They say that the loveliest angels make the cruellest demon, and this man was so beautiful before they dragged him through hell. But you probably won't get to see that part of his story; where he had to fight demon after demon - monster after monster. He was one to keep himself to himself. Especially when it comes to this kind of stuff. But who instantly opens up to strangers, anyway? That would be suicidal. A foolish decision. But he was an immortal idiot who had nothing left to lose. Who knew what he would do just to give new meaning to his life? I know I wouldn't have been able to handle it.
"Dazai! DAZAI!" The loud voice surprised the brunet and he opened his eyes, taking his headphones off and staring at the blond that now loomed over him. Dazai smiled sweetly and waved at the fuming blond. That was his first and final mistake of the day. Kunikida pushed his glasses up before throwing Dazai across the room. "WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT SLACKING OFF AT WORK? YOU HAVE A MOUNTAIN OF PAPERWORK AND THERE'S ONLY SO MUCH ATSUSHI CAN DO. HAVE YOU NO RESPECT OR-?"
"Now, now Kunikida, there's no need to get angry. I am on top of everything, trust me. When have I ever missed a deadline?" Dazai smiled at the taller male as he stood up, using a nearby table as support and then stretching. He'd been lying in the same position for a little over an hour, and his body had started to go numb.
"You've already missed seven deadlines in the past twenty-four hours." Kunikida protested, clearly more stressed than anyone else in the agency ever will be.
"No, I finished them all and handed them in on time, just like I said I would. You can even check." Dazai used a window to fix the bandages around his neck, and Kunikida just stared at him, confused.
"When did you have time to do that? I don't think I've seen you do anything other than sleep, read, or attempt suicide." The taller male walked over to Dazai's desk and flicked through his emails, only to see that he was telling the truth. "Colour me surprised."
"I'm what people call a severe procrastinator. Sure, it's not a good way to live, but it gets the job done when I need it to." Dazai replied with a shrug, his eyes skimming over Kunikida, who looked quite tense. "You worry too much, Kunikida. Don't get your ponytail in a twist. It isn't a good look on you."
Dazai laughed and this only angered Kunikida more. But Dazai knew this would happen. It's the whole reason he does it. Kunikida's reactions make for a good performance. They sure as hell liven things up around here. "Alright, get out. I'm handing you over to the Port Mafia, and I hope they torture you to the point you wish becomes a reality."
Kunikida kicked him out via the window and slammed it closed, which was then followed by several shouts and a roll of bandages to be thrown out of the window at Dazai's head, to which he let out a small sigh. Beside him, Chuuya chuckled, clearly amused by the entire situation and Dazai just watched him, a melancholy feeling appearing in the pit of his stomach. Watching someone you love die is an image you will never forget. That is something Dazai knew all too well. It was still so strange seeing someone who was basically the reincarnation of the man he had killed to get here. It hurt him a lot more than he liked. A lot more than it should have. He was a monster, after all.
"Well, who am I to deny a request by someone who has such a similar opinion of you. I hope it finally brings me some closure for what you put me through, you fucker." Chuuya kicked him in the chest, only holding back on beating the guy up because they were in public.
Dazai had to suppress a shudder, the weight behind those words holding much more power than he would have liked them to have, especially now that he was lying on the floor like this and he could feel the blood surrounding him; he could imagine the reminiscent look in his ocean eyes. It hurt so much. Instead of letting the redhead know he had dealt some damage, Dazai just smiled at the petite male as he sat up. "Now, now, Chuuya. No need to get power-hungry just because you're finally taller than me. Or did you forget I just had to stand and you'd be back to half my height?"
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// chaos incarnate // osamu dazai //
Fanfiction// "People speak of hope as if it is this delicate, ephemeral thing made of whispers and spider webs. It's not. Hope has dirt on her face, blood on her knuckles, the grit of cobblestones in her hair, and just spat out a tooth as she rises for anothe...
