They Will Call Our Crimes A Work Of Art: Soukoku Child (Chuuya X Dazai)

A.D.A. arc part 5: Morally Grey

Or

"yep, ma'am this was an accident, no strange event or possible murder"

*Hides evidence under a bridge

"totally normal accident"

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But if she spoke about what 'the waiting years' had shown her... She would lose years of her own life.

And the cruel man in front of her knew that, nevertheless he was smiling and looking at her flowers.

How shameless

How monstrous.

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Dazai was admiring the flowers, he didn't need to look at the woman to know what face she was making, he needed to confirm with the utmost certainty what Mori had in mind.

He had sent Chuuya's driver to another doctor, after realising how easily manipulated he was,

He had thought of the codes when Shion went to him, he had drugged Chuuya, and was probably planning something again, but he was slippery.

He looked at a pot on the window, the flower's lilac bud spoke of the plant's age.

"And what is this?" He asked looking at the flower

The woman who had been shaking with anger, controlled herself enough to answer without taking out her paperweight and stabbing him in the neck.

"That is a young monkshood, it's scientific name is-" she took a calming breath, no stabbing the Port Mafia Boss, no stabbing.

"Aconitum napellus"

The man preceded her, she bit her cherry blossom lips in irritation, fuck she really wanted the man to do Seppoku with her paperweight.

"Well, not even tea I'm being offered?"

He sat at her tea table, she sat as well, preparing the tea.

A chant of 'fuck you' potent in her throughs.

Sepp-o-ku, with her blunt paperweight, such a dream.

"And no tea with poisonous leaves thank you, the majority of deaths by poison are painful"

He spoke in an annoying voice.

She refrained herself from slamming the teapot on the table, she didn't want to crack her nice baby because of a man, she had already broken one on her ex-husband's head.

"Dazai-sama -" her voice stressed over the honorific "what. Do. you. Want." she would at the very least have him admit it.

This had been caused by his mistake alone, and if he asked her help directly, she would gladly spat it in his face.

"You know exactly what I came here for, dove" he took a sip from the cup.

She giggled silently in her attempt to look polite.

"By all means I have no idea what you are talking about, Dazai-sama" she lifted her head, meeting his gaze and smiling with joy.

Dazai stopped his cheerful facade, there was no use in maintaining it.

She was on the losing side here, it was a matter of time before he'd say something that would make her talk, but before that, she promised to herself.

The fucking demon would admit his mistake.