(I don't think anyone would find or read it but anyways (ﾉﾟ0ﾟ)ﾉ→)
A child that never owned a last name. A child that was joined in the depth of hell, a abandoned child "what will happen to you now, Masumi?"
:this story is strictly platonic!!
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A man sits alone drinking his sixth glass of alcohol. The drink wasn't strong much to his disliking. At eighteen not only is he an executive at the Port mafia but the youngest in mafia history. He likes to think of it as being rebellious. Even if there isn't anything stopping him. Underage drinking is the least worrying of his crimes right now.
Footsteps are heard from the outside of the bar he's in. Lupin was its name. Turning his attention towards the entrance, part of him was hoping it was his acquaintance, Oda or Odasaku was what he liked to call him. Although he's seeing a kid. They looked small, maybe around 4'3- 4'5. Perhaps only 6 years old. Their clothes, Torn and dirty.
His eyes, or eye, since one eye was covered by a bandage, widened at the sight of the small child. They were wearing a military uniform. Although they appeared to bear no weapons, the child's voice was heard. It was quite fragile and had a light, raspy texture.
"Where am I?"
They seemed confused, their faces showed no emotions but mixed with sadness. Dull eyes, looking back at the teen. He chuckled a bit.
"You're in the Port mafia territory right now, kid. I'm Osamu Dazai, and who might you be?"
Dazai asks, leaning forward a bit. To him this child was interesting. They look like they lacked emotion but only a slight hint of sadness, and their knowledge of their whereabouts. A perfect subject to run... a test on.
"Masumi..."
A child of not many words. That's how they were trained anyway. Besides, there was no one to talk to.
"Masumi, huh? What an interesting child you are. And what's a young kid like you doing here anyways?"
He asked the little one in front of him. Endless possibilities of what he can turn this child into, gift or no gift. He'll make them worth his time.
"I need somewhere to be useful"
The child's hand grip the side of their sleeve, nails digging into their skin. This is the only time he has seen them physically react. He gets it now. The kids' uniform was no joke. perfect.
"Well, kid. I can help you. Why don't you join us, the Port Mafia. We'll put whatever you can do to good use. I'll make sure of it. So how about it, Masumi?"
'what an naive child'
Dazai is the only one who cares. He takes care of her. Like a father and his child. She goes on missions with him. If he says to use her ability, she uses it. It's okay. She's being useful. As long as he doesnt leave her side.
She'll be safe.
Dazai likes using her ability to ambush the enemies. Perfect for capture missions. Masumi's run into several other members on missions. That's how the higher ups knew her.
She held no anger or hatred towards Dazai. He saved her. He took her in and gave her what she asked for. Orders. He's putting her strength to good use.
That was Masumi's ability. She can pause, go back, and speed up time. Dazai said only to use with his permission. It was an order. The only people who were not affected
by her ability are people who are or were her superiors.
