How to save a life

4

"You lied."

"What?""You told me you cared. You lied."

"I did. I cared. I loved the way you cared for me."

"Oh really?"

"Yea. Wanna know something?"

"What?"

He pulled you on top of him and kissed you. You pushed him away. It didn't work. You tried to kick him. It didn't work. You bit his tongue.

"Oh, you wanna go that way, you slut?"

You woke up screaming and sweating like crazy. It was a dream. You curled up into a ball and tired to calm yourself down. It didn't work. Maybe a shower would help. You walked into your own room, picked out a pair of fresh clothes, and walked into the shower. The bathroom was beautiful. White tiles with little brown patterns. It was so much like Dazai. You ran your hand through your hair. Pretty enough. He liked your hair, didn't he? Wasn't that the reason he would convince you, or rather coerce you to have sex with him so often? You reached out to the closet in the bathroom. As expected, all the things were the same. Expired anxiety pills, rolls of weed, unused injections, and a sharpie. Without thinking, you grabbed a handful of hair and chopped it off. You repeated the same action again and again. You turned up some random music in your phone and continued trimming your hair until it was a little fluffy, a lot more cuter, above your shoulders, and the bangs covered half your eye sight.

Smiling, you cleaned up the mess and showered up. Scalding hot water pouring and burning your skin. But you loved this temperature. Not because it was warm, but because the hot water made you feel like his touch had been erased from your body. The water kissing your body, its heat radiating and leaving reddish marks, made you feel like you had rubbed off all your connection with him. Just when the shower started getting cold, you stepped out and gently rubbed your body. You got dressed, checked yourself out and left the apartment. You didn't forget to leave a note for Dazai.

"Don't worry." was all the note said.

Yokohama had changed. At least it looked like that. Better, prettier buildings had come up, cafes looked more tempting, people seemed busier and more arrogant, and everything seemed so pricey. Every time you looked at a cute desert, your stomach growled. You hadn't eaten in... quite a few days. Every time your stomach grumbled, you groaned and walked away. Where exactly were you walking to? To Port Mafia. The only organization that probably had a place for you to be in it. That is when it struck you. These people were not going to let you into the building. That was when you did what you thought you would never do again.

"Ability: Glimmer of the Blood Moon."

In a flash, everything around you was encased in pitch-black darkness. The cameras couldn't spot anything, and the bodyguards couldn't see anything. The only problem was that you had a body temperature, and the temperature detectors would catch it. But who could approach you while you were controlling the darkness, right? Without a care in the world and with hands in your coat pockets, you walked forward into Mori's cabin.

"Hey, Mori." you began.

"Back, huh? My little Bloody Mary?" he smirked.

Oh, how you hated that name. The next thing you know, you were signing papers to be hired by Port Mafia.

"How was the world, Mary darling?" asked Mori.

"You sure have a way with your words, Mori. What sort of answer do you want to hear?" you asked.

"What made you come back to me?" he asked.

Oh boy, that smile of his would be the reason he would be murdered someday."You painted a Mafia that was painted black and white, red. I believed there was no reason to stay and watch the colour red for the rest of my life. I left looking for colours in other parts, Mori, and you know that too. You want to hear it, right? Then here you go. The world isn't full of colours. It is painted red by people not worse than you but not better than you. In Port Mafia, I had my hands dipped in colour. But out in the world, people threw the colour on my face. They tainted my personality and darkened my soul. If there were anything that I could have reached out for solace, I would have. But there is no solace in a world where red is the only colour one can use. There can be no path towards the light for a soul that has chosen to spend the rest of its time in darkness. So that is why I am here, Mori. Because of this, this is where my soul yearns to be. Here, I don't get my face painted red. It's only my hand. I get to choose if I want my face painted red or not. I get to choose here." you replied.

"Very well. Your work starts tonight. Do you have any plans till then?" he asked.

"If you could show me where my office would be, I would arrange it," you said, shrugging your shoulders.

Mori led the way to your office, and to your delight, the office was just as you wanted it to be. Pretty, dark wood decorated the floors and the windows, and the cupboards were made of dark wood and held a hint of sandalwood. The windows were huge and gave a pretty amusing view of the city. There was a couch where you could crash for the day or night. If Dazai did not want to be a part of the darkness the mafia held, maybe visiting him often would not be such a great idea. Mori left you alone to admire and arrange your room. After all, it was a little late in the evening, and the sun was setting. Your job for today was simple. You had to ensure the appliances Port Mafia had bought from oversees were delivered properly.

As the sun disappeared behind the tall buildings, you got up and walked out. What you did not notice was the two pairs of eyes on you. Both shocked and stunned at you. It was Chuuya and Dazai.