Timeless

Chapter 14

3rd Person POV

In the distance, Dazai watched you. Smirking at the image that seemed to be plastered on his mind. Her bright eyes changing to the dull ones that she always had on when it came to violence. He knew there was a high chance these eyes weren't manifested from just the rural areas that she claimed on her recruitment form from Port Mafia. He believed that there was almost no way. But then he remembered about himself. He was from the rural areas. He was knew he was dangerous, a sociopath. Almost. He wasn't sure why but considering what traits of a sociopath had, he didn't have them all. Glibness and superficial charm. Manipulative and cunning nature. Grandiose sense of self. Pathological lying. Lack of remorse, shame or guilt. Shallow emotions. Need for stimulation. Callousness and or lack of empathy. Juvenile delinquency. Parasitic lifestyle. There were tons more that he could name. But yet. There were a few he knew that didn't have.

Incapacity for love.

What was love? He didn't know. That word wasn't in his dictionary. Love, was supposedly a very strong feeling of affection towards someone who you are romantically or sexually attracted to. You say that you love someone when their happiness is very important to you, so that you behave in a kind and caring way towards them. He wasn't sure at 1st. This tingling feeling that seemed to battering him over and over again. Making him go lucid and drunk on the strange feeling. It was like he was drugged and going through the motions of what drug was giving him. It would be addicting, the tiniest of tastes drove him mad to the point of insanity. It was like he was going to die any moment now. But it wasn't suicide that mean him feel crazy and arouse. He didn't understand. He wanted death—to die so much. So why wasn't that the reason he would feel lucid for? Why did he feel so entitled to the girl that caught his attention?

He turned to the ginger who was grinning. The 2 of them acted so natural together. Teasing yet trusting. But why her? She only knew him less than a day. The dog hated Port Mafia, she was Port Mafia yet. The 2 of them had great synergy.

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"Ah, Dazai-kun, 1 moment before you leave." Mori said to the brunette. "Chuuya-kun, can you wait outside. It won't take long."

With a quick grunt followed by an 'alright', Chuuya left Dazai and Mori alone. Mori smirked, still standing beside his patient. Dazai eyed the man with confusion. What did he need?

With that, the man walk towards his desk, bending over it and going into 1 of the drawers. There was some time before the man walked towards the boy. He held a vial of misty liquid. The boy eyed him strangely.

"As promise, I have created your drink as I promised." Mori said, dangling the vial in his grasp. His eyes glowed in delight when he saw the surprised expression Dazai had on his face. He stretched his hand out, finger coiling the air around the tube. Soon his face turned into discomfort. Dazai wanted it but at the same time couldn't take it. Why? It was like invisible chains latched onto him, pulling the boy's hand back from the vial. Each finger unable to wrap around the object of death. An uncontrollable force that was stopping him. "Now take it"

"Huh...?" Dazai whispered. His voice was soft and eerie. His voice seemed to crack. He wasn't sure why it did. He questioned it too. "I can't seem to—What did you do to me, Mori-san?"

"Nothing." Mori said, smiling at the boy's reaction. He changed. He normally didn't see Dazai expression emotion a lot, that this way a new change for him. He enjoyed the boy acting like this and wanted more. "From my eyes, it seems like you are restraining yourself. Perhaps you actually want to live?"

"Me? Living? Don't joke with me Mori-san" Dazai screamed at the man. His eyes widened. Why did he feel so emotional right there? "I, the suicidal kid, who just wanted to die peaceful without pain. Ridiculous! I—I...!"