twisted devotion || Yandere!DAZAI/READER

Epilogue + A/N

Oh, how to wrap up this story, this twisted romance story?

Let us tell a story about war, about a fight of Dazai's life.

For so long had he fought a war against himself, losing each time, resorting to killing himself; attempt after attempt, unable to bear the cruelty of his past, unable to bear the expression of death of his dear friend before he had passed.

At some point in his life had he given a shred of affection towards the you that was in the mafia? Perhaps, perhaps. It was of no use; it only fueled the ire Dazai held in his heart, the hatred he held towards the rest of society: they had rejected him, and he had rejected it, alienating himself from the rest of the human race.

And then, in the midst of this war, this bloody war, you came along, wide-eyed and confused, with your grocery bags of domesticity, asking him what you were doing here.

For once in his life did he feel peace when you accepted him into your arms.

And if a truck or a river killed the both of you, to die by your side, sounded more like a privilege than a tragedy.

But he wants to live.

You were too pure to be left alone in this world, too attached to him; he was more of you than he was himself.

He loves you like two shades of watercolour being dried together, blending into something else, something conjoined. He will always have you and you will always have him; no one else matters. And he holds you like the moon holds the tides, like the stars holds lights being burnt to its core.

"I am so happy."

Who says that in this story, you or him?

"I am so happy."

Both of you do.

In this twisted devotion, or was it called love, the heart remains greedy. You desired the death of your doppelgänger, and Dazai had dutifully carried out that task. He loves you like a summer heat loves ice cream, he loves you like the planets circling around the sun; and in his hunger he sees blood, he sees death; a natural death.

Yes, a natural death.

The corpses stop. The murderer is never identified. But it is a secret that only makes the two of you more conjoined: a secret that you two would bring to your grave. Everytime it is brought up, you two share a secret, depraved smile, with you adopting it from Dazai without even noticing.

He loves you. You love him. Isn't that the core of every poem?

A/N

This book was inspired by the idea of a doppelgänger; what if there was actually parallel universes out there with different versions of us? I'm sure Beast! Dazai covers this, but I wanted to take inspiration from it.
This idea had been stewing in my head for a really long time before I finally just decided to write it, I hope you enjoyed.

Next book I will be focusing on will be Crane's loom, so I hope you look forwards to that too.