It has been one week since you last saw Akutagawa. In that one week, Dazai almost had you sent to the hospital again after he had been given a job of catching the people who had recently robbed a store, one of them supposedly having an ability. You had insisted you come along, hoping it was the Port Mafia but later realizing to your disappointment that the crime was too petty for them.
When you and Dazai carefully entered the store robbed for clues, you had noticed a beeping sound so quiet, you weren't surprised no one else had heard it. You froze in place, and the moment Dazai got a look at you, his heart sank as he realized what you were reacting to.
A bomb.
The closer you got to the sound, the more it seemed to take over all your senses, and time seemed to slow down.
•••
"How is she?!"
"Still breathing, idiot. If we get her to your doctor-"
"She isn't in the city right now."
"Then I'll take her to the Port Mafia."
"No!"
•••
Your head started to pound, pain reaching every nerve ending as if it were recalling a sensation traced by your nerves endlessly. The beeping and the red light of the bomb disorients you, heart beating fast, like you were running, and nausea coming over you.
•••
"Dazai, Akutagawa took her."
The voices are further away than the siren's wails in the distance, red and blue light spinning and illuminating every blur.
"She won't live in the Port Mafia. He knows that...don't you?"
Silence.
A steady pace on the ground, like soft drums.
Ringing, like a never ending hit of the triangle instrument.
Sounds washed away your worries, your thoughts. Your consciousness asleep.
•••
A tsunami of unpleasant emotions rushed through you, your subconsciousness fighting to wake you up, to move you away from the danger.
It was too overwhelming.
It's going to crash on me...just like last time..!
Help me...
•••
Other than the voices that would visit you, there was a constant heartbeat coming from a monitor.
Every tick unwavering, strong although playing with death.
Almost like...
A bomb.
The sound forever playing like a song on repeat, the beeping lulls you into a deeper sleep, every ounce of who you were seemingly turning to crisps of memory buried deep.
•••
"[f/n]!"
Dazai's strong grip pulled you out of your head, forcing you to look at the brunette in the eye.
"Listen to me. You're ok. But we both won't be and neither will anyone on the block if we don't stop the bomb. We have about 5 minutes left. Someone in here has the bomb's remote control. I think they're using it as a distraction to trying to keep everyone out while they keep stealing....I'm just not sure how far they're willing to go. Go. Find them. I'll work on the rest."
After that, Dazai forced you to get moving, and you spent 3 minutes carefully walking around the store, keeping watch, until you found the man with the remote.
Adrenaline rushed through you as you let your instincts take over, surprising the man with a sharp hit to the jaw. Immediately, the man activated his ability, a sort of magnetic field increasing in strength around him, anything of metallic resemblance pulling towards him, items just barely missing your head.
Trying to land more hits, reaching for the remote, and bracing hard hits yourself, you decide to use your ability and ask him a question as simple as who he is. Without knowledge of your ability, the man responds with a cocky grin.
An irrelevant answer.
You smirk softly as the pale green glow of your ability shines in both your eyes and the criminal's.
In a Grove
Distorting people's minds, something you did almost on par with Dazai, gave you a sense of power you had left behind in the coma.
Whispering lies to create a new reality in the man's mind, you quickly press the button on the small remote to stop the bomb, estimating a little less than a minute left on the bomb.
The ticking never stopped.
Dazai pokes his head out from out of the corner where the bomb had been placed, and gives you a childish smile.
"We only have a few seconds left before we blow up...so on to plan B! I'll cut all the wires and hope the one that cuts first is the one to deactivate it! Like a Russian roulette!"
Your eyes widen and you run towards Dazai, yelling at him not to, to get out.
The 22 year old just laughs, showing in his hand a blue wire already dismantled.
"I'm just joking. I already did that!"
Damn it Dazai...
Even as your heart rate slowed down, and the police rushed to catch the thief, who thanks to you was in no condition to put on a second show, you couldn't help to look at the events that day and thank the suicidal maniac for reminding you who you were, and what you are capable of.
•••
Now, on the stairs of the Port Mafia, you stand with a loose black dress down to your knees, your hair tied back, and the dark grey over coat you had found in your closet weeks ago on you, holding your calico handgun safely in a pocket.
After the stunt with Dazai, you had grown some more confidence, and decided to look for Akutagawa yourself and demand to talk to him, to properly try to untangle all the knots in your mind of memories begging to be spoken of.
You were standing in front of the mafia now as an ex member, as Akutagawa's ex partner, and a traitor to the dog-like loyalty exceeded by the Port Mafia.
You wanted to face the past head on.
Thank you, Dazai.
I'm sorry Atsushi...Kyouka.
I have to do this.
"[f/n]? What a wonderful surprise!"
Pain erupts at your leg, making you stumble.
You don't fight it.
I made a promise I intend to keep.
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Oblivion • Akutagawa x Reader
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