Ｌ♡ＶＥ ＴＲＩＰ | odasaku x reader

ONE MORE NIGHT

Dazai was silent.

Strange, though. Dazai was never silent.

Sure, the night Ango disappeared and Dazai was sitting there, serene, he was quiet, but he wasn't silent. He could still tell he was thinking about something. But now, Dazai was just blank-faced. That sort of silent.

Odasaku knew that Dazai's trap for the Mimic members did not succeed thanks to the incapability of his subordinates and the shortsightedness of Akutagawa. The two were walking back from Odasaku's favorite curry restaurant which served as the home of his children. After checking up on the kids and eating the special lunch, this was the report: Everything was the same as usual.

Except for Dazai, of course. Early in the morning he had received notification that the Mimic members had fallen for his casino trap, but once he arrived, all the hostages put an end to themselves, while Akutagawa destroyed the last living one. Odasaku had read the report and had prepared a speech about how Akutagawa was still learning and such, but apparently, he had no need to relay such speech.

For Dazai was silent.

"Is everything okay?" Odasaku asked as they crossed a street. "You seem rather upset."

"Upset?" Dazai widened his eyes all innocently as he avoided stepping on the black parts of the zebra crosswalk. "Oh, not at all, Oda-kun. I'm feeling rather introspective."

"Introspective, you say?" Odasaku gave him a curious look.

"Why, of course! Why shouldn't a beautiful man who wants to die feel introspective once in a while." Dazai said. They came up on the other side of the road. "How are you feeling, Oda-kun?"

He thought about it. "Strange. I don't know."

"Is it anything you want to talk about?"

Odasaku shook his head. "There really isn't much to talk about."
The two of them passed through a tunnel. It darkened for a bit, and footsteps echoed around them, and though they were quiet, it was very loud.

After the tunnel was behind them, Dazai snickered. "Maybe Port Mafia members aren't supposed to fall in love."

"I agree," Said Odasaku. "You and Ango were right."

"Curse Ango," Said Dazai. "And you know what? Curse what I said. Who cares anymore."

After a bit, Dazai slowly added, "I was meaning to tell you. I know where Ango-kun is being held and I want you to retrieve him."

It must be hard being Dazai. A remarkable, amazing, extraordinary man who was smarter than most people in Japan. He seemed to have premonition and everything always played out exactly as it did in his mind as long as the people around him didn't go out of line. He could read people's thoughts and deduce immediately the real truths and the true intentions. Nothing deterred him. He never faltered. He commanded people to victory and to death. People praised him, respected him, feared him.

It must be hard being Dazai because despite being all these things and more, he was lonely and wanted to sleep. Odasaku would never understand, but he could empathize. Odasaku couldn't ever bring himself to feel anger or resentment to Dazai's ignorance of romantic feelings because Odasaku knew that love was such a difficult concept to grasp for someone who's never been given it. Not even he himself knew exactly what love was in the first place.

"Did one of their soldiers tell you?" Odasaku asked him.

"Nope." He said casually. "But I was able to find out thanks to a dried leaf that was stuck to the bottom of their shoes."

Odasaku made his way through a dense forest, toward the destination Dazai said Ango was being held. The moonlight was purple tonight, such a strange color for the moon to be, and Odasaku wondered if it meant anything. As the trees started to make way, he found himself in a large clearing. The purple moonlight shimmered off the blades of grass that were combed over by the wind. A large, looming structure towered high above Odasaku, and now the purple moonlight served as a backlight for it's crumbling frame. He wasn't sure what the original purpose for this building was. Maybe a laboratory? A library? An observation centre? It might have been a grand building, except now it was blanketed with vines and falling and collapsing in on itself and held a hostage.