High spirit | Dazai Osamu ff

Fly high

"Yee haw!"

She yelled at the top of her voice. The wind made her straight black hair gracefully whip behind her. She flew atop her ride as the seagull she sat on moved at full speed parallel to the ocean surface.  One could say this person looked like a goddess if it weren't the crass cacophony that left her mouth.

"Fly  higher for mama baby!" She yells. The bird lifts it's body to begin the climb. She holds on tight to it's neck so as not to be engulfed by the waters below.

She continues to enjoy the ride until she feels the bird getting tired.

"Oh! My little one is tired, is it? Just drop me by the harbour will you?". She requests softly, levitating herself off the Ave so that it does not carry her weight.

Once it drops her at the harbour, the bird looks at her in adoration. She chuckles as she returns to human size praising it for being strong. The bird felt accomplished as she bowed in gratitude for its services. She had been around for who knows how long, ever since it was a little chick she had been taking care of all the animal, birds and fishes around Yokohama. They were drawn to her like moths to a lightbulb, revered and loved as she was..she would still bow down every  time the little birdie gave her a joy ride.

"That's it for now, I'll be taking my leave...take care alright?" She gives a final wave and rises high into the sky. The seagull looked at her disappearing figure with disappointment.

SHE CAN FUCKING FLY ON HER OWN CAN'T SHE?

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She flew around  the city of Yokohama invisible to the human eye. She visited almost every nook and cranny of the city from time to time. She hovers over streets to see a boy in brown hat walking while eating candy. He talks to a ponytailed man who writes whatever is dictated into a notebook. In midst of writing, he slams into a metal pole on the street. The impact making quiet a few heads turn.

" So much for being in a detective agency." She deadpans. Lifting herself higher into the sky again , she directs her destination to the three high rise buildings the mafia called it's headquarters.

 She can see every office even from the tinted windows that adorn them. She start from the lowermost floors and sees a man with a bowl cut laughing maniacally over a few pieces of papers.

Then she sees a woman wielding a katana make graceful movements in her pink kimono..slashing  away at pieces of paper she must have thrown in the air beforehand. "Femme fatale much?" The person outside the window asks herself.

Nevertheless she flies higher alongside the building when she notices..a red head sneakily stashing away a few bottles of wine. Possibly hiding them from his conniving partner. Speaking of his partner...

" Where is that sadistic moron?" She asks herself exasperated. Her eyes scan the whole place but she does not feel his presence. She runs a hand through her silken hair. 

"Always has to cause me some or the other  inconvenience..that bastard." She mutters under her breath. She flies away from the mafia buildings. Searching the whole city for a single person was tiresome even for her. She was starting to get irritated, the skies began to cloud over the city. Until she noticed him. Sitting on the tetrapods near the coast line, staring into the distant horizon, with a sombre look on his face sat a man with bandages around his eyes, cheeks and the whole of his body.

"Bandaged hooligan detected." She says to herself , the clouds in the sky start clearing as she begins her descent towards him. But just as she is about to reach him she feels summons calling for her. Her face falls, she knows she can't ignore the summons. She takes in a deep breath so as to stop getting angry and in a blink of an eye disappears from the face of the earth.

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"I have been called sir?" A female voice echoes through the large halls. There was eerie white lighting coming from the walls. The huge poles that supported the heavy ceiling are draped in creame coloured clothing like in an ancient Greek palace. At one end of the room, there was a high chair, nothing like  a throne, just a simple  ebonywood chair with red coloured cushions. But it was placed on a high platform to signify it's importance.

Sitting on the chair was a chubby man with jolly air around him. He smiles at the new presence in the room. "Why of course, I wanted to check on how you were doing." He says with a deep voice, quite unsuitable to a person of his manner.

" It surely has been a long time." She agrees.

" How is your charge doing? " The seated man asks.

" Moronic as ever!" She starts complaining at once. " The way he is going now I am afraid he won't qualify for another century. His suicide attempts have only increased ever since he joined the mafia. And the worst thing is I feel helpless about this situation, I can't interact with him unless he qualifies or else I would have smacked him into another country by now." She seethes in annoyance.

" Are you that tired of your position Yoko San?" The man asks with a amused grin.

"It's been 500 years of gaurding the city sir. Of course Im tired." She says in a sad voice, her head dips down in resentment about the situation.

"I see." The man says thoughtfully. She takes it as her cue to leave. Her footsteps fade away and the man can see tha candor in her manner. He sighs in defeat.

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A/n: If it's not making any sense right now, don't worry, it will.

I hope

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