Skinny Love. !Dazai X Reader!

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This may contain some bad language. Please continue, or leave for your own sake if you cannot stand bad lanuage throughout the story. :')

Your father was the only doctor remaining in the mafia who worked under the last boss. He decided to fully commit to him even though the person who was able to rise to the throne was Ogai Mori.

That night when Ogai Mori caused the boss's death. Your father went to check up on his health. He was able to see Mori murder the boss with his own hands by slitting his throat. He was outraged, filled with angry.

All your father did was drink, and curse out at Mori for his evil actions.

"That son of a bitch. How could he fucking do this?" He threw the cup onto the floor, outraged. The cup broke into pieces just like your heart.

You hated the way his eyes were, he wasn't the loving father you once had. You understood his pain, the last boss accepted your father as his own son. He raised him, and loved him for him.

Everytime you looked at him, his eyes were filled with loneliness. The pain, vengeance, revenge, he wasn't the same anymore.

He would abuse you every day to release his anger.

"You really look like your mother, so beautiful. Those eyes. So calm. Too bad you were the reason you fucking killed her."

He laughed like a maniac. His hands running through his hair, putting his hand on your side of the face. He stumbled, grabbing your arm roughly. Every time he hurt you, it would hurt so much that you would keep crying. You would tremble, beg him to stop.

It was so traumatic. So traumatic.

When you were in your room, all you could do was just cry. Having your hands through your hair, sitting in the corner. You would clentch onto your hair tightly. Your mother died a few days after giving birth to you. She was beautiful. Her features were astonishing, her smile made people fall in love with her. She was so warm like a fire.

Your father dragged you through the hall, his hand gripping onto yours. "Dad, it hurts." He glared at you.

You felt a shiver run through your back. Those dark eyes, the baggy eye bags, and the cold tone.

"Well, isnt it Arata Saito." Mori grinned quite slightly. His eyes were light violet, he had a slim body that the clothes he wore was red with black, and mostly was a man who engulfs in the darkness.

Your father Arata took out his gun, pointing at him. You saw him trembling while Mori started raising his hands up in fright.

"Oh, I'm scared. Arata, where did you get that gun?" He slowly narrowed his eyes when a man in a black coat kicked the gun out of Arata's hand. He kicked your father in the stomach, making him fly into the wall. The young man caught the gun, pointing straight towards him.

Arata grunted in pain, when you ran in front of your father.

"Please dont shoot! He's my father." You were trembling, you were just a mere 15 year old. The boy tilted his head. He was wearing bandages while his black hair covered his eyes. Mori got up, walking towards you. He put one of his fingers on your chin, lifting your head up.

"You're quite the beauty. Dont you think so Dazai?" He chuckled. Dazai slowly lifted his head up, staring at you. His eyes were the same as your father's. The sad, lonely, mysterious, tragic eyes. Your eyes widened with fear.

Your father got up, stumbling. "You killed the last boss, didn't you Mori? To take the throne of the mafia?" Mori stared at your father.

"Yes, yes. You're exactly right. Congratulations Arata." He smiled, his eyes were filled with rage. Even though, he kept his simple, calm position.

"Dazai, you know what to do. When you're done. Take the girl to the nurse office. She will officially take her father's position. Be her friend wont you?" Mori walked back to his desk, sitting down in his comfortable chair.

Dazai shot three bullets towards your direction without hesitating until, your father got in front of you.

The bullets pierced into his own body. Your eyes widened with terror, until Dazai continued to aim at your father. All of the bullets hit him as he simply fell onto the floor. Arata looked at you, his eyes were quite sadden, and mostly your father gave you one last sad smile before his death.

The young man simply dropped the gun on the floor. He stood there watching your father die in front of you. His face was expressionless. Simply, nothing.

Falling onto the floor. You kept screaming, clenching onto your hair.

"It seems she has some traumatic experiences from her father. That's too bad." Mori cooed. Dazai picked you up, putting you over his shoulder while you kept screaming out of your lungs.

"F-father. F-father." Tears started dropping down your face. You tried reaching for his body when you kept getting farther away.

Dazai put you on the bed, staring at you. He slapped you across the face with his hand. The slap burned your skin while you started crying even harder.

"Your father is dead. Why are you even crying if you didn't even try to defend him? Sigh, he's so lucky to die." His eyes sparkled thinking about death. He coughed a bit. "Sorry."

Not looking at the young man, you were in quite a shock. Your brain couldn't process the events. You were wearing a white shirt whereas it became wet from your own salty tears. He was able notice something, lifting his eye brow up. Dazai moved one of your sleeves up, seeing bruises. He started investigating your body features. Your legs, your arms, and your back.

He took the advantage of you being shock when he realized.

"Her traumatic experiences are her father abusing her. Mori was right." He put his hand on his chin.

He slowly sighed. Dazai embraced your fragile body while wiping your tears.

❝ There are tons of unhappy people. Going through difficult situations. Everyone in their life time will become unhappy, will become depressed, and mostly will get hurt from someone they love. You can be unhappy for now, you can cry. Do the things you need to get over the situation once your done become strong. Move on. Dont sit there, and do nothing. I consider myself unhappy. Even if I live in unhappiness, I still moved on.❞

Dazai wiped your tears with his hands that you clenched onto his shirt even tighter. His eyes widened a bit to see you're actually processing.

"Will you stay with me from now on?"

Snot was running down your nose, your eyes were red, and mostly you wouldn't let this random man go. Dazai chuckled. He slowly grabbed a napkin, wiping your snot with it.

The sunlight was shining through the window as it hit the side of your face. Dazai stared at your perfect features. Her sweet, but sad eyes. The way she tries to smile even when she's in pain. Her small hands clentching onto my back.

❝ Will you be my salvation then? ❞

Dazai looked at you. You chuckled a bit.

❝ Two souls.

Are sometimes
created together

And in love

Before they are even

Born. ❞