illusion || YANDERE!BEAST!DAZAI OSAMU

four: wine.

Life at the Port Mafia is interesting at best.

You've been working there for the past few months, and you've seen more confidential files than people in that spacious office that Atsushi told was yours now.

"Who was the previous secretary?" You asked, climbing up the stairs to the tenth floor. He shrugs.

"No one that I remember," He said. You nod, silently, and that was the end of the conversation.

Right now, you're currently looking at the fax machine pumping out a piece of paper with important details of arms shipment, to which your staring is interrupted by the ring of the telephone. You pick up.

"Hello, this is the secretary of the Port Mafia, how can I help you?"

"Polite as ever, (first name)."

You quirk an eyebrow, pulling the telephone away from your ear and staring at it. You then press it back against your ear.

"Why're you calling, Dazai-san? You can just come into the office."

"I'm a bit busy at the moment," Dazai says, and just as he says that, a gunshot behind him shouts out. You jump in your chair. "As you can hear in the background."

"You're calling me in the middle of a fight?"

"I'm not doing the fighting."

"I'm guessing Atsushi-kun is?"

"Correct!" He exclaims. A bullet whizzes past him, barely missing his ear as he chuckles at your chagrined sigh.

"Why'd you call? I'm a bit swamped with work at the moment," You say, picking the paper out of the fax machine and skimming over the content. Dazai chuckles.

"I was wondering if you were free this evening."

You blink. "Why do you ask?"

"Ah, I have the bad habit of asking questions that I already know the answer to. You're free this evening, aren't you? You have nothing on your schedule that I know of."

"Yes, I'm free this evening. I have nothing planned," You reply, then add, "Why do you ask?"

"Not as your boss, but as a man, I'm asking you out for dinner," He says. You can hear Atsushi in the background, but Dazai must have dismissed him because the boy's voice disappeared. "Will you? I'm a lonely man, as you can see."

"Dinner...with you?" You clarify, and you mull the words over in your head.

"Yes, with me."

You internally shrug. "Sure, why not?"

"Great! I'll send a chauffeur over to the building at six. Go back home and dress up. But even if you don't, it won't matter because you're beautiful regardless."

"Ever the charmer, Dazai-san," You deadpan, unconvinced by his suave words. "I'll get ready."

You hang up and look at the clock: 5:03 PM. You stand up from your chair and stare outside the large window behind the desk: like rain streaking down a window, cars quickly move on the road, destined to a fate that you did not know but could only guess. The sun was slowly beginning to descend behind the horizon, for it was nearing winter and everyone knows that the day is over before six when it is winter. You stretch your arms over your head and let out a groan, before dropping them against your sides and walking out of the office.

Ever since you began working for the Port Mafia, your boss insisted you live in the building in case you were ever taken hostage. It was a dangerous world you were dipping your toes in, but it was better than working for the Agency: the Agency moved loudly, making their presence known, while the Port Mafia moved in silence, in the dark, where the only noise was the slithering noise of a snake's belly against the floor. The Agency stood for morality and ethics, while the Port Mafia was a carefree holiday from ethics.