The Medieval Times. (BSD Fanfiction)

A Devil's Cry. (Part 2)

Dazai smiled as he saw the scroll disappear, but suddenly he heard an unfamiliar voice. "Talking to a dark lord, huh? The only lord you should be talking to is God." Dazai's smile quickly faded. "Who are you." He demanded an answer. The stranger smiled. "Call me Fyodor Dostoevsky." Dazai stood and turned around. It was the man who tripped him a few weeks ago. Dazai smiled. "First, you trip me and now, you follow me home? Pretty creepy if you ask me." Dazai said. Fyodor grinned. "I brought my favorite clown. Thought you two would get along." Fyodor said. Suddenly a loud voice yells, "Bestie, Fedor! I painted a picture of you from pure memory!" Nikolai stood there, with a happy expression holding a very realistic painting of Fyodor.

Dazai stared, taking in the painting. Something about the type of paint seemed....familiar. Dazai realized that it was own custom made paint. After a few hours of scolding the two like they were children, he sat down to take a breather. Until, he felt something drip down his face. He brought his hand up and felt the liquid. Realizing that it was blood. "Already..? I thought it would take longer." Dazai thought to himself. He got up and told Nikolai and Fyodor, "Don't mess shit up." When he went into the restroom to look for more bandages, he realized there were no more. He remembered that he saw some stacks at the kingdom. He got ready and left.

At The Kingdom.

Dazai arrived, he went straight to the aid room. He stocked up until he heard a familiar voice. "What are you doing?" Dazai turned around, holding 7 rolls of bandages. It was King Chuuya. Dazai immediately felt a drip of sweat fall down his forehead. "What's a good king like you, doing by the aid room...?" Chuuya gave a questioning look. "I don't stay at my chair everyday, telling people if they get to go the dungeons or die." Dazai smirked. "Oh, really~? I really did think a king like you would sit around deciding people's fate." Dazai said. Chuuya scowled. "If I could, I would've ripped your head off by now, you know that?" Dazai smiled, he held the rolls of bandages in one arm. He walked up to Chuuya and lightly grabbed his chin and leaned in close. His smile increasing as he saw the blush on the king's face. "W-what are you doing!?" He pushed Dazai's hand away, while blushing deeply. "Oh, nothing." Dazai said, smirking. "See you when the sun rises!" He waved bye at Chuuya and left, as he did, he was glad that he had successfully made Chuuya forget about the fact that he took the bandages.

At Dazai's Home.

Dazai returned home, when he arrived Nikolai was sitting on the table by Fyodor. Fyodor was staring at the painting, while Nikolai told him some of the deep meanings of the background. Dazai looked at them blankly for a bit before going to the bathroom to change his bandages.

Dazai finished and put the bandages away. When he came out he saw Fyodor and Nikolai still in his cottage, sharpening axes and knifes. He glared and asked, "What are you lads still doing here?" Nikolai and Fyodor looked up at Dazai. "Do you mind if we reside here for a few weeks..?" Fyodor said not really leaving any room in his voice for a question. Dazai stayed there, still glaring and rolled his eyes.

Weeks Later At The Kingdom.

Dazai spent his day off annoying the king. Chuuya would yell and get mad. While Chuuya hated this, Dazai loved to see him get mad. After hours of teasing, they heard yelling and screaming. King Chuuya got his knights on guard. While Dazai was calm. A bunch of dirty men came busting in with swords and axes. The men yelled that they were a apart of a street clan. They were called the Guild. Dazai quietly took out his own pocket knife. After Chuuyas knights fought and fought, most were injured or dead. Once the clan got close to Chuuya,  Dazai got on guard and brought his knife out violently stabbing one of the Guild members. He licked his thumb as it got blood on it. Blood staining his clothes as he fought the rest. Explosions were set off mysteriously. And fires were started.

After The Fight.

Chuuya stood there in disbelief. He had just seen his own jester, who he had thought was harmless, kill people. Dazai came over and went to ask, "Chuuya....are you okay-?" He was slightly cut off when Chuuya quickly yelled, "Shut up, you bastard!" He exited out the kingdom, cottages and mud huts were broken or burnt down. A part of the town and was blown up. That day he had to check on all his people. Days after, he had to prepare a public speech for all the angry and sad people who had lost their family and homes.

When Dazai went home, he realized that Fyodor and Nikolai were gone. After a few hours they came back with dynamite. Dazai's eyes widened as he saw this. "What the hell are you two doing!?" He yelled. Nikolai laughed. "We just blew up some random town!" "Yeah, it was full of people who side with satan, had to punish them one way or another, right?" Fyodor added.  Dazai let go of a breath he didn't know he was holding. "Good thing they didn't do it. Although, blowing up an entire town because they have different beliefs is quite extreme." Dazai thought to himself. The two maniacs laughed until a scroll appeared out of thin air, falling into Dazai's hands. Everyone stared at it for a moment, trying to process what had just happened. Dazai read the scroll. It said,

|Dear Dazai Osamu, you have been such an amazing, adorable, servant lately. Keep it up and you'll get what you've asked for.

                       -The Dark Lord, Mori.|

Dazai scowled. He hated it when Mori called him his servant. And the other comments were just...unnecessary. "He may be lying." Fyodor said. Dazai sighed. "I hope not. This is my one way ticket to death." Fyodor grinned. "One day you'll side with god, and maybe you can be a good pedestrian and have a good life. Although, it may be impossible, knowing what crimes you've committed." Fyodor said. He grabbed his cards, swiping them in the air. As he did, him and Nikolai disappeared like dust. Dazai stood there. Everything that has happened for the past weeks was confusing. First, he gets a job as a jester. Then, he meets some maniac Russian man with his clown artist. Next, the Russian man tells him that his one way ticket to death is probably fake. Lastly, his town was ambushed by a clan and he gets yelled at by the king.

Dazai sighed again, he walked over to his bed. He laid down and stared at the ceiling. A lot was going on and he can't seem to process it all correctly. He felt felt something drip down his face. "It's probably blood again..." He thought to himself. He wiped his face and looked at his hands. This time his hands weren't scarlet red. It looked like he was just washing his hands. Dazai stared at his hands, his mind slowly trying to process what it was. His eyes widened as a late reaction. "Am I...? Am I crying...?" He tried to stop his eyes from watering his bed like it was a plant. But, it was useless as they kept falling. He gave up after awhile and fell asleep from exhaustion.