eyes | dazai x reader

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(y/n) was kept inside the empty room, littered with tainted red around its surface. Shivering ever so slightly from the cold, she began to conversate with the Executive before her.

"What do you want to know?" She asked, slowly giving into the agreement they have made, but never once letting her guard down completely.

"Let's start with your name, perhaps?" He replied without a single moment of thought. Perhaps he'd already planned out all of his questions beforehand, (y/n) had thought.

". . . It's (y/n)." She said after only a brief moment of hesitation. "And you?"

"Dazai." He calmly said.

His eyes stared at hers in amusement. Perhaps it was because of the fact that he knew this girl could do no harm to him. Her widely known ability had been rendered useless. This is only many of the things that Dazai had grown pleased at achieving-- making his opponents weak.

"Now then, (y/n), could you elaborate on your abillity?"

"You already know what it is." She said, refusing to reply to the obvious question. She shifted in her seat ever so slightly, her skin began to hurt from the chains that held her wrists. She was almost going to avoid answering, until Dazai gave her a stern look as a warning, reminding (y/n) that she was a prisoner, hence all she could do was remain obedient and follow every single one of her captor's demand, unless she was prepared for the consequences.

"F-fine. . ." She sighed, eyes meeting with his once again, "My ability, isn't something I can control by will, it's just constantly there. . ."

She took a deep breath, nobody had ever asked her to talk about this ability of hers; always just about what they needed it for, what they wanted her to do with it. Even so, without a trail of weariness in her voice to contrast to her calm facade, she continued, "Nobody. . . Can lie, when looking into my eyes."

"Interesting." Dazai mused, "I've heard a lot of rumors about you, and how deadly that ability of yours can be, more than it appears. Now, why is that, (y/n)?"

She scoffed, looking away, "One question at a time."

He let out a laugh, a little more genuine sounding than the rest of his gestures towards her. "Of course, I apologize."

Now, there were many things worth questioning that hinged into (y/n)'s mind. Her priorities consisted of how she needed to know what they wanted to with her; why she was kept here; who was this man before her? Then, perhaps on a close second on the list, who's blood was spilled before hers, and were they planning to take off these troublesome chains that were a size too tight? The list kept filling up, but regardless, she decided to keep those problems for later. Perhaps the best choice was too figure out who she was dealing with at the moment.

"I've told you about my ability, now tell me yours."

For a moment, there was nothing. (y/n) had even assumed that he didn't hear her inquiry, and was just about to repeat it, until he cleared his throat.

"Well, let's just put it this way: if I touch you, then I can deprive you of that devilish glint in your eyes."

She was taken aback, breath a little shaky. Not because of fear, yet entirely out of disbelief, "Y-you. . . Can do that?"

Dazai raised a brow, leaning back in his chair to get into a more comfortable position, seeing as their conversation might last for a bit longer than he had expected. "Yes, but momentarily. Even so, what difference would that make? Your ability barely affects my answers, as I've previously informed."

Her eyes fell onto the concrete floor. Despite Dazai knowing, this information meant something to her, that even if for a brief moment, just for a single second, there wouldn't be anything that she wouldn't give to be stripped of this terrible ability that made her feel like living was a nightmare.

In a yearning voice, she said what was only very slightly above a whisper, "Could you use it on me, then? Please?"

He was a bit baffled at her plea, as it was almost alien to his ears. No matter where he went, people cowered before him in fear, begged him for mercy, shivered at the sound of both his name and ability. But this. . . This was the first time someone had asked him to use it on them. For whatever reason, he wouldn't know.

"Why?" He dryly asked.

"I just-- I want to stop feeling like a monster, even for a little while." She confessed, trying to push back the tears that began to prick at the corner of her eyes.

The man exhaled, looking straight into her (e/c) eyes, "(y/n), even if I did, would that really change anything?"

She began to avoid eye contact, struggling to scavange around for a reason, reminding herself once again of the chains around her wrists and the horrible stentch flitting in the air. It began to feel overwhelming. Dazai could easily pick up her uneasiness, and truthfully, it was almost sad. 

Almost.

"Listen here, even without your ability, you're still (y/n). Nothing really changes. Even if you suddenly got turned into an ordinary person, do you really think that could change all of the things that you have done?"

The last thing he said, she could clearly see the dark glint flash through his eyes. In an instant, it became clear that she was no stranger to him. He clearly knew all there was neccesary to know about her, and did she feel bothered? She wasn't really sure.

". . .What are you talking about?" She managed to muster.

"The answer to that, more than anyone, you know better."

(y/n) let the words sink in, probably because more than anything, she was lost for words. Her breath began to steady, ever so slowly, amidst the silence of the room. She figured that her request would not be granted any moment sooner, and so the best option was to let it slide; an opportunity that felt too good to be true to begin with.

"I suppose since it's my turn again, I would like you to answer my previous question. Your abillity must be dangerous enough if it makes you feel like a monster."

She collected herself for a reply, one that Dazai had already known. Maybe he just wanted to hear her tell him all of the things he already knew, make him feel better to be able to toy around with her so easily. Either that, or he just liked seeing how weak she was when she had to admit all these things that made her feel like the epitome of all things bad. Whatever it was, there was no doubt that it made her feel utterly helpless with every second that passed by.

"If forced to reveal a person's most deepest, darkest secrets against their will, their brain will become overloaded. Countless of times. . . I have been used to interrogate people, pressuring them into spilling everything my captors have wanted them to tell. And then. . . Let me watch as the pain slowly killed them. . ."

That was the last thing she'd said before Dazai stood up and thanked her for the talk, leaving and saying he'd return some time soon.

Was he going to use her the same way that everyone else did?

The only way to find out was to wait and see, and prepare herself for the pain that she had never gotten used to enduring.

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