𝒮𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓎 𝑒𝓃𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈
𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧?
When Dazai ascends to a Boss of Port Mafia, he is targeted by many for numerous reasons. Revenge, power...
I strained opened my eyes, the sight of a familiar pair of ocean eyes landing on me. My partner and right-hand man, Nakahara Chuuya, was waking me up, his eyes filled with both gentleness and worry, but also with anger and annoyance. He flicked my forehead, earning a whimper from me as I whined, "Chuu~ Ya~ what was that for!"
"For sleeping while you're supposed doing paperwork obviously shitty bandage wasting device!" He retorted, slamming a gloved hand onto the wooden table.
"But paperwork is boring~ " I whined, pulling the end of his shirt. He groaned as he tried to pry my hand away, but soon gave up and stood nearby, guarding me as usual.
"You're boring but I still care about you..." He muttered, just loud enough for me to hear. I chuckled and continued doing my work, occasionally drinking my who-knows-what cup of coffee and popping a few cigarettes in my mouth. I could tell that Chuuya was worried about my degrading health. After all, I wasn't looking too great. Black eye bags, tired eyes, constant coughing, fainting often, not eating and barely drinking. It was only normal Chuuya was worried.
A knock was heard on the door after a few hours of silence, the only conversations being my teases at Chuuya and Chuuya getting all mad about it. The person outside the door then identifies themselves, Atsushi, the White Reaper of Port Mafia, the one that I saved from a run-down orphanage. I allowed him in despite the argument that Chuuya warned, "Meeting you is the exception of the exceptions!" Yes, yes Chuuya I know you care about me and all but it's Atsushi, I can trust him. I answered he stormed off of course, but he would come back sooner or later.
"Dazai-san." The whitehead greeted, his purple and golden eyes sharp and attentive as he spoke. I smiled, knowing that he completed the recent Mission well. I looked through the files, then grinned as I found one that he would surely do well. I gently tossed the file at him, "Kill the people at the dock. Leave none alive. Take Kyouka if you must." He nodded and left. The White Reaper of Port Mafia, out of the 157 missions of assassinations and murders, he only failed once. A true asset to Port Mafia along with his partner of Kyouka Izumi.
Making sure no one was free, I made my way up to the top of the Port Mafia Headquarters, the soft wind grazed my face, the fresh air filled my lungs. I stepped on the edge. Finally, the moment I've been waiting for, for death to embrace me. With that, I leapt off the edge, falling off the place I grew up in. Soon, it'll all be over.
