Amethyst |Dazai x Reader

14. A game

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"-The Goethe Family."
A barrage of thoughts run through Dazai's mind as he flips through the document.

"A case of smuggling drugs inside the organs of people in an astounding number in the black market where the main perpetrator, John Leonstein, almost successfully framed the Goethe family to get back at them for past 'feuds'."  Dazai reads from the small note pinned on the document.

To be completely honest, this could mean absolutely nothing. This guy, John Leonstein, probably had similar beef with several other people. But, for some reason, this just created an uncomfortable feeling in Dazai's gut. As if this case did have something to do with the Goethe family.
However, he did have a slight tinge of guilt in his heart as (Y/N)'s smiling face of when she was with her father came across his mind.

Dazai sighs before tossing the document back into the pile with a troubled expression. Atsushi curiously looks at the brown haired male before tilting his head slightly in confusion.

"Dazai-san? Is something wrong?" He asks.

"No, no~ It's nothing~" Dazai hums in his usual cheery attitude while slowly walking towards the door.

"Um Dazai-san, I don't think Kunikida-san will be very happy if you leav— aaand he's gone." Atsushi sighs as he looks at the door Dazai shut behind him.

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"Hey-hey everyone! How's everyone's day going so far?" Dazai cheerily shouts while walking into a darker, much more shabbier road. The people sitting on the sidewalks look up at Dazai with sharp, glaring eyes.

"Huh? Who the fuck is this bitch?" One of the men gets up and threateningly walks towards Dazai.  Dazai smiles, looking around the alley. The man stealthily pulls out a knife from the back pocket of his pants before lunging towards Dazai with the knife pointed towards Dazai's neck.

The brown haired male swiftly grabs the man by his arm before flinging him to the ground, steadily pressing him down against the cold concrete street. The man groans in pain as Dazai tightens his grip on the man's arm, twisting it behind his back.

The rest of the people in the street cautiously eye Dazai while reaching for some sort of weapon; a rod, a plank of wood, anything that would aid them in bashing in the head of the strange man in bandages.
Cold wind blows past as a deathly silence envelops the area.

"Now, now, I'm not here to fight. I was just hoping that you nice people would co-operate with me in my work." Dazai breaks the silence by speaking in a calm yet stern voice.

"Don't screw with us!" One of the men shouts while swinging a metal rod at Dazai. The brown haired male dodges the rod easily and takes a few steps back.

"Ah~ I wish people would just listen when I ask nicely."

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"I cant believe I had to resort to violence.. even though I'm such a calm and peace loving man." Dazai sighs loud and dramatically.
"Okay! So, is anyone ready to talk?" Dazai says, looking over at the men lying on the ground while caressing his slightly bruised knuckles. He strides over to one of the men who was groaning in pain while leaning against a wall, along with many others who were passed on the ground with nasty bruises all over their face and body.

"W..who are you..?" The man croaks out as Dazai crouches down to look at the man at eye level.

"Who I am isn't the least of your worries. I want information and you're gonna give it to me." He says while smiling at the man who was breathing quite haggardly.

"And..what if I refuse..?" The man eyes Dazai suspiciously while straightening up slightly but groaning in pain immediately after.

Dazai slowly grabs the man by his collar, a sinister glint coming across his eyes.

"Oh~ I think you're mistaken. You see, you don't have the freedom of choice here."

-

"So the players have all started to make their move, huh?" A man with slicked back hair chuckles while being seated on a chair by a window.

"Players?" Another man, standing on the side, voices out confused.

"Ahh yes; Players~ players of this magnificent game of who will end up with the flower of Armageddon—"
          
    "I suppose it's about time we make our move as well."

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I haven't forgotten about this story my dudes skxjlanzkskss
Updates will be pretty slow until school wont be murdering my last remaining braincells :')

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