Little Doll (Mafia!Dazai x reader)

(C. 3) The Silver Oracle

"This is hopeless." Mori was saying and Dazai listened from his spot in the corner, eyes fixed on the concoction he was busying himself with, "Our weapon smugglers are two weeks behind schedule. Our men are going to be fighting with kitchen knives at this rate, and that's not all. With the escalating violence, we're losing contracts for our protection business."

Y/n sat placidly in his lap and Mori sighed, running a hand through her hair which was hanging loose around her face for once.

"Maybe we just aren't cut out for this. What do you think, Dazai?"

Mori turned around in his chair to face his protege seated in the corner.

"Come on, Mori..." he began, looking over at the older man, "Not having money, not having intel, not having the trust of your subordinates... you knew that from the beginning, didn't you?"

"You're so mean." Mori all but whined, hand coming to a rest atop Y/n's head as he stopped playing with her hair, "Say, why are you mixing hypertension medication with hypotension medication?"

"I thought taking them together might be a comfortable way to die." Dazai stated plainly.

Y/n brought a hand to her mouth, hiding the light laughter leaving her lips from sight. Dazai smiled softly at her. Although they hadn't shared a word since the time he had given her lunch, which was over a ago at this point, he had found that they had come to a sort of understanding with one another. An unspoken bond had been formed between the two, in Dazai's eyes at any rate.

"Dazai," Mori began, all amusement and playfulness falling from his tone. Dazai saw the way his fingers tensed atop Y/n's head. "You were there when I inherited the boss's seat. You are a witness for his will."

It had happened about a year before. Y/n and he had stood dutifully beside their master while he slit the throat of the Port Mafia's boss, claiming the title as his own. Neither teen had even flinched at the sight, bloodshed was normal for them. On top of that, it hadn't exactly seemed like an incorrect choice.

The old boss, already on his deathbed, had been ordering the death of every opposing organization including the military police. It didn't take a genius to know the trouble an order like that would cause if carried out. It was irrational, the sick man not having a care for the lives of his own men.

Mori had delivered him a quick death. A single swipe of his scalpel against the mans throat, and it was done. Without faltering, Mori had explained the story he wanted shared with the public, with the rest of the organization. He had declared himself the new head of the Port Mafia. There had been no one to oppose as he wove his story, naming Dazai and Dazai alone as his witness.

It had been a tough adjustment to make for all, and the trio found themselves more frequently in their old haunt than their new one.

"I can't have you dying so willy-nilly." Mori concluded.

Dazai paused, the beaker on his lips.

"What about her?" Dazai asked carefully, lowing the vessel and using it to gesture to Y/n, "She was there too, can't she serve as witness?"

"I have other plans for my favorite pet." Mori cryptically replied.

"You made an error in judgement." Dazai stated calmly, "It was smart of you to choose someone who attempts suicide as your accomplice, but here I am a year later. Alive."

"I made no error." Mori retorted, "You and I were successful in our mission together."

"The mission isn't complete until those who were involved in the assassination are silenced. To that end, I was a perfect accomplice. Even if I ended my life in a suicide of unknown motivation after you became the boss thanks to my testimony, no one would suspect a thing. It was surprising to me you involved her."

Mori looked down at the girl on his lap.

"There is a reason I put you on the stand and not her. No one even knows that she was there."

"But they assume." Dazai cut in, "People watch you, and people talk."

"You remind me of someone." Mori noted, not bothering to tell Dazai who, "If I was going to silence you, I would have done it long ago. This future we now find ourselves in, however, was fine with me and so I have not. If you really want, I can prepare you something that will end your life comfortably."

"Really?"

"In exchange, I want to ask you to do a quick investigation." Mori nodded.

There was a knock at the door.

"Perfect timing." he said with a smile, taking Y/n off his lap and standing up as the door opened and two men stepped inside.

They wore dark suits, and Dazai vaguely registered them as being members of one of the Mafia's many, highly trained, groups of assassins.

"My dear," Mori began, looking down at Y/n who was watching the two men carefully, "I want you to go with these men. They will take good care of you."

Her eyes widened slightly at his words and she looked up at him.

"They're not gonna..." she said, her question trailing off into the air as she placed a hand over her mouth.

It was the third time Dazai had heard her voice, still just as smooth and delicate as the last two. It was clear she had not meant to speak her worries aloud as she nervously looked up at Mori, arms protectively crossed across her chest.

"No, no." he chuckled, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. She had gotten a bit taller over the past year, but still looked no where near the fifteen year old she was. "No one is allowed to touch you but me. They know that if I catch a single word of a single stray hand being laid on your sweet self, I will have their heads."

Although he looked at Y/n the whole time he spoke, Dazai could tell his words were aimed at the two men. Their backs stiffened in response, and he figured that they had caught it as well.

"These two men are going to be teaching you how to defend yourself, actually." Mori explained, looking over at the men once again. His gaze was cool and collected, Dazai swore he could see one of the men start to sweat beneath it. "That way if anyone ever does something like that, you will be safe. Alright?"

Y/n eyes flickered back to the men for a moment before she nodded.

"Good girl." he said, taking his arm off of her shoulders and placing his hand on the small of her back.

Timidly, she walked over to the men who led her out of the room. Only once the door was firmly shut behind them did Mori return his attention to Dazai.

"The investigation won't be a big deal. Theres no danger involved." Mori said, continuing their previous discussion as if it hadn't been interrupted.

He sat back down at his desk, his back to Dazai who was realizing this was the first real interaction he'd had with his mentor without his shadow present.

"Sounds so sketchy." he found himself responding as Mori scribbled something on a scrap of paper.

"I trust that you know about Suribachi City in the Yokohama settlement?" he asked, turning his chair around to face his protege once again, "There's a rumor going around that a certain individual has emerged in that area. I want you to investigate that rumor."

He held what he'd written on the paper up in front of him so that Dazai could see it.

"This contract," he explained, "is a delegation of authority. They call is the Silver Oracle. Show this to any Port Mafia member and they'll do anything you ask of them."

"Who is the rumor about?"

"Take a guess."

"A rumor that's harmful just by it spreading..." everything clicked and he got to his feet, "I see, so that's whats going on. It's the previous boss, isn't it?"

"Correct." Mori confirmed as Dazai made his way across the room to him, "There are some humans who must never rise from the grave. You understand, don't you?"

"You promise to make me that drug?" Dazai asked, taking the paper from Mori's hand.

"This will be your first job. Welcome to the Port Mafia." Mori grinned up at him.