𝐎𝐍𝐄'𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐘 𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍 | ʙꜱᴅ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɪɴꜱᴇʀᴛ |

000

Even if she was just a 17 year old child, There hasn't been a moment where y/n didn't think of ending it all. And right now was no exception.

There the girl stood -what seemed like- calmly- Among a bloody mass of bodies. Not quite the normal situation for one to be put on.

All of them bodies wore suits and sunglasses, typical of a mafia army. she wasn't an exception being a lower rank, she had the same outfit as all the dead corpses by her.

she'd always be sent to the front lines when needed. But every time the mission was fierce, and she ended up as the only survivor. No one managed to survive except her.

It was night time, and the moon shone brightly causing the pool of blood to reflect its lighting. Creating a mesmerizing peice of art if only one could care to photographethe scenery.

But even the most qualified photographs won't be able to catch such emotion on the only one survivor remaining.

__

To be honest y/n was never one to drink- screw that. She's a complet sucker for alcohol.

Whenever she'd find the chance she'd always go waste herself in a bar located on a dark alleyway thay most of the mafioso would go there. She liked the cozy atmosphere and how quite it is usually.

"Another harsh day?" Asked the bartender as he poured y/n her 5th glass.

The man was tall and slim, had long black hair fading into blue ish tips that he usually put up in a pony tail. On his face he wore a kind and emphasizing expression that he usually gave to the regular y/n here.

"Yeaah,,, another harsh day that I'm stuck on dealing with." The girl in question harshly banged her head on the table.

"I thought not so much work should be given to the lowest ranking of the port mafia?" He said engaging in a conversation with the h/c haired drunkard.

"They really don't. Our tasks are always like; go to this place and kill said people. And the moment we do so everyone around me ends up dying! Now everyone hates working with me cause they think I'm cursed or some shit..."

"Aha... Would you like another glass?"

"Ywes pwease." Her voice came as muffled due to her resting her face on her arms rather than the cold table this time.

Tokito proceeded to pour another glass to y/n. In the mean time another person had already made their apperence clear.

He was tall, has brown hair and bandages over one of his Eyes and wore an outfit mainly consisting of a black color scheme. Y/n didn't notice him until she raised her head to look at this new comer. Letting out a small gasp and almost falling down from her chair that was located infront of the bar table.

The brunette tilted his head to the side to this girl's reaction. Y/n just squeeled mentally. While embarrassingly apologizing.

Damn, dazai is hot in every universe for real-

"Would you like something to drink sir?" The voice of tokito was what got her out of her head.

"I'll have a glass of whiskey with ice on it." Dazai said with resting his elbow on the table and positioned his head on his hand.

Tokito nodded and went to make dazai's desired drink.

"Excuse me ayaline." The brunette sudently spoke while y/n almost chocked om her drink.

"Urm- yes? Wait- how the fuck do you know my name?????"

Y/n was well aware that what she was living right now was a reality between many others, that she was in a couple pieces of words created out of the human imagination. That none of what she was living had any matter, but none the less she still lived throught it.