Revelations {BSD/SKK}

1: A Sorcerer's House

I almost named this fic Abrakadabra but I wanted people to actually take it seriously so here we are with "revelations"

The following is a list of content warnings for the story as a whole. If you don't have any triggers I recommend skipping it, because it could be considered spoilers.
I'll also be putting separate warnings for chapter content at the start of specifically triggering chapters.
If you do read this list but think this is a story you can comfortably read, I'd say you can 100% still enjoy the story and narrative while knowing the contents of this list:

Warnings: non consensual experimentation/body modification in form of a vivid flashback, aftermath of a nightmare reliving the rape of a minor (so the act doesn't get described at all), brief discussion of suicidal ideation, Chuuya is generally very nice to dazai but he does technically imprison him within his own home, so there's that

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Dazai was humming to himself, regardless of how the cheerful little tune did very little to brighten his oppressive surroundings. Since he'd first set foot in the forest it had felt overall quite unpleasant, as though everything down to the very air was trying to drive him away. As expected he was surrounded by trees, but they were twisted and gnarled almost to the point of a grotesque distortion, towering over him in a way Dazai found just a little threatening.

So Dazai hummed his silly tune and tried to convince himself that the aura of the forest was all in his head. He ignored how his skin felt unusually scratchy beneath the soft cotton bandages wrapped around his upper chest and arms. He ignored how often he'd tripped over massive knots of roots that had seemed to appear out of nowhere. He'd stumbled over them more times than he cared to admit while making his way here. He was sure they weren't really appearing out of nowhere, it was just because of how dark it was in the forest.

Too dark, for the time of day. He ignored that as well.

Dazai drew his coat just a little tighter around himself as a breeze just a little too cold for May blew through him, mentally reviewing the information he knew so far. It felt like the forest itself didn't want him here. If Dazai were to believe what Mori had told him this morning, that notion was true. Apparently -and Dazai was still highly doubtful- a Sorcerer lived in this forest and the repellant atmosphere was supposed to stop people happening across his home.

Coming to a halt Dazai sighed to himself, staring around at the endless trees. The cold wind blew once more, stronger, and he pulled his coat tighter around himself, glad that Mori hadn't been cheap when selecting Dazai's entrance gift to the Port Mafia. The black coat was high quality, warming, yet still not enough to shield him from the bitingly cold wind that really was far too harsh for the season.

He'd laughed at first, when Mori had said he was being sent to assassinate a Sorcerer. Then he'd stopped laughing because Mori had looked terribly serious, not a hint of a smile or some other sign that he was joking. Dazai hadn't known what to think, then. He'd just stared as Mori had continued to explain the mission. What right response was there to being told he wouldn't be able to use a map on his phone because the magic of the forest would stop the device from working?

Of course Dazai had been quite sure he was being sent out on a fool's errand. He'd been certain of it, and yet his phone had stopped working about eighty paces into the forest. It had turned itself off and not even resetting the battery had helped. A little less dubious than before Dazai had continued through the trees, following the setting sun and still convinced that Mori was leading him on a wild goose chase for shits and giggles, because the man had told him he was looking for a tree. In a forest.

Dazai sighed to himself, starting to walk again. He could recall the conversation clearly.

"You'll know the one when you see it" Mori had said, and Dazai had just nodded because hell, Mori still had that scarily serious look on his face and Dazai wasn't about to question him when he looked like that. Of course Dazai would welcome death with open arms, but he also really wasn't a fan of pain, something Mori was all too aware of. Dazai was quite sure that if the man decided to kill him he'd happily drag his death out in some horribly evil fashion.