It had been a while since that mysterious man had left the house. He had stayed with you until late evening and stayed behind to help you find your phone. When you found it, he offered you a sympathetic pat to your back: the phone itself was shattered, the cracks blurring the screen and the time on the home screen. He had offered to order pizza in hopes to lift your mood, only for it to worsen when your phone just gave up on you.
You felt like you were in debt to him when he refused to receive any sort of payment back. The pizzaman looked slightly concerned at the sight of a man and a woman residing in a seemingly abandoned house, but his questions were snuffed out when Dazai quickly handed over the bills and shut the door.
You sighed and leaned back against your hands, staring out the large window. The sky was beginning to darken once more, with clouds of dark violet and amber corroding the clean blue of afternoon. You cracked out the kinks in your neck and groaned when the tension in your shoulders began to dissolve. Your eyes landed on the dented ceilings before they travelled down to the scratched walls. You wished that Dazai didn't leave you. You understood he was busy in this workplace, with lives to attend to and care about. You understood that people didn't have time for you anymore. You were just going to be an unfinished sentence to them—a comma, and nothing else. You wished you had someone. You wished you had a companion with you.
There was a charisma to Dazai that you liked—he was a genuinely affable man, with a sense of reticence that made you curious—Dazai spoke glibly about his life as if it was worth nothing. That sort of attitude drew you to him.
Having observed the house and analysing the words he had said to you earlier, you came to the reluctant conclusion that maybe...just maybe, something was occupying the house. Something alive and malicious—something unwilling to let this house go. And you knew it was off because of the horrifying dreams you were experiencing. The clowns speaking to you. The walls seemingly watching you, doors shutting on their own will, howling noises when the windows were closed. There was something strange about this house—yet you couldn't bring yourself to leave, just abandon such a precious core to this house, leave behind the John Doe of mystery.
And besides, where would you go? Back home, where you were clearly unwelcomed? Crawl back to Tanizaki's home with that psychotic bitch of a sister? Go to a homeless shelter and beg for forgiveness to a God unknown? No thanks.
"But it's logical to go," You muttered to yourself. You knew that really, there was nowhere outside this house that would welcome you with warm arms. A consequence of the economy and the weariness of the social hierarchy. Your phone was dead too; and you doubted that your parents cared about you. But it would worry Tanizaki... "God, stop moping over that!"
Lightly slapping your face, you shook your head violently before bolting back onto your feet. You decided you would do some exploring, something to take your mind off things before nightfall completely fell over. Your eyes flicker to the nearby grandfather's clock: 7 PM.
The house was a massive decrepit mess, and it didn't help the fact that you only knew three rooms of the house. One where you had nicked the clothes with the dolls, one being the library where you spent most of your afternoon in, and the bathroom. All of which were falling apart—literally and metaphorically. There was a peculiar atmosphere to the house that could only be described as 'falling apart at the seams'.
It felt rather wrong of you to be residing at a place where it was dismal and decadent, almost like the long abandonment of the house was a sign of respect.
"I'll go...look around," You cautiously say to yourself. It was still light outside and the persistent memory of the room that had been encouraged not to be opened was fresh in your mind. You chewed on your cheek before tilting your head to the staircase. A heavyweight of reluctance pulled at your heartstrings and before your mind even comprehended it, your legs were scaling up the creaky stairs that were moldy from decrepitude. The end of the staircase was a rectangle of dimness, and you had to squint your eyes to see through the dust. You coughed.
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𝐇(𝐀)𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 | yandere! dazai osamu
Fanfictiond.osamu x reader | Taking refuge in a house that no one dared to even glance at the end of the street, you, (y/n) (l/n), discover that things are alive in this house. The paintings become unnaturally saturated when you walk past them, yet they dull...