Bungo Stray Dogs Oneshots

Ougai Mori- Curtains Can't Hide Everything

Warnings: Child!(M/N) for a bit,Slight!Pedophilia, Abuse

Pronouns- Both- (He/Him)

Gifts- Vita Sexualis, (M/N)- Below the Surface- the ability to control any form of lava and fire mimicking the inner part of earth. Can control any form of fire not caused by him, downside- he isn't immune to the fire meaning it could still kill him. Dazai's ability can't nullify the burns created, though

Third Person POV:

A small child, another victim. A victim to the world. Homeless. Alone. Scared. Neglected by society. (M/N) (L/N), the kid who burned his body. Through cold winters he'd burn his own body to keep warm, making him look mental or diseased. And you know people will only take the 'perfect' kid in today's economy. Everything is an act. A chance to look better. 

There was one man who watched this seven year old boy struggle through life, avoiding any action. He'd occasionally leave some food at the end of the alleyway when he wasn't around just to keep alive long enough, until he was eight. He believed there was something special about this boy, and he was quite cute in the man's eyes. Ougai Mori, the abuse creator. 

(M/N) had no idea what he was getting himself into when he agreed to live with the man, desperate for food and shelter, no matter the cost. He'd just never thought it would be using him as a toy.

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"Good morning (M/N)." Mori smiled creepily at the eight year old, who'd only been with him a week. 

He yanked the sheets off of his frail body, exposing the burns on his chest. 

"Good morning sir." He yawned tiredly, sitting up, startled by the cold air. 

"(M/N) today you will start training." He looked the small boy who was now sitting on the bed with just a pair of shorts on, up and down with a small smirk.

"Why would I need training?" He cocks his head in confusion, looking up at the man with an innocent face.

"Your ability needs to be controlled. Dazai will be teaching you. He's my right hand man. 

A teenage boy covered in black clothing and bandages with dead eyes walked in standing behind Mori with an excited expression on his face. 

"H-hi there." (M/N) glanced over at the brunette, looking into his one eye.

"Hello there (M/N)-chan. I'm very excited to help you out." He looks over at Mori and then at the kid who felt small beneath the two men in front of him. 

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"GET UP! YOU'RE WEAK. You'll never be able to control your ability if you cant even land a fuckin' punch you useless piece of shit." Dazai kicked (M/N)'s shaking body, curled up into a ball, burns covering his skin, clothes filled with holes.

"I-i can't. It hurts." He coughed up blood, arms wrapped around his stomach. 

"Would you want Mori in here? Goddamn it! Answer Me!" He kicked his back again, boot marks on his white and dirty shirt.

"N-no I'm sor-ry." He choke out, forcing his body to lift off of the ground.

"Good." He chuckled, eyes glaring down, scoffing slightly. 

(M/N) winced, balling his hands into a fist, raising them up to throw a punch at the teen in front of him.

"Go on. Hit me." He smiled sadistically, hands placed in the pocket of his coat.

The eight year old's arms swung slow and weak. (M/N) felt the embarrassment in him grow when Dazai began to dodge his attacks without even using his hands.