Uncontrollable || Dazai Osamu » book 1 ✓

20 | New Lives, Old Associates

Dazai stayed with her even until the day she was discharged, stubbornly refusing to leave her side. "Nope~ I'll go with you."

"C'mon, it's just a trip back to my old apartment!" She retorted as she rolled up the long sleeves of the oversized woollen sweater that Dazai bought her. It was autumn and the weather was starting to become chilly as winter draws nearer.

"Nuh uh. You aren't going anywhere without me, missy," Dazai shook his head playfully, his brown locks bouncing as he does so. "If you were to get lost, your dear — tch — friend would punch the living lights out of me."

Then let him.

She stared up at Dazai with a deadpan look and tsked, "Whatever, dammit."

— — — — —

She stepped into the sparsely furnished apartment, rousing the thin layer of dust under the soles of her boots. Everything was where she had last seen them; untouched.

How long has it been since she last set foot here? A couple of weeks? A month? Even so, it gave her a strong sense of unpleasant nostalgia.

A reminder of her tainted past.

A piece of her corrupted memories.

A remnant of her fragile self.

However, people change.

She hummed to herself as she picked up her essentials tossed them into her suitcase. She pulled her mafia clothing off the rack and stuffed them into her small baggage.

"What?" She asked when Dazai gave her a questioning side-eye glance. "I don't have the luxury of owning many clothes, y'know."

She dragged the relatively light suitcase out of the creaky door of her old apartment. Unfortunately for them, the Agency's dorm was a little far from where the were now. The walking distance was definitely long, but still bearable.

"Well, welcome to your new apartment! Mine is next door, the other Agency's members are down the corridor," Dazai grinned and turned the knob to her living area.

"Hm," Her lips curled into a small smile as her eyes swept over the brightly lit apartment. It was surprisingly big. Far bigger than the old one.

"If you feel that this space is too cramped, you can always move into mine," Dazai waved and closed the door, leaving her alone to unpack her stuff and venture around.

(There is more than enough space here, why would he suggest that?)

She thought as she peered into the kitchen. Everything was spotless, like it had been cleaned just recently. Opening her suitcase, she hanged her clothes in the closet and was about to unpack her toiletries when-

BAM

She gave a tiny yelp when the door burst open, revealing no other than Chuya and Akutagawa. There was another shorter silhouette behind them which she immediately recognised as the Port Mafia's assassin, Gin.

"W-wha?" She watched wide-eyed when they stepped into her territory, hauling their huge suitcases into her apartment. "What are y'all doing in my apartment?"

Chuya raised an eyebrow and asked, "Dazai didn't tell you? We'll be living together."

"We can't go back to Port Mafia, so we joined the Detective Agency," Akutagawa responded curtly like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"W-what about the entrance exam?" She stuttered, lost for words.

"Oh, that? You were hospitalised when we took the exam. We passed it — surprisingly — though it was utterly horrible. Shitty Dazai refused to tell us anything," Chuya sneered as he flung his leather suitcase open, revealing bottles of different high-class wine.

It took her a while for Chuya's words to sink in. When it finally did, a shriek of surprise escaped her lips. Her voice echoed throughout the room, making Chuya flinch and Akutagawa growl.

"YOU'RE TOO LOUD!" Chuya yelled over her voice.

(Chuya, you're loud too. If not louder.)

The redhead continued to list down a bunch of complaints about their entrance exam, giving her a glimpse of just how horrid their one hell of an exam is.

But his complaints never ended.

He continued to complain about Dazai, whilst popping open a wine bottle and drank it in a gulp. His words turned into slurs, confusing the crap out of everyone as they watched a flushed-face Chuya stomping around the now cramped space.

She edged nearer towards Akutagawa and Gin, eyeing the drunk man wearily. Both of them weren't at all surprised, seeing Chuya's drunken state countless of times back in Port Mafia, stumbling down the corridors and tripping over his own feet.

She kept a small distance away from the masked assassin, not being close to her. She was quite surprised to see Gin together with them and decided to ask Akutagawa about her.

"She's my sister," Akutagawa stated bluntly as Gin shuffled beside him uncomfortably. (Y/n) gawked at the female ravenette, scrutinising Gin, before looking at Akutagawa.

Now that he mentioned it, they both looked similar. From their behaviour to their facial features. She nodded her head slowly, trying to process the new information, before turning to her suitcase. "Well then, seems like I need to survive living with some weirdos."

"I agree."

"I was including you in that 'weirdos', stupid."

— — — — —

(Y/n), Akutagawa and Gin huddled in a corner of the apartment. Chuya still had not returned to his sober state, still mumbling nonsense nobody ever heard of. He had downed the whole bottle of 1964 Romanëe-Conti long ago, the bottle now rolling across the tatami flooring.

She rubbed her temples, trying to soothe her throbbing head. The silence and Chuya's blabbering was getting to her. Finally, when she couldn't take it anymore, she ran out of the apartment and burst through the door of the suicidal man's apartment. He was reading his suicide guidebook for the hundredth time since she first saw him.

"What's wrong?" Dazai looked up from his book, staring at the fuming (y/n).

"First, you didn't tell me that they are living with me. Second-"

Dazai pressed a finger to her lip, stopping her from continuing any further. "Calm down, I did say that you can move over anytime."

"Yeah? At least don't say it as a roundabout way of telling me I have occupants."

She went back to her apartment and hauled her suitcase into his apartment with a scowl. Dazai watched her in amusement as she dumped her belongings in the room she used to stay in his house.

"Sorry for intruding but — no — I shouldn't be sorry at all," She said as she flitted from her room to the kitchen.

Dazai watched her as he ruffled his hair, smiling, "Well, isn't this starting to get interesting?"

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