Spectral Dominion | dazai x reader

chapter 2

As you stumbled through your door, your muscles ached, god you were tired. You took off your shoes, throwing them behind you with little care.

The tension was clinging to your body like a second skin, it refused to let you go. Yet, a small part of you welcomed it—anything to keep your mind from spiralling back into what had just occurred.

You knew.

You knew exactly what you had done. The reckless, desperate use of your ability—something you promised yourself you'd never do again, not like that. And now?

It wouldn't be long before the eyes you'd been avoiding for so long discovered you again.

"Perfect," you muttered bitterly, slumping into the couch and letting the cushions swallow you up.

You did not want to think about it. Not the incident, not the potential consequences, and certainly not the chance that you had simply painted a target on your back.

The weight pressed down on you, and you rubbed your temples, attempting to push the thoughts away.

You glanced at the door. The lock clicked shut securely. The shadows beyond the curtains swayed, their movements restless, like they knew something you didn't.

Right now, you were too tired to give a damn.

Your body, exhausted, continued to slump lower onto the couch. The room was filled with a soft, golden glow from the streetlights outside, sending long, ghostly shadows over the wooden floor.

You shut your eyes, the weight of sleep was settling in before you could fight it. The exhaustion drew you down, into an empty, heavy, and dark sleep. The kind of rest that was anything but peaceful.

timeskip to Monday

The quiet hum of the Agency office was interrupted by the sound of fingers tapping briskly on a keyboard. Atsushi glanced over at Dazai, who was sat, unusually focused, in front of the computer.

He raised an eyebrow, this was a sight. One Atsushi didn't see very often.

"Dazai... what are you working so hard on?" Atsushi asked, leaning in slightly, curiosity pulling him closer in.

Dazai didn't look up, his eyes remained glued to the screen.

"Something came up on Friday. Kunikida and I got assigned a new case, it's someone the Agency's been keeping an eye on for a while now."

"Atsushi blinked. "You mean... an ability user right?"

Dazai's fingers stilled, and he leaned back in his chair, he leaned back in this chair spinning around a few times before he finally met Atsushi's gaze.

"An old Port Mafia member." He looked briefly at the computer screen, pausing. "She's infamously known as Yokohama's Ghost."

"A ghost?"

"A powerful ability was used in the city on Friday. From what we know, spirits were summoned, and though there were no witnesses, the signs left behind were unmistakable. It's definitely her." Dazai tilted his head, eyes narrowing slightly. "Yokohama's Ghost."

Atsushi's eyes widened in slight recognition.

He had heard a few rumours, and stories about someone who used to be a force within the Port Mafia, and the ability user world in general.

"But correct me if I'm wrong Dazai... I thought she disappeared years ago?" Atsushi asked, trying to wrap his head around it.

Dazai replied, standing up from his desk. His face was unreadable, eyes dark and calculating. "She didn't vanish—my guess is she was avoiding drawing attention to herself all these years from the other ability users."

"Do you think she's back for good?" Atsushi asked.

"Maybe."

. . .

The ADA was later gathered in the briefing room for their weekly debriefing of assigned cases.

Kunikida stood at the front, pointing to a spot on a map of Yokohama with key locations marked. His expression remained as serious as ever.

He adjusted his glasses, pointing to a location marked on the city map behind him.

"The incident took place around here," he began, his voice was steady, though his expression was tight. "But what we need to confirm is whether it was her."

"The team's eyes followed his gesture as he set a file down on the table in front of all of them. Slowly, he flipped it open, revealing a photo of you—your face from years ago.

It wasn't the most flattering angle, however you pulled it off despite the stern and focused expression in the picture.

Alongside it were documents outlining your ability, details of your past, and your time in the Port Mafia.

There wasn't much on you, whatever information there was, was pretty scarce and brief.

"y/n," Kunikida continued.

"They've been off the ability user scene for years. So why now?" Tanizaki asked, glancing at the photo.

"Well, it's been a long time, but that ability, the spirits, the precision... it has to be her. No one else can pull off something like that. However, we can't be exactly certain." Kunikida said, flipping through a few more pages of your file.

Dazai's expression was unreadable, although his voice remained light. "It's also possible, that she didn't mean to show herself. Something may have happened that made her use her ability."

He trailed off, and Kunikida who stopped to clean his glasses, nodded in agreement.

Ranpo who was lounging on the seat lazily, chimed in quickly.

"Ghosts don't like to be seen unless someone's dragging them out. I agree with Dazai. Something's a little off. We should track her down and keep an eye on her."

Yosano leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand as a sly smile tugged at her lips. "It's been a long time since anyone's seen her in action. I wouldn't mind a run-in—purely for research purposes, of course."

Kunikida, frowned, tapping the file. "If that's true, it's not just y/n we should worry about. Whoever's behind this could be an actual cause of concern for the agency,"

Fukuzawa nodded. He lifted the teacup in front of him, taking a small sip.

"It does explain her sudden reappearance. Someone, or something, forced her to act. We need to find out what." Kunikida continued.

Ranpo leaned back, smiling. "You're all forgetting—she's the y/n of the Port Mafia. I doubt she's weak enough to be backed into a corner like a little mouse."

Fukuzawa didn't argue, Ranpo wasn't wrong, it was y/n of all people after all.

"Dazai, Kunikida, I want you both on this case. Track her down. No direct contact unless absolutely necessary. Gather information on her carefully. We can't afford any mistakes, there's a lot of uncertainty."

Dazai straightened up his posture, offering a respectful nod.

Kunikida followed. "We'll keep a low profile, I can't make any promise for Dazai though." The irritation in his tone was a little bit too evident.