the other side of paradise | bsd x gn!reader

four.

a/n: speaking in italics = speaking in your native language!!, bold = english!

The first thing you can sense is warmth. The warmth of someone holding you close. You keep your hands in front of your face. You don't want to see the person's face, but they seem to desire the opposite.

Slender fingers slowly pry off the hands from your face. Your eyes flutter open, in both fear and curiosity, and you are met with a familiar bandaged face. The beautiful dark eyes that connect with yours are eerily dull. Those are the eyes of someone, who has seen and done terrifying things. The eyes are the window to the soul, and through them you can see the soul of someone young, someone who deserves a life better than his. Almost like a child, crying and reaching out for help. The boy's pale and slender face is complimented by his dark messy hair. Vanilla with a slight metallic scent invades your nostrils, as he leans closer to inspect your face. His lips are just barely frowning, somehow perfectly completing the ethereal face looking at you.

Dazai Osamu looks like a gift sent from the heavens, yet he is someone who crawled his way up from hell.

The room you're appears to be quite empty. You quickly realize it's Mori's office, and assume you interrupted a meeting of sorts. Mori is sitting calmly behind his desk, looking amused. The wall behind him is lined with neatly arranged books. There's nothing else in the vast room, except for two red chairs, and the carpet they're placed on. Chuuya is standing next to one in an alarmed position, while Dazai is sitting in the other, with you in his lap. The tall windows are letting in light, giving the room an otherworldly feeling.

You can feel your soul leave your body, as you finally notice the position you are in. One of Dazai's hands is still loosely holding yours, whilst the other is supporting your back, making sure you don't slip off his lap. Heat rises in your cheeks, but you try to ignore it. Chuuya is looking at you with a suspicious stare, still prepared to attack at any second if you make a wrong move.

Mori eyes you creepily. "It seems an uninvited visitor has decided to interrupt our meeting."

The room is deathly quiet as they wait for a response. All eyes are on you, and you fight off the urge to gulp nervously. You don't have time to be nervous. This is a life-or-death situation you just found yourself in.

So, you do what you do best. You improvise.

Slowly, you rise from your place in Dazai's lap and give your best confused smile. "Uh, where exactly am I?"

"What the hell did you just say?" Chuuya barks defensively. "Now now, Chuuya. Calm down. Let our guest explain themself." Mori's sinister smile sends shivers down your spine, but you don't show it. It reminds you of a predator, who just found his new prey.

"I am very confused right now. I was just hanging around at work when I just- appeared here. Now I don't know where I am, and I have no idea what you people are saying." You do your best impression of a lost tourist, waving your hands around as you lie (just in case they somehow understand you) to explain the situation in your native language.

Dazai's terrifyingly empty eyes seem to see through your soul, calculating your every move, but you can't let that distract you. You must be convincing. Just a slight slip up would end up getting you killed.

"It would seem our guest does not speak Japanese." Mori considers, rubbing his chin and looking lost in thought. He looks up and addresses you again. "Do you perhaps speak English?"

As puzzled as possible, you point your finger at yourself. "Are you talking to me? I have no idea what you are saying, you piece of shit." You place an oblivious smile on your face, but chuckle internally. You couldn't stop yourself this time. Your hate towards Mori runs deeper than the Suez Canal, so you can't let a chance to insult him freely just pass by.

Throughout the time Mori tries to understand your strange hand gestures and charades, Dazai's eyes never leave your figure. Chuuya is still on high alert, ready to jump in the moment Mori orders him so.

While keeping up your confused foreigner act, you decide to look for an escape route. The building is definitely crawling with armoured guards, which means your only other way out is....

You sneak a glance at the tall windows. No, you shake your head mentally, that is only a last resort. There's no guarantee you could even activate your ability in time, so you should at least try some other way before jumping to your death again. The main office door is still an option. It would be very tricky, but maybe you can pull it off.

Awkwardly, you shuffle towards the door and pretend to charade your way into leaving. Immediately, Chuuya blocks the door. Damn. There goes the 'safe' plan.

"Oh dear," Mori starts with a sly grin. "We can't let you leave. You've just arrived, after all. I personally find you quite interesting. Besides, the ability that brought you here would be a great addition to the Port Mafia."

You tense up. Fuck. Dazai's eyes narrow, his hand travels to his waist and you panic. Things happen faster than you can think.

You do something stupid.

Pointing out your elbow, you run directly into the tall window closest to you. Before any of the mafiosos can even react, the glass shatters and you are out of the building. Not safe at all and in the sky, but out of Mori's office, nonetheless.

There's something you didn't consider though. Chuuya doesn't waste a second and jumps after you.

Eyes like the cold grey sky above, reminding you of freedom. How ironic it is, to compare someone as trapped as Nakahara Chuuya to being free. The familiar feeling of falling, the comforting feeling even, makes it hard for you to focus on anything else except Chuuya above you.

He's yelling something. His mouth is moving, but you can't focus on his words. The red aura around him makes him look so divine, yet the dishevelled hair and the tiny cuts on his face from the shattered glass make him look so human. You feel entranced.

It's just you and him, falling from the sky. No one else but the two of you. All alone in the cloudy sky, free from your earthly responsibilities and worries.

Chuuya's hand almost reaches yours when you snap out of the daze you found yourself in.

You can't help but smile. No, not smile, you grin. You're not sure why. This feeling reminds you of something, something you've experienced in 'the before'. You can't remember the last time you've felt this way. Full of adrenaline, you look Chuuya in the eyes and give him a teasing wink.

"See you around!"

Chuuya's eyes widen, and he opens his mouth to speak again, but it's too late.

It comes to you like breathing. A familiar butterfly pin flashes in your mind's eye. The last thing you feel before the world turns into the familiar black abyss is the sting of the glass in your skin. Yeah, you think to yourself. Yosano is going to have a field day with healing this.

(Chuuya had never seen anyone smile at him like that before. It made him feel... human.)

a/n: wrote this chapter pretty quickly!! As a thank you for all the support <3
also, i'm thinking if I should kill off odasaku or not, so I would love to hear what you think about that