You Deserve Better (Osamu Dazai x Reader)

Chapter 19: Some Day in a Room with a Seaside View

(Season 2, Episode 3)

Upon our arrival at the building Oda was investigating, we discovered him unconscious. He should not have entered alone.

Akutagawa and some of our men were engaged in a battle at the art museum. I doubted my presence was necessary at Oda's bedside, yet my husband insisted. Osamu and I were seated beside him in a medical facility operated by the Port Mafia, anticipating his return to consciousness.

"Good to see you awake, Odasaku." Osamu smiled, once he saw the red-head's eyes opening. "How do you feel?"

Oda grumbled as he sat up. "Like every bender I had in my life just caught up with me all at once." He paused, staring at his hands. "I went to the place you told me about and Ango was there."

"So, it would seem my suspicions were correct then." The brunette crossed his arms.

"Yeah, he disappeared into the night with a bunch of soldiers dressed in black," Oda explained.

"Sounds like a special ops squad to me," I thought out loud. "The Mimic group all wore cloaks, so I don't see why they would suddenly get an outfit change."

"It looks like we can divide these events into two separate categories," Osamu added.

"Which one do the soldiers fall under?" Oda questioned.

"They're different from Mimic, but we can take them out of the equation for the time being." My husband held his hand to his chin, in thought. "Mimic is a far more prevalent threat. They've been causing trouble in the city, so we've assigned Akutagawa and other members of our combat division to deal with them. But we still don't know what kind of ability their leader possesses. We're at a loss."

"This Akutagawa guy you mentioned, he's one of your subordinates, right? I understand he has high offensive capabilities."

"He's a naked sword without a scabbard," the bandaged man sighed. "In time, I have no doubt he'll become the strongest member in the Mafia." Both Oda and I faced Osamu, completely surprised. "But right now, he needs to be taught how to sheath his blade... but I digress. This morning, the council of five top executives convened and decided to attack Mimic with everything the Port Mafia can muster. At the same time, Akutagawa and some of my team were hit by a surprise attack at the art museum and are probably still fighting." The man with red hair sat upright and seized his equipment, drawing our attention towards him. "What are you doing? Are you going?"

"Didn't you just say we're hitting them with all we got?"

"I didn't think you'd be excited about fighting considering your stand against killing anybody," the brunette grinned.

Oda stood up and headed towards the door. "I'm not excited."

"Why are you going then?" I inquired.

"I've acquired a lot of debts in my life," he answered. "If your guys are in trouble, then I should help."

The door creaked shut, leaving just me and Osamu in the silence.

"You should forget those debts, Odasaku. Afterall, no one else but you remember what you owe them in the first place." Osamu planted a kiss on my cheek before standing up. "Let's go, love."

-Later That Night-

The atmosphere was tense as the Port Mafia was on high alert. It came as a surprise when my husband decided to take me along to the bar, without Ango. Oda, Osamu, and I made our way through the dark, misty alley, my hand gripping his instinctively.