"You've changed." I stare at the male in front of me. He returns my look with a small smirk, "Haven't you?" I sigh and cross my arms. I don't really want to deal with this today but nevermind that. It was my job today to guard this area of the mafia. How the fuck did the guards not notice him get in? Then again.... We are talking about him. "Of course I have. I've gotten stronger though. You... well you've gotten softer." He chuckles softly "and here I thought you liked when I was soft." "You wish." Dazai sighs, "Well of course I wish a beautiful person like yourself would like seeing me like that!" I shake my head. "You can dream... actually don't that's weird.... Anyway... leave before I have to kill you. Actually, you'd like that." He laughs, "My dream is to commit a clean suicide with a beautiful lady. Even if it wasn't if I can't kill myself... which so far I haven't been able to," He frowns a bit when he says that, "then I doubt you can kill me (y/n)~" "Have you even really tried?" He only laughs and pats my head. Bad move. I quickly take my gun out of its holster and point it at his chest, right where his heart would be if he had one. Which he probably doesn't. "Don't fucking test me Dazai." He takes his hand away with a sad sarcastic sigh. "You really have changed... you haven't gotten stronger though and that's the... sad... truth." I can tell he doesn't mean that it's sad by the tone he used. "You have become more sheltered though. It seems that you're an executive now too. Congratulations... even though that is something you shouldn't be congratulated for." "I have become stronger. Everyone at the mafia knows it. They-" I'm cut off by Dazai starting to speak, "Do they? Or are they pretending to make you feel better?" I shake my head, "I don't think everyone at the mafia would be pretending for someone as simple as me." He laughs a bit, "Are you sure it wasn't because they didn't want another one of their useful toys leaving?" I purse my lips. "I'm not a fucking toy. I work for the mafia because I want to. I am positive they aren't using me." Dazai smirks a bit more, "Who said they were using you? Alright then though... I'll take my leave for now." The man whistles softly as he exits the building. I sigh and put my gun away. I should have just fucking shot him. Hopefully, Chūya wouldn't find out I let Dazai getaway perfectly unharmed. Next time he wouldn't though... no matter what he would say to me.
(Short, yes I know. The chapters will range in length depending on how much I write on paper that day.)
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Too young to die (Bungo Stray Dogs fanfic) (They/Them pronouns used)
Fanfiction(Y/n) isn't just some simple person that cowers in fear at the first breath of danger. They run towards danger with a smile on their face. They get excited over simple tasks they get at the mafia. That's right... they're a port mafia executive. They...
