Uncontrollable || Dazai Osamu » book 1 ✓

12 | Q

(Y/n) peeled down the street with lightning speed, the soles of her boots barely kissing the rough surface. Her limbs felt like they were about to fall off. Practically every fibre of her body was screaming for her to stop.

If moving her limbs when being drugged gave her excruciating pain, then the pain she felt then was nothing compared to this.

But even that wouldn't bring her down.

She ran through the city like there's no tomorrow. Onlookers threw her weird stares as they stepped aside for her to pass. She looked like she was ready to fall over at any moment, given how she was running, but she didn't.

Nobody was going to stop her and neither was she going to be stopped by anybody.

You can call her stupid.
She didn't care.

You can say she's being tenacious.
She won't give a damn.

She had one goal and ONLY one goal in mind.
To stop Mori.

For the sake of the people she cared, she didn't mind putting her life on the line.

She's not going to repeat her past.
She's not going to watch people die before her again.
That was her resolve.

(Then maybe,  just maybe, I can find a reason to be here, still breathing, along with the people in this world somehow.)

Finally, she reached the mafia's headquarters that sits in the heart of Yokohama's city center. Traveling from the bay to the city by foot was definitely a terrible idea. The laborious run had knocked the breath out of her, leaving her heaving and puffing with her mouth hanging wide open as she tried desperately to work some saliva down her parched throat.

She jammed the button to the topmost floor and leaned her back on the cool metal of the lift, trying to stabilise her heavy breathing. It's the third time she had been here. But this time, it's for a different matter, and unlike the previous trips to this place, she did not stop to admire the luxurious European-styled interior of the lobby.

She entered the office. Her boss sat at the same place where she had last seen him as if he hadn't moved an inch from his seat.

"Ah, (y/n)-chan! What a-"

Before he could finish his sentence, she was already in front of him, pointing a black switchblade to his neck. It was a weapon that Akutagawa gave her. She had gotten it back from Dazai on the day the Agency was attacked by the Black Lizards.

"Impressive, you're almost as fast as Gin-chan," Mori smiled.

"I could be faster if I hadn't run all the way here," Her sharp gaze fixated upon him. "What do you want from me?"

"I have no idea what you are talking about (y/n)-chan," He replied.

"Don't address me like you know me," She snapped. "Stop lying. I know your plan. You're using me aren't you?"

"Who told you that?" Mori narrowed his eyes at her dubiously.

"That doesn't matter. If you try to lay a hand on me, I won't hesitate to kill you," She threatened. She did not notice the guards from outside the room had came in and with a small but swift movement, they knocked her into unconsciousness.

"Word of advice from your boss: Always beware of the danger behind you." Was the last words she heard before blacking out.

— — — — —

After a few hours or so, she came to.

(Where am I?)

She was sitting on a chair in the middle of a dark, empty room. She blinked, trying to get her eyes to accustom to the darkness. Her wrist itched. She wriggled her hands that were somehow tied behind her back. The chains rattled and dug into the flesh of her wrist.

(So, they decided to chain me up, huh? Lame.)

Her fingers reached to edge of her coat sleeve and she pulled out a pin.

(Now, if only I can see where the lock is...)

She twisted her arms this way and that until her hands were in front of her. She squinted at the chains around her wrist, tilting her wrists to get whatever small amount of light to reflect on the hidden lock.

(Ah, there it is.)

She picked on the lock like how they did in the movies. Except that she didn't learn it from the movies, Dazai taught her this trick when she was stuck in his house.

Click.

She shook off the chains which fell to the ground with a deafening clatter and rubbed her sore wrist.

"Wow! That's a nice trick!" An androgynous child came out from the shadows, clutching a disgusting doll. He tugged at her coat and smiled. "Miss, will you play with me?"

She stared at the small child.

"Who are you and why are you here?"

"I'm Yumeno Kyusaku, also known as Q. Let me show you a trick!" He unzipped his bag and pulled out her switchblade.

"Hey. Where did you get that?" She asked.

Q didn't respond, instead, he thrust the weapon to her hands so that the blade was pointing towards him.

"Ring-a-round the Rosie,
A pocket full of posies,
Ashes! Ashes!
We all fall down..."

He sang as he walked towards her, the blade plunging deep into his abdomen. Q smiled.

(Um...what the fuck?)

"H-hey, are you okay?" She withdrew the switchblade that was now covered with a sheen of crimson and hastily pocketed the weapon. She looked at the bleeding child, who was still smiling at her, in confusion and worry. Q pointed at her shoulder. There, peeking from underneath her coat, was a purple blotch that resembled a handprint.

"That appears on anyone who hurts me."

She then heard the sound of a door unlocking and turned her head to its source. Light filled the dark room and three men walked in. It was Mori and his guards.

"I see that you've awakened," Mori spoke.

She was silent for a moment.

"Are you done with your stupid tricks?" She finally replied.

"Oh, the plan hasn't started. Yet." Mori gave her a dark smile. "But it soon will."

The guards grabbed her arms. "Don't touch me!" She hollered at the guards as they pulled her out of the door roughly.

"Boss, can I go out and play?" Q asked Mori innocently as if nothing had happened. Mori led him out of the dark room.

"Yes, you've done your job well. Let's go watch the chaos shall we?"

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