They Will Call Our Crimes A Work Of Art: Soukoku Child (Chuuya X Dazai)

The slimy old doctor

A/N

My intention was to make a long ass chapter with the end included, but since it was taking too much, I decided to split it and at least post something.

I wasn't able to write much because I have like four tests every week on average.

each on between the 20 and 60-ish pages of material.

With thirteen different subjects plus maturità to prepare, I don't know when I'll be able to post again, but I will finish this.

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Shion blinked rapidly to get her eyes adjusted to the (dark?) darkness, she groaned and said

"Affatto Traumatizante" 'not even in the slightest traumatising'.

She pressed on her eyes to chase the images of the abuse of the two girls away, she pinched her nose bridge for good measure.

"That woman was fucking crazy, so obsessed with the man she loved that she hid one of the twins to always have a part of him near"

Shion shrugged.

"Gives me the creeps"

She wanted to go back to the Port Mafia, she had questions only Chuuya could answer, lke how to deal with this feeling of your body not being your own... or how to get rid of the sensation of violation that not being able to control your ability brought.

Abilities were tied to one's very soul, to think... to know someone had touched let alone modified something so private was sickening.

Each time she used it there was this feeling of wrongness she had to ignore.

She tried to activate her mutated ability, she thought that word with anger.

Now that she had no adrenaline or fear to break her restriction open, she felt an artificial dread settle in her guts.

Warm tears started signing her cheeks in response to the emotional stress her body under.

She exhaled painfully and gasped for air.

She couldn't activate it

She couldn't activate it!

It was right there, she felt it, she had figured out how to channel it.

In theory that is...

This was her ability, she tried to activate it once more, the dreading feeling returned and so did the tears.

It was like her mind and her body were two separate entities, she had no reason to be scared yet, she was trembling.

Her intentions and reactions were mismatched.

The fear and terror were external, she felt them physically, but mentally? It was like something else was controlling her, like there were two.

She wasn't interested in discovering who she had been before, but hell, what was done to her was damn relevant to her current situation.

She turned her head, a note on her bedside.

Dr. Mori Ougai

Ability specialist

XX xxxxxxx

'Mori Ougai...' the name was familiar...

She turned the strange note, realised there were more depliant for medical issues, probably left there for patients of the agency.

This Dr Ougai seemed to be the only one knowledgeable on abilities.

She continued to read the depliant, It had things like: