Warning: Suicide Attempt!
Dazai was freed from his own mind after a week.
Many things changed.
The child's eyes were once filled with darkness, but they used to search for light. Now, they were simply vacant.
Devoid of any emotion.
The child's eyes no longer held a glimpse of hope and the desire to live.
His physical state underwent changes in addition to his mental state, which he himself cannot fully explain.
His arms, already marked with scars, were now also adorned with bite marks. His face appeared gaunt, with his bones visible beneath the scarred skin.
The clothes that fit him two weeks ago were now much looser.
His hair, a rich chocolate brown, had grown out and appeared rather dark and oily due to neglect, while his teeth had turned yellow from lack of proper hygiene.
After leaving the room, Dazai was forced to take a bath and change his clothing.
On the way to one of the bathroom stalls in the building, Dazai had comprehended the entire situation...
First, he got a nickname
the Demon Oracle
The reason why he got it was because
The bodyguards whose death he predicted died just like how he told them.
So it led many to believe that Dazai passed an ability with which he could see the future
Demon was attached to the nickname due to the brutal killing of the old man.
my first kill!
Now if Dazai has to predict why his grandfather, the port Mafia Boss called him is because...
he wants to verify the rumors and recruit Dazai into the Mafia officially.
Now standing in front of the office, after changing into formal attire, Dazai was led into the room.
it reeks of-
The room was filled with the sickening scent one can smell in hospitals. The rapid beeping of a medical machine and the raspy coughing of an old man on his deathbed filled the air.
Dazai walked towards the bed.
The dying man, who was restless even on his deathbed, caught his gaze.
"Ah, Dazai, my grandson!"
The man appeared significantly paler, with his bones poking out from his skin. His face was wrinkled, and his eye sockets seemed to bulge out.
He reeked of death.
Dazai felt suffocated.
The dimly lit room, the heavy air, the sound of the beeping, and the disgusting sound of the dying old man.
"Ahaha! You should have told me that you had the ability to see the future."
"I don't"
a small mumble, barely a sound.
"What?"
"I don't have the ability to see the future"
This time a bit louder. The voice hoars, due to not talking for weeks.
"You don't?"
The port mafia boss looked genuinely shocked,
"So, you didn't predict the death of those two guards?"
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Across the reflection
FanfictionA world where one is born with an ability, which itself is rare. But some people are born with a soulmate. Although having a soulmate is so rare it has become a myth and tale. Now a 14-year-old Dazai was sitting in front of the mirror which showed...
