You Deserve Better (Osamu Dazai x Reader)

Chapter 4: The God of Fire - Part 1

(Season 3, Episode 2)

The armed man communicated through his headset. "I don't know why they called backup for a bunch of kids. Is the Port Mafia that short staffed or is this Randou guy not included on the most popular list?"

"Randou?" Chuuya questioned.

"That would be the name of the survivor we came here to talk to," Dazai revealed.

"He's the one that restrained you with that ability of his," I added.

"Oh, that guy." Chuuya redirected his attention to the older man. "Hey, you old fart! What'd you say, we save us both some time?" The boy with ginger hair marched forward, drawing ever nearer to the barrel of the man's gun. "First you shoot, then I'll retaliate by blowing your ass all the way over to the next town. After that, I'll beat the living shit out of the rest of your men and then we can all call it a day."

"What?"

Dazai strolled by Chuuya and the GSS soldier, undisturbed by the machine gun in his possession. I followed closely behind him.

"Or you could simply trick him into giving us information," Dazai frowned. "Let me guess, you're with the GSS tactical team, aren't you?" The man pulled out a handgun with his other hand, pointing it at Dazai. Given that my ability can heal my body, I chose to step in front of him. "The infamous Gelhart Security Services. You used to be a foreign funded private security firm, but then you had your subsidies cut off. Now you're a full-blown illegal operation."

"That's right," the man confirmed. "And don't think I'll go easy on you just because you're kids!"

"Show us what you got, old fart." Chuuya gave a smirk, unleashing his power upon the man as soon as his forehead met with the muzzle.

The handgun slipped from his left hand and hit the ground. Recognizing the danger, I stepped on the weapon, kicking it away to put it out of his reach. He then shifted his attention to his machine gun, which drooped lower as he did. Before long, he was brought to his knees, the concrete around him shattered.

"You, you're Chuuya Nakahara of the Sheep gang!" The man struggled to breath, as the boy kept his foot on his head. "So, it was true you fell into the hands of the Port Mafia."

The boy with ginger hair growled, disabling his power just so he could stomp on the soldier's head. "That oughta teach you, you annoying prick!"

While Chuuya was assaulting him, Dazai and I were tampering with the man's communicator.

"You are so amazing," Dazai spouted, sarcastically. "Well done."

"Says the idiots who are standing there doing nothing!" Chuuya growled.

Dazai extended the communicator in front of him. "I'll have you know I was collecting information from the communicator I swiped off our new friend." 

"He wasn't lying," I frowned. "His backup's almost here."

"Oh yeah?"

"Ugh." The brunette let out a sigh and released his grasp on the device. "You only create more work for yourself when you act so impulsively."

Footsteps resonated from behind us, signaling their backup had arrived. Five men positioned themselves around the hedges at the center of the courtyard. Then, another four emerged, with two flanking each side of us.

Another GSS soldier called out to the man who had fallen. "Captain!"

"Care to join your superior on the ground?" Chuuya provoked.

"Fire! That shrimp is Chuuya Nakahara, gravity manipulator!"

Bullets rained down from the encircling guns, all targeting Chuuya, yet some whizzed by him. Dazai narrowly escaped, sustaining merely a scratch on his cheek. Two bullets did manage to hit me: one directly in my forehead and the other piercing my windpipe. The bullet went clean through my throat, so it began to heal automatically. The other bullet was still partially sticking out of my skull, so I had to pry that out. Within the next 30 seconds, any evidence that I was hit vanished.