🎧 Song of the chapter 🎧
Seventeen– Ladytron
'They only want you when you're 17,'
'When you're 21, you're no fun'____________________________________________________________________
Dark ERA;
'Y/N, we need you, you can't just leave during work hours!' Mori cries out with a swayful tone.
'I can and will.' I say through grit teeth.
'Oh, Y/N I'm afraid Dazai needs you,' he frowns along with his act.
'What for..?' I slightly tremble.
'Business.' he extends his hand, I smack it away.
'Normally I'd fall for it. No longer shall I,'
'Then you are no longer useful. ********, Take y/n to the room.' Mori commands.Thrown into my own dungeon. I sit leant against the wall. Yelling was useless, Ive been here before, back when karma was still a bitch. I was stripped of all my belongings. I sat in remorse. Ive finally hit rock bottom. How much longer until I just died?
My h/c hair was rested at the top in a ponytail and the rest flowed free. Everything hurt. My legs, arms, head, chest, everything. I ached for social interaction. Craving something you loathe, interesting. Being isolated wasn't that bad, I had time to write, time to reflect, and not a power hungry boss forcing me to work overtime. But I missed everything about being outside. I could tease people, drink freely, talk to others and eat what I wanted when I wanted. I missed being outside.
I attempted to use my ability, but it wouldn't work. I banged on the walls, nothing. I cried for help. I banged my head against the wall. I stared at the ceiling with all the energy I had. I lost all of my love for life. I only existed to die anyway. Isn't that why we were all conceived? To one day eventually become what others before us did.
My family came to me next. I remembered slightly what they had appeared to be. My mother, she had dark hair, bluebelle eyes, pale skin and she was always dressed against the weather, her caring personality used to move my heart, whenever she cooked I would help and taste everything. She never got mad at me. On the other hand, my father was an alcoholic, he was always annoyed. His h/c hair and e/c eyes matched me. His s/c skin looked so battered and overused. He would always provoke violence in the household. My brother on the other hand was conservative, his dark hair and eyes were seen as attractive by alot of the ladies in the neighbourhood, he would care for me, his face would always remain blank, like how there were times where mine does the same. He enjoyed trains and Christmas. Christmas was an excuse for everyone to drink a full glass of wine. He would always say stuff like 'how's that going to be treated? Murder of the second degree' it was always while we played games together that his remarks on law would be seen as important.
The day my father left was the day everyone else fell apart, we all were driven insane.
I slowly succumbed to sleep. Cold and touch-deprived.
Later on, I awoke in a familiar room, in a familiar bed, next to a familiar person. I was located in Dazai's room. Next to him, in his bed, with him. I felt that his arm was around me.
'Samu..' I murmur and Dazai's eyes open almost as if he wasn't truly sleeping.
'Y/N?' he looks curious, the moonlight spilling onto his face, his chestnut eyes and hair werent as dark as usual.
'Why am I here? Wasn't I-' my expression obviously didn't get seen by Dazai as I was basked in shade.
'Oh, nothing, now sleep, you were all panicky and jumpy earlier.' he frowns with guilt.I turn away and slowly, but surely, snoring is heard.
A/N
IM SO TIRED AND THIS STORY IS MAKING ME EXTRA TIRED SOBBING 😭😭 ANYWAYS ILY'S 🥰🥰HELP IVE BEEN DROPPING CLUES FOR THE PLOT THE WHOLE CHAPTER- I NEED PEOPLE TO START MAKING THEORIES 😭😭
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