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.unfortunate|Dazai

If fate was to work properly, they wouldn't have met. If the circumstances hadn't generously mixed up, he'd leave right after finding out the Port Mafia captured the wrong person. If only Kunikida hadn't persuaded him into going in, he wouldn't get caught up in a fight with over a dozen of people with undoubtedly shady intentions, and in the process, he wouldn't have gotten smacked upside head with a pipe by the very same person he generously decided to save. And if...

So many 'if-s' but wasn't this how the red string of fate worked?

On the day Dazai met the unluckiest girl; he hadn't yet known about her rare gift of getting herself into every possible form of trouble, just as she hadn't known about his peculiar tendencies. Maybe if either of them knew about the other, things would have turned out differently, yet to Dazai, it wasn't that simple; looking back, he knew it all came down to this.

Later on (F/N) told him about her bizarre condition, about every single time she ended up on the figurative cold ground by the cause of that unforgiving force from above not only had abandoned her but also actively had been working on bringing her down; she truly wasn't the most fortunate in the world.

However with all her bad luck she wasn't completely clueless, and in that naivety of hers Dazai found a unique truth; the girl wasn't unlucky. No. Only pure to the point everyone around her deemed it fit to take advantage of her. None of the things she said, were pointless, and Dazai genuinely believed everything she told him as it was he who her fate had brought to her of all people. Yet another misfortune.

So keeping that in mind, for the first time in a while Dazai had found the reason to procrastinate the meeting with his maker. More forced than of his own will, nevertheless, the date had started to slip away as he'd gotten busy with getting the girl out of trouble one day at a time.

Maybe it was how she looked at him when thought he couldn't see, or maybe the way her lips automatically tugged up in a smile upon seeing him, Dazai couldn't tell, but one faithful day somehow her lone presence had to began to grow weary on him, making him shudder uncomfortably. (F/N) truly was the purest creature he had ever laid his eyes on as she couldn't even hide the affection towards him which, nearly unnoticed and quiet, had steadily blossomed in the solitude of her bright smile.

Dazai indeed thought of himself lowly when one day his subconsciousness decided that poking the girl's vulnerable state was a marvelous idea. Only later that night when the girl was lying in his arms, warm and soft, and very much asleep Dazai realized it wasn't the brightest of his thoughts after all. Awful lapse of judgment. All because in the end, it turned out her love wasn't one-sided.

Her delicate, almost ginger touches, timid nonetheless remarkably sunny smiles along with the kisses that tasted like the Heaven itself were enough to prove him he got hooked like a fish, and that adorable, impossible creature had unwillingly held his heart captive.

With such a state of affairs there was no other way for Dazai, but to live on, hoping for the best. At least until one day when he gathered his wits and asked her a question; the question.

"Will you die with me?"

To Dazai's genuine surprise, as he thought he'd get slapped, the girl didn't do anything of that sort; she just smiled sadly and averted his gaze, creasing the hem of her blouse between her fingers.

"Would you like me to die?" She asked simply. "For me, every day is a struggle. I'm a walking disaster, Osamu. The ultimate magnet for trouble. For me dying is easy. It's living that's hard."

"I suppose that means no..." Dazai mused; the girl breathed a deep sigh, before daring to look him in the eye.

It was obvious even to him, she had a hard time denying his request no matter how ridiculous it might have sounded. Too pure for her own good; she'd follow him wherever he'd go.