The Mafioso's Runaway//Dazai X Reader

2. Potential

It was quite the melancholy evening, the rain trickling down the city lights with the moonlight with a small luster. Dazai came rushing into the bar, hoping that it might be empty and to his assumptions, it was. The door slammed open, revealing the young man with a loss of breathe. "My apologies, I understand that it's closing, but I believe the rai-," he stopped as he noticed that the worker that night was indeed (Y/N), the one woman he had a strange infatuation with. " No, no. It's alright," she replied kindly," I don't mind and you're an executive after all. My head would be gone if I refused to serve you."

"Nonsense!," the young man shouted," I don't mind, I only need shelter from the rain for a couple minutes." She nodded and placed down the glass that she was polishing. She pulled aside a stool and sat down in front of the brunette as he placed his coat down on another seat. The young bartender spoke," I was only prepping for tomorrow night, it might get a little busy. However, I don't mind mafia members stepping in and asking for a drink."

He reached over for her hand, as to which she complied. A light blush tinted her cheeks. " Say, (Y/N)," Dazai said staring at the gentle hand entangling with his own. She hummed in response. " I've never heard you complain about work, and since we're alone, I'm curious. How's the work day for you?" (Y/N)'s eyes looked up at Dazai and then back down at their hands shyly. " Well, in full honesty, a work day for me isn't that abnormal from what Odasaku has. We only carry out small things, almost like handymen." The mans eyes lit up in curiosity," It may be like Odasaku's schedule but tell me more, he's secretive about it anyways."

During their recent drinking nights, the three always talked about their days. Odasaku was relatively quiet, yet chose to keep his work day a secret. If he was brought up about his day, he'd answer broadly without any attention to detail. He never seemed to complain about it either.

The (E/C) eyed girl looked up in thought," It's a pretty normal day. I usually start my day in the afternoon, as I don't get much rest from working at the bar. It's a solid 12PM to 12AM kind of day. Often times, I get a text from an executive or other sort of higher rank in which they usually request me to do simple things such as disposing of bombs or calling off small threats to the company." Dazai looked up at her in awe," You get to dispose of bombs! Oh, (Y/N) my dear, I wish I had something that interesting!!! A perfect way to go out too."

(Y/N) rolled her eyes at his odd comment. " You usually don't?," she said. The brunette shook his head," Not usually. It's all overseeing threats and doing boring paperwork. The day only gets interesting when I'm set on a mission, which is... rare." The young woman giggled," Can't imagine that'd be as entertaining. However, that ability of yours works wonders, or so I've heard." Dazai shook his head again. " I don't consider it anything of interest, rather I'm anti-gifted. I can nullify other abilities, no matter now strong, just by a simple touch." (Y/N) nodded in understanding.

The scratched the back of her head," Well, mine isn't really useful unless I'm around water. Even that, it's a little hard to get the hang of." The man in front of her shook his head. " My my," he spoke," I don't believe you fully understand the full capability of your ability." The girl was confused," Eh? How so?". He replied," Well first of all, may you explain what your ability can do. Maybe demonstrate."

(Y/N) nodded and let go of his hand. She went to the back to full a bucket with water. Dazai observed with curiosity, a small smirk plastered on his face. Her hands moved in a circular motion, collecting the water in a ball with her hands.

" Ability: A Mourning Cry."

In the flash of a second, the ball of water turned to cold ice. She looked up at Dazai," See? That's the most it can really do." The held the circular ice in her hand, before she lit up. " Oh I'm sorry! That's not all I can really do."