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“[He] knew he was a different person when drunk. Told that he had behaved wildly the night before, he would become embarrassed and fall back upon a commonplace lie: he had been so drunk last night it seemed only a dream. In fact he clearly remembered whether he had danced or had napped. Still, last night was not today, and that [self] was different from this one. But which of them was the real one he wasn’t at all certain. … The Roman god Janus had two faces, and no one knew which was real. [His] was a similar case.”

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Akutagawa Ryūnosuke, “The Clown’s Mask” from Akutagawa and Dazai: Instances of Literary Adaptation

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we all know about astrology lesbians, but i'd like to submit for your consideration: mbti bisexuals

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Just Medicine (1)

A/N: So basically I had the idea in my head and decided to just make it a whole story. I haven't done fanfics in a while so I don't know how this will turn out.

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You have been recently admitted patient in a psychiatric ward for ability users. You've been bored this whole time till one day someone gets admitted to the facility you are in. This person happens to be peculiar and catches your attention first glance. What you didn't think about was the fact that he was interested in you too.

Trigger warning: Mention of suicide (from both parties), mental health facilities, nihilism. Probably spelling mistakes because I am sleep deprived. fem y/n

Themes: Romance, fluff, a bit of suspense I think and at some point smut later on in the series if you like it.

White. I am always welcomed by white mornings when I open my eyes. It is rather inevitable, I am, after all, in a psychiatric facility. I am not particularly bothered by it, in fact, I let myself be put here in order to bring some peace of mind to my family. My condition has “worsened” (for lack of words) with the pass of time. I became more reckless and apathetic, little by little I stopped talking to people and just like that, for the lack of interactions I had made myself isolate enough to lose appetite and care not about physical pain or self-care. The people around me would describe me as cold or “walking corpse”, I find it funny; But then again, I can assure I have lost my sense of rationality and anything that comes out of my mouth is shamelessly blunt and/or preoccupying. Now THAT takes us where I am now. My big mouth just kept talking about suicide and how fascinated I am about it and the ways your body will end functioning. The more I talked about it, the more I “experimented” with it... Get the gist?

Not the first time I have been institutionalised, but now it was different. I got admitted into an special ability users psych ward. Didn’t know this places existed; I am aware that people with abilities have many things wrong with them but a facility? That much I didn’t know. My ability? its called Sasayaki (囁き), you could say he is like an imaginary friend... but with some extra abilities that made doctors realise I wasn’t schizo but rather gifted. My parent’s finances are good, hence why this is one of the best facilities out there. I’ve met some important people here, including people like the prime minister’s cousin and actual celebrities; But none of them are interesting... they fear death, they scape it and hence don’t discuss it. We are here to get help, so that makes me the only psycho in a help facility discussing their (other patients) inner demons with an outrageous smile on my face. Truly a tragedy for them, and for me since I get eventually bored... Until a couple of days ago.

I am telling you, I meet all kinds of people here, and the other day the Armed Detective Agency admitted one of their detectives here. Wouldn’t it be funny if a Port Mafia ability user got admitted here too? That would make a hell of a show! But there was something odd with this detective, though handcuffed and scolded, he would always smile and laugh. He was linked to an IV and also covered in bandages from head to toe; God knows what he was getting in his system, surely something strong enough to make him happy and drowsy, morphine maybe?. We are not permitted to use our abilities here, but Sasayaki isn’t a combat ability, its rather a psychic one so I am not a menace to anyone but those who approach me for more than just friendly banter.

The other day, I got sent to the special unit because I kept saying things that make no sense for both the other people AND my therapist. This was an isolated place meant to shut you up somehow. When I got in I was greeted by the detective with a huge smile on his face. I didn’t reciprocated it since I was more focused on the fact that I was brought here to be quiet and yet got paired with someone else. Sasayaki started acting up, kept whispering to me and stood next to the detective and just kept watching him without any type of expression... unusual but interesting. The susurrus were subtle but I didn’t ignore them.

“You two will be here for one day, since you have the same kind of treatment and we are out of other units. Try to get along, yeah?”

The nurse left the room, and I was alone with this unusual individual.

“Finally, I’ve been locked up with a beautiful lady willing to take her own life!”

I just glanced at him for a bit and then he continued speaking

“Oh my apologies, where are my manners. My name is Dazai. Dazai Osamu”

He extends his hand, now uncuffed, inviting me for a handshake. I shake his hand and utter surprise covers my face. I don’t hear anything, Sasayaki just stopped whispering, he halted his lullaby and vanish simultaneously. I look at the detective with my now wide eyes and just see his smile, the same one he had when I first came in.

“You truly are an interesting individual” I say out of reflex

He looks at me with surprise, to then close his eyes and smile again cocking his face to the side “You flatter me, I knew you were analysing me, which makes this encounter of ours more exhilarating, don’t you think?”

He is sharp. Was he pretending to be drowsy when he first step into this facility? I barely looked at him when he walked in but I would be lying if I said he was err about my interest and curiosity towards him.

When our hands separated, Sasayaki was back, but now he was sitting on the corner of the respectably spaced room, quiet. Why?

“What's your name?” He asked, walking around the room, now analysing me himself. He studied my figure, my facial expressions, any sort of display of emotion or motives. This was mutual, apprehensiveness.

I shrugged my shoulders and sat in the middle of the room. legs stretched and head effortlessly thrown to the back, eyes opened and blank stare to the ceiling.

“y/n” I say while looking at the white ceiling that I am more than used to waking up to. He keeps looking at me with mere curiosity. Then looks away and says:

“Mmmh, You are smart”

“Mmh?” I hum turning my head towards him.

“You choose wisely how to act with strangers. Rarely do I find people I find difficult to read” He said that with a certain sense of melancholy that didn’t match the many smiles and smirks and giggles he’s been showing the whole time. This just sparked more curiosity about him.

“You do too, but I am not surprised at that. You are a detective after all. I believe that if you lacked that ability your job would be painfully challenging, am I wrong?”

He looks at me with a smile, and then sat on the other side of them room, closer to Sasayaki, whom didn’t move.

“You are certainly right! You fail to bore me” he stops, now looking at the ceiling just like I was doing before “This is going to be an interesting day”

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A/N: I don't know how to use tumblr, bare with me. lmk if you want more (or not) or if its too much.

Sasayaki is an ability I created based on a writing I did years ago. Here I leave a little description of him said in y/n's perspective and mine (Me, y/n ):

Sasayaki is based on a little abstract I wrote a while ago about death being someone/something that will whisper things in my ear that would enchant me into getting closer to it. It wasn’t a bad one, but rather a weird sort of playful relationship that would end up in my eventual mental decay, considering I fall in the small gap of people that take advantage of agony and make it something I like. Hence why Sasayaki is a susurrus that whispers things in my head when someone with ulterior motives approaches me. Its like a 6th sense that would ,in the case of danger, manifest and “beckon me” somewhere away.

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ESOTERIC | DAZAI O.

wc: 1.7k // genre: hurt/comfort

warnings: hints of depersonalization/dissociation

notes: this genre is called “pulled out of my ass” now here, eat it. have fun and hopefully fall to your knees with a sob. it’s 5am i haven’t slept and my cat keeps kneading my butt.

dazai has a habit of breathing.

but not in a way the average person would. he often breaths too much. or too little. it's a ritual he's picked up-only when he's bored. lifeless. maybe he can take back the lifelessness he's been feeling. just maybe.

sometimes he breathes too fast, to the point where his chest is heaving, mind is racing, nose is burning. other times he breathes so unbearably slow and quietly that his chest feels stuck. he can sense his heartbeat in his brain, thumping gradually every few seconds like a soapy bubble popping in his mind.

come to think of it, how long has he been sitting plopped down on this mat? licking his lips, he moves his arm up from the space beside him. there's a few pinkish marks and dents on his skin, the kind you get on the side of your face when you wake up from a good nap.

come to think of it, how long has he been sitting plopped down on this mat? licking his lips, he moves his arm up from the space beside him. there's a few pinkish marks and dents on his skin, the kind you get on the side of your face when you wake up from a good nap.

except dazai hasn't slept. he has just been sitting. sitting and sitting and has laid down and has been sitting some more.

"i've been doing some thinking." a voice breaks him out of the consuming hazy thought.

a gentle hand appears on his hair, ruffling the top of his head, causing the brunette to flick open his eyes and take a deep breath in. he already knows who it is judging by the familiar scent and touch.

dazai takes a glance at you from the corner of his eyes. "thinking? what kind of thinking?"

"lots." you sigh, plopping yourself down next to him. the sun rays from the window spray shadows across the room, sunlight seeping into dazai's chocolate mop of hair. "lots of thinking."

he chuckles, trying not to sound too tired. doesn't matter if it's anyone else in the world who looks at him with disgrace if he does—he will never sound worn out to see you.

dazai raises his brows a bit before looking down at his lap. fingers melodically tapping on your thigh as if you're a piano, he smiles. "can't keep me waiting forever. care to share?"

you don't hesitate to speak. he's always liked that about you. you've always told him every thought that's crossed your mind. though, not to anyone else. a childish, petty part of him likes that. he relishes to the fact that he's your only one.

"yes, actually. i've been thinking about how..." you lean your head back on the wall, criss-crossing your feet. "we've both lost many people."

dazai observes his hands. his cuticles are astonishingly not destroyed. smooth and pale, a hint of pink blushed over his knuckles.

many? has he lost many people? is it even alright to think of it as more than one? perhaps there could've many others who had potential to be lost to him. but it's too late for that. he has killed more people than he has lost.

dazai's eyes avert from your figure for a split second. "mhm...we have." he mumbles in a lethargic tone.

"why is loss suddenly on your mind?"

you shrug your shoulders. “i've never seen you cry."

he blinks his eyes in slight surprise. the mere question makes him want to explode in laughter.

a moment of silence goes by before a humorous chuckle can't help but fly through his lips. "i've got no reason to cry. life is good. so good. you know that barista at the coffee shop? she gave me a business card for another shop down the street! can you believe it?! i'm honestly so sure she's in love with me..."

"dazai, i'm pretty sure she gave you that coupon so you can go eat and not pay somewhere else."

he laughs through his nose, leaning back on the blanket pushed up against the wall. soft loose strands of hair fall away from his eyes. "perhaps you are correct."

"back to the point." you take a glance at the brunette, eyeing his hand on your thigh. once in a while he offers a comforting squeeze. but it's more for him than you.

"i've never seen you cry. you've never seen me cry. i have a great idea, i think we should both just start hysterically sobbing, like, right now."

dazai makes a face, pouting out his lips with a blank stare. "i think you've gone a little mad. too much day drinking? and without me?" he snorts.

you flick his nose, to which he shoots you a face extorted with mischief and bites your finger. nose immediately scrunching up, you stifle a smirk. "what are you? a cat?" the brunette shortly laughs, a glimmer of his teeth appearing. his mouth holds the ghost of a smile. "meow."

when was the last time he had cried? even as a child, he remembers almost everything but crying.

in spite of that, for some reason he can still sense that familiar aching feeling of sniffling in the darkness, breathing through his mouth because his nose is clogged and watery, eyes glossed and blurry, lids tired and burning, the cold breeze collapsing in his lungs, and the dazed, solidifying feeling in his bones.

words die down and the room suddenly grows quieter now, except for the deadened buzzing of the fan. your eyes fix on the way the wings spin around.

around and around and around. it's not long before you zone out.

the space between you and dazai seems to have shrunk, even though neither of you have moved an inch. you think dazai has a way of doing that, perhaps unintentionally. to most, it would seem the closer he is, the further he gets. to you, dazai has always been near, regardless he realizes or not.

"i think i have gone mad, actually." you take a deep breath in, enough air for it to push tight against your chest and blink you awake. dazai's head falls against your shoulder. there's still a faint smile painted on his face.

he knows he cannot, no matter how hard he tries—but he often thinks about going insane. completely and utterly psychotic, liberatingly demented, horrifyingly deranged, hysterically unhinged to the point where his eyes gush out all the poisoned blood he's ever drunk in his life like an exploding waterfall.

what a phenomenon that would be...

after all, everyone must reach their breaking point. or else how will they go insane? how will they feel their heart break a thousand times and their brain tear open and hear their own scream?

"one must go mad to captivate madness." the smooth gentleness in his voice whispers out words that seem to slither inside your brain spreading a chill within.

"something truly hilarious happened today," the brunette suddenly clears his throat, adjusting his posture to no longer slouch.

he chuckles. "while changing my bandages, i caught a reflection of myself in the mirror. and when i tell you—i could not stop staring! perhaps i was captured by my own beauty, but it rather distracted me to the point where i began hearing squeaking along the floor..."

you raise an eyebrow. “squeaking? like someone walking around the bathroom?"

"yes, absolutely." his eyes widen. "it's humorous because once i checked the time, five minutes had already passed by, which meant i was staring at myself for that long. looking down, i realized i was the one shifting my feet against the floor."

"so you thought it was someone else?"

"precisely. for a second i was nervous. i thought it was you, but i couldn't detect your scent." he taps a finger on his chin, as if thinking back to the situation.

it was a silly relief that had washed over him when he had realized he had startled himself. moments quite like this had happened before.

split seconds brimming with substance where one look at his reflection causes him to stop, stare, and disappear. he's not sure where he goes except that his mind is no longer with his body and his body is no longer with his mind.

it's a silly feeling. so silly he's truthfully alarmed himself to the point where a thick gulp of wariness passes down his throat. sometimes he thinks it's an ability user that's doing this to him. then he laughs. he knows it's himself.

blinking away the burn in his eyes, he turns his face to the side to gaze at you. for a few moments the tips of your noses nudge and dazai shoots a dazed smile. his eyes seem cloudier than usual, a certain spark deafening itself once again.

“hey, you're cute.” he murmurs, fighting the urge to shut his heavy eyelids. you brush away stray pieces of his hair, tucking some behind his ear. "you should take a look in the mirror."

fighting exhaustion, he grins. "already have. boring. i'd rather look at you." he sways your head to his neck, wrapping a loose arm around your shoulders. a glimmer of shock appears in your eyes, cartwheels already erupting in your stomach.

"...you've never been affectionate like this before."

"whatever do you mean?" he hums, rubbing his eyes. he doesn't know what comes over him sometimes when he's with you, honestly. without a second thought, the brunette flops his head down on your lap.

raising your brows, a chuckle airs out your mouth when his hair tickles your skin. you run a hand through his loose curls, scratching the back of his nape. "rest, dazai."

he yawns, folding his knees like a child. slender body suddenly seeming almost bigger than it actually is. curling up into a ball with his head on your lap and arms cupped around his elbows, dazai breathes for a moment.

you lean down a bit to press a kiss to his temple. the urge to cry has never been existent for as long as he can remember. so foreign it has become almost unknown. but for some reason he finds the back of his eyes flaring and his throat beautifully closing up.

he snorts to himself. perhaps it is allergies.

he takes another breath. this time it's not too fast and not too slow.

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Mirror

He longed for someone to share his last breath with. He longed for it so long that he, somehow, forgot how much his heart meant those words; Until he was challenged to decide what he wanted his heart to make out of those newfound emotions.

He didn’t know what to feel about you, and how unfortunately similar you both were.

Warnings: its Dazai, suicide and death come as a package with him.

Genre: Fluff and a little bit of angst.

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Scents colouring his mind were the ones that you gave him when passing next to him. You were dangerous. You brought to light emotions he decided to forget; Because Dazai knows that whenever he achieved or got anything he ever wanted or desired, it was going to be taken away from him. Dazai lost the potential to see the world in a way that made sense to rational people and ethical rules. He knew he had decided to live a life of bloodlust, pain and betrayal in order to be able to understand the mere concept of being alive. Pain, cruelty, and sorrow certainly made him detached and showed him how unethical a common human being can become when exposed to extreme situations. Yes, he knew this side, he knew how to suffer but strongly lacked the other most powerful feeling the human psyche has, love.

You certainly are the most frightening thing Dazai has. Both suicidal romantics, death became something so common between the two of you that saying you added bleach to your morning coffee was a kind “good morning”. Death was appealing, some mornings you would have the strong desire to ease your mind, absolutely shut it down, but instead you wrote. Thats how Dazai found you; You were a small growing novelist. Your works weren’t bright in the minimum, the contrary, your works were the epitome of mental anguish. But even though they referred to your death wish, words sounded beautiful. That is why he fell in love with you, because you were able to make sadness beautiful, just like the way he wanted to leave this world. Understanding such world that’s been alienating him made him curious like a cat, and so he flirted and flirted and flirted and when you least expected it his lips were kissing your neck, both of you radiating heat, both as equally thirsty from one another. Though you both wished for death, feeling each other was the one thing that reminded you that you both were alive. Having his slender fingers trace your curves, analysing areas he already knew back and forth, giving you chills when his fingers enticingly went from your stomach up to your chin to then be greeted by a flustered face that had a satisfactory smirk and looked at you with the most loving eyes you could ever try to describe in words. It was no news that Dazai is attractive, but having his lips pressed against yours, feeling his breathing in your neck. Mutually making your hearts beat faster of pleasure. Dazai is attractive and he was yours.

Suicidal romantics, despite of love, they stay suicidal. Though Dazai and you were being intimate, you could never erase the trauma, the flashbacks and the ache you had by the mere concept of being alive. You knew you were going to lose everything, but you also knew you didn’t want to go trough the effort of getting over someone else’s death.The last couple of days, waking up next to Dazai was a reason to keep breathing, at least for a little. The normal suicide method conversations passed from being playful, to sound more real than they already were. He was concerned, Dazai was in pain because he knew exactly how you were feeling. He was annoyed because he knew he couldn’t do anything about it, and he hated himself for not being able to say “life is worth living, stay” when both you and him knew he didn’t believe in that, and neither did you.

Though Dazai was in a constant state of concern, he would also stop for a second and appreciate you. Sadness was the reason you found each other, sadness was the reason you both had good chemistry, and sadness is the way you could be yourself. Trying to take that from you just to make himself at ease felt selfish to him. But even so, he stayed. No matter how deep your feelings towards death were, Dazai loved the simple fact that you didn’t left him alone in this world, and instead continued to make your blood ink to spread thorough words.

“Is it bad that it is hard for me to remember when was the last time I enjoyed life?”

You said while you two sat on the roof of the agency dorms at night.

“Not at all” he chuckled

You stroked his cheek with tender affection. It was cold. He placed his hand over yours and started to play with your fingers. You laughed at the childish act. Until he broke the silence.

“I do”

As he said that he stopped playing with your fingers and instead pulled you closer to him. His hand was over your, now flushed, cheeks. And both your noses were poking each other. You appreciated the serene silence of the night, you could only hear Dazai breathing. He then pulled you towards his chest and hugged you in a way he hasn’t before.

“I do remember when was the last time I enjoyed life”

You stayed quiet, faintly hearing his heart, steadily beating against his chest.

“Ever since the day I met you, my life has been worth living.”

Now you understood. He was holding you in a way that seemed like you could turn into thin vapour and disappear.

“Little by little I’ve started to enjoy every bit of it. Specially if is a moment between the two of us. You make the daily struggles worth it.”

He raised your chin with his hand and placed a sudden but warm kiss in your chapped lips. You felt him smile against your mouth and without distancing himself from your face, with his eyes closed, he whispered.

“Its you. You are your most beautifully written tragedy. And I am part of it, till you have no ink to write with”

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I still don’t know how to use tumblr, so bare with me.

Let me know what you think.

Till next time.

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“Ah, that’s when it happened. From the barracks behind me came the faint sound of someone driving a nail. Perhaps the biblical phrase describes what I felt then - And the scales fell from my eyes. Both the pathos and glory of military life disappeared in an instant. I felt utterly listless and indifferent, as though I had been released from a spell. I gazed across a sand field in the summer noon without any feeling whatsoever…. The faint and distant sound of hammering was like a miracle, stripping me of every materialistic illusion. Never again would I become intoxicated by that nightmare with its so-called pathos and glory. And yet, that tiny sound must have resonated in my brain. For, ever since that day, I have become like one subject to ugly and bizarre epileptic fits.”

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Dazai Osamu, “The Sound of Hammering” from Crackling Mountain and Other Stories

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“Sorrowful songs are the salvation of sorrow-filled hearts.”

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Dazai Osamu, “Lanterns of Romance” from Blue Bamboo and Other Stories

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Little Million Reasons

Dazai's thoughts about being with you.

Slowly waking up next to you. Seeing your soft face dreaming of things you will tell me about later, things that make you happy and sad. I love seeing your peaceful face breathing slowly, absorbing every little particle of air. Looking at you makes me desperate to see you wake up, for when you wake up you share that smile of yours; You show me that small, faint, sleepy smile that I waste no time to kiss. I waste no time to taste your lips, the symbol of my affection, of my love. There’s a little million reasons of why I would never let go of your hand, million reasons for why I fear you will slip through my fingers to never come back. Oh, how many million reasons I have to compliment your mind, your strength, your body... The million reasons why I thank you for sharing what you are with me, for letting me in, letting me see you in your lows and letting me put you back together like you do with me. Seeing you prompts me to stop longing for death. Because of you I ought to, even, live forever.

There are a million little reasons why I would always let you rest your head against my chest and let you hear my speeding heartbeat when you play with my hair, let you hear how you bring life to me, to an idiot ghost that has lost sight of a future. But not anymore, because I will try to write down our story together. And I am pretty sure that by the time I get to write about how I feel about you, I will run out of ink. Recording your perfect imperfections in my memory, savouring them all to then wish to live them again, and again and again.

Y/N, I will gladly run out of life, as long as you are with me.

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Analysing you

A/N: So basically I had the idea in my head and decided to just make it a whole story. I haven't done fanfics in a while so I don't know how this will turn out.

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Rin is a recently admitted patient in a psychiatric ward for ability users. She's been bored this whole time till one day someone gets admitted to the facility she's in. This person happens to be peculiar and catches her attention first glance. What she didn't think about was the fact that he was interested in her too.

Trigger warning: Mention of suicide (from both parties), mental health facilities, nihilism. Probably spelling mistakes because I am sleep deprived.

Themes: Romance, fluff, a bit of suspense I think and at some point smut later on in the series if you like it.

White. I am always welcomed by white mornings when I open my eyes. It is rather inevitable, I am, after all, in a psychiatric facility. I am not particularly bothered by it, in fact, I let myself be put here in order to bring some peace of mind to my family. My condition has “worsened” (for lack of words) with the pass of time. I became more reckless and apathetic, little by little I stopped talking to people and just like that, for the lack of interactions I had made myself isolate enough to lose appetite and care not about physical pain or self-care. The people around me would describe me as cold or “walking corpse”, I find it funny; But then again, I can assure I have lost my sense of rationality and anything that comes out of my mouth is shamelessly blunt and/or preoccupying. Now THAT takes us where I am now. My big mouth just kept talking about suicide and how fascinated I am about it and the ways your body will end functioning. The more I talked about it, the more I “experimented” with it... Get the gist?

Not the first time I have been institutionalised, but now it was different. I got admitted into an special ability users psych ward. Didn’t know this places existed; I am aware that people with abilities have many things wrong with them but a facility? That much I didn’t know. My ability? its called Sasayaki (囁き), you could say he is like an imaginary friend... but with some extra abilities that made doctors realise I wasn’t schizo but rather gifted. My parent’s finances are good, hence why this is one of the best facilities out there. I’ve met some important people here, including people like the prime minister’s cousin and actual celebrities; But none of them are interesting... they fear death, they scape it and hence don’t discuss it. We are here to get help, so that makes me the only psycho in a help facility discussing their (other patients) inner demons with an outrageous smile on my face. Truly a tragedy for them, and for me since I get eventually bored... Until a couple of days ago.

I am telling you, I meet all kinds of people here, and the other day the Armed Detective Agency admitted one of their detectives here. Wouldn’t it be funny if a Port Mafia ability user got admitted here too? That would make a hell of a show! But there was something odd with this detective, though handcuffed and scolded, he would always smile and laugh. He was linked to an IV and also covered in bandages from head to toe; God knows what he was getting in his system, surely something strong enough to make him happy and drowsy, morphine maybe?. We are not permitted to use our abilities here, but Sasayaki isn’t a combat ability, its rather a psychic one so I am not a menace to anyone but those who approach me for more than just friendly banter.

The other day, I got sent to the special unit because I kept saying things that make no sense for both the other people AND my therapist. This was an isolated place meant to shut you up somehow. When I got in I was greeted by the detective with a huge smile on his face. I didn’t reciprocated it since I was more focused on the fact that I was brought here to be quiet and yet got paired with someone else. Sasayaki started acting up, kept whispering to me and stood next to the detective and just kept watching him without any type of expression... unusual but interesting. The susurrus were subtle but I didn’t ignore them.

“You two will be here for one day, since you have the same kind of treatment and we are out of other units. Try to get along, yeah?”

The nurse left the room, and I was alone with this unusual individual.

“Finally, I’ve been locked up with a beautiful lady willing to take her own life!”

I just glanced at him for a bit and then he continued speaking

“Oh my apologies, where are my manners. My name is Dazai. Dazai Osamu”

He extends his hand, now uncuffed, inviting me for a handshake. I shake his hand and utter surprise covers my face. I don’t hear anything, Sasayaki just stopped whispering, he halted his lullaby and vanish simultaneously. I look at the detective with my now wide eyes and just see his smile, the same one he had when I first came in.

“You truly are an interesting individual” I say out of reflex

He looks at me with surprise, to then close his eyes and smile again cocking his face to the side “You flatter me, I knew you were analysing me, which makes this encounter of ours more exhilarating, don’t you think?”

He is sharp. Was he pretending to be drowsy when he first step into this facility? I barely looked at him when he walked in but I would be lying if I said he was err about my interest and curiosity towards him.

When our hands separated, Sasayaki was back, but now he was sitting on the corner of the respectably spaced room, quiet. Why?

“Whats your name?” He asked, walking around the room, now analysing me himself. He studied my figure, my facial expressions, any sort of display of emotion or motives. This was mutual, apprehensiveness.

I shrugged my shoulders and sat in the middle of the room. legs stretched and head effortlessly thrown to the back, eyes opened and blank stare to the ceiling.

“Rin” I say while looking at the white ceiling that I am more than used to waking up to. He keeps looking at me with mere curiosity. Then looks away and says:

“Mmmh, You are smart”

“Mmh?” I hum turning my head towards him.

“You choose wisely how to act with strangers. Rarely do I find people I find difficult to read” He said that with a certain sense of melancholy that didn’t match the many smiles and smirks and giggles he’s been showing the whole time. This just sparked more curiosity about him.

“You do too, but I am not surprised at that. You are a detective after all. I believe that if you lacked that ability your job would be painfully challenging, am I wrong?”

He looks at me with a smile, and then sat on the other side of them room, closer to Sasayaki, whom didn’t move.

“You are certainly right! You fail to bore me” he stops, now looking at the ceiling just like I was doing before “This is going to be an interesting day”

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A/N: I don't know how to use tumblr, bare with me. lmk if you want more (or not) or if its too much.

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Upon the Tainted Sorrow, nowhere to belong, the sun sets...

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to all the fic writers out there who have made 2021 bearable and have given us all countless hours of happiness and escapism, thank you so much

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Fyodor, setting down a card: Ace of spades Nikolai, pulling out an Uno card: +4 Kamui, pulling out a Pokémon card: Jolteon, I choose you Sigma, trembling: What are we playing

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He was smiling

Because he knew that Oda would finally write his book

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