A bunch of unrelated fics of SKK.
(Mostly centered around Hurt Chuuya and Comforting/Caring Dazai.)
Total Word Count: 125k+
Note: I take no credits for this fic. Itʼs currently an on-going series on ao3, posted by a friend of mine. Iʼve already ask...
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Elise in this chapter^
Summary:
The footsteps grew closer and closer, before they stopped when the flashlight shone into the room, automatically reflecting the bloodied and broken body to the unsuspecting viewers eyes. The guard took a startled step back, terror ringing in his ears as the flashlight dropped from his hands.
Bumping the wall behind him with his gaze fixed, he screamed.
Warnings: ⚠WARNING!!! EXTREME GORE AND BODY HORROR. NOT FOR THE WEAK STOMACH OR PEOPLE WHO EASILY FEEL SICK BY GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS OF VIOLENCE!!!!⚠ Torture, gore, blood. This is for the ones who would love to see Mori in pain. Badass Elise for those who are tired of Pedo-Mori.
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A crow flapped its wings and flew off into the dark night.
Somewhere, rats ran through sewers and old drain pipes. The boards creaked and the continuous hum of the wind picked up as the broken glass of the window strewn across the floor was slowly being painted in the growing puddle of blood, originating from a corpse that succumbed to its several injuries. The wind picked up, blowing air into the small room where a chair was placed in the middle, with a person tied to it, dead long before it could be found.
Footsteps echoed in the abandoned building, as a flashlight was shone on every nook and cranny. The person wearing the uniform of a simple night guard did his nightly round of checking for intruders. The footsteps grew closer and closer, before they stopped when the flashlight shone into the room, automatically reflecting the bloodied and broken body to the unsuspecting viewers eyes. The guard took a startled step back, terror ringing in his ears as the flashlight dropped from his hands.
Bumping the wall behind him with his gaze fixed, he screamed.
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The raven haired man spun on his chair, bored out of his mind. With a sweet in his mouth, he hummed before groaning loudly, stopping the spinning by abruptly placing his feet on the desk in front of him and booing at the situation.
It had been the second day that the ex-mafiaso had been brought here by their other ex-mafiaso, fixed up by Yosano and then lectured by Kunikida for ‘helping sworn enemiesʼ. The President had been strangely gone during this time of peril. Not that Ranpo really cared, but he hadnʼt been assigned to a case in a week and he needed something to do. He was getting restless and the most interesting thing that had happened so far was the appearance of a half-dead mafiaso carried in by Dazai, who was usually composed and calm, but appeared frantic and almost psychotic.
