⤷KURAYAMI◝ |ᴮˢᴰ ˣ ᴿᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

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29 March 20XX

It all had started with the aftermath of the Great war.

The war had caused the surging numbers of orphans worldwide. Unemployment and juvenile delinquency continued to be a pressing issue in the city of Yokohama, causing the Japanese government to make a system in order to fight unemployment through a program that will aid minors to find work.

The number of Ability users legally working decreased, most of them disappeared in the public eye or started working for an underground organization.

One such group of ability users whose existence was about to seize was the Apertic Armed union. The leader of the group was brutally assassinated by the Port Mafia, or as it was described. The whereabouts of the family was still unknown till day.

You set you pen down as you look at the time. It was 7 in the evening and your shift was about to start. The mystery behind the assassination was still unknown and you were not able to find a single clue on it, and with the amount of research, you found nothing special. Except digging deep to realize it was ended by Port Mafia, least that's what the papers and articles said.

The bar was yet again silent at night. It wasn't something old or unfamiliar, as you served the drink to the customer before heading towards the people on the bar stools, people who you were close with.

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"To say Oda-san, you indeed are a strange man, but that doesn't defines the fact about how Dazai-kun ever longing wish to leave this world" You said, while serving the very last drop of alcohol to the young man who no longer wished to drink

"Do you really think people this young should be working in such a place called the port mafia?" saying you went to throw yet another bottle of alcohol in the bin.

"Say Y/n, aren't you even young to work as a bartender serving the port mafia members' drink even after they show up blooded at your place? You have to clean it over again and besides, the world doesn't stop if you are young, it's after all the survival of the fittest." Dazai almost answers back, stretching up a little and scratching the cat's ear who sat beside him almost everyday.

Odasaku watches the duo in front of him, he couldn't tell the fact that people this young, where they should be armed with pens and bottles of coffee were here with guns drinking alcohol wishing to leave this world.

Indeed the world had turned brutal, legal or not no one was yet saved in the world where pain and suffering existed blanketing the minds of every person born on this planet.

"What happened to the project you were researching upon?" Oda exclaims, as he pushes the empty glass away waiting for you to answer.

The question froze you a little. You never told him about any project, then how did he knew you were researching on it?

"What project? Why do you assume so?"

Oda seemed to take a hint and decided not to question on it further, "I assumed since you always carried that bag with you. Besides you truly seemed to be devoted to the notebook you write on"

Before you could say something, Dazai self enters the conversation by asking if you were doing research on him.

"No Dazai, I am not doing any research"

"You could though, and after my death I am allowing you to research on my body, its a quiet unique experience wouldn't be?"

This earned a bonk on his head by you, "You never change will you?"

Dazai stares at you before smirking, "Do you want me to change?"

Oda yet again sat in silence by himself, as he watched the two teenagers bickering a site he rarely saw, because it wasn't children crying in front of him but two teenagers and their thoughts fighting, irrespective of the situation they were placed in. Oda smiles, before he stood up, signalling he was off again but not without Dazai on his tale and he saw Y/N cleaning up the mess they left, "Some things never change I guess"

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(I got some time to rewrite this book again, so yuipiee)