"What is wrong with that child?!" A woman yelled at the man before her, as a small child, at the height of 5'1, stood behind the wall, hiding, and listening to the argument her parents were having. The look of empty-ness plastered on her face.
It was normal for her parents to be fighting over her. After all, she was indeed, a troubled child. But who could blame her? Well, one individual, DID blame her. Her own flesh and blood. Her mother.
"Calm down will you? She might hear you!" The man whispered yell, worried for the words, that earlier, came from his wife's mouth. Worried about how his own child, hearing her mother's, heartless words.
"I don't care anymore! I can't take it with that child! She was once well behaved! And look what you've done from spoiling her!" Her mother yelled, once again. "I'm out of here! I'm going to my mother's! I need a fucking break. From the both of you! Especially that troubled some brat!" She continued, as she shoved her husband aside, and stormed towards their room.
There, where the child stands, the mother stared down at it, as if it were a demon that she regretted trusting. Her mother's face, had a disgusted look, she did not feel any sympathy towards the little one, who was now, tearing up.
It really hurt her, she didn't wanted to be hated by her mother. Her mother was wrong. She just wanted her attention. Her love. To know if she does really care about her.
Although, she too, was in the wrong. As she thought her methods would work, ended up back firing, and made it worst.
So, it wouldn't be a surprise, why she was called, 'Eve's Mistake'.
"Eh? So? What do you think about the anime, Bungo Stray Dogs? It's fun right? So many majestic beings." I said, as I obsessed over the show once again.
Astrid only shrugged. "It was meh, not my type of anime though. Although, I did like that one guy. What's his name again? Kunikida..?"She looked at me, wondering if she said his name right.
I smiled at her. "Yeah! He's a great character too! He's literally a green flag! He's kinda my type not gonna lie.." I mumbled, day dreaming about him. But like, am I lying though?
Then, someone from behind, yawned, putting their arm on my shoulder, as they stare at me, smirking. "Too bad, apparently, you're not his type. He has like, an ideal, for women he has a type on. And it's certainly not you!" My friend, Rue, giggled, as she moves forward to talk to Astrid.
"Urgh... I hate school..." Faye mumbles, as she slumps down, while walking. "Don't we all?" Harper joins Faye in her pouting, as everyone groans in agreement.
"Oh! Oh! I know how to cheer you all up!" Rue smiles brightly at us, as we all looked at her in question. "I have been saving for a while now! So, I figure, why not let us all have one relaxing school day, and let's have a food party? My treat!" She then brought her wallet out.
We all looked at her in amazement.
"Are you angel?"
"Marry me!"
"I wanna kiss you so bad!"
"Not gonna lie, I might draw you as a pregnant woman as a gift for the treat."
Waking up with a headache, I slowly got up from where I am laying in. Looking at my arms, realizing that I'm wrapped in bandages, and my stomach too. I tried moving around, but that only made my situation worst.
I looked around the unfamiliar room. It looked so different then where I was at earlier. No, it wasn't about the fact that I'm in a different room, or that I'm not in the hospital at least. But my surrounding's seem so way back, they were at least back from the year 2000's. 'But who would be using those kinds of object's when we are in the year 2024? Weird people I guess.'
Looking to my side, was Astrid and Faye. They also looked hurt, and covered with bandages. My heart sank at the thought of them getting hurt. 'What the fuck even happen before waking up in this strange place?' I pondered in thought.
"Well, someone's awake"
I heard a voice speak up. He sounded so familiar. In shock, I wanted to know if my theory was correct. Could it be him? As I looked up, I saw a brunette, lanky man, who's arm's are also wrapped in bandages. My eyes widened, it truly is him.
"My, my, you're way too shock, you should lay down and take a rest, your wound might open up"
He smiled gently. I tried to act cool, calm, and not panic, over someone that I still considered fictional. But holy damn, he does look good up close. But then, realization hit me. Was I transported IN the BSD universe? Is the plot starting right now? Where are my other friend's? Are they safe? I had so many question's occupying my head. I then laid down, trying to recall what happened before everything.
I looked over to the brunette man. "May I know your name?" I asked the said man. I just need to be not suspicious. I need to act like that I don't know what will happen in further episode's.
"Dazai" The man paused for a second. "Dazai Osamu" He completed. I nodded at the man. I internally screamed in excitement. Never thought that I would meet THE Dazai Osamu in person, but here we are. "Uhm.. Thank you Dazai-san for... Uh... Helping me and my friends." I muttered.
Damn it, why did I almost sound like those cringy Y/N's in those wattpad stories? I really need to work on socializing, because this fucking sucks.
I then remembered. My bag. Where is it? I glanced at him again, he probably has it. I then worked up the courage to talk again. "Uhm... Excuse me.... Dazai-san, is there a chance that... You know... You have my bag? Maybe also my friend's too?" I asked politely.
He only nodded and walked away, to perhaps, get a hold of our bag's.
Now, to question myself yet again.
What happened before I woke up in here?
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Character's percentage will only show if they have taken a sudden interest towards you!
??? - 2% - Unknown people showing up in the agency? Well that's one way to make life interesting.
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