[Tsugaru] ~BSD~ Dazai x Reader (+Soukoku)

✧ Four | A Misunderstanding ✧

"Did you get hit?"

     You blinked a few times at the sight of Dazai standing before you. He was dusting himself off, while you tried to shake off the daze brought on by a mass of bullets firing in nearly every direction. You looked around you just to see the aftermath of a shootout. Though it seemed almost one-sided. No one from the Port Mafia had fallen, leaving Dazai's men, you, and him to stand over the rest in a quiet sense of dread that poisoned the air. The only thing you could hear was the sound of your heart beating rapidly in your chest.
     This, what you've learned, is the essence of the Port Mafia itself. Dazai's side of it in particular seemed to be one of the most frightening, as the Mafioso himself worked swiftly and efficiently. Things were done under him with the most definite path to results, meaning that small scale massacres like today's weren't anything to question if he deemed it necessary. The simple order of shoot if fired upon was all it took.
     The most unsettling part of it all though was the clear shift in Dazai's demeanor. It wasn't often for him to drop every essence of his eccentric personality, but in times like these, it was almost impossible to believe it was still him. You felt as if you were looking at a stone statue. His expression never changed, and though he was there, he carried around a looming sense that what you were looking at carried no life at all.
     You grew quietly accepting of his state, however, not bothering to change your demeanor towards him and he didn't seem to mind. He never held onto it for long, and though it was originally quite jarring, you began to feel that anyone with a sliver of humanity in them would be brought to their knees with the sheer amount of death Dazai has surely witnessed. It only made sense for him to act in such a way in perseverance of his sanity. Your logic brought you to that conclusion, and the deathly stares didn't seem all that overpowering anymore.

     "Mm. I'm not sure." He responded almost absently to you. If he had been shot, it surely didn't matter to him. He was more focused on the bodies now laid out in front of him. He stepped over them like they were nothing but an eyesore, and though your mind couldn't help but lock onto the image of death, it looked as if he saw nothing at all.
     Only the money the two of you had come for.
     He picked up the briefcase which had been thrown around in the midst of chaos, before unlocking it and checking its contents. A large sum of currency was inside, and satisfied, Dazai promptly closed the case, and tossed it to one of his subordinates.
     After taking a moment to collect yourself, you hopped your way over the fallen enemies until you were standing by the teen's side. Each step felt utterly wrong and pulled at your soul. To mediate that you poured all of your attention into your superior, so it couldn't wander anywhere else.
     The bandages near his eye very slowly collected a faint red color, and though you couldn't see much, the coat he wore over his shoulders was ripped. The likelihood that he had been injured seemed obvious. But Dazai had no reaction. You moved yourself closer to him to speak somewhat discreetly.
     "I think you did."
     You gestured only with your eyes to his injuries, and for the first time in a while he looked at you. His eyes were cold and dark, until he seemed to find the words he wanted to say, and then they seemed to slowly regain their color.

     "Don't worry about it."

     Though he didn't change his expression you felt his presence shift, and slowly it felt like you had more room to breathe than before.
     He looked away.

     "We're done here!"

     You watched as the men Dazai had brought with him all moved, like worker ants in a colony. Each seemed to have a definite job and purpose, though you didn't have much time to inspect them. Dazai walked off. You hurried to follow him, walking by his side to your car.

     According to him you had come along on this rather gruesome outing for two reasons. One, for transportation, because Dazai complained that he felt much too 'watched' while riding in a car set out for him by his boss. And two, for your ability. Though there wasn't much you could do with it, Dazai, who had no attack power himself, could utilize your presence to his advantage.
     Both instances held true.
     The moment Dazai got into the passenger seat, he closed his eyes and reclined the seat halfway. His arms shifted until they were tucked behind his head, and you watched him for a moment in silence as you started the car. You supposed his injuries could have been substantially worse, though, that seemed to be the only good thing you could think of at the moment.