You Deserve Better (Osamu Dazai x Reader)

Chapter 51: Twilight Goodbye

(Season 5, Episode 11)

Not even a few minutes later, Chuuya had returned with a first aid kit, a leg brace, and two sets of fresh prison uniforms. Damn, that infirmary must've been stocked. At least I don't have to be soggy and covered in blood anymore.

"Ow, ow, ow, ow!" Osamu gritted his teeth in pain, while I tried to get his broken leg into the brace.

"Stop moving and it won't hurt as much!"

"You're the one moving my leg!"

"You keep trying to bend it! That's just going to make it worse!" I let out a sigh, as I finally managed to get the brace on. "Now, that wasn't so bad."

"Yes, it was. But ya know, a kiss may just make me feel better."

I rolled my eyes, before pecking his lips.

"Do you guys have to do that in front of me?" Chuuya cringed, as he sat on the wall opposite from us.

"Hey, whatever keeps him quiet." I turned back to the brunette in front of me. "Do you need help taking your shirt off?"

A shit eating smirk appeared on my husband's face, as he stared at me. "Here? How scandalous-"

My cheeks became warmer. "I need to wrap up your arm! Get your head out of the gutter!"

Osamu had a few more... interesting words to say to me, making me even more frustrated with him. In the end, I just used the scissors in the first aid kit to cut his shirt off, so I could wrap his shoulder and put the new shirt on.

What have I gotten myself into?

-On the Surface-

The night sky was painted with various shades of blue, purple, and pink. Way to celebrate my freedom with a glance at the beautiful sky I'd never expected to miss so much.

As if the night couldn't have gotten any better, Fyodor sat in a helicopter in front of us. A metal rod pierced through his chest, leaving him to drop a briefcase, which most likely contained the antidote. Nikolai stared at his comrade in confusion, wondering why the vampire in the pilot's seat had turned on him all of a sudden.

So, that settles it. Osamu is the one who's really one step ahead of Fyodor.

"What a shame," my brunette smiled, talking with a little too much enthusiasm. "I was so close to the brink of death. But you see, even all your strength can't kill me."

I let the brunette use me as a crutch, helping him hobble over to Nikolai and Fyodor.

"Dazai..." The Russian man groaned. "...How?"

"Unlike you, I don't have control over all things," my husband explained. "The hand that I was dealt was filled with uncertain cards. However, you had one weakness. You don't trust anyone or anything you can't manipulate. You have no allies. Bram took back his special ability at the airport. Ranpo negotiated with him and had him take over all the vampires, including the one piloting your helicopter. It wasn't anything we could've planned ahead of time, but I had faith that's what Ranpo would do."

That really was one hell of a gamble.

"But I watched you get shot," Fyodor grumbled with gritted teeth. "You were hit in the head."

"Oh, you mean this!" The brunette brushed his bangs back, feeling his forehead. "Oh yeah, that hurt worse than a tooth being pulled. That dumbass was supposed to go easy on me!"

"Who ya callin' a dumbass?" Chuuya walked out, finally joining us.

"Oh, you're kidding, right?"

The ginger man removed his contacts, as he leaned on the doorframe.

"I'm sorry, but Chuuya was never a vampire." Knowing that beforehand would've been appreciated.

"Freakin' hell." I watched as the gravity manipulator crouched down and yanked on his fangs. "It's not coming out. Wretched Boss glued them in!"

"So, as you can see, it's all an act." I helped Osamu over to the antidote case. We don't need it, but we can't have Fyodor use it... not that he has much longer anyway. "The only reason he survived the elevator fall is because I was a human cushion."

"And then, Chuuya shoots me in the head," the brunette continued, turning back to his old partner. "Remember Chuuya, we used to pull that trick all the time!"

"Suck it!" The ginger shouted, still trying to pry his teeth out.

"You couldn't see how fast the bullet was traveling through the security camera," my husband smiled. "Also, the water attack? That was just to distract you from my goal."

"Your actual goal?" Fyodor questioned.

"Your hand wound." Osamu pointed to Fyodor's bandaged right hand. "With no other choice, you'd have to let the vampire take the cockpit. Looks like it worked." A large gust of wind followed the helicopter, as it took flight. "Farewell now, Fyodor."

The vehicle spun several times before crashing into the watchtower and tumbling down. A tiny spark from the gasoline puddle quickly led to an explosion. And just like that, Fyodor is no more.

Osamu pecked my cheek, before handing me the case with the antidote and walking over to the wreck. My jaw dropped, as I watched my husband pick up Fyodor's severed arm. Um... I get that we're checking if he's somehow alive, but this feels wrong.

"So, is that anemic jackass dead?" Chuuya questioned.

"Yeah, Fyodor is definitely dead."

"I can see that," I nodded.

With a frown on his face, the clown man walked over to Osamu. I guess he got his wish for Fyodor to die, but his expression makes no sense. His oppressor is gone; shouldn't he be happy?

"Congrats Nikolai." The brunette nonchalantly held up the severed arm. "You wanted to kill him from the start, didn't you?"

"Yeah, I suppose I did. And in time... I didn't." The white-haired man took the arm, holding the hand over his heart. Am I supposed to be moved or disturbed? "No, you're right. Fyodor and I never exchanged many words. But still, my life since meeting him has been like nothing I did before this had the same purpose." He removed the card from his eye, as he kneeled down in front of the wreckage. "Fyodor was right. He told me that I fought, so I could lose myself." Nikolai held the hand against his face. "So now, I just..."

Chuuya frowned, as he closed his eyes. "Not going to grace us with your usual snarkiness?" 

"Nah, don't feel like it today." Osamu hobbled over to me, taking the case and removing the needle and antidote from inside.

"Osamu, what are you doing?" I asked, as he filled the syringe.

"There's no telling if your ability completely rid your body of the poison." The corners of his lips turned down, as he set the case on the floor. "No Longer Human may have-"

"It's fine." I smiled and gave him my wrist. The poison burned itself up before we had even left the room; I was one-hundred percent sure of that. "Whatever gives you peace of mind."