White Lily (Dazai Osamu x gn! Reader)

Ghosts and Graveyards

A blue-headed schoolgirl was ambling slowly through the wicked streets of Yokohama, as the chill of the night wrapped the city in its arms. The youth found herself clutching her stomach, tired, hungry, and on the verge of keeling over of exhaustion.

It had been only a couple of hours or since her brother had been whisked off by the reaper. Regardless, with the weight of her world collapsing, she felt as though she'd give in to being crushed any moment now. It was only her thoughts of seeking justice and retribution that fueled her every next step.

Eventually though, she needed a break from her aimless treck. So, she decided to close her eyes and lean back against the cold brick wall of an empty alleyway. Or at least, she'd believed it was empty.

"You look like you're in bad shape there." A voice came out of the blue, startling her. Initially, she planned on saying nothing to the speaker, however, upon seeing who it was, she had second thoughts.

"Hey, I know you." Her eyes narrowed dangerously. Her fingertips turned cold and blue as she spawned an icicle out from the ground. Any could see the rising threat that could ensue. "You're the ass that sent me and my brother on this crappy job. It's your fault. He's gone."

The girl monitored the person in question to see how he would react. His demeanor remained calm however, and as she riled up, he seemed to tone himself down more. A vein nearly popped from the girl's head.

"Get lost. Before I add you to my damn hit list."

He came up to her gently and slowly, as if approaching some ferocious animal. Slowly he reached into the depths of his pocket, before he pulled out what appeared to be something like a business card. He held out his hand with it enclosed in it, prompting her to take it.

Albeit a little hesitantly, she forcefully snatched it out of his hand, reading what was on it. Her face turned beet red in anger after seeing its contents.

"Are you out of your mind? You're asking me to join your weird AF organization? Do you realize the miracle it is I haven't already impaled your—"

"I know it sounds crazy. And I know I've got no right asking this of you." He stood back up, straightening his spine and making himself seem taller. "That's why I have a proposal for you."

"What." She responded with venom. However, his next words forced her to hold her tongue. Her newfound reason for living found its way to her, the opportunity to pursue it, unveiling before her.

"You want revenge, don't you?"

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

Fulfillment. Contentment. Happiness. To be satisfied...Why is it something people pursue so viciously? Purpose. Is happiness pursued because of purpose? But is purpose not merely a construct humans made to play pretend that we're worth something? When really, all will melt away silently as the curtains all fall closed.

Here stands an empty universe full of everything, but it may as well be truly empty if without anyone or anything to perceive it.

You think back to the most recent events with your colleague and the words which confessed, though you were stilled bewildered by their significance. What did that face—that touch look to convey...?

There, in that very moment, he'd seemed so vulnerable. A fragment of you just wanted to hold him...comfort him. Who is this man, you wondered for god knows home many times. It certainly wasn't the one you'd tried to imitate back on that train. Nor was it the one you'd feared ever so.

You decided to take a walk to clear your brain. Or rather, to lean more into your thoughts. Amid your mental drifting, you found your body drifting in a manner as well. You resolved yourself until finally, your feet carried you all the way to the person from which one could only find questions from, without any clear answers. But that was fine, as at least it was a response that filled the void of truth.