Two Suicidal Maniacs - Dazai Osamu x female oc(Bungo Stray Dogs)

Chapter 2

We were isolated in the office space. I was put on a couch. It was moss green, and felt like so. Dazai had left the room to grab some bandages and antiseptics. The atmosphere was silent, only particles of dust could be seen through the mellow ray. I picked this specific time, so no one would be here.

After a matter of minutes, Dazai opened the door, with a plastic bag in his hand. Then he walked over, and half kneeled in front of me, taking out the antiseptics and bandages. Dazai opened the drawer from aside, and took out a cotton cloth, opening the bottle of antiseptic before pouring it down on the cloth. It was in one motion and felt so systematic. As Dazai held out the cloth, he gave me a gestured expression, as if asking my permission to apply the disinfectant.

"I can do it myself, there's no need to bother," I said, making an unwilling expression.

Dazai used his free hand to lift my leg, and examined the wound closely while making a sorrowful expression and replied, "Since I was the one who caused the injury, I don't think it's a very smart choice to leave my future suicide partner uncared, don't you think?" He said in a playful tone, highly contrasted from the experience beforehand. As he applied the antiseptic, I flinched, and Dazai looked at me with a regretful face "I'm sorry, does it hurt that much?"

I shook my head, "it does, but there's no reason why it wouldn't."

The man chuckled lightly at the response and continued to clean the wound, then wrapped the bandage around it. His movements were rather skilled and proficient. Overall, by the looks of the bandages on his arms and neck, it doesn't seem like Dazai has done any less of this.

"Now it's all done Chika-chan!" He announced with a warm smile, clapping his hands together to express the joy. "Since it was my fault for the injury and I'm sure there are more things to discuss about." He said with a mysterious expression, but then turned into a requesting one, "Care for a drink? And please accept my apologies." Dazai invited (though it seemed more like an excuse for drinking) while pointing to the direction of a bar, just on the opposite side of the agency.

"That would be nice, and there's no such need for an apology" I replied while standing up, grabbing my bag, and hand gestures to go. "Shall we?" It's really becoming more and more interesting.

Dazai stood up too, patting dust off his pants and coat, before doing something out of the usual. He took my hand and then guided me to the bar, where we found an empty space to sit. It was next to the staff door, alone and quiet.

"What would you like?" Dazai questioned.

"Your usual maybe." I said with a smirk.

"You don't look suitable for that. How old are you?" He looked me up closely with squinted eyes, "By the looks of your school uniform, I believe you're in high school and underage..."

"I'm 14." I said with a relaxed face.

Dazai laughed at the response, and replied, "Then I'll recommend you to not have my usual. A mocktail will do."

After ordering it with the bartender, they made it in under two minutes, with Dazai receiving a glass of beer with a round-shaped ice inside, and me receiving a lemon-yellow drink with mints on top. He clinked his glass with mine and smiled before sipping his drink.

"Cheers"

"Cheers"

Dazai held his glass up for a few seconds - as if giving a toast to someone - before he drank his alcohol again. He takes a few more sips of his drink before putting it down and leaning back on the couch. He spoke in a relaxed manner "So, what brings you here?"

"Would you believe me if I said I was too bored?"

Dazai sipped his drink again. He looked over at me with that same smirk. He leaned his chin on his hand and commented, "Humans do get bored often. It won't be a surprise. Especially the adolescents who I assume feel alienated."

"Are you suggesting that you're not human then? Or too alienated to be considered one." I asked blankly.

"It's the matter of perspective that differentiates these subjects. So I'm in no position to judge, nor are you." He replied, saying it more like a fact.

"Judgement is the nature of humanity. It can't be changed no matter how hard one tries." I spoke.

"But keep it to yourself. Consequences will come." He commented, taking another sip.

"Without judgement, humanity will fail. The fundamentals of living would be meaningless, or has it already been? If that's the case, everything would eventually lead to suicide."

When hearing the word 'suicide', he suddenly smiled and said, "It's not easy like what you believe Chika-chan. The world may not be as meaningless as what you think. There are still feelings left for grief." Then he continued with a joke, "At least don't commit a solo suicide, a painless double suicide would bring less suffering."

I questioned back, "How come a suicide maniac like you want a painless suicide?"

His face turned into a sentimental look, as if recalling some painful memory. "Well, you know, I hate pain," Dazai answered.

A bit surprised by the answer, I chose to make no further commitment to that conversation. There's not much to say anyway, except for silence.

Dazai then returned to his previous self again, but raised his voice to a slightly louder volume with a questionable tonality, "Alright Chika, after all that gagger, what do you really want?"

I answered firmly with hands clenching, "A job at the agency."