You Deserve Better (Osamu Dazai x Reader)

Chapter 2: Dazai, Chuuya, (Y/n), Fifteen Years Old - Part 1

(Season 3, Episode 1)

Dazai and I were seated together in Mori's vacant clinic. It had been about a year since our first encounter. Following the incident with the former boss, Dazai and I struck up a friendship. It was refreshing to have a peer to converse with, rather than an eerie older man. It's not like my school friends would understand my mafia dilemma. 

"Things aren't looking good for us," Mori sighed. "Our weapons smugglers are two weeks behind schedule. If this keeps up, our men will literally be bringing knives to a gunfight. And while the violence continues to rise, contracts for our protection business continue to dwindle. What'd you think, you two? Are we not actually cut for this work?"

"Really now, Mori?" Dazai turned his attention to the doctor, as he continued to stir up a mixture of liquids in a beaker. "Not having money, or intel, or supplies, or even the trust of our subordinates. You knew that would be the situation from the beginning."

"That's so harsh," Mori frowned.

"To think that it's been a year, and you still haven't made any progress," I huffed.

"Oh, come on, not you too." Mori looked back at the boy who was mixing medicines. "By the way, is there a reason you're mixing hypertension and hypotension medications?"

"I thought taking them together might be a cozy way to go out," Dazai answered.

"Listen Dazai, you two were the sole witnesses to when I inherited the boss's position," the doctor reminded. "So as a result, you two are the only ones who can verify his will. I can't afford to have either one of you senselessly die."

As Dazai was on the verge of drinking the mixture, I covered the top with my hand to stop him.

"Looks like you made a mistake," the brunette pointed out. "Your reasoning to choose someone who attempts suicide as your accomplice and another who has your complete trust was sound. But here I am a year later, still kicking."

"I made no mistake," Mori claimed. "It seems to me that we were successful in our mission."

"The mission isn't complete yet, I haven't been silenced and I'm aware of the situation," Dazai reiterated. "If I committed suicide afterword, then I would've been the perfect accomplice. The reason I took my own life wouldn't have mattered to anyone. Once my testimony had already made you become boss, nobody would've suspected."

"You remind me of someone." Mori offered a smile, deftly shifting the topic. "You know if I was gonna shut you up, I could've done so a while ago. If you'd like me to, I could prepare something that would end your life peacefully."

The brunette leaned forward, an enthusiastic glimmer shinning in his brown eyes. "You could?" 

Honestly, I hope Mori doesn't give in to his demands. I don't want to lose my friend.

"But in exchange, I want you to do something for me." Mori took a sheet of paper from his desk and began to scribble something on it. "You can join as well, (Y/n). It's nothing serious, you two won't be in any danger, no big deal."

"Yeah, right," I muttered. Maybe now he's trying to kill us both.

"I trust you two know about Suribachi City in the Yokohama settlement. There's a rumor that a certain individual from the past has been sighted in that area. I want you two to go investigate this rumor." In his right hand, he held aloft a piece of silver paper inscribed with writing. "Take this contract with you, it's called the Silver Oracle. Show this to any member of the Port Mafia and they will do whatever you ask of them."