What I never told you (ReaderxDazai)

JUU YON

I never managed to be enough

But you came to my door

And gave me your love

You're a reason to live for

Dazai's POV

"Kera-chan!!! Are you home?" Several weeks after having been stabbed, I went back to her home, dragged by an unfamiliar feeling in my gut. I felt nervous for the first time, and, to my eyes, those seconds awaiting her face to show up seemed an eternity.

I wanted to thank her. Thank her for saving my life, even when I wanted to die so bad. To be honest, I didn't understand the logic in what I was doing, but my instinct never failed me, and I was only following it.

However, there was no answer behind that door. It wasn't that day, or the other, or the other... For over two weeks, I went back every single day, making sure I rang the doorbell at different times each day, but there was no sign of her. In the end, something didn't seem to be right, and, on a whim, I found myself pinning her door and stepping inside her apartment.

"This looks like she hasn't been in here for a while..." I mumbled as I went deeper in the apartment, watching how dust covered the furniture of the hall. At first glance, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Everything was in its place, and there weren't any broken objects or anything alike. But then, when I reached the room next to her bedroom, everything inside was an utter chaos of documents, photographs, smashed computers and, lastly, blood.

I kneeled in front of the small blood splatters all over the place, as if a truly violent fight had taken place in that tiny scenario.

"Guess she involved herself with the wrong people..." I whispered as I kneeled in front of one small pool of blood as I touched it with the tips of my fingers. It was really dry, meaning that happened at least a month ago, two or three weeks after we met. "What did you get into this time, Kera-chan?"

As I spoke, I inspected several pictures scattered all over the floor, feeling a small thrill When I scanned the clues I had. It didn't take me long to realize the mess she had been investigating. One that not even the intel of the Port Mafia had managed to gather.

Operation: Endless void.

At first designed as nothing but a mere urban legend, the catastrophes that had struck Yokohama the past two months were way too real to keep considering it only a rumor. Inhuman slaughters involving regular civilians, as well as the control of natural phenomena that caused hurricanes, floods, blizzards and draughts simultaneously in several spots of the city, causing at least a dozen casualties each time.

In the end, a letter emerged from that ocean of sheets and images, with a warning directed towards her. "The demise of the city is looming, and you can't do anything to avoid it. Come on, try finding us. I dare you. The game has only begun, but be careful; your first movement might also be the last one. A one-man team wasn't enough in the past. Or do you perhaps need another reminder of it? Traitors pay with their own blood."

Turning around the letter, I spotted a bloody picture behind. It wasn't visible but, after wiping the crimson liquid away with a wet piece of cloth, I saw a very common scene in the dark side of the city.

A man. Probably in his forties. Tied to a chair.

A bullet hole in the middle of his forehead.

His face and upper body covered in bruises, cuts, electric burns... and methods of torture I couldn't recognize at that time.

But I knew something for sure. That man was Kera's father.