atsushi angst oneshots

Pain

Tw: the usual (sh, suicide, abuse, etc). viewer discretion is advised!

A/N: have you guys missed me? i hope so! schools just started again and its a friday so i felt like writing as i cant be bothered to organize my pokemon cards. so here is a knew chapter. i am going with th flow for this one so if it doesnt make sense or if it is short, im sorry!

Atsushi had always hated pain. he despised it. yet, it was what he was most familiar with. from the distant memories of his parents, to the headmaster, to now.

it had been a day since dazai had slapped him and all atsushi could see when he looked at his mentor was his headmaster. he began avoiding the brunette as though the man was the plague itself.

obviously this didnt go unnoticed. dazai noticed it very quickly and he was so frustrated with atsushi. he wanted to scream at the stupid tiger, but he couldnt.

yet, that is what he did.

dazai hitting and shouting at atsushi in private became norm. ever time atsushi messed up dazai would beat atsushi for it. dazai went into his old habits and so did atsushi.

now, relieveing pain with more pain didnt make sense. but to atsushi, it was everything.

cutting and slicing his skin like butter, watching the blood drip and pour as his skin paled with the blood loss. the agonzing pain that crackled through his body like a diease. it felt so perfect.

it was september 1st when it happened. dazai beat atsushi half to death. going as far as to shoot atsushi in the abdomen, beliving the tiger would heal atsushi like usual.

that didnt happen.

atsushi didnt heal and he was left convulsing and tiwtching on the cold concrete, his blood splattered all over the floor and walls. atsushis hands gripped and pleaded for anything he could as he tried to drag himself acrossing the ground. praying, that hed be okay.

no success.

so there atsushi laid, bleeding out and nearly out of air. his eyes blurred as he looked up at the stars.

pat. pat. pat. three qjiet and gentle footsteps.

"weretiger?"