eyes | dazai x reader

01

She was leading herself into a perpetual cage. Wrists that began to throb from the merciless chains fell helplessly behind her back. Eyes captured nothing but pitch black, as they were restrained by a ragged piece of cloth. Even if she was able to fight back, she chose not to.

It was the same damn thing, she cursed, and it happened so many times before. People used her for many different things, and every single fucking time, she let them. Why did she let them; why was she so openly embracing this pain that continously inflicted her?

She wouldn't know.

"Don't look into her eyes," She heard them say, before she was roughly placed on a seat and tied up. She felt rapid motion, people shifting in and out of the room. She heard an exchange of chatter, whispers she couldn't comprehend. None of this bothered her as much as the petrifying stentch of blood that swirled in the air. It screamed of danger; exactly what she had known she'd be facing since the beginning.

The room fell silent, and suddenly, she realized she had been left alone. Silence provided for her company, allowing for her to finally attempt to figure out what kind of a mess she got herself in this time. Of course, it was not much of an easy task to do while being enveloped by the scent of dried blood, and having a mind that was only good at trying to calm her rapid heartbeat. Even that was a futile task on its own.

A door creaked open, making her throath go dry. She knew exactly what happens next.

Threaths, ragged sreams, tainted knives, their exact same words; many many words that she couldn't stand anymore.

But then why. Why wasn't any of it happening to her now?

There was only even more silence. Painfully long silence, the kind that raked at her heart and its slowing rhythm, one that she knew would go out one of these days. Either by the hands of an assailant or her own, it barely even mattered by now.

She felt a hand reach out towards her, causing her to flinch at the contact of the unbelievably cold skin, and soon, the unknown person she considered her assailant began unlacing the rag that blinded her vision. It fell loose onto the floor, and for the first time in the past few hours, she could once again see.

"I'm sure you've heard of my ability," She bitterly warned the man before her. "Don't you know what I'm capable of doing to you?"

Despite the vulnerable position he granted himself, the man dared smile. Somehow, the curve of his lips held a dark aura underneath his nonchalant facade.

"Shouldn't I be the one asking that?"

Their eyes met, giving her the chance to interrogate this strange man. Perhaps this was her only way to get her answers. "Where am I?"

"There's no need for you to be trying that on me, after all I must apologize. I have nothing to hide." He said rather frankly with another smile gracing his features. Ironically, its warmth didn't match the coldness of his eyes. "As for your question, you are being held captive in the Port Mafia's base."

She was baffled by this man's strange ways. Never before has an attacker been this easy going with her.

"So to say, let's make a compromise, shall we?" He offered, pulling up a chair for himself.

"What kind?"

"It's rather simple. I answer your questions, and you'll answer mine."

Looking down, she considered the option, merely for a brief moment. "You're forgetting my ability." She reminded.

With a strange kind of dryness in his tone, he said, "Then I can assume you're oblivious of mine."

It seemed that there was no getting around this peculiar man. He wasn't exactly getting on her nerves. Matter of factly, he was rather intriguing, she thought. Those emotionless dark eyes, and feigned smile. She knew that he was capable of getting exactly what he wanted out of her, and all without having to lay a single finger on her.