Twisting Fate -Mafia Dazai X Reader

1 - An Interupted Biology Class

It was just after lunch and You were sitting in Biology on those horrible chairs with no back - God they made your back ache !

Your eyes lazily drifted to the clock hanging precariously on the wall , someone should really fix that, huh. Yoy could imagine it plummeting onto some poor ,innocent students head when they enter the classroom, ready to learn but end up getting sent to the nurses office instead, sucks for them, you thought with a carefree smile. Now was not the time for worrying about little details like that.

It was summer outside, nice and warm, the birds were drifting on the breeze that was invisible to human eyes, taking life slowly step by step without a care in the world. They wouldnt have to pass a biology exam to succeed in life, wow lucky.

Realising you should probably pay attention to the teacher who was droning on about biotic and abiotic factors affecting organisms in an ecosystem, you tried to focus your wondering gaze on the back of her head. It was a dreadfully boring lesson and dancing rays of shimmering sunshine distracted your tired eyes as they flickered across your field of vision every now and then.

Gently swaying side to side, they were constantly being disrupted by the leaves of the heavy old oak tree just outside the window, it seemed quite out of place in the school ground- its shadow loomed over the lime green grass casting a much appreciated shade for sunstruck students.

A sigh escaped your lips, this was going to be a looooong lesson; the only sound was the teachers monotone voice and the occasional tapping of an irritated students pencil-no doubt they also wished for this lesson to end.

There was also the sound of someone on the floor below dropping a large pile of books , it echoed so loudly even the teacher took a pause.

A frown spread across her face and her brow furrowed , she was probably planning on scolding whoever was on hospitality duty for disrupting precious learning time of her students - any chance for expressing her disdain was much appreciated, thats just how Mrs Benson was.

UGhHhh , I cant take this any more.

Slowly, you reached under the desk and scooped up your tattered backpack, some idiot had spilled water on the floor and now it was all wet- well thats just great.

One more reason to hate this school and its moronic students.

Reaching one hand into the worn material of the bag, your hands searched around for the object they needed, something that would let you leave the lesson sooner than usual...

Ah! There it was.

You swiflty pulled out a toilet pass that happend to fall into your hands coincidentaly last week and raised your hand, this earned a passing glare from Mrs Benson who chose to ignore the stray limb sticking up in the air ,begging to be noticed, and carried on teaching her beloved biology lesson.

Wow guess I have to resort to more extreme measures.

Clearing your voice you spoke up.

'Excuse me? Can I please go to the bathroom Mrs, I have a toilet pass.'

Her head snapped around and the beady little eyes embedded behind her tiny spectacles focused in on you , like a hawk identifying its next victim. The effect was honestly pretty unnerving.

'If you must, young lady, but get back as soon as possible- this topic will be on next weeks assessment and I expect a perfect score from you!'

She said this with a slight scowl, displeased at yet another interuption to her teaching.

You slowly stood up , taking as much time in leaving your chair as possible ;scraping the floor with a high pitched screech which once again got a wince from Mrs Benson and a slight exhale of air from the other students- the highest form of praise in this dead lesson.

The cool metal handle of the navy blue door was welcoming in this sweltering heat, a small but welcome sensation.
Leisurely strolling to the bathroom , no wait. The bathroom below- thats itttt, anything to stretch out this sweet time of freedom. You decided to have some much needed fun.

Skipping down the stairs one by one ,each step made a deafening clap like thunder upon impact with your black school shoes ,but what did you care?
It was almost the end of the day on a Friday, nobody would bother dishing out a detention to some stray student at this point.
No teacher would dare stay behind and shorten their already work packed weekened.
No they would , at most, give you a disapproving and disappointed look but walk ahead choosing to let some other poor soul deal with the racket you were making.

Plus you could come up with some spontaneous excuse if questioned on the spot, your legs were cramped and it was well know that vigorous excerise was the best cure! Giggling to yourself at the stupid thought you slowed down to catch your breath.

Still absorbed in your genius of a response, you failed to notice the thunderous claps continued despite you no longer jumping. You were walking along the 1st floor corridor when it came to your attention something was off, the sound was becoming much louder as you approached the main stretch of hall and clumsily turned the corner, still dizzy from the jumping, the roar of ... fireworks ? Filled your eardrums.

What you saw next made the blood in your veins run cold and all blood left your face causing you to feel light headed. Your knees felt like someone had pulled the bones out of them and they could collapse any moment leaving you a crumpled heap of flesh on the floor.

They didnt ,however, and you stayed stood up, your knees firmly locked in position, though very shaky. Quite honestly you would have ran if only you werent frozen in fear.

A man, quite tall and dark haired, with a black trench coat stalked the corridor ahead .
His eyes were obscured by dark tendrils of hair but you could almost sense the anger radiating off of him like a powerful wave of fury , rolling off him in thick waves that could drag you down under if you werent careful or clung onto the nearest piece of cheap school furniture.

He had not seemed to notice you yet.

The fabric of his long coat fluttered with each brisk and determined step he took, despite his obvious anger his demeanour was calm and collected showing he had a definite purpose to fullfill at this decrepit school.
At the bottom most edges of it , a dark and recent splatter of some unknown liquid stained into the fabric; seeping into every fibre, some of it dared drip down onto the scratchy and scuffed floor as if the coat was soaked with it and could not hold anymore , choosing to spill the excess out than hold it in.

He was holding a gun and that liquid was blood.