You're wearing the first one from the left.
She calmly treads down the alley, mist covering her figure. The slight stench of trash and alcohol sticks in the air, but the calming scent of evaporated water filling her nostrils pushes the stink away from her mind.
She walks into Lupin, an excited grin on her face as she searches around for her friends, ready to tell them of her great exploits.
Yes, like the usual patrons of Lupin, who are criminals, she is one too. A master thief and killer.
When she sees three men conversing she freezes. She scans around once more, eyes doing a clean sweep, but comes up empty handed. Her friends are not here. Not even the idiotic goons who picked fights with her.
Then she steadies her gaze to the three men in the bar, now analyzing her movements. "Ah, (Fake Name)-chan, your friends left early. Would you still like a drink?" The bartender asks with a kind smile. She nod gratefully at him, for keeping in mind to use her fake name.
"I don't know, Kishi-san. I might intrude into these three gentlemen's conversation," she answers with an expert carefree smile and she does a one shoulder shrug. "I may have to get their invitation first."
One of the three men suddenly rush up to her, kneeling on one knee before her? "Ah, my beautiful lady. You are more than welcome to join us~!" He says, enclosing his hands around one of her smaller, daintier one.
She rolls her eyes as she coughs into her handkerchief with her free hand, wiping away the few excess blood with it. "Oh my, are you sick, my lady?" The mystery man stands up, height towering over her as he takes a look at her bloodied handkerchief. "It's normal," she shrugs, waving him off nonchalantly.
"I don't think it is," he whispers into her ear. "You're an ability user, aren't you?"
She laughs ruefully, "what makes you think so?" She runs a hand through her silky locks.
"We've been searching for you, (Name) (Surname)," he grins, and she frowns. But not like how someone tries to find a way out of something while unknowingly being obvious.
"I think you have the wrong person, (Name) died years ago," she feigns innocence, tilting her head. Then she widens her eyes (on purpose), as she makes herself see a horrifying vision of (greatest fear) making goosebumps rise on her skin. "Unless . . ." She stares at the ground with a thoughtful look.
"You're quite the actress, (Surname)-san. But the Port Mafia needs you, and we have to get going now," the man urges, but she doesn't stop.
"(Name), she had the ability, Fake World," she mumbles, as if trying to make sense of something. "Did she fake her death? No." She shakes her head, closing her eyes before opening them once more. "But we were so young, how could she have perfected her ability?"
The man stares at her scrutinizingly, as if trying to figure out what she's doing and thinking. She worries on her lower lip and furrows her brows deeper, to add to the 'thinking deeply' effect when in reality she prayed he would take the bait.
"Ah, sorry for mistaking you as (Name)," the man sighs, while she mentally cheers in her head. "But, would you like to join us for a drink?" He asks, giving her a hopeful gaze. She blinks at him, raising her head, as if slightly startled by the offer before smiling, "then may I know the names of the men I will be drinking with?"
"I am Dazai Osamu," the man in front of her smiles. "Sakaguchi Ango, pleasure to meet you," a man with hair pushed back nods in greeting. "Oda Sakunosuke," a man with maroon hair nods also in greeting.
"(Fake Name) (Surname), thank you for allowing me to drink with you," she smiles carefully, eyes watching for their reactions. Dazai raises a brow, "you were (Name)'s sister?" He inquires as you walk over to a stool.
"Yes." I never was, and I never will be. "So what's your ability?" Oda asks.
"I never said I have an ability, " she giggles. "But let's say," she stands up, and glances at the bartender, telling him to leave for a short while with her eyes, she waits for a few seconds.
"I never was (Fake Name) in the first place as well." The three men's worlds plunge into darkness. Dazai immediately strikes at where you once stood, but he catches nothing. He curses.
He turns to Oda, and sees (Name) behind him. With great speed he lunges at her. She does nothing but imperiously smiles at him, and the illusion is lifted.
Light returns to the men's world, and Dazai immediately notices his hand curled around Oda's neck instead of (Name)'s. He whirls around, in search for the teen, but comes up empty handed.
"She got me," he mutters, "making me see her instead of Odasaku-kun so I could disable his ability to see the future."
He chuckles,
"How clever."
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More Than Gifted (Dazai Osamu x Reader)
Fanfiction'Advance' and 'Fake World'. They are your abilities. You had them since you were but a child, and you loved them. But the costs were just like good ol' Akutagawa's. You were sickly. You lived in the slums, weekly attending a bar filled with one man...
