Bsd x Mha

horrors of a doctor

Dazai was considered a mysterious being by many in the Port Mafia. They were the youngest, but that never hindered their ability to do greater things. At first, it was laughable that such a person was in the Mafia. Who would trust a child to protect their beloved city? Was Dazai even capable? People soon began to realize that it was better to leave darkness in control of darkness, lest the Mafia Boss send the Demon Prodigy after their heads.

Dazai was right where they were always meant to be.

He was merciless, a tool to few, and a weapon to many, someone who went against the ideals of humanity and surpassed it. During his time, he became so demonic that no one dared utter his name in fear of him finding them.

Such a being was more than worthy to be Mori's right-hand man.

"Ring, ring, riiiinngg-"

Dazai silently groaned as they heard the ringtone. What could Mori possibly want from them this time? They had already been through enough that night, and leaving his small container to go to yet another dark room seemed meaningless. Why would he trade one prison for another? It was better to stay in his shipping container rather than under Mori's watchful hand.

Granted, Dazai was pretty sure that Mori was always watching them, but it considerably lessened as he went further away from the main building.

It rang again, and his phone lit up the small room. Dazai watched it for a few seconds more before turning over to his side. For what reason could he possibly need Dazai? Why was he getting another mission so soon? The old man was getting desperate, that much was clear, but so soon?

Dazai might just become his predecessor in less time than Mori himself rid the Mafia of their old boss. Impatience would be the death of Mori, or maybe the ill-treatment of his employees would do the trick. Not that Dazai knew.

Mori was getting rather foolish to use Dazai for such mundane tasks. One day, Dazai would snap, and take over just so he didn't have to carry out Mori's orders.

When it blared for the third time, Dazai covered his ears with his hands and curled up into a ball. He should really stop taking suggestions from a wrinkled raspberry who's married to an imaginary twelve-year-old girl. Studies have shown that those surrounded by a group of people tend to take up their habits. Maybe Dazai will get wrinkles from talking to so many old people.

It rang for a final fourth time, and Dazai knew that if he heard it again, he'd gladly rinse his filthy skull with bleach.

"Yes? Is there a problem, dear boss?" Dazai sat up and rubbed their eyes tiredly. They both know where this is going. It's the first interesting mission since the other activity that occurred a few months ago. Was Mori not aware that Dazai could access all of the files? Maybe he was and just wanted to taunt them with that hypocritical smirk.

Dazai almost shuddered but held back as if Mori could see them. He didn't want to display any weaknesses, problems, or mistakes in front of him. It would be better to submit to a giant snake.

Even the organization Dazai and Chuuya wiped out couldn't suppress Mori's underlying greed & insecurities. Mori had always been a greedy person, but it was slowly becoming more evident. He was more like the previous boss than even he knew.

The silence was only disrupted by the slight static as Mori talked, "Hello Dazai."

It was that sickly sweet tone that made Dazai's empty stomach flip on reflex. He was revolting, and knowing that whatever seemed too good to be true was, it was revolting that such a disgusting person could use such a sweet tone that used to make Dazai revel in happiness from praise. It's revolting to know that people like him don't even need to put a facade on certain acts because Mori was truly happy to watch others suffer. If Dazai wasn't planning on a date with death before, they were now.