White Lily (Dazai Osamu x gn! Reader)

Bluff Game

CHU-CHU-CHU-CHU the train rattled along rusty, orange tracks. It screeched and it whined left and right, filling the night with its horrid symphony.

"So, what are we going to do about this???" You asked for the nth time since Chuuya had 'landed.'

The guy was confused enough as it was, and your questioning didn't help him think nor understand the predicament any better.

"I don't know. Just chill out for a moment."

You took a deep breath and calmed yourself. The ginger and you had just broken off from Dazai. The question of if you should attempt to reunite with him somehow or if you should just complete the job weighed on your mind.

The latter sounded more in line with typical mafia mentality, but...even though it was Dazai, who you've never seen in a rough spot, you couldn't help the slightest feeling of concern.

Oh, feelings begone! They're wasted on a man who can't even die correctly! Nothing to concern yourself over.

Shaking your head, you decided to look at the situation objectively: The only thing that matters is the task at hand. You've got a job, and that's the end of the story.

Having finally reached a conclusion, you decided to pick up your pair of bolt cutters. Chuuya just glanced at you and nodded knowing you'd decided your next course of action. He himself started walking cautiously along the roof of the train, keeping an eye out for trouble. He headed toward the direction of the back.

You proceeded toward a cargo box just as you had when the train was stopped. Albeit, it was harder with the train jolting around and shaking, but it was fine. You could still crack into the boxes all the same.

Before you'd been able to even touch the seals on the crate however, a huge torrent of clacking noises barraged your ears. You heard Chuuya's voice come from somewhere on the other side of the shipping container you were working with, though you couldn't quite make out his words.

You pulled yourself up onto the roof of the container and were met with a terrible mass of bodies; Scatters of men with the exact same face were found on both ends of the train, boxing you and Chuuya in.

"Damn-" The both of you said, surprisingly in sync.

The sheer numbers of these people, er, person(?), was frightening in and of itself...So the Gifted man's power was cloning this whole time. You can't say you like that fact.

The clones charged straight toward you both in a huge heap on either side of you. Chuuya flung at them, whacking the clones away quickly with ease.

On the other hand...you couldn't say the same for you. You raised up your arms with the bolt cutters in hand, and swung at the clones. You knocked the first couple off of the train with a little sweat and toil, but they were quickly replaced by more behind them.

"Oh frick-"

One clone of the man pulled forward in front of the rest and lunged straight at you. You attempted to dodge, but he grabbed onto the bolt cutters in your hand, so you'd either have to give up your weapon or give up your momentum in the fight.

"Just get off the train, and leaves us the hell alone!"

Surprise painted over your face when you heard him try to speak with you. It's not the best look. Is this guy really a pro hired to protect this cargo???

Cause if he thinks talking it out is going to reconcile both end goals, he's in for a rude awakening.

"I've got a job. Buzz off." You responded, kicking the clone in the groin and taking back your weapon. Quickly, you swung at a few more of the clones, their bodies flying off the train in an almost comedic manner.