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One shot 4: childhood friends (requested by: barbat0s)
TW: ABUSE
(AN: they're both around the same age in this, and I changed up the part where they meet so it's a little different from the canon)
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Dazai was walking back from school, playing a game on his portable game console, not paying to much attention to where he was walking. He didn't really have to, as he memorized the route by now.
"Cmon.. Hit him! One more time... Yes! Got em." Dazai sighed. "Man this is Boring. I've played every level of this game at least twenty times.." Dazai put his game in his pocket. He put his hands behind his head and continued to walk back to his home.
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Dazai was walking past a particularly run down building beside the river. It was creepy, even giving Dazai bad vibes. From what he knew, it was apparently an orphanage. Wether or not it was open and functional, was anyone's guess. He stopped in his tracks and looked at the old building.
After a minute, he let his curiosity get the best of him and he walked over to the fence. From there, get could see the building more clearly. It looked run down, and it looked like no one was there.
That is.. Until..
"U- Um.. W- What are you.. doing here?" A small voice asked. It was hushed, quiet, almost like a whisper.
Dazai's eyes traveled across the fence until they came upon the owner of the voice. It was a boy. He looked young and looked to be dressed in.. rags, at best. He was clutching onto a white tiger plushie that was dirty. His hair was choppy and uneven. It looked to have been cut oddly.
"Hi, my name is Dazai." The brunette introduced himself. "What is this place? Do you live here?" He asked casually, looking around.
"Um.. Y- Yeah.." The boy held his tiger closer to his chest. "I- It's an orphanage.."
"I kinda figured. There's rumors that this place was abandoned, but I guess not. Although, the conditions don't look too great.." He took this time to look the boy over. He was dirty, and looked to have scratches and bruises on his arms and legs. "Hey, how did you get hurt?" He asked, pointing to the various bruises and scars.
