"In the darkness of your eyes" | ☆Soukoku Fanfiction☆ | BSD |

Ch.4

Dazai approached the chair, observing Chuuya tied up before him, motionless like a statue, unable to react under the weight of hypnosis. A wicked light shone in his eyes, but beneath that mask of coldness, there was something else—a deep wound that only Chuuya had ever had the power to heal.

Dazai leaned down, gently caressing his former partner’s face, his fingers brushing over Chuuya’s cold skin in a gesture of false tenderness. "You know, Chuuya… you were always the only one," he whispered in a low, hypnotic voice.

The words slipped out smoothly but were as sharp as blades. "The only one I ever loved. The only person who truly understood what I am… who accepted my flaws, my darkness. The people out there…" Dazai paused, his gaze hardening for a moment. "They’re just hypocrites. They’re cruel because they've always feared me, feared what I can do."

He stood up slowly, looking down at his captive, now completely at his mercy. "And that’s why they’ve always accused me, isolated me. But you, Chuuya… you never did. That’s why I hate seeing you reduced like this. You’re a slave to them, to those insignificant people, to those who can’t grasp our strength. And I can’t bear it."

Chuuya remained still, his empty eyes betraying no reaction, no sign of understanding. He was completely under Dazai’s control, sunk into his world of blind obedience.

Dazai stepped back, letting the silence of the room cloak his words. Then, with calm and methodical movements, he pulled a small syringe from a hidden pocket. The fluid inside glowed faintly under the light of the lamp above them.

"But don’t worry, Chuuya," he said in a reassuring whisper. "Soon, I’ll help you see things as I see them."

With care, Dazai took Chuuya’s arm and inserted the needle into his skin, injecting the fluid with precise movements. A liquid that would amplify the effect of the suggestion, making Chuuya even more vulnerable to his control.

Once finished, Dazai moved quickly. He took a pair of headphones and placed them over Chuuya’s ears, fastening them securely. Then he brought a monitor and positioned it directly in front of him, still turned off, like a dark window waiting to be opened.

Dazai returned to Chuuya and leaned close, whispering in his ear. "Now I’ll give you one last command before you wake up." His voice was hypnotic, enveloping. "You won’t be able to move. You won’t be able to look away from the monitor in front of you. You will stay still and obedient, just as you are now, until I decide otherwise."

He stepped back, satisfied with his work, and with a malicious smile, snapped his fingers.

Chuuya blinked, slowly returning to himself. His body didn’t move, bound by Dazai’s last command. His eyes stared at the blank monitor, as if it were the only reference point in his now-narrowed world. He could do nothing but obey.

Dazai watched the scene with a smirk. Now the game had truly begun.