Meursault

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A/N: I will follow the manga I remember them being in a box I dont know why Studio bones changed it.

The  Meursault Prison seemed to close in on the two men, their presence alone enough to make the air feel heavier.

Dazai Osamu and Fyodor Dostoevsky, though separated by the thick, unbreakable glass of their cells, were locked in a battle far more personal than any they’d waged before. The subject of their obsession?

You. Y/N.

Dazai leaned casually against the wall of his cell, his bandaged wrists resting on his knees.

Across from him, Fyodor sat perfectly poised, his pale fingers steepled in front of him, his crimson gaze piercing through the glass.

“You know,” Dazai began, his voice low and tinged with amusement, “it’s almost amusing how much Y/N consumes your thoughts. Even here, in this dreary place, you can’t stop thinking about them, can you?”

Fyodor’s lips curved into a faint smile, though his eyes remained cold and calculating. “And yet, Dazai, you’re no different. The way your voice softens when you speak of them… it’s almost pitiful. Do you truly believe they’d choose you over me?”

Dazai’s smirk returned, sharper now, edged with something dangerous. He tilted his head, his gaze never leaving Fyodor’s. “Oh, but he already have, remember?"

Fyodor’s smile didn’t falter, but his eyes narrowed slightly,  irritation breaking through his calm facade. “ How quaint. Y/N is far too intelligent to be swayed by your empty charms. They see through your masks, Dazai. They know the darkness you hide."

Dazai’s expression darkened, his playful personality slipping. He leaned forward, his voice dropping to a low, almost threatening tone. “You don’t know them like I do. Y/N isn’t drawn to your so called ‘purity’ or your god complex. They see the real you, Fyodor. And trust me, it’s not as appealing as you think.”

Fyodor’s smile finally faltered, his fingers tightening ever so slightly. He leaned closer to the glass, his voice cold and measured. "But if he had remembered the way you treated him before, he would hate you Dazai. Do you think you can hide it from him any longer" Fyodor paused, closing his eyes with a mocking smirk.

"You're the reason why he kept getting abducted over and over. You enjoyed the way you ordered the men you paid to catch him, torture him, do anything they want until he breaks. And to make yourself his own sanctuary. " Fyodor slowly opened his eyes, his glare piercing straight to the person in front of him.

"If he ever finds out he'd resent you, you're no different from me"

Dazai’s jaw tightened, but he quickly masked it with a laugh, though it lacked its usual lightness. “Ah, but that’s the beauty of it, isn’t it? Y/N’s hatred is just as intoxicating as his love. He is passionate, unpredictable… everything you could never be. You’re too calculated, too cold. He'd never truly care for someone like you.”

Fyodor’s eyes flashed with something unreadable, a mix of anger and something darker, more possessive. He leaned back, his smile returning, though it was far more sinister now. “We’ll see, won’t we? Once we’re free from this place, Y/N will have to choose. And when he do, I’ll make sure hed never even think of you again.”

Dazai’s smirk faded completely, his expression turning deadly serious. He stood, looming over the glass, he doesn't need words to convey his thoughts.

Fyodor knew what he was thinking, he smiled and let out a chuckle.

"Our past doesn't matter, after all he’s already mine. And when he finds out everything, he’ll see you for what you truly are a manipulator, just like me."

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