Dazai?... [] Soukoku/Evil Dazai

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Fukuzawa sighed, walking down to his apartment. He watched as the snow came down in this chilly day. He knew of the men he thought of as his sons were in the port mafia, he couldn't careless. He knew how cruel this world was to these two men, to these boys he loved. He knew Dazai escaped that reality with Chuuya and with his missions to distract him, that's how he was raised. Kill people, sleep, eat, survive, repeat. He just added Chuuya into the mix, Ranpo on the other hand he was also treated unfairly he had Poe and his pranks and such as an escape. He never did mind a nice desk job as long as it wasn't to boring. 

So no he didn't mind at all that the two he thought of as sons found something that was right for them, even if it was against his wishes. One was raised, taught, treated as a doll built for the mafia. The other being treated unfairly, really not caring enough to care not to said job. Fukuzawa loved the two and that was all that mattered right? Get along with them, make sure they know you love them ,be the father none of you had. 

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Mori watched as Dazai grabbed random things off the shelves off his medical room, mostly different pills, hoping to find things that don't mix well, stopping to ask Mori what one isn't supposed to mix together, even if he never got a proper answer. "Mori c'mon use your stupid brain to work for once, I know you can be smart you hid your dumb p*do ass from Fukuzawa for years.  Get to it." The other rolled his eyes sighing, "Shuuji why would I tell you what pills you aren't supposed to mix if I still need you. If you wanna die wait till after you make a good mafia boss after I die or retire." The man sighed walking out of the room. 

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"God I hate people."