White Lily (Dazai Osamu x gn! Reader)

Painter and Purpose

In the midst of conflict, there is no time for you and Dazai to put together some sort of plan. That's not to say neither of you were thinking, but none of what was thought could be conveyed through words, what with you competing with the messy sounds and flashes of gunfire.

Regardless, there seemed a wordless connection between you two in this moment. More than normal, you moved in sync. He shot one clone, then you knocked out the next. He knocked out the one that came after, and so you shot whoever followed.

You could see it in the brother's eyes now: Fear. The decisive outcome of the battle was crystal clear with this new development. Even the little sister found herself getting pushed back, no matter how many more clones were made to assist her. One clone steeled himself and ran up to her, grabbing her arm firmly before dashing off.

"Let's run. You're going home." He said. In response, she yanked her arm back, furious with her sibling.

"I'm not leaving you to die there. Don't you tell me what to do."

However, the brother's clone goes and grabs her arm once again. He knows exactly how she'd react to him telling her to run, but there was no time to argue. The two go back and forth as she yanks her arm away repeatedly, and he drags her a couple feet forward. At some point, he decides it'd be easiest to pick her up and run as far as he can.

"Sorry," she starts, "but I'm going back." Summoning a sharp casing of ice over her arm, the girl plunged an icicle into the clone of her brother. The point ran straight through his gut, and she averted her eyes front the soon-to-be corpse as she bolts towards the place her brother is really at.

Just as she reaches the messed up gate of the train tracks, she hears the dreaded shot of a gun though. She sinks to the floor as heavy tears begin to cloud her eyes. Droplets run down her face, and in a mix of panic, fear, and sorrow, she breaks into a sprint.

Suddenly, she can only focus on running like she'd been told by him. Her feet carried her away from here, not knowing where to go, but knowing that they must go somewhere if her brother wasn't to die in vain.

Revenge now-Meaning of it be damned. She's decided she has only one purpose in life from this day onward.

.............

One clone faces off with Chuuya, with his fellow selves supporting him by surrounding their opponent as much as they can. The battle is rough, as Chuuya swings down with a forceful kick, whirling around as several of them get sent onto the tracks. The clone wonders to himself how they could possibly beat the ginger. Sadly for him, the thought is rendered meaningless as one by one, until suddenly all at once, the clones around him all begin to disappear. The one clone falls to his knees, seeing the many versions of himself deteriorate into pure nothing. He lets out a weary sigh in despair, knowing his downfall means the drug he'd been tasked with protecting won't make it to anyone, let alone his very own mother.

Endless struggle, and for what? Until now, he'd fought to stay alive. He'd fought for his sister to stay alive too, trying to find any jobs he could muster in this sad economy. Further, his mother had even fought for herself to stay standing, even if only prolonging the inevitable with her sickly nature and their lack of options.

All his life, he'd had little. With this job, he thought there would be light at the end of the tunnel. Now though, he had gone from little to a simple nothing.

What purpose was there for him? What meaning could his end here hope to serve aside from his family's death now? He falters, however. Would it really matter if they all died here and now? Everyone meets their end anyway, so-