Redemption | Chuuya x Reader x Dazai |

Old habits -12

A doll sat on a throne of bones. Its beady eyes were dull of any remorse or life. Its arms stiff and clasped neatly on its lap. The smooth silky (h/c) locks of hair placed over its shoulders. The doll's hands were crimson. The soothing color of pain. Screams echoed from the void of crimson under the throne. Miles down from the stack of bones. The doll's eyes dripped the crimson color. It pelted into the ocean below it. The doll could not move. The screams echoed in a symphony. So many different pitches and sounds all tying together. Cries of help and pleas for mercy.

One scream stood out among the rest. Their pained shouts screamed out louder than any of the others. Louder than the two adults who stood a permanent pain. Louder than the crushing sound of bones on pavement. He stepped forward trying to crawl the bones. The doll heard its name over and over but never answered. Its head unable to move from its position. Its eyes could not move either. The doll sat and watched him be pulled under the crimson liquid over, and over. Watched him come up gasping for air with screams. The crimson from its eyes would fall faster as it attempted to reach for him. The screams of those the doll had hurt.

Bolting up (Y/n) gasped for air holding her throat as she coughed. Grabbing her shaking body, she looked around and shook her head. Standing up, she walked to her kitchen. Slamming the cabinets beneath her sink open, she fumbled around for something stronger than the wine. Grabbing the first bottle of liquor she could find, she grabbed a glass, knocking it to the floor, she glared, cursing herself. She slammed her hand on the table. Trying to steady her breaths, she constantly shook her head. "Shut up, shut up," she whispered to herself holding her head. The screams continued to echo in her head. The slurs, the insults, all the things the voices said were beyond true.

Lifeless doll,

Murderer,

Monster,

Heart-less,

Emotionless,

Inhuman,

Insane,

Crazy,

Heartless bitch,

Puppet,

Grim reaper,

Numb.

"Leave me alone, damn it!" she hit the back of her head with her hand lightly. Gripping the counter, she scurried around the cabinets. "I'm not insane. Damn it, just leave me alone." she cried out as her hands grabbed the bottle opener. She popped the cork from the bottle before pulling the bottle to her lips. She hesitated before setting it down.

Let go

Maybe she should just let go. She hadn't let herself be free since the night Dazai had found her. If that even counted as letting go. "If they knew how messed up I was, do you think they would kick me out of the agency?" she chuckled to herself.

"Yeah, they probably would." she laughed before grabbing the handle of her door and twisting it. Still in the clothes she wore last night, she walked down the streets. "Dazai must have brought me home after our little chat." The sky was still dark. The stars glimmered in the peaceful whisper of night. Her feet carried her through the town. She didn't notice how her feet carried her to that rundown street. The place she used to live. Disgust filled her as the cries of years past echoed in her head.

"Ungrateful brat!"

"Why do you even exist!?"

"Your father would love me if you had never been born."

"Your mother's such a whore. She should have abandoned you."

The street was active at night. The smell of alcohol, sex, and drugs filling the female's nostrils. Shouts and breaking glass echoed in her ears as she sighed. Taking a turn down a darker alley, she looked to the wall. There were always a few papers hung around here and there. They went up at night and fell during the day. People wanted others dead. To avoid being pursued by cops, people put the papers up and took them down just before dawn. Studying the picture, she took it down with a sigh.

It was relatively easy to find the person. Her old habits are hard to kill when, in the darker points of her mind, these habits are unbreakable. It's a comfort, to show herself she can control things around her. Not everything is out of her grasp. She isn't a doll for somebody to play with and control. The said target lay passed out, a scatter of gems lying just outside their pocket. Disgusted with the stench of filth, she removed her glove and tapped their neck. She sat and waited a few quick moments before sliding her glove back onto her hand. They looked no different from before she had used her ability. She had pulled them several years in time. Time had tugged them back with a hundredth of a second. That force sucked their life dry. Their physical appearance would be fine, but they would never breathe again. Exhaling, she piled the gems into her bag and dialed around a number on a payphone nearby. She was allowed to keep the gems. In all honesty, she couldn't care less about the money. The only thing she had wanted was to stop the voices in her head. This had done just that.

Slipping inside her apartment, she stretched and walked back to her bed. Sliding her heels off and dropping into the sheets, she curled up. Drifting into an empty sleep, she woke to her alarm the next morning. Humming to herself, she cleaned the glass from the other night. She dressed for work with a smile. She looked into the mirror and twirled lightly. "Good morning," she called out to herself. Busying herself, she pulled out a box and grabbed the earrings she had swiped last night. "Ah, probably not a good idea. I should get them adjusted a bit, so they aren't recognizable." snickering to herself, she placed the gem back into the box. Grabbing a broach from her time in London, she fastened it to her dress's collar. The ruby glimmered with the surrounding diamond studs. A red crescent ruby moon outlined in silver diamond studs. The jewels had been recut and adjusted to be more unique than its original piece.

Her feet lightly walked over the pavement until she was at the doorstep of the agency. Stopping at the cafe for a tea, she added it to her tab. Finishing the cup, she walked into the office.

"You seem jittery this morning." Kunikida grumbled from his working position. He sat looking over a file and entering things into his computer on occasion.

"I had a lovely night with Dazai last night. I suppose that's why I'm a bit on the joyful side." she giggled as she took a seat at her desk.

~

As usual, Dazai came in late. This time he seemed rather excited. (Y/n) was sipping on another cup of tea as her finger clicked over her keyboard. Entering in reports and editing things from the past week. "You won't believe what I found out today, Kunikida!", ignoring the brunette, the blond continued to work. "An assassin group came all the way from London! They specialize in poisons! Do you think they'll have a poison to aid in a sweet and painless suicide?" Dazai put his hands to his chest, but his eyes were awaiting a certain female's reaction. "Apparently London called their most valuable member poisoned time. Their entire group was London's poison."

Like a lifeless doll, the female froze, her cup slipping from her fingers. The china shattering as she nearly choked on her tea. The few moments of peace she had quickly fell as her eyes shrank and shook. "Something wrong (Y/n)?"

Yes, there was something very, very, very wrong.