You Deserve Better (Osamu Dazai x Reader)

Chapter 44: Tragic Sunday

(Season 4, Episode 6)

-One Month Later-

As I laid in bed, I could clearly hear the sound of metal clanging in the kitchen. What the fuck? Turning onto my back, I saw that Osamu was nowhere to be seen. Sighing, I looked at the clock on the wall.

Okay, first he's cooking, and now he's up before eight? I get that I sometimes get up in the middle of the night for a snack, but not at four in the morning!

Putting on my (f/c) slippers, I headed towards the kitchen, where I found the brunette looking in the cabinets... in the dark.

I rubbed my eyes, as I turned the lights on. "Do you have any idea what time it is?"

Osamu paused what he was doing, staring at me as if he were a deer in headlights. "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up."

"It's fine," I sighed. "But what are you looking for? And why didn't you turn the lights on?"

The brunette went back to what he was doing, as he spoke. "I just didn't feel like turning the lights on. Lights are so overrated. You know-"

"Osamu. What are you looking for?"

"Looking? For something? Pfft. Why would I be-"

"I'm not dumb." I crossed my arms, as I leaned on the counter. "Just tell me what you're looking for and I can help you find it."

"But I'm looking for ✨nothing✨."

I rolled my eyes, before making my way over to the cabinet he was looking through. There was nothing out of the ordinary in there. Salt, pepper, cinnamon, garlic powder, cookie recipe, cumin, horse race ticket, sea sal- Wait, what?

Pulling the card out, I noticed that it wasn't a ticket, but a card with a number on it. "Since when do you bet on horse racing?"

"You found it!" Osamu yanked the card out of my hand, before pulling me into a bone-crushing hug. "You're the best, (Y/n)!"

"Stop avoiding the question." I pushed him off of me. "Look, I don't care what you do with your paycheck, but why hide this?"

"Hey." The brunette placed his hands on my shoulders, as he stared into my (e/c) eyes, his once playful demeanor immediately shifting to a serious one. "You should get out of Yokohama."

"I think the lack of sleep is getting to your head, let's-"

"(Y/n), stop. I'm serious." His hands moved to the side of my arms, as he gently held me. "I'm sorry, but... this'll be goodbye... forever."

"Shut up. You act like you're going to die." Tears welled up in my eyes. Don't tell he's actually going to go through with that again. "Please... don't..."

"Don't cry, I'm not going to do that." For the first time in four years, Osamu buried his face in my hair, showing what I thought to be genuine emotion. "I don't know why, but I'm being tailed by the police, which is why I'm going to use this as an opportunity to get close to Fyodor. And you will be far away from all the pain of your past." He grabbed my hands, holding them with his own, as he leaned his forehead against mine. "Start a new life. Be happy. You have nothing to gain by staying here... with me."

You're wrong. I've lost my real family, my mafia family, and even my husband in some sense. I won't lose my new family. Wiping my tears with my arm, I looked into the brunette's eyes.

"I'm going with you."

"No, you're not."

"So, what are you going to do when Fyodor decides to have his puppets break him out of jail? I don't think you could handle being hit with a machine gun. We're supposed to stick together, remember?"

Osamu brought his hand to his eyes, covering them as he laughed. "You're such an idiot."

"Yeah. So are you." Yeah. It's because I love you, idiot.

***

A few hours later, Osamu and I were side by side, leaning on the fence as we watched the horses run. Thousands of people cheered their numbers on. I'm so confused. If we're supposed to be getting caught, then why are we in a giant crowd of people.

"Mind telling me which horse came in first?" Looking to my right, I saw a man with white and red hair. He smiled at us, as he kept his eyes closed.

As Osamu answered, he picked himself up off of the railing. "The number nine horse." 

"Thanks so much." This guy seems odd. We should probably get away from him. "You picked the winner, didn't you?"

"You mean you can tell that I've won?"

"Yes. By your sweat, temperature, the sound of your muscles. I can see a whole lot more than I used to, now that I've lost my sight. The fact is, I can even predict even what tomorrow will bring you." The strange man took out a pair of handcuffs, placing one on his wrist and the other on Osamu's. "Because you're not going to have a tomorrow, former Port Mafia Executive, Osamu Dazai. Thirty-eight counts of aggravated murder, three hundred and twelve counts of intimidation. A total of six hundred and twenty-five charges, including fraud, for which I'm arresting you."

Wow, that's a lot of charges.

Another police officer came up behind me, handcuffing my arms behind my back. "And former Port Mafia Secondary Executive, (Y/n) Dazai. Seven hundred and two charges, including three hundred and thirteen counts of aggravated murder. To think that the both of you add up to over one thousand charges. You disgust me."

Damn. I knew I slaughtered several organizations, but I never realized how many people I killed. As the police guy was reading off the charges to Osamu, I noted his face. He was flabbergasted too.

"You got me then. I knew I was being tracked, but I guess hiding in a big crowd was no use against the Hunting Dogs. You going to take us out along with all these people?"

Wait. That's why he brought us here?!

"It's all so clear," the Hunting Dog smiled. "I can feel your rage, which will soon tear into fear of punishment for all your crimes. I can't wait for that moment to happen."

"I can see we'll get along great," Osamu chuckled, before his face turned serious. "Tell me one thing though. What specifically made you arrest us now?"

"Your prints, recordings, photos. All the evidence seemed to emerge out of thin air, as though a switch had been thrown."

What?! But Ango and his boss had everything on us destroyed! Wait... maybe this has something to do with the incident with Ranpo yesterday. Is this the Decay of Angel's doing?