Little Doll (Mafia!Dazai x reader)

(C. 29) Boredom

A/N I really liked the last chapter. Just a fun fact about me. Also, I really thought this fic was only going to be 31 chapters but turns out I need more space than that for what I have planned soooo.....

later A/N but from the same day because i literally wrote this fic in three days spread out across several weeks: guys, its officially thirty four chapters and an epilogue. I wasn't too far off. (i've been writing non-stop since noon. I have a problem. I started off at chapter twenty five or twenty six I think?? and went straight through to the epilogue.)

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Dazai had thrown himself into his work after his last conversation with Chuuya. It was an easy thing to do with the assignment he'd been put on, tracking some group called Mimic with Oda. They hadn't intended to work together on it, but between Oda's search for the missing Ango and Dazai's own task, there had ended up being a surprising amount of overlap.

He lied to himself all the while, claiming it was just the intrigue of the job rather than Dazai's own personal avoidance of the realization Chuuya had spurred on. The truth of the matter was that he just didn't know how he would react, how he should react. Everything had changed.

The only time he'd been able to bring himself to face her was for her own promotion to executive. It had been just the night before, her eyes had been bright and full of pride. Mori's reluctance was clear as he handed over the official forms. With Y/n as an executive, his power over her was seriously diminished. Dazai knew he wouldn't have done it unless he didn't have a choice. Considering how popular the stories about her power had become, the other members of the organization were beginning to question why she hadn't been promoted yet. With questions of any sort in a place like the Port Mafia, power always came up. Mori couldn't have anyone question his judgement, and could think of no legitimate reasons to deny Y/n the title. 

She had excitedly asked him to come with Chuuya to celebrate after it was all over. Dazai had made some excuse about having work to do on his assignment and left, giving her the best wishes and most heartfelt congratulations. It wasn't completely a lie, but it wasn't the whole truth. He had disappeared into his room planning strategies to fight against Mimic at the boss's request. It could have waited.

Now, he stood in the basement of the Port Mafia, the depths of their torture rooms, surveying the carnage laid out before him.

"I'd like an explanation." Dazai stated, his voice quiet and serious and his back to the subordinates of his that were occupying the space with him.

"We captured Mimic's vanguard that attacked the casino with the knockout gas as planned." one of them stated. Dazai could hear the click of his shoes on the floor as the man behind him took a step forward, "One of them committed suicide, but we brought the other three here. We were planning to have them talk about the others. We even removed the poison hidden in their teeth."

"I know that." Dazai sighed, growing more irritated by the second. The feeling of the bandage wrapped around his head wasn't helping. "This was all part of my plan. What I want to know, is what happened after that."

"One of the soldiers woke up earlier than expected." the same man said, stuttering a bit as he did so. Dazai was used to having that sort of effect on the people around him, especially his subordinates, and paid it no mind. "Before we could get handcuffs on him, he stole one of our guns and most likely shot his comrades so they couldn't talk. He also came after us-"

"So I decided to take care of it." Akutagawa's familiar, harsh voice cut through the air, interrupting the man.

Dazai didn't deign to turn and watch as his favorite subordinate entered the chamber, the rest of his ilk parting like the red sea and allowing him to approach their leader.