One Extra Life, Please. [Dazai x Reader]

Chapter 3: It's Raining Dazais

EN: I decided to put in what Jung looks like now too, there's also a different picture later.

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Your P.O.V

So, there I was, newly single, sitting on the wall of my terrace as I looked down at the people in the streets. I felt a bit upset, but more about no one remembering my birthday now.

I did have friends, surprisingly enough. But, none of them had even texted me, called me, or anything. I had to admit, that made me a lot more upset.

I stroked my fingers through the course fur of the cat as it sat next to me, not minding the extra attention. As I was doing this, I knew a pair of eyes was staring at me from he apartment building across the street.

I'd always thought it was so convenient, having a cute guy live in the apartment building across the street, where his room was almost adjacent with mine.

Now I want nothing more for that to disappear.

I swung my legs back over to the patio, as my phone phone rang and shook the table it was laying on, threatening to fall off.  I didn't even have to look to see it was Jung.

I didn't like the feeling inside me that told me to pick it up. I didn't like it one bit, so I ignored it. I felt a small rise of tears in the back of my eyes, but I ignored that too, letting the phone go to voicemail.

I saw the cat giving me confused looks out of the corner of my eyes as it walked precariously on the wall of the terrace. I took a step toward it as it smelled the air, but we were both interrupted by a quick flash of brown falling down into the alleyway beside the apartment building.

This obviously surprised the cat, making it jump down the short distance to the ground. Panic flooded through me for a mere second before I tried to grab the cat, but I only got a handful of fur.

I looked over the edge to see if the cat was okay, but I couldn't see much without my glasses.

I looked back and forth between the door and the alleyway, finally deciding to climb down the small emergency staircase separating my terrace and the ground.

I hung onto the freezing metal bars and heard a quiet groan —a painful one, at that— a noise that didn't sound very cat-like. Nonetheless, my feet touched the ground and I ran towards towards where I'd seen the cat jump down.

The cat was there, but it was circling a man who was sitting on the ground, very unsure of what to do.

Suddenly another pair of footsteps came running into the alley.

"Hey, Y/N? What was tha—" He stopped when he saw the man.

"I, um—"

"That woman, what did she do?" He mumbled to himself as he sat up, with his back facing us.

"What should we do?" .

He whippped around at the sound of my voice, forcing me to give him a nervous smile.

He squinted at us, as if unsure of what to make of us.

"You aren't with the Mafia, I assume." He eyed my lounge pants and ripped sweatshirt.

"But you," His eyes flickered over to Jung.

"No." He shook a thought absent. He sat in a criss-cross-apple-sauce like position.

"Because I assume you have many questions, lets play a game. I'll ask first." The man proposed, a confident smile breaking out on his lips. He seemed very calm.

"Um, sorry, what?"

"You know, like those games adults make you play when you're introduced into a new group—"

"Yeah, Yeah. I got that part." I interrupted.

He gave me a strange look.

"Who are you?" He asked, his face now blank, but a tint of wonder still visible. I tried to smile.

"I'm," I paused, passing a nervous look to Jung, "I'm Y/N."

"Jung."

"Okay, your turn."

Jung and I looked at each other questioningly, but I spoke first. "How did you get here?"

The man scratched his head, seeming like he was trying to think.

"Ah, That's right. A woman waved her finger at me, and now I'm here."

Jung and I exchanged glances.

My brows knitted in confusion as I looked back at him, "Are you serious?"

"Very." The man answered.

Jung had an uncertain expression as he repeated, "Waved her finger?"

"Yes."

"Are you serious?"

He shrugged and sent me a smile.

"My turn! How old are the both of you?" The man asked almost giddily.

"19" Jung answered.

"Now 20."

I tried to tell myself not to cry, because it wasn't worth it. I didn't want to embarrass myself. But, my eyes filled with tears anyway.

"Y/N, what's-" He stopped, slowly realising his mistake.

"Y/N, I'm sorry. I didn't—" he sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "I'm horrible,"

The man hummed, catching Jung's attention as he tried to explain. The man nodded in understanding, sending me a quick smile before it disappeared.

"To answer what I presume is your remaining question, my name is Dazai."

"So, how far away from the armed detectives agency am I?" Dazai asked, standing up

"There's no such thing, sir."

"Ah, That's right."

"Nevermind then. I'll see you around." He got up and started walking towards the sidewalk at the end of the alleyway. But he stopped, suddenly turning around.

Dazai put a finger to his chin before he looked at me, saying, "That's right, I do have a question for you."

"Would you be willing to commit a double suicide with me?" He asked the question hopefully.

I didn't really know what to say.

Hey, Y/N? Tell him no! Do you even need to think about it?" Jung said, his eyes widening in concern.

I smiled sheepishly, looking at the ground, "No thanks."

"So close." He shrugged and sighed.

"Well, I"ll see you around, Y/N, Jung." He waved and smiled, turning the corner.

"Weirdo." Jung mumbled under his breath.

"But the cat..." I protested.

"What cat?" Jung asked, furrowing his brows.

"A cat jumped down here, the whole reason I came down was to get the cat."

"Well, Y/N, I'm sorry, but it's not here." He said, smiling slightly and fixing his hat

"And, um, if it counts, Happy Birthday." He said softly, before turning the corner opposite to the one Dazai did.

I was alone again.

EDITED: 6/19/17

Edited again on: 10/15/17

Edited for a third time on 6/2/18