Mori whines. "Why'd you set things in motion so early! Now I have more work to do!"
Mizuki doesn't bother looking at him, and she lies on the mat on the floor instead.
"Mizuki-chan!"
"Huh?" Mizuki glances at him.
"What are you even looking at?"
"I'm trying to find someone," Mizuki hums lowly. "Where's Dazai?"
"Here," The boy appears seemingly out of nowhere. "What did you need?"
"I'm hiring an assassin," Mizuki sits up. "Or..."
Mizuki stares at Dazai.
"How would you like to nearly get killed?"
"OH, I'm down," Dazai swoons. "Painless?"
"Well," Mizuki thinks. "I kind of wanna visit him myself."
"A male?"
"Cheating on Fukuzawa-dono already?" Mori joins in without missing a beat.
"Mori, you're into lolis. Shut up." Mizuki shoots back.
Mori sighs. "You're always so mean!"
Mizuki stands up from her laying position, and she pats her dress down. "I'm going to test out a nice theory that's been going around."
"By getting hurt?"
"I want a makeup brush," Mizuki sighs, leaving the room.
Dazai trails after her.
"Dazai?"
"I want to meet Odasaku."
Mizuki stares at him.
"So you remember?"
"I remember him." He pauses. "My memories of you are incomplete."
Mizuki hums. "Do you remember how you met him?"
Dazai nods. "I don't want to do that again."
"Makeup." Mizuki stops at her office. She lets the boy in, and sits him down on a chair. She gets to work, bruising him with the brush, creating a mirage of his body.
Tapping her brush to get rid of the excess, she stares at Dazai.
"Do you mind if I actually hurt you?"
"Make it convincing," He closes his eyes, and Mizuki presses a pill into his mouth.
"Painkiller?"
"Painkiller." Mizuki waits for the effects to set in, and she stares at the boy.
"Why areyou still wearing the bandages like that? I thought Oda didn't like it."
"I'm still a teenager," He hums. "What do you plan on even doing?"
Mizuki pauses.
"Staying until the gold sets in." Mizuki hums as she unwraps his bandages.
"Do you know when he gets the memories back?"
Mizuki closes her eyes, and smiles. "Yes."
She smacks Dazai square in the head.
"OI-" Dazai whines. "THAT'S RUDE-"
"Rude, my ass," Mizuki presses the blade on his cheek. "Stay still, or else I might cut too deep."
"Are you giving me a bullet wound?"
"On the cheek, sure," Mizuki unwraps Dazai's bandages.
He's completely healed.
"You're like an emo teen theatre kid," Mizuki sighs. "Hm?"
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Regressor || Bsd x OC
FanfictionIn which she, who was once in despair, rewrote the world on a blank sheet of paper after six thousand years alive. -⌚︎- "What are you doing?" "I'm writing a story." "Of what?" "A story where you're still alive with me." -🝮- Or in which greed is jus...
