you could see that in the way that he smiled down at you. "So, you look a little uncomfortable. How about I show you around the office?" You tried to remember the mans name from the ones Ranpo had listed off. Tanizaki? Atsushi? Kunikida? No.... oh, that's right. He was Dazai, the one that Ranpo had warned you about before you had even come here. Apparently he was a flirt and a natural born charmer.

Ranpo had wanted you to try to stay away from Dazai unless he was around, but your emerald eyed boyfriend was currently being held up by the beautiful doctor, so you might as well have a little fun. Of course you would never do anything to actually hurt Ranpo emotionally, you couldn't bear the thought of losing him, but you weren't going to just stand by and watch as Yosano clearly flirted with your boyfriend, whether he noticed it or not.

"Is there anywhere that you'd like to see first?" Dazai asked, leaning against the desk as he stared at you, his eyes shut, a small smile on his lips, his head cocked to the side. You could definitely see now why he was the heartthrob of the Agency.

"The coffee shop... downstairs... i-it smelled really nice. I'd love to have a cup." You said it softly, so soft that nobody else had been able to hear you at all, even Dazai had barely made out what you said, but he heard enough. He nodded and pushed himself away from the desk, wrapping his arm loosely around your waist as he led you to the door. You weren't expecting him to be so touchy, and you weren't sure if this would be considered going to far.

You used the time alone with Dazai to learn more about Ranpo and Yosano's relationship, finding out if it was platonic or if there was something more there. When you finally heard the full story you felt awful for even assuming, and even more awful for thinking that leaving the office upstairs to go with Dazai was a good idea.

Meanwhile, Ranpo had finally finished his conversation with Yosano. She had been talking to him about how cute he and you looked together, and that she wasn't used to seeing someone shorter than him. She was proud of him honestly, that he had found someone that he seemed to be truly in love with. She saw how he would open his phone occasionally while sitting at his desk, and his eyes would open for only a second to read the text, then his eyes would close and a wide smile would spread across his face as he leaned back in his chair. She knew before he had even brought you up that he had found someone, and that someone made him truly happy. That's all she wanted for him, he was like a brother to her, and she believed that he deserved nothing but the best.

He turned around, thinking that he would find you still standing in the middle of the office, or maybe sitting on the couch talking to Naomi or Kyouka, but he saw that you were gone, and not only that, but Dazai was gone too. He didn't want to make a scene, of course not, but thinking of you being anywhere with Dazai had him slightly irritated, maybe even... jealous. He had no reason to be jealous obviously, he knew that you would never actually make a move on Dazai, but it wasn't you that he was worried about. You were shy and soft spoken, if Dazai tried anything on you, you would be too nervous to say anything about it or tell him to stop.

His eyes shot open, flashing his beautiful emerald green irises to everyone in the office. They knew he meant business then, clearing a path for him to the door. He already knew where the two of you had went, he thought it was quite foolish of Dazai to try to even take you out of the office in the first place. First thing, he would know exactly where you were, his ultra deduction wasn't just used for crime cases. Also, you were HIS, so it took some nerve for Dazai to sweep you off somewhere to be alone with him, especially when Ranpo was around. He wasn't exactly angry about it, no, just irritated and he wanted to show everyone in the office that you belonged to him, specifically Dazai.

You were at the little booth in the front of the small cafe, sipping from your coffee cup, trying to avoid Dazai's stare. When you put your cup down his hands immediately moved to capture yours. "Wha- What are you doing?" You stammered out, trying to pull your hands away, but his grip was tight. "You have your doubts about Ranpo, and I'm not going to tell you whether you're right or wrong about them. But I will tell you that you are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes upon. It would be an honor, a great privilege if you would commit a double suicide with me." His eyes were twinkling, filled with excitement at the possible prospect of having someone to do the fateful dead with him.

"I... uh... uhm... no thank you." You yanked your hands away, and just as you were about to get up you felt a set of strong arms wrap around your waist. You turned your neck to see his green eyes staring into yours, and you couldn't think of anything to say, so you shifted your body in his arms, burying your face in his shoulder. He tsked at Dazai, shaking his head at the man at the table. "I'm not shocked, just disappointed that you would attempt such a thing with MY girlfriend. I know that she is absolutely gorgeous, stunning even, but she is mine. I don't share any of my sweets, her included." His voice was stern, and you could only imagine how he would look. The thought of his face, matching the serious tone in his voice, it had a fire burning deep inside of you.

He led you to the elevator, leaving Dazai at the table in silence. You still didn't know what to say, but Ranpo had an idea of how to make you talk. You had been staring down at your shoes as you waited for the elevator to come down from the top floor, but Ranpo didn't like your silence, not at all. He grabbed your chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing you to look at him. "You belong to me, isn't that right my little kitten?" You hummed in response, but that wasn't enough. He shook his head and got closer, his face mere inches from your own. "I want to hear you say it." You were putty in his hands, and you loved when he was domineering like this. It turned you on and he knew it, he knew exactly what he was doing. "I'm your's, Daddy. No one else's." You whispered, and you could have sworn that you heard him moan.

The elevator doors opened and he pushed you inside, slamming his finger into the button repeatedly to close the doors. He pressed the top button, but as soon as the elevator started moving he pushed the emergency stop button. When he turned to look back at you his eyes were lidded, a darker version of the beautiful emerald green. That look alone had you practically dripping, and you were rubbing your thighs together, trying to feel anything, any type of friction. He was leaning in the far corner, watching you with a smirk. "Mmm, Daddy's little kitten is so impatient. Do you need my help?"

He walked over to where you were, moving to stand behind you. You grinded yourself against him as his hands traveled agonizingly slow up your thighs, under the hem of your skirt until he reached your panties. "You're soaking already, has Daddy been keeping you waiting too long?" He was kissing along your neck, biting it occasionally as he toyed with your over sensitive slit making your hips buck into his touch. "Let's see how many times I can make you come before someone saves us, hmm?"

A/N : I WAS SWEATING WHILE WRITING THIS AND I REALLY DO HOPE THAT IT'S GOOD BECAUSE I WAS LIKE "OOOHHHH MY GOSH HOW DOES ONE SERVE SOME GOOD FUCKIN FOOD!!!???" BUT I REALLY DO HOPE YOU LIKE IT!

[scalpel-mom-mori]

The Colors of Yukichi Fukuzawa

It was so long ago that only a few even remember it, but at one time, Fukuzawa too was an angry young man.

This was supposed to be funny, I’m sorry. It just kind of turned into angst there at the end, oops.

Based on this post, submitted by Aure. Dedicated to @sword-dad-fukuzawa

Slight AU where Fukuzawa and Mori went to high school together lol. Did I steal Aure’s storytelling POV? Yes I did. Reblogs and comments highly encouraged.

POV you’re modern!smol dazoo from Temple on a Hill that asked Sensei for a bedtime story.

Oh? A story? Well, I don’t have any stories I should really be telling to someone your age. Especially right before bed.

No, I take that back. I do have one. Just one, so it’s the only one I’ll ever tell.

This was at least twenty years ago, maybe more, but I remember it well. I nearly had a heart attack when Yukichi started dyeing his hair. Even at that age, he looked like an old man in some ways, what with that grey hair. Even at this age, he moves like a much younger man, the likes of which I never could approach. He’s just timeless like that.

But that day I couldn’t quite be sure if it was truly Yukichi that I was looking at. He wore his hair in a high ponytail when we were in high school, and he arrived at our usual meeting place with acid green highlights beneath his ponytail.

“They’re hideous,” I told him. He didn’t mind.

It might not seem like it, but Yukichi was an angry man in his youth. He was the sort of person that was angry with the world. To this day, his soul rails against injustice, but he wears a well-respected face.

“You don’t have to like them,” is what he told me. “Where are we having brunch?”

I could have laughed. “You’re not even wearing your uniform today.”

He shrugged. “Why should I tell them who to report me to?”

At this, I really did laugh. “What’s gotten into you?” You know what he’s like these days, with those intense, inscrutable stares. You’re still quite intimidated by him. His eyes were just as intense back then, but they burned with something like passion.

One of these stares he levelled at me. Back then, I was nowhere near as accustomed to those stares. Yukichi doesn’t look at someone he’s speaking to unless he’s very close with them or very displeased. “What does that mean?” The longer you know Yukichi, the less he expresses himself. Back then, anyone walking past would know my friend was upset with me.

“I just thought you liked a nice veneer of respectability,” I said.

The disgust in his face said clearly what his voice did not. Such deception is your forte.

Perhaps it is, but that’s nothing to worry yourself over. I assure you, in our high school days, Yukichi and I were both as fresh and green as any high school boys can be.

“Of course. You look good, if you didn’t look like you were going to go murder someone,” I amended. “How does Chinese sound?”

Yukichi, I will take care to note, was also quite sulky while we were in school.

Though, perhaps all boys are at that age.

Still, he expressed no additional offense besides over the comment about murdering someone.

Over our meal, I found myself amused over how he drank tea like an old man. “Truly, how do you convince me to ditch with you?” I asked.

As if to cover up any face he would have made at me, he picked up his steaming cup and drank. I continued staring at him, long after he set his drink down and began eating.

But Yukichi was as stubborn as he is now. Perhaps even more so.

“You know there’s no longer enough time,” is all he says.

Even then, I knew what he meant. Already in our second year, there would never again be enough time for everything we wanted to do anymore, and Yukichi… well, he already had his career lined up for him. The first part of it, anyway.

I frowned, half-teasing. “Well, I need to study hard to get into the medicine program,” I replied, “and skipping classes doesn’t help that.”

Yukichi’s eyes felt like a whole sky on my chest. “Then go,” he said.

I have to admit, I was rather hurt, but Yukichi was never one to mince words. Nor was he one, in our youth, to speak with much tact. But there was some cunning in that statement. And I let him have it.

“I didn’t mean that,” I told him quickly, “And I know you didn’t either.”

Yukichi’s eyes slid away from me, back to his food.

Yes, he did mean that. If I wanted to, I could leave him to self-destruct under the weight of his future. But he and I both knew that I wouldn’t.

The next time I saw him, the streaks were purple. A rather pleasant shade, too. Rather odd with his particular coloring, but at least it didn’t burn to look at. He’d tied his hair in something of a messy bun, and had a pen sticking out of it, rather like one of those ladies you see painted on silk screens.

“What does the maiden require of me today?” I asked with a mocking bow. Yukichi looked annoyed, but didn’t argue.

“Lunch. You’re paying.” I suppose I brought that one on myself.

I made a face. “You say such things with a straight face,” I complained. “Only if you wear a hairpin.”

However, today, Yukichi had the face to agree without hesitation.

The nerve of him! It vexes me to this day. It certainly didn’t help that he was tall enough that most wouldn’t notice the thing unless they were looking, and no one looks Fukuzawa Yukichi in the eye. Not even back then.

Well, I do, but that’s a different matter altogether.

So we bought a hairpin from a shop that sold trinkets for pocket change. Yukichi somehow kept a straight face when the clerk wished my girlfriend and me a happy relationship. I could barely manage the same. Despite the fact that Yukichi had probably killed a man by this point in life, I couldn’t help but be amused by the thought.

With a perfectly serious expression, he tucked it in his hair and turned to me. “It’s not crooked, is it?”

I pouted, knowing full well that this was his way of asserting, as he did without fail at that time, that he was taller than me by nearly a head. “Well, I can’t tell from this angle.”

So, maintaining his neutral face, he crouched so I could see. This was the last straw. “Oh, the nerve of you! It’s fine!” I shouted, nearing tears. This man was willing to play this far to humiliate me. But, I should have known at the time that Yukichi saw no shame in femininity.

I still had to buy today, and Yukichi decided to thin out my wallet with fast food and the nicest bakery he had the nerve to suggest to me.

Ah, but only for him would I have ever suffered such humiliation. These days, he wouldn’t subject me to them. Only to frown at me disapprovingly, as though he has some moral high ground.

And I suppose he does, these days.

He grew out of being an angry young man.

The last time I saw him before he went underground, he had a shock of red in his bangs. I was well into preparing for premed at the time, and had little energy to argue with him, but something else kept even me from teasing him about the color. In those two years, he’d worn every imaginable color besides red. He hated red, so it was rather curious that he would pick it for his hair. He wore his hair half up to keep it out of his face.

He was dressed in his usual traditional attire, but he carried a sword now. It was Christmas, after we had graduated, and he had aged a decade.

His hair had always made him look older than he was, even now. He looked younger with the splashes of color to soften the grey. But it was his eyes this time. They were tired, and one hand rested lightly on the handle of his weapon the whole walk. We spoke very little, absent of all the teasing we did during school. But, it wasn’t all bad. This was what he wanted anyway. Almost nineteen, and he had a despair in his face that men three times his age rarely knew. Still, we went to that bakery he loved when we were in school. I bought him his favorite pastry from memory, and this seemed to soften the weight in his heart.

Very little was said the whole time we ate.

Yukichi always left abruptly. He does still, as I’m sure you know. Still, there are usually signs. Today, he licked one finger and stood. He was almost out of earshot by the time I had realized what happened. “Keep in touch!” I called after him.

I could have sworn I heard, carried by the wind one word. “Can’t.”

Another two steps, another two footprints between us, and from the half bun on the back of his head, the little flowered hairpin I’d bought him caught the light through the dull snow-grey world.

[writing-radionoises]

acceptance

ship: none, mostly yosano & ranpo platonic stuff with background ranpoe

genre: hurt/comfort

prompt: yosano never believed she was worthy to be ranpo’s sister.

notes: welcome to my circus tonight we’re talking about how much i love them

“You and Ranpo are pretty close, right?” Atsushi says, sitting on the examination table in Yosano’s office.

She had been checking in on a sprained ankle Atsushi had gotten yesterday, which had healed over nicely thanks to the tiger’s abilities.

“Yes, we’re very close,” Yosano replied, back against the counter as she scribbled down notes on a paper.

“Are you guys dating?”

Akiko laughs, nodding a no, “I think I’d actually kill him within a minute if we were dating.”

Atsushi quirks an eyebrow, “Then… Is it a brother-sister relationship, or are you guys just friends?”

“Hmm, well…” She answered, lifting up her head, “It’s complicated.”

It’s really not.

Yosano knows well what Ranpo considers them.

She’d love to call herself his sister, given if she had deserved the title.

Ranpo deserves a much better sister than her.

“You’re confusing me,” replied the silver haired boy with a frown.

“Sorry, Nakajima,” Yosano answered with a smile, “In short, Ranpo and I grew up together. If you really wanna know more, you should ask Ranpo himself.”

Atsushi nods, hopping off the table and beginning to make his way out of the office.

Akiko sighs.

One of these days, she’ll do something good, and feel worthy to call herself Ranpo’s sister.

“You seriously don’t know how the train system works?” Yosano asked, raising an eyebrow at the boy beside her.

“Yup!” Ranpo replied, enthusiastically.

“You’re thirteen years old!”

“Mhmm!”

Yosano sighed, head in her hands as she nodded a no.

“Fine, I’ll take you there.”

Ranpo only smiles in response, and Yosano takes his hand into hers as they walk down the streets.

Yosano does not know Yokohama very well, she has only been in this city for about a year. Though, Ranpo doesn’t really, either. They make frequent stops by maps, Yosano struggling to read them at her height and having to have Ranpo hold her up to see properly.

It’s a pretty summer afternoon, there are kids their age out and about at candy stores, parks, and coffee shops. Yosano can only look at them in sadness, because she has never gotten to experience that sort of thing.

Her entire life, she’s been used for her ability. She never got to be a kid, make friends and laugh in the summer.

“Akiko-chan,” Ranpo says, nudging Yosano as she looked away from the children and back to Ranpo.

“Hm?”

“You look sad.”

“I’m not,” Yosano insists, “Just…”

“You’re sad,” Ranpo replied, stopping dead in his tracks.

“Ranpo,” Yosano whined, “Come on, we gotta get to the train station!”

“Doesn’t matter anymore! I’ll disregard the case entirely, I’ll even call in!” Ranpo insisted, “Imouto-chan comes first!”

“I told you not to call me that,” Akiko sighed, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Why not?” Replied the brunette, “You’re my little sister, I can address you as such.”

“Well, then I’ll start calling you oniisan,” she answered with a huff.

“I’d like that!” He replied with a smile, and Yosano only blushed and sighed as Ranpo ruffled her hair.

“You’re insufferable.”

“Well, my insufferability seems to take your mind off of sadness,” Ranpo answered, bouncing on the heels of his feet as he spoke, “So I’ll keep being insufferable!”

Yosano smiled.

It’s late at night, and Yosano can’t sleep.

She lays wide awake in her dark bedroom, staring up at the ceiling and trying not to blink, because everything she closes her eyes, she’s back on the battle ground.

She’s eleven years old and wearing that stupid nurse uniform and watching soliders roll in one after another, each injury worse than the last. Missing legs, missing arms, partial decapitation, anything and everything.

It’s horrifying.

She just keeps healing them and they just keep coming back.

Yosano sits up in bed, biting her lip and trying to regulate her breathing once again.

It’s not the first night she’s been sleepless, it’s happened many times, but it’s the first time she’s had the option to ask for help.

Ranpo’s bed is across the room, him sleeping soundly with the blankets all kicked off of him and his back facing Yosano.

He said that Yosano can wake him up at any time if she needs anything…

But she feels guilty. Yosano doesn’t want to disrupt his sleep because of her own problems.

As if on cue, Ranpo awakes. He sits up, stretching his arms above his head as he rubs his eyes, turning around to grab his glasses.

“Hey, why are you awake?” He asks after putting on his glasses, looking at Yosano.

“I, um…” Yosano stuttered, struggling to put her thoughts into words.

“Can’t sleep?”

She nods.

Ranpo makes grabby hands at her, “Come here.”

Yosano does as told, standing up from her bed and grabbing her pillow as she moves over to Ranpo’s bed, sitting beside him.

“Stand here, I’ll be back,” Ranpo continues, standing up from the bed and proceeding to leave the room.

Yosano places her pillow next to Ranpo’s against the wall as she stares down at her white pajamas, shifting awkwardly.

Ranpo returns to the room with a glass of water and a book under his arm. setting the glass of water on his bedside stand and switching on the lamp as he sat down beside Yosano, showing her the book in his hands.

It was a simple book, messily bound with leather, the words on the front nearly impossible to read outside of the author’s name.

“What’s this?” Yosano asked, raising a brow.

“A mystery novel,” Ranpo replied with a smile, “A short one, at least. It was given to me from an American pen pal of mine, I ended up binding it into a book because Fukuzawa used to read it to me to sleep.”

Yosano nodded along, curiously, “And you want to share it with me? Really?”

Ranpo nods happily, “Yes, why wouldn’t I? You’re my sister, you’re family now.”

Yosano snuggled up against Ranpo’s side as he opened the book and began to read, readjusting his glasses.

Ranpo is lounging on the stairs to the agency, a lollipop in mouth as Yosano sits beside him, the box of lollipops in her hands as she sucks on her own.

It’s a hot day outside, and Fukuzawa has kicked them out because he has a meeting.

Ranpo has shorts and a baggy tank top on, his hat on Yosano instead of himself.

Yosano, on the other hand, has a skort and short sleeve blouse on.

They’re fifteen now, having known each other for four years now. Ranpo still calls her imouto-chan, introducing Akiko as his sister to just about everyone. Yosano has since given up on fighting it, because in reality, there’s no fighting Ranpo Edogawa.

He’s going to insist they’re siblings until the day he dies.

Even then, he’ll probably put “Yosano Akiko is my sister” on his grave, he’s that stubborn.

“Akiko-chan,” Ranpo says, sitting up from his lounging spot, “We should do something.”

“Like what?” She asks, raising an eyebrow as she props her head up on her hand.

“I don’t know, what do normal teenagers do?”

“Get ice cream or like walk to the convenience store? I don’t know, you’re the only other teenager I’ve really met.”

Ranpo smiles, “We’ve gotta get you more friends.”

“Do I really need anymore?” Yosano replied, tilting her head, “You’re the only person I really care about.”

“It’s okay to care about more than one person, Akiko-chan,” Ranpo insists, frowning, “I’m not gonna leave you if you do make other friends.”

“I know,” Akiko says with a smile, “But making friends is hard.”

“We’ll figure something out,” Ranpo answered, leaving back against the stairs, “You know, I’m not good at making friends, either.”

“Really? You seem so friendly.”

“People think I’m weird,” he continues, “I don’t really know why. Fukuzawa-san noticed, though, and decided to set me up with a penpal. It was nice.”

“What was your penpal’s name?” Yosano asked.

“Edgar Allan Poe,” Ranpo answered, “He’s from America, writes a lot of mystery novels and poems. He’s two years older than me, one of these days we’re gonna actually meet up.”

Yosano smiles, “That sounds nice.”

“He’s really nice, honestly,” Ranpo explained, “Always wanted to call him, but he told me that he has a speaking problem. We text now, though.”

“I’d like to meet him,” Akiko responds.

“Maybe I’ll take you to America with me.”

Akiko laughs a little bit, Ranpo shifting and laying his head on Yosano’s shoulder.

“There you are, oniisan,” Akiko says, walking over to Ranpo’s place at the coffee shop table and setting a file on the table for him, a chocolate bar on top of the file.

“Hey, you called me oniisan!” Ranpo exclaimed enthusiastically, beginning to shake his left hand happily as Yosano nodded.

“Mhmm, took me fourteen years, but I finally did,” she says.

“I’m proud of you!” Edogawa continues, “You’ve come so far, I’m so proud of you!”

Akiko can’t help but smile, taking Ranpo into a half hug and pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“It’s only thanks to your help, Edogawa.”

[missromantic-x]

Dazai x Happiness Week Day 3: Birthday Party

(Part 3 of the Birthday Masquerade series) The Agency most certainly had not limited their decorations to the coffee shop. Heck, even the buildings next to it and the sidewalk in front of it were coated in glitter. Dazai rolled his eyes. He placed his hand on the handle, but the touch was light. Was he really in the mood for this? The whole Guild incident had only ended about a week prior, surely they’d understand if he didn’t want to go… He squinted at the windows, but they were too covered in sparkles and ribbons to see through them. He scrunched up his nose, shut his eyes, and prepared himself for the walk home. But as he turned away from the door, his gut screamed at him not to. He couldn’t turn back now, not when he had already bought a costume. (Although, that experience in itself hadn’t been half bad…) Before he could change his mind again, he twisted the doorknob. Click! The lights flicked on the second his second foot made its way inside the shop. “Happy birthday!” He put on a smile, the most difficult costume piece for this masquerade, but by far the most necessary. If he looked like he was happy, then the others could be. They’d know they’d have had a job well done. Noisemakers blared, and confetti bombs exploded around him. Atsushi was the first to leave from his hiding place, a space under the second table, and present a gift. He could tell it was him through the tiger-eared mask, after all, who else had Dazai met that had choppy silver bangs and golden eyes? “I know you told us not to celebrate, but I had to do something,” he explained. “It’s thanks to you I’m not starving on the streets.” The rest of the Agency began to move toward him as the second newest member gave his speech. “You gave me the greatest gift someone could ever give: a second chance at life. So, this party is one that celebrates the time you’ve had to help people like me during your own second chance,” the weretiger explained, smiling at him. Kyouka clasped her hands politely at his side, nodding along with his statement. The sequins on her shiny red mask glinted in the light as her head moved. Dazai’s smile grew more genuine. He really had done those things, hadn’t he? A tall blonde man in the jeweled Carnivale-themed half mask, obviously Kunikida, handed over his own gift stiffly. “I’ll give you this, Dazai: when you’re not interrupting my schedule, you’re a very good partner.” And when Kunikida wasn’t trying to break Dazai’s arm, that was a very agreeable statement. Naomi and Junichiro, dressed in matching blue, together added their presents to the growing stack. “It never feels like a boring day at work when you’re around,” the two laughed. He’d hoped so, after all, the Agency was the place he got to live out the teenage years he never had. At some points, the Tanizakis seemed closer in age to him than some of the older members did, thanks to that. “You buy me the good candy,” mumbled Ranpo. A lollipop on his tongue moved with his lips. “And you brought me two more patients,” Yosano added, the bracelets on her costume jingling as she moved. “If you were in my town, we’d give you an honorary citizenship there!” grinned Kenji, balancing a chair on his little finger. “You’ve been a very important member to the Agency. We wouldn’t be where we are today without your exceptional abilities,” Fukuzawa wrapped up their praise. Dazai bowed. “Thanks everyone, that’s nice of you to say.” Were all of those things true? Had his presence on the Agency really been that good? “Well then, let’s open gifts!” exclaimed Kenji, interrupting his thought. What could they have gotten him, Dazai wondered. Would any have as much sentiment attached to it as his mask would? It was worth seeing. “Open mine first,” commanded Ranpo. “Shush, let him pick!” Kunikida snapped back. “Fine.” Atsushi bit his lip. “Ah, let’s just get along, okay?” Dazai ignored the chatter, his gaze transfixed on the gifts. He began to tear the paper off of a small box, letting the ribbons atop it fall to the floor. In the first one was a pair of slippers and a coffee mug. “Thass mine,” claimed Ranpo, munching on a chocolate bar. “Thanks.” He moved on to the next one. A hand-woven straw hat? “We use those in the good farming season. That’s why I always wear mine, because every day’s a good day!” rationalized Kenji. It was honestly enjoyable just watching Kenji’s endless optimism. That kid could find the good in any situation. Next gift. A letter, with nice calligraphy. Within reading the first sentence, he knew it was from Tanizaki. His writing style was an interesting one. After that came a stuffed animal fox. “Bunny rabbits make me happy,” was all Kyouka said. From Yosano was a pocket-size medical kit. “Since my ability doesn’t work on you, it’s good to have this.” From Fukuzawa, green tea powder. “For the good omen I got when you joined.” From Atsushi, a beautiful picture frame with a photo from Kyouka’s Welcome To the Agency Party of the whole group. Dazai breathed in deeply, memories of the last group photo he’d been in circling through his brain. Lastly was a custom-made notebook from Kunikida. On the first page were some instructions, but he didn’t read them. As he placed the book aside, the blonde man stiffened. “Ahem, if you’d mind, I’d like to meet with you sometime this week to go over what I put on that page so you can get a better understanding of the gift.” Wait, was he seriously taking time out of his schedule to spend time with himself, Dazai O-hecking-samu, to give a gift its full potential? It must be the apocalypse. “Alright, now the real fun starts now!” Yosano cried, and the rest of the group cheered. A strange feeling swirled in Dazai’s chest. Those gifts and had come from people he’d barely realized he’d touched. That was enough to make him happy for the time being. He’d worry about the past later. Right now, he was going to enjoy himself!

[inner-dreamscape]

Slender fingers plucked the taunt strings, wavering the vibrations with gentle brushes of the finger tips. The sound that came forth was a gentle and soothing melody. The hand movements were strong and elegant, confident in their playing, everything their master was not. If one were to look upon the master’s face, they would not think him capable of such beautiful music.

Chuuya could watch Dazai’s hands for hours if he were to play as long. But he forced his eyes closed to better absorb the singing notes. Like taking a dip in a cold refreshing mountain lake, he could feel his temper being seduced into nothing. The hostile energy that sometimes consumed his body was being suppressed by something as simple as the guqin.

Chuuya, every few days, would join his sister Kouyou in the meditation room as she played her guqin, Golden Demon. She would use that time to guide him into a more milder temper. Not a lot of people from their Sect could play the guqin, and none so skilled as Kouyou. She was famous in their region for it as well as her cultivation skills. She would host some recitals for their guests but more often than not, play for the towns folk and Port Sect disciples.

She tried teaching Chuuya how to play, thinking if the sound could help him simmer down then what would playing it achieve?  His ever-present rage and impatience didn’t translate well in the guqin’s gentle language. The notes were sharp and shrill, rough and on the edge of breaking. He was better suited to the dizi then he was to the zither.

As they grew older, and Kouyou left more and more to become honored guests at other Sects to practice her cultivation, Chuuya was left to handle his own rage. Playing the dizi only did so much and the calming tone just didn’t match that of the zither, especially if he was the one to produce the sound. So in taking his complaints, Kouyou asked the favor of one of her favored hosts to borrow their skilled guqin player.

Yosano agreed, and within a week, Kouyou had Dazai Osamu perfect the song – Sound of Lucidity. Now, every few days, Dazai would visit the Nakahara Sect to help quell Chuuya’s rage. Though this wasn’t always the case. The first few weeks brought a hinderance in the form of their child rivalry. Instead of suppressing the rage, seeing Dazai only built it up even more that when Dazai did manage to play, it wasn’t very effective.

They had both gone to the Fukuzawa Sect to learn cultivation as children. The Sect known by that of a wolf had a teacher that could turn any student into a promising cultivator no matter how meager the student was in the arts. Dazai, having been there longer, was one of the prized students along with his brother, Edogawa Ranpoe. It didn’t take long for Chuuya and Dazai to meet and decide within one second that they hated each other. Thus the famous rivalry developed on that day, only to be upstaged by another a few years later.

After hearing Dazai play once fully, and experiencing how No Longer Human could easily and superiorly suppress the calamity god Arahabaki trapped within him, Chuuya no longer put up too much of a protest. He even started to look forward to their little meetings.

Under the Port Sect leader’s suggestion, and Kouyou’s urging, they even began to cultivate together, forming the infamous feared duo, Soukoku. It the was perfect arrangement and Dazai the perfect partner for Chuuya. During battles, should Chuuya’s affliction ever become stimulated by the blood and death encountered, Dazai simply had to pull out No Longer Human, and in a few notes the god would be docile again.  

As the last note faded away, Chuuya came out from his thoughts. Dazai sat there, hands still poised over the silent strings, staring at him. The stare was intense, as if he was making sure that the guqin still worked after so many past successes.

To make sure that Chuuya was still irrevocably Chuuya.

With a huff, Chuuya stood from his spot.

“Let’s go Mackeral.”

Dazai did as he was told, placing No Longer Human back in it’s rightful place and followed his short partner out of the field of corpses.

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Sister – not blood related but by their sect., They’re part of the same cultivating Sect.

Brother – in this case is still not related, but by being once upon a time in the same Sect.

Another – shin soukoku

Guqin- A plucked 7 string Chinese instrument in the zither family. It’s what the musician in the video is playing.

Dizi- A Chinese traverse flute. Its played horizontal instead of vertical.

Zither- A class of stringed instruments.

No longer human is dazai’s guqin as Golden Demon is Kouyou’s. Chuuya’s dizi is For the Tainted Sorrow, of course. 

Got inspired by this song and by Mo Dao Zu Shi (you should go check this out)

[livesoffcoco]

So with the release of the first The Last Jedi trailer, I was thinking “What would it be like if the Bungou Stray Dogs world was actually in the Star Wars Universe”. So here goes my thoughts. I’m pretty proud of myself. It got kind of long though haha. If anyone wants to add any characters or add onto the already established characters go ahead. 

Dazai Osamu

Became a Sith Lord at a very young age under the tutelage of his master Mori Ougai. He is extremely gifted in mental manipulation and hypnosis through the Force, not being a big fighter with his lightsaber or hand to hand combat. Just like Mori, Dazai is gifted when it comes to strategy, having helped Mori take over dozens of planets. However, he becomes disillusioned with the Sith and defects with the help of a hired mercenary who had also been a part of the rebellion against the Sith empire, Oda Sakunosuke. That causes to be disastrous for Odasaku for as they are running away, Odasaku is killed. Because of this, Dazai walks the middle line and becomes a grey Jedi. 

Mori Ougai

The head of the Sith empire, Mori takes his job very seriously even though it sometimes appears otherwise. People have called him the epitome of evil; which he enjoys quite a bit. Just like his padawan Dazai, Mori leans towards strategy over physical fights. However unlike Dazai, Mori is very talented with his lightsaber. 

Nakahara Chuuya

Padawan to his master Kouyou Ozaki, Chuuya is unrivaled in hand to hand combat throughout the galaxy. HIs over powering Force energy helps quite a bit, throwing people off from his small size. He likes to beat the shit out of Dazai when he gets the chance. When Dazai leaves, Chuuya is quite upset at first considering they grew up in the temple together, but he then uses that energy and anger to become a better Sith Lord. 

Oda Sakunosuke

Odasaku, as Dazai came to call him, was a mercenary for hire. He traveled across the universe earning money by taking out hits on senators and the like. He was rivaled by none when it came to shooting a blaster. However, he despised fighting and violence. When he met Dazai, he saw something in the younger male that he had not seen before. The two became close friends in secrete since Dazai had to sneak out of the temple to meet with him. When he helped Dazai escape to the rebellion, Odasaku was killed. 

Fukuzawa Yukichi

Fukuzawa was a Jedi Knight before Order 66. When that was playing out, he was able to escape with his word, Ranpo Edogawa, a rising scholar. Once hidden away, he was contacted by the rebellion which he promptly joined. Because of that, he became sort of a figure head that actually ended up recruiting  many more rebels for the cause. 

Atsushi Nakajima

An orphan “born” on Tatooine, Atsushi meets a fleeing Dazai Osamu when he goes to flee from his own home. Dazai takes a liking to him because he can also feel the immense Force pressure within Atsushi. From there, the two of them end up with the rebellion. Atsushi is trained by Dazai. The “Jedi” is surprised to find out that Dazai had been a part of the rumored Sith. However Atsushi becomes strong and goes against a new rising Sith, Akutagawa Ryunosuke.

Kunikida Doppo

Kunikida was a scholar at the Jedi temple before Order 66. When that was taking place, he was saved considering he was not a Jedi himself. However, as the Sith Empire became stronger and stronger, so much so that it was interfering with his research, Kunikida fled and ended up with the rebellion where sometimes he regrets his decision when he has to deal with Dazai (who he does not know is a Sith. No one wants to tell Kunikida yet)