I couldn't help but smirk, leaning into her hand that had rested so gently on my cheek. "I want nothing but Death."
She raised a brow, a somewhat playful smile gracing her pale lips, "Not even the thought of reincarnation overrides your want of dea...
CHAPTER 1: WHAT AN UNFORTUNATE FAILED SUICIDE! (PART I)
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YAMAZAKI TOMIE'S POINT OF VIEW
"Good morning, Tomie."
My nose scrunched up at the sight of Yukichi in disgust and let out the most exaggerated gag I could muster. The sight of an old man but a perfectly good dilf was, unfortunately, not my best way to have a good morning after my sweet failed pursuit of death.
I could visibly see Yukichi pop a vein before pinching the bridge of his nose at my attitude. I lay down on the table again and covered the bloodied blanket over me.
"Please wake up already. You landed Dazai in prison." The tall, grey-haired man uttered, crossing his arms, trying his best not to be bothered by my attitude.
I'm so done with me too. None of this would've happened if I actually died.
Damn.
I let out a tired sigh through my nose under the blanket and sat up, looking at Yukichi's face who looks done with me even though we had just started talking. My face clearly reflected Yukichi's- absolutely done and tired. I could care less what would happen to me after this. I'd still be alive anyway.
"Well," I factually started with my usual soft smile, "Everybody has to experience something memorable in their lives!" I jovially said as I clasped my hands in excitement for Dazai.
"Like going to jail?" I could hear Junichiro shakily mutter which made me turn to the audience watching the fibers of my muscles return to their place.
"Yes! Like going to jail!"
"You're actually alive," The short man in brown looked at me in wonder, who somehow had an appetite to eat with the amount of my own blood on me right now. The familiar sight of the short detective was quite endearing.
"Well, yeah, unfortunately." I bitterly said, looking at my body, which ones had healed as of now.
I could heal them right now but I am not in the mood for such bullshit. Why am I still alive, this is so annoying.
I looked at the people present and knew some of the people who are still surprised to see me alive, more particularly a ginger-haired boy and Atsushi.
"Heya, Atsushi-kun!" I greeted Atsushi with a smile, whose smile looks like a grimace.
"Heya, Y-Yamazaki-sa— HUH?! SHUJI-SAN?!"
I raised a brow at his sudden shift in attitude before feeling the pain at the side of my head and the telltale sign of blood running down my chin.
