Shadow Reaper - Soukoku - What if Dazai stayed in the Port Mafia?...

Suicide?!

Author's note: Before you start I just need to let you know that there is fluff, a few angst moments and very strong language, violence and a suicide attempt as well as death so please don't read if you're uncomfortable with any of those things. Thank you. :) 

It was an ordinary evening in Yokohama. The sun was setting behind the city scape turning the usually dull, mundane concrete from its sad grey to a nice warm orangey glow. A boy with white hair and tattered clothes sat by the river pondering his existence and how to get some food when there were legs in the river?! Yep. Someone was drifting down the river. Too stunned by the strange sight, he was considering just leaving the person to be swept up by the current. Pathetic gargling noises forces the boy's body into action against his better judgements. He can't just let someone drown. He jumps in and (with immense effort) drags the person from the river. 

He was wearing a smart black trench coat over the top of a suit with an obsidian waist coat. You could hardly call him a person however, a mummy would be more suited as the young man was bandaged from head to toe. He sits up gasping for breath and coughing up water from his lungs, his lanky body trying to clear his air way. 

"I'm alive?...Drat...Tell me. Are you the one who interrupted my submersion?" He stands up and looks accusingly down at the boy with a strange sense of authority. The depths of his dark eyes expressing no emotion.                                                          

"A-are you scolding me for...saving you?" The boy stands up wobbling slightly and looks at the stranger, they're both soaking wet to the bone with ice-cold river water. He wraps his scrawny arms around himself in a sorry attempt to warm his chest.                                                   

"Yes that is exactly what I'm doing." He looks at the pathetic excuse for a boy who saved his life with cold eyes despite their warm toffee colour. Trying to discern his exact emotions was an impossibility and everything about him screamed 'danger'.                                                                                                 

"S-suicide?!" He's so shocked he almost falls over again with exhaustion.                                            

The young man casually shrugs. "Sure. But anyway, what are you doing here?" His tone is light and calm yet his whole demeanour seems off somehow though the boy can't figure out why.        

"Well I got kicked out of my orphanage about two weeks ago so I was just finding somewhere to sleep...why?" A white lie. He didn't want to admit he was previously considering jumping someone to have enough money for a few scraps of food.                                                                                                                                                                         

This seems to have peaked the stranger's interest. "Really?...Well today might just be your lucky day!"                                                                                                                                                                                          

"W-Huh? What do you mean?" The boy's surprise and shock was evident in his reaction to the stranger's kind yet somewhat presumptuous statement.