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A/N - I highly recommend that you press play on the song above and let it run throughout this chapter! ;)
"Doo doo doo doo," Dazai hummed melodiously under his breath as he strained against the cuffs that had chained him to the large, solid brick wall located in the middle of practically nowhere. He was in what appeared to be a starfish position against the wall; arms and legs restrained; dark hair matted and disheveled sticking to his forehead and falling over his chocolate brown eyes. His arms were raised on either side like he was welcoming someone with open arms. The metal cuffs were cold against his grazed flesh, and the smallest movements grated on his skin, his bloodied and bandaged wrists aching outrageously from the force of the binds. His singing voice was quite raspy and hoarse; the immeasurable amount of pain emanating from the gaping, bloody puncture on his left shoulder had surged throughout his wounded body, causing his breathing to become erratic and untimed, like his breath was running away from him somehow. This, however, did not stop the man from singing through the pain; it was how he coped during potentially dangerous situations that not even Dazai himself could possibly anticipate the outcome of. Dazai had many talents, but singing was definitely not one of them. "You can't do a double suicide all on your own, boom boom it takes two who don't wanna die, all alone~"
As he continued to sing, badly—he suddenly heard the sound of loud, leering footsteps coming down the stone staircase that had led into this grimy chamber; the sound of heavy footfalls accompanying Dazai's painfully comedic lyrics providing an equally as comedic background beat. Whoever was coming down the passageway leading into this dingy room was either large and heavily armed or a gang member who had considered themselves untouchable. While Dazai sunk into the shadows, this person had allowed their footsteps to echo off of each individual step, announcing their arrival to an audience of just one. Dazai smirked, it was only a small smirk, because he could never quite imagine needing such a grandiose gesture to assert his dominance. He preferred to sit back in the shadows, waiting, assessing. He was curious to see who had walked so fearlessly—but it certainly wasn't difficult to guess.
And his guess was proven to be correct, as always, when suddenly; a large, inhuman arm the colour of molten lava had shot out of the mysterious individual's body with an electrifying amount of lightning bolts zigzagging through it had wrapped its abnormally large fingers around Dazai's neck—immediately bringing his god awful singing to an abrupt halt. The fingers the size of an adult human body had tightened around Dazai's throat, causing Dazai's eyes to bulge out of their sockets. The ginormous fingers that could only be described as nightmarish were cutting off his air supply. One wrong move and his neck would have snapped.
Rashoumon.
There was only one significant person who could have possibly been the owner of such a destructive, horrific ability.
