parasite [YANDERE!O.DAZAI/READER]

TWENTY TWO: THE BULLET.

"Come to my dorms with me."

You look up from shuffling your cards between your fingers, eyes betraying the confusion in your chest. You blink thrice, before looking back down and setting the cards in one neat pile.

"I don't think so."

"Why not?" He asks. "Please. Come with me. I can't bear being there without you."

"Didn't you say sexual and romantic possessiveness is bourgeois?" You ask. Dazai shakes his head.

"I don't care when it comes to you. When it's you, the whole world can burn for all I care."

You're slightly stunned by this proclamation.

"I can't go. I need to check the body that Sakata has left behind," Then you stand up, brush the dust off your knees and walk out the door. Dazai follows, akin to a lost puppy. "Surely you will need to tell your colleagues about the man he has killed."

Dazai sighs. As much as he didn't want to go to work, he had to; not for the sake of his livelihood but to corner Sakata as much as possible with the Armed Detective Agency. He scratches the back of his head, visibly frustrated, and your eyes soften at the sight of scrunched brows on his delicate face.

"You're right," He sighs. You smile at him.

"Besides, I will be right here. You can come and visit whenever you want to."

"Right," He reciprocates the smile, making your heart flutter in its cavity. You open the front doors for him, and let him through with a small wave.

"I will be seeing you," You say. "Goodbye for now, Dazai."

"See you soon, my darling."

He waves back and the doors gently close with a click. You turn around and put your hands on your hips, staring mindlessly into space before snapping back to reality and walking to the back door. It hung on its hinges, swinging in the slight breeze, and you carefully exited the chateau. The backyard smelt like the aftermath of an apocalypse: the damp, dark smell of soil with their depths overturned out into the open, the stench of dead blood, the angel of death and its fluttering robes of linen and cleanliness corrupted by your presence...You take a deep breath and walk towards the body, buried in a shallow grave.

You scoop the soil away from the man and look around. You let him out in the open so that scent dogs can find him faster, and so can the detective at the Armed Detective Agency. You hum at the sight, undisturbed by the sight of the bullet wound on his forehead: A tiny hole that was crusting over with dried blood. You weren't the type to play with your food; playing with it gave it the opportunity to bite back. Sakata clearly was playing you, with his reckless attempts to attach himself onto you, like a starved leech.

"Goodness, how bothersome," You say to yourself, before turning back and entering the chateau once more.

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Dazai enters the office of the Armed Detective Agency and receives a phone call as he sits down. Ranpo spins on his chair as Dazai dismisses the phone call as spam call.

"Sakata has killed again, hasn't he?" Ranpo says, his sharp green eyes piercing and calculating. Dazai sighs.

"Yes. Brought the body to (first name) in an attempt to kill with her," Dazai says. "It's all so pathetic."

"To you, maybe. For Sakata, this deal is life changing," Ranpo says, scrunching the bag of candy and tossing it in the bin. "From what I know, he's lived his life in confinement due to poverty; he's never had the chance to live in abundance. And he sees that opportunity in (last name). She's a glutton for blood, is she not?"