﹙Bungo Stray Dogs x Child! Gender Neutral! Reader﹚
﹕Brief﹕
What happens when (Y/n) (L/n), a regular 10 year old, accidentally texts an suicidal maniac? Would this lead (Y/n) down a spiral of crazy events, or perhaps, finding a new home.
﹕Info﹕
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Dazai's kid left [ Detectives + Little Detective ]
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"Done. Are you sure we don't want to keep it for info? If not I'm tossing it out the window." Chuuya mentioned. Mori had told him to delete and block the Detectives contacts, after that Chuuya would decide where the phone would go.
"Don't worry, Chuuya. (Y/n) won't be needing them back any time soon. Now, you do understand what I need from you. Right, Chuuya?" Mori, the Port Mafia's boss, explained. Chuuya nodded before turning around and exiting the office.
Your phone still in his pocket.
He is not excited about this job, that's for sure.
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You and Ozaki, which she told you to call her Kouyou, were walking down the Port Mafia headquarters halls. They were twisty and turny with alot of guards. All the guards just stared at you two, creepy, was the first word that came to your mind.
You couldn't help but ruffle at some of the edges on your outfit. You didn't like it one bit. Who chose this anyway? No way it was Kouyou, she probably would've picked something like her own.
"Kouyou, who chose my outfit?" You ask the women, looking up at her. You always did like her scarlet hair and beautiful eyes. You hear her chuckle a bit.
"Your dad, Chuuya, picked them out. He stole them from another kid, he was around your age when he got here too."
"Who was he?"
"Akutagawa." Kouyou told you. She couldn't help but think about how troublesome he was, always looking for Dazai's praise and approval. Kouyou is sure Chuuya can raise you better though.
You nod at her. Akutagawa.. Avocado?
You look down at your attire once again. 'No wonder Dazai didn't want me to have his fashion sense.' You bitterly think to yourself.
Noticing another pair of footsteps coming from down the hall, you avert your gaze upwards. As you two draw closer to this figure, you now stare into the eyes of your new 'father'. Out of no where you ask the question that's been bugging you all morning.
