𝙾𝚞𝚛 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚐𝚎 || 𝙽𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝙲𝚑𝚞𝚞𝚢𝚊

Prologue

Y/N sighed as she sat on a public bench in a small, sparsely populated area of Yokohama. She had moved from America to Japan just five days before, and it was a lot harder than she expected it to be. On top of that, they had a high crime rate, as did every highly populated city. Luckily, Yokohama wasn't as bad as Tokyo in terms of crime, but it wasn't good either, considering that there were many illegal organizations, including one called the Port Mafia.

A young man, probably in his early twenties, walked past Y/N. He was rather tall, with brown hair and dark eyes. He had a long, tan trench coat with a black vest and a white undershirt. He also had pants in a light shade of beige and brown dress shoes, about six feet tall. He was a rather attractive young man. He stopped near the woman, soon after passing her. He turned his head to her, and a boyish smirk grew on his face. "Hello beautiful~" he flirted. "Do I really look that nice?"

Y/N's cheeks grew a deep shade of pink and her eyes widened. "I- no, no. Uh- I-..." she stuttered, not knowing what to say. She sighed, "I apologize..."

"It's alright," the young man began. "I quite like it when pretty girls like you deliver me a gaze. It's quite a confidence boost." There was a pause before he asked, "Did you recently move here?"

"Yeah," she nodded her head slowly. "Almost a week ago."

"Haven't you got work to go to?" he asked curiously.

"Oh, no. I don't have a job. I've been looking for one, but I can't seem to find anyone who will take me in."

"Well, I might know a place," the young man said.

"What job is it?"

"There are various positions open, but I've been looking for an assistant. If I can get my boss to accept it, you can have a job. They also supply housing there if you'd like to get to work easier." He continued to supply many specific reasons for her to come. She thought he just wanted an assistant, but the truth is, he was trying to save her from working for the Port Mafia.

There was a long pause. The man seemed to be thinking while she stared at the ground. "Follow me," he ordered, and began walking.

Y/N sat, stunned. This random guy was just going to take her somewhere? And expected her to just... follow him?

The man spoke. "Well, if you're coming, I could see if you'd like the open position we have. But if you're not, I'll just go to work. So, are you coming or not?"

If she didn't go now, it might take her months to find a job. I mean, she might not get this one, and she might not like it, but at least it's something. "Yeah, I'm coming," she quickly stood up from the bench and followed the man.

"So, what's your name, Belladonna?" the tall man asked. His personality seemed quite flirtatious, though she couldn't tell if he was being serious or sarcastic about all of this. I mean, she wasn't bullied for her looks as a child and she was rather beautiful, but compared to this man, she was plain dirt.

"L/N. Y/N."

"Well, it's nice to meet you, L/N... Y/N," he said as he smiled at her, pausing in between her first and last name as if to playfully mock her.

There was silence for a moment. "Are you going to ask for my name?" he asked.

"You're seriously going to make me ask?" she questioned.

"Yes, I am, beautiful

She laughed. "Would you like me to address you flirtatiously, too, while I'm at it?"

"It would be nice."

She laughed. "Yeah, no."

"Then I guess you won't know my name. You'll just be led by a random stranger."

A sigh escaped her lips. "Fine. What's your name?" she asked, but he didn't respond. It was as if he was waiting for something. She rolled her eyes. "What's your name, handsome? ~" she asked in a flirty tone, smiling and batting her eyes at him before her expression turned neutral again.

"It's Dazai. Dazai Osamu."

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3/27/2023