Soukoku:Wine and Stitches

Chapter 1

Journal Entry #1

7-6-XXXX

I have just moved into the household of the infamous Port Mafia... Mori Ougai had lended me this journal to 'keep track' of any events I will occur...

My name is Dazai Osamu...I am about 15 years old right now...I was nothing but a lowlife orphan boy until I was found by the man I will soon look up to as my 'superior',When I was found by Mori...I was in the midst of death and starvation...I was used to that sort of life...patiently awaiting my impending doom....but now things are different,I still had to get used my new surroundings...But ofcourse being new means to 'explore'...I didn't want to....Aside from currently having a broken leg...I had other plans.

I enjoyed pain...

I am holed up in a room provided for me,I managed to snatch the scalpel Mori always carried around...gently I carve it against my soft pale skin....I didnt wince...I watch the crimson liquid trickle from my arm....ah what a beautiful shade of red....I kept going...until....right,Dinner...I cant let them see....Luckily I knew how to cover it up...In my pocket...thread and a needle...i looked at the deep wound and cleaned away the blood....I put a piece of cloth to my mouth and bit onto it...I felt the slim metal needle pierce my flesh as I stitched it up....

This was not the first time I did such a thing....I'm used to it....Soon I heard a knock on the door....I tensed up and hid the items behind me and rolled down my sleeve...the blood slowly tinted my white shirt....i immediately hid it.......

Fini Entreé

"Open..."

The young brunette spoke in a stoic yet quiet tone,The door opened with a creak and the boy quickly lay down and covered himself with his blanket, In came Mori,the man who had took him in...

"Dinner is ready...The others would like to meet you..."

"...."

Silence had filled the room...
Dazai,gripping his newly injured arm...he didnt want to let them know.. He didnt want them to take away his pain...he didnt want help...

"Well when you are ready...be free to come down to the dining hall..."

The man smiled and left the boy to be...Dazai gave a sigh of relief and sat up on his bed,he eyed a jacket that hung at the clothes rack behind the door...he sighed as he limped over and grabbed the piece of clothing...it was small and alittle tight...but it was good enough to cover up the wound,he sighed and took a pair of crutches to assist him,glancing at the mirror,he clicked his tongue as he saw his sickly,frail and wounded body...he looked like a mess...but it couldnt be help for there was no one to blame except him...he made himself that way,he starved himself...even when he was taken in by Mori,he refused to join any food gatherings...limiting himself to a glass of water and a slice of bread or two...he would cut his skin...then stitch it up again...but now he was about to step out of his room...he was tired of treating himself like a caged animal...

At the table

"So Where is the boy?"

One of the members,a beautiful woman with pinkish red hair named Kouyou asked as she poured herself a glass of wine...the table was filled with executives...operatives...and the port Mafia's current boss...Mori chuckled as he glanced towards her.

"He will arrive that is for sure this time"

"Really?If I recall well...this is the millionth time you said that...I cant have shy scum in my orginazation.."

The boss spoke and his phrase was followed by a sickly cough,Mori glanced at his predecessor...a smile formed on his lips,but before he could speak..the door had opened.

"Ah speak of the devil~"

The members of the mafia turned their heads towards the young boy who was limping into the dining area.

"Hello Dazai~"

"...."

The boy looked down and shyly waved as he approached the table,sitting down next to Mori and Kouyou.

"Well arent you a silent type,there's no need to be shy you know?"

The female spoke with a gentle tone,but Dazai wasnt used to this at all...he simply looked up and glanced at her then at Mori..

"Why are you being all nice? I know what you really do in the mafia... Whats the point? Shouldn't you like beat up people like me?"

Mori's eyes widened,this was the first time he has heard the boy speak in a full sentence other than one or two words...he chuckled and ruffled the brunette's hair,making Dazai flinch abit at the sudden touch

"Now now Dazai...we may be mafia but we arent that all ruthless towards our own allies unless ofcourse theh arent loyal...and besides...you are just new and still getting used to your new home..."

Before the brunette could speak,the doors swung open and in came a shorter boy about his age,he didn't seem quite happy though..

"Kouyou!!Where's my jacket?! I cant find it anywhere I---"

The boy looked up and saw Dazai,they stared at each other for quite awhile.. Dazai scanned him...he was quite good-looking...his ginger locks were gorgeous...his stern ocean-blue eyes caught his eye the most though.... His thoughts were cut when the ginger boy started yelling...

"THATS MY JACKET,YOU THEIF!!"

Dazai shook his head and frowned as he looked away,Kouyou stood up and tapped the scowling ginger on the shoulder,whispering something...as the elder spoke the boy's eyes looked up at dazai...his gaze dropped down at the other's sleeve...he saw a small blotch of crimson color the navy blue sleeve of his jacket.

He smirked...

He wanted to see what was underneath...