Writing Dump

~01~

y/n POV

I have spent the last seven years looking for my family. I am not from an orphanage, I am not from a school, nor am I from the Port Mafia. I come from a little house on a little hill in America. My family disappeared suddenly; now, I made it my mission to go out and find them. 

I learned Japanese throughout my life just for the sake of it, but I guess It would be helpful now since I ended up in Japan. From what I heard, my mother and father always had Japanese friends, so I saved enough money to buy a ticket to Japan. 

"How stupid can I be?" I just realized I only had enough for a ticket and enough for a couple of meals. Dammit. I need to find a job. 

Now I wonder around the streets of Yokohama. I've heard interesting things about this city.

Atsushi POV

Kunikida is scolding Dazai again. This time he tricked Kunikida into thinking that certain clover-looking things cleanse your stomach. 

"I'm just messing with you. It gives you diarrhea if you-" 

"Dammit, you suicidal maniac!"

Sometimes I wonder why these two are partners.

"Atsushi!" Kenji called. "Yosano asked if you could go shopping." 

"Of course! I just finished my report on the last mission. What does she need?" 

"Thank you! Let's see. She needs toilet paper, milk, sugar, bandages, and charcoal biscuits". 

"bandages...and charcoal biscuits. Ok! I'm off now!" 

"Thank you, Atsushi! Be safe!"

"Wait, Atsushi!" I spun around to see Dazai call to me.  

"Yes, Dazai?" I asked; I already knew what he was going to say. He wanted to find a woman to do double-suicide with. 

"I want to come too~," 

"Sure, you can come with" I only said that because regardless of what I would say, he would follow me. 

10 minutes later. The shopping center.

The moment we arrived, Dazai was already flirting with a girl. Dazai always does this everywhere, even to the clients who come to the Armed Detective Agency (ADA). Of course, they either refuse or slowly walk away with scared looks. I sigh as I look for the usual store we go to first. 

y/n POV

I don't have a phone or a laptop, so I need to explore this city to find a job. 

'Maybe I can work at a convenience store,' I thought. 

I looked up and read the store names. I tried not to bump into anyone, but that proved to be a failure.

"Oh! Sorry! I'm so sorry!" I apologized profusely. I didn't even look up.

"Don't worry about it! It was clearly an accident!" He took my hand, and we made eye contact with each other.

'Holy shit, this man is gorgeous.' 

"My! you are absolutely stunning!" Come to think of it; I have never received such a compliment. 

I probably blushed at such a compliment. 

"T-thank you" 

"Belladonna, how about a double-suicide?" 

Double-suicide? I never thought about that. Sure everyone thought I was suicidal back in school, but I was just a dare-devil; I only did it for the adrenaline rush.