oneshots // bsd

dazai

you looked at the gun in your hand before looking back up at the man in front of you. he didn't tell you his name, and you weren't expecting him to, and he was fairly nondescript. plain clothes, pale skin, noir hair and sinister purple eyes. "using my ability would be easier."

"oh, that's not going to work on him." he nodded towards the file. "i suggest you do your homework."

you knew better than to ask why. you knew better than to ask questions, but that didn't mean you didn't have any. gulping down the rest of your champagne, you opened the file as the waiter refilled your glass. you looked at the photo; a man, twenty, with handsome features looked back at you. beautiful brown eyes and wavy brown hair but the most striking thing about his appearance was his bandages around his neck and arms.

"he was mafia."

you looked up at the man opposite. "was?" the man nodded. it was going to be difficult to track him down, in that case, because he would likely be hiding. "i see." you paid the cheque, collecting your things. "i'll be in contact."

a week or so passed and you managed to track him down. he was freeloading in a house owned by a governmental figure. the house from the outside looked plain, but looking closer and you noticed the cctv, unable to find an effective blind spot to break in. you kissed your teeth, walking away. if you can't break in, you'll just have to walk through the front door, it seemed.

you went back after a day, dressed as maintenance worker, and knocked on the door. the man opened the door, blinking curiously. "i'm here to check your boiler?" he smiled welcomingly before moving aside. "care to show me the way?"

"of course!" his voice was a chirpy baritone as he led you through the house.

you knew. you knew he was watching you, that he didn't really think you were a worker, as you fiddled with the boiler, letting monoxide slip into the atmosphere. it was unsettlingly quiet as his eyes tracked even your most minute movement.

"can't you be a little more original?" he asked, and his voice startled you.

"what do you mean?" you glanced back at him noticing how close he was to you. "sir, please—"

"oh come on, you think i wouldn't have noticed?" he plugged the boiler back up. "maybe if was someone else—"

you elbowed him in the stomach, making him double over, before knocking him back. he dodged your next kick to his stomach, rolling away and throwing a saucer at you. you ducked and it shattered on the cabinets behind you as you lurched forward, grabbing him by the neck and pinning him agains his fridge.

you felt his pulse beat against your fingertips and you tightened your grip, making him choke out a laugh. "my my, someone ordered a hit on me? i'm honoured!" your eyes scanned the kitchen, looking for a easily accessible knife, or a heavy object. "who is it?" there was nothing you could find. "oh come on, i like your voice can you say something?"

you kissed your teeth, throwing him to the ground and holding him there with a foot to his neck. "you talk too much."

"perhaps! but i like the sound of my voice. don't you?" you started looking through the drawers, finding a kitchen knife.

"then perhaps i should start by slicing your voice box?" you took a seat on his stomach, glaring down at him.

"oh but you won't." you scoffed, raising the knife. "my dear [name], you really thought i didn't see you scouring around?" you ignored his taunts, dragging the knife down his throat. "you can't kill me."

sudden police sirens filled your ears. oh. you laughed, grabbing the front of his shirt. "oh, i can kill you." but you won't. the house was surrounded, from the sounds of it. the man's lips just pulled into a smirk.

"i'm dazai. dazai osamu."

you pushed him back down, standing up. "well, you forget dazai, humans stop breathing."

"and you're here to take my breath away?" he joked as you began making your way out.

"i'll see you around, dazai."