Barkeep! | Dazai X Reader

{3}

In The Morning

Kyoka screamed her pretty little heart out in that basement, entirely defenseless. The door was solid steel, locked from the outside, and no one could hear her thanks to the spirit in the basement who could manipulate sound. She rammed her body into the door once or twice, but to no avail. All Kyoka had down there were dead bodies who reeked and brainwashed spirits who wouldn't help her. The young girl was tired of fighting, but she didn't want to give up. There was too much at stake above the ground.

The one masking her voice looked at her, his eyes saddened. "I'm sorry, but there's nothing I can do. Her influence is too strong; all I can control is my ability to speak."

Kyoka looked up at the spirit, who was laying on the ceiling and creating a barrier along the walls for the sound to be trapped in. She sat down feeling hopeless with tears in her eyes. "Dazai is up there, and he has no idea what she's about to do," she mumbled. "I have to tell him."

"I wish I could let you," said the spirit, almost crying with her. "I don't want to be under her control anymore. I'm sure your mother doesn't either. Right this second, 'Demon Snow is capturing Chuuya Nakahara,' whatever that means." The girl's eyes searched desperately for something to help her escape, but nothing was blunt enough to break the door or sharp enough to cut it. "Master also said that, 'Since Spirit Dazai's ability continues even after he breaks contact with someone, he'll be able to keep Chuuya out of his ability for about 2 months without touching him more than once.' I don't know what that means though."

"I know what it means, but I don't know how it could help me," said Kyoka, obviously upset. The girl let out a tired yawn and changed the subject. "Can you help me make a bed?"

"I cannot move my body. I can ask someone else for you, though."

Kyoka nods, and the spirit asks a different spirit to make her a bed. Thankfully, one of the many surrounding her complies and makes her a comfortable bed to sleep on. He turns out the lights, and Kyoka is finally able to sleep, oddly at peace with the spirits surrounding her. The only good thing about this situation was the fact that the ghosts didn't want to obey the orders given to them. Kyoka knew at some point one of them would rebel, and she hoped it was the one on the ceiling.

Sometime around 3:28 A.M., Chuuya Nakahara was thrown into the basement, observing a sleeping Kyoka.

He would be yelling had Kyoka not been asleep, but she was, so he didn't. He tried to use his ability, but that didn't work. The spirit Dazai had already gotten to him, which meant Chuuya wouldn't be able to use his ability for 2 months. Of course, Chuuya didn't know that's what happened, so he just sat in the corner of the room grumpily looking around for whatever was keeping him from using his ability. Leaning up against the wall, the orange-haired man allowed his eyes to shut. He knew there was nothing he could do either. Chuuya had no energy to exert on the big metal door that kept them captive or the cement walls and many many layers of dirt surrounding them in all directions.

While Chuuya and Kyoka were stuck in the basement, Atsushi and Mori were having a nightmare.

Atsushi's nightmare consisted of the burning down of his orphanage. He stood in the middle of the flames, a lighter and an accelerant in his hands, crying. The poor boy watched as everyone around him screamed for him to help them, but all he did was pour more accelerant on the bodies that surrounded him and watch everyone catch flame. In the midst of the flame, there was nothing but screaming children who have been set ablaze by the weretiger, who could no longer control himself.

For Mori, he had been aiding a lady with her baby. The child was deathly ill with a curse put on him by a witch and needed it to be burned out of him. Despite the strange feeling he got when grabbing the firewood, Mori continued to gather for the child's harsh ritual. Once it was set up, they burned the poor, screaming child. He had done nothing to stop the fire, and he watched the singular child burn up on the wood as the mother shrieked in terror.