twisted devotion || Yandere!DAZAI/READER

[14] The Mortuary

Corpses on ice.

That is the first thing that comes into mind when Dazai pulls up to the mortuary in a rented car, opening and closing your doors for you like a true gentleman. The mortuary is as grim and dark as you imagined it, the glass tinted and the reception composed of beige and black marble. Dazai shares a few brief words with the receptionist, who checks her desktop before gesturing you into the morgue where the third body was located.

A dark green door that opens.

The examination room is white, all white; there is a body lying on the centre table, and your grip on Dazai's hand tightens. A man is taking pictures and pinning them to a corkboard, and another is writing on a black chalkboard with white chalk: EYES GOUGED OUT.

There is a camera recording everything as the two men work in tandem. You can feel your nose sting at the stench of the body.

"Cause of death?" Dazai asks, his voice devoid of its usual playfulness when he was with you.

"Was lobotomized with an icepick," One of the men says, gesturing for the two of you to come closer. Your palm grows clammy at the sight of the eyeless eye sockets. Dazai must have sensed your apprehension for he tightens his grip and lets you use his hand as an anchor as you steadily walk forwards, your head held up high despite the shiver that was raking down your spine, "Instant death; it pierced it straight down to the back of the head like a bullet." He turns the head to the side and points to where you think is a small hole.

"Painless?" You weakly ask.

"Painful," The guy shakes his head, "Must have felt like his skull was splitting into two when they did it."

Your hand clenches around Dazai's. He squeezes it for reassurance.

"And the hands?"

"Definitely severed," He snaps off his gloves and throws it into a bucket filled with other bloodied tools, "Severed like the first corpse was decapitated; the incisions are so precise they must have been done by someone who was professionally trained."

"With what?" You ask.

"Most likely an electric saw or some kind," The pathologist says, "A simple knife couldn't have done this. The cut on the bone is clean."

"But why?" You ask, "Why would someone do this?" You feel sick at the thought of someone being so psychopathic they would dismember their fellow human being in such an inhumane way. Bile rises up your throat but you swallow it down, feeling Dazai let go of your hand to wrap his arm around your shoulder and nestle you closer to his chest.

"How would we know, lady?" One of them snorts, "We just find causes of death. That other shit's reserved for nutcase detectives at the police stations."

The particular thing about seeing a corpse being pried open disturbed you more than seeing it in a crime scene; knowing that someone was disturbed enough to do that to another human being and having it confirmed by professionals made you squeeze your eyes shut and whimper. A noise that doesn't go unnoticed by Dazai, who throws a quick smile at the two men.

"I think my girlfriend here is feeling unwell," He says, "Excuse us."

"I've had some people outright faint," One of them waves him off, "It's alright. It's a normal reaction."

"I don't see you guys reacting the same," You say.

"Well, this is our job, you know," The other one says, "Besides, this is some sick, sick twisted shit. I don't blame you for reacting that way. We're done here anyways; we'll email the report over when it's done by the end of this week."