You Deserve Better (Osamu Dazai x Reader)

Chapter 18: Nowhere to Return

(Season 2, Episode 2)

For some reason, Osamu thought it would be a good idea to visit a curry shop. My best guess is that he wanted to update his friend on the Mimic situation. I believe that the orphans that Oda oversees lives here.

The man slid two bowls of spicy curry towards us. As I tasted it, a small smile appeared on my face. I see why Oda comes here so much. Looking over to my right, I watched my husband cringe at his spoon.

"This is too hot," he panted. "Did you add lava to it as a secret ingredient or something?"

The man behind the counter chuckled. "Odasaku gets that dish all the time." 

I giggled, leaning onto his shoulder. "You can shoot people down in cold blood, but you can't handle curry."

The shop owner turned his head, as Oda entered the room. "So, how'd things go with the kids?" 

"Same as usual."

"Are those the orphans from the dispute that happened two years ago?" Osamu asked the man, although he already knew the answer. "You're a member of the mafia but you don't kill anyone, you don't have any interest in moving up and look after orphans. You're a strange one. I don't know anyone else in the Port Mafia like you."

"You're stranger than I am." Oda retorted as he slid an envelope to the other man. "Here, this should take care of the kids for the time being."

"He's got a point," I teased. There's definitely no one else who became an executive at seventeen and is as scary as him.

"Sure you don't want me to pitch in?" The cook sighed. "You really don't have to foot the bill yourself."

"You've already done more than enough giving them a place to stay. As long as I can eat your curry, then I don't need anything else."

Osamu took another bite of the curry, repeatedly muttering 'hot' under his breath.

"If it's too hot then stop eating it!" I scolded him quietly.

The red-haired man turned to us. "You two come here about that issue?"

"Uh, yeah." My husband was still sweating from the curry's heat. "That's right." After he took a breath, he continued. "I've come to the conclusion that they're an organization of gifted members from overseas. They were chased by a British group called The Order of The Clock Tower, which prompted them to make their escape from Europe to Japan."

"Why would a group like that go through the trouble of making it all the way here?" Oda questioned.

"It does seem a bit out of there way," I answered. "My best guess is that they wanted to make sure that they were out of the group's range, or they wanted something in Japan."

"I suppose that's possible," The red-haired man speculated. "But there's one thing that's been bothering me."

Osamu leaned back in his chair. "You mean how skilled the soldiers were, right?" 

"Yeah."

"They're all veterans," he explained. "According to my information, the head of that organization uses a powerful gift in order to make them all act as one."

"So that's how he commands them." Oda's azure eyes pointed to us. "Is the Boss already aware of this information?"

"I gave him our report. He asked me to develop an anti-Mimic strategy and see to it that it was implemented." A malevolent grin spread across his face. "I've already set up a variety of traps."