Guess I was just too blind to see
That we were slowly becoming
Nothing but a faint and broken memory
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The sound of a faint alarm is enough to make me realize I had dozed off on the floor, still reluctant to let go of Dazai's coat. I look at it and, as a single tear rolls down my right cheek, I clumsily stand up with it on my hands and begin walking to the bathroom.
Inside, I leave it in a hanger next to the mirror. I look up to check myself, but I see nothing more but a shadow of the person I used to be.
Puffy red eyes.
Purple eyebags.
Disheveled and tangled hair.
Swollen cheeks.
Slightly bloody lips from the cracks caused by the winter's coldness.
I lower my gaze and stare at the sink, wondering why I have to feel this way.
"Guess I was not enough for you to come back for me..." I sentence out loud as the grip on the sides of the sink grows stronger. "But now you have a new life. You truly looked happier, Dazai." I speak as though he is here to listen. "The Dazai I knew really died that day, huh? And, if that's the case, the new one shouldn't be involved with me..."
With that thought, I furiously shake my head, and, doing my best to forget, to rewind, to tell myself is alright, I wash my face and dry it with a towel. With enough makeup I can finally hide the signs of exhaustion that my features revealed seconds ago, and pinching my cheeks and forcing a smile, I step outside the bathroom.
Just like any other day, I pick out my working outfit and try it on. Afterwards, I rapidly grab my phone and my backpack, ready to step outside and go straight to headquarters. However, once I set my feet outside, I see the blizzard has done its work throughout the night.
All Yokohama has been buried in at least fifty centimeters of pure white powder. The roads are free of vehicles, and there's nobody brave enough to step outside. It's almost as if the second most crowded city of Japan had become a ghost town all of a sudden. And the landscape doesn't seem to change as I struggle to make my way through the Port Mafia, turning left and right, right and left and so on.
Normally, it would have taken me less that fifteen minutes to reach Mori's office and report myself, but the winter breeze and the snow have been an unexpected drawback, and I need over thirty minutes to reach the location. Just before entering, a familiar voice shouts my name, making me wonder why he of all members would be willing to step outside his home to go to work.
"Kera, wait!!"
"Oh, good morning Chuuya." I greet back as I see his funny way of walking, doing his best to not get stuck in the frozen path. "I wasn't expecting to find you here today."
"Hah?" As always, he gives me a surprised expression, and begins scratching his ginger hair nervously. "Well, Mori-san said he needed to talk to me ASAP, so I didn't have a choice."
"I see..." I say as he finally makes his way next to me. "Well, let's step inside before we catch a cold, shall we?" With a forced smile, I open the door and let him step inside, closing the entrance behind me as we both begin walking throughout the Port Mafia's endless corridors. To be honest, if I hadn't been living in this side of the city for over six years, I wouldn't have been able to memorize these huge facilities.
"Tsk. This place is like a labyrinth, no matter how many times I come here." He curses under his breath while walking next to me and looking from one side to another, as if he is searching for something. "I fear one day I might truly get lost." He jokes, slightly snorting. Probably intending to break the ice between us. To tell you the truth, things have been different since Dazai disappeared. And that was one of the reasons why we ended up drifting apart. We still shared secrets and embarrassing situations, but the connection had been severed for way too long, and I couldn't allow myself to repair it.
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What I never told you (ReaderxDazai)
FanfictionBoth Dazai Osamu and Sera Kerarutto have something in common. A story too complex to put into words. The bond that she thought had been severed four years ago is slowly healing, but at what price? Her past, her life before joining the Port Mafia, is...