Grief in the Stereo| Dazai X Male Reader

012; Debts are Owed.

🎧 Song of the chapter 🎧
Mad Hatter– Melanie Martinez
'Where is my prescription,'
'Doctor, Doctor! Please listen.'

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Pre Dark Era (10yro Y/N)

I was running despite my lungs hurting. They were crushing eachother with every breath. I couldn't breathe. I ran harder and faster until I reached a 'medical clinic'.

As I entered a woman with blonde hair and bluebelle eyes smiled down at me.

'And who might you be?' she asked with that same smile.

'I.. need.. a doctor.. please.' I say still gasping for air.

The woman smiles at me.

'What seems to be the problem? Uh..?' her smile sickens me.

'Y/N.' I furrow my eyebrows.

'Well Y/N.. what's the problem?'

'I want to talk to someone else about it.. a doctor.' I frown.

She leads me down a hallway, a hallway that stunk of bleach. I hold my nose closed as I venture down the hall. I take in the woman's features, she looks like someone you'd see at a costume party, not a receptionist or nurse.

The office she leads me into is filled with diagrams of the human body and anatomy. The doctor, of whom wears a white trenchcoat, with a black button down and dress pants. His sickening smile widens. The nurse stops and close the door as she leaves.

I take a mental image of the doctor. Medium length black hair, a man in his mid to late thirties, wearing white gloves and leather shoes, the room is completely bland. I smell the bleach and cover my mouth.

'So.. you're Y/N?..' he asks as he looks at me.

'Yeah.. listen. I have this weird thing that I do that causes me to start vomiting blood. It really hurts and I want something for it.'

'I have just the thing.' The doctor smiles and injects a needle into me.

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Dark Era:

Mori sits behind his desk filling two glasses of wine. He smiles at me and pushes a glass forwards. I start to drink the wine.

'Y/N, do you remember when I saved you that time?' he asks sighing.

'Yeah, how could I forget?' I keep a neutral expression.

'That day you told me you'd do anything for that treatment. Now it's time I ask that of you.' He pauses and I turn my head in confusion. 'What I ask of you.. Y/N, is to pledge your loyalty, heart, soul and every efforts into the port mafia, to never let your guard down, no matter how embarrassing the situation. I want for you to be a reliable asset.'

'I.. I can do that.' I look down at my finished wine glass.

'Ah.. Good! Wouldn't want Dazai all alone would we?' he says as he motions towards me, a slight chuckle and playful tone.

'No we wouldn't!' I joke back.

I didn't get why Mori wanted.. no, needed me so badly. What was wrong with it if I left? Why did I have to sign MY life away to him? Did I really owe him anything at all? That was for sure.

I owed Mori my life. But maybe just not in this lifetime.

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PRESENT!!

I awake with a jolt and unfamiliar prescense of a hospital bed. The first thing I could smell was bleach. I stick my tongue out in disapproval.

I stand and leave my bed, I change out of the clothes I had on, all torn and gross. I was now wearing a white button down and ripped jeans, with my usual boots.

As I exit the room I realise it's late at night. Nobody was in the building, so I was relatively alone, the door was unlocked.

The first rule of being last around is to lock the door and if someone is asleep, lock the door and leave the key. It made no sense.

I walk over to my desk, it being cleared of any and all paperwork. On the other hand, Dazai's desk was full of it. I smile sadly, take the paperwork and move it to my desk. I start to work on it.

Hours pass and it's finally filled out and filed. I sigh in relief as the sun starts to peek over the horizon. The blue sky being silky and soft looking as the stars disappear mysteriously.

The door unlocks with a click and I jump slightly. The president enters.

'I see you have recovered?' He turns his head and smiles.

'Yeah.. I also did some work.. you know, to catch up?' he sighs.

'When you're alone you push yourself too much Y/N.. You musnt push yourself, no matter what you were taught by the mafia.' he rests his hand on my left shoulder.

'Yeah.. but a lazy man is no man.. meaning if I don't do it and laze around I might as well be dead..' I frown unable to see meaning in the President's words.

'Alright, just don't push yourself.. Okay?.. Oh, and Ranpo's on his way.' He smiles and leaves.

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