Twisting Fate -Mafia Dazai X Reader

4 - The Unwelcome Intruder Returns

Stirring on the brink of consciousness you were fully awoken by a high pitched chilidish giggle. Groggily, you opened your  eyes to find the source of the unexpected noise.

Out of all the people who worked in the mafia you did not expect to see a little blonde girl, her small head resting placidly on her forearms as she leant on your neatly made bed.

Your bed?

You sat up so abruptly the small girl almost toppled over, helping her up whilst remaining seated you mumbled an apology- the room around you was dark as the curtains were firmly drawn together, not a sliver of light managed to creep through so the room was in near to total darkness. It was spacious in here and very clean, you could see that much- the little girl tilted her head.

'Do you know where you are?' She asked sweetly , feigning concern.

"A-am  I in the port mafia headquarters?"

"Well you have that right. Rintarou sent me to check up on you. Im gonna go since your not up for playing - you seem tired.' The young girl explained whilst skipping over to the dark wooden door.

What the hell , who even is she and who is Rintarou?? Heck ,who even let her enter in the first place?

"W-wait! Who are you?"

Her blonde head paused at the doors exit as she took a second to figure out how to reply, light flooded in from the hallway so she was just a solid black silhouette against an incandescent background. One swift turn of the head and golden tufts of hair flew behind her , sparkling slightly as they caught the yellow light outside.

She smiled a knowing smile.

"Thats a secret, but my name is Elise"

With that she closed the heavy wooden door - the slam of it reverberated through the walls and rang inside your head but it soon ceased and a heavy silence cloaked the room once more.

Slowly, you pulled back the foreign bedcovers - these were so different from the ones back home.

Thinking of home stirred a deep guilt within the depths of your soul despite it not being your fault for getting kidnapped. 

Dammit I should have just stayed in that dratted biology class.

What, and ended up dead?

Whos to say I won't die now though?

Oh come on ,that Mori guy seems pretty invested in you -for now...

Silently, you stood up and tiptoed over to the heavy curtains ,drawing them apart in one rough motion. Flinching from the blinding light spilling out, you were momentarily blinded before dismay clouded your features - the girl hadnt lied. You were atop one of the mafias 3 towers, definitely not as high up as Moris office but nowhere near the ground either. Though the view was just as breathtaking and the sun was even lower as though it wanted to sink into the horizon after a hard day at work, you didnt exactly want to be here. This was a sort of prison for you after all and who knows what fate awaited you here.

I need to find a way to escape this place.

Looking down for the first time you studied your new clothes, a long and simple black dress to the knees with bell sleeves. It fitted you pretty well though not exactly but it was a nice not to wake up in your sweaty school uniform.

WAIT
Who changed my clothes???

Whilst you were screaming internally, a sharp knock sounded at your door - whoever it was didnt wait for your reply as soon after the door swung open and in came the man whos face you knew too well. He clearly wasnt expecting to find you red as a beetroot , that was evident from the quizzical look he gave you.

'Uh, you alright there (y/n)?' He asked, one eyebrow raised and a hint of amusement haunted his features.

Scrambling to compose yourself you straightened up and walked towards him with confidence you didnt have. You had seen this guy kill people for goodness sake.

"Whats the point of knocking if your going to come in anyway? Plus how do you know my name!"
you demanded , managing to keep your voice from cracking.

"Im not sure if you've noticed but this is the mafia, darling. We know a lot of things."
Dazai crossed his arms and leaned back against the sleek, polished wood. "Do you like the dress? It was a pain putting it on you when you were practically a sleeping log."

At this your face turned an even deeper crimson, who would have thought that was possible,  you looked down in embarrassment and clenched the smooth fabric of your dress.

Dazais mouth turned up into a smirk at your flustered state, whether what he said was true or not (unfortunately it was ) he sure knew how to get a reaction from you.

"Anyway, the boss has decided to formally welcome you to the port mafia - hes planned a little interogation for you."
Dazai sighed and closed his eyes, tilting his head to the side as though he was exhausted from the days events.
"Not how I would personally do things but hes pretty eager to put your ability to use".
At this last sentence he lifted his eyelids slightly to take a glimpse and see how you would process this revelation.

My ... ability?

Your face blanched all of a sudden, the blood from it drained making you look disturbingly similar to the dead bodies littering your school.
The knot in your stomach you had grown accustomed to returned with a renewed vigour, squeezing at your insides like they were squishy childrens toy.

'But...but how?' You asked weakly, unable to meet the brunettes intense, burning gaze.

Without answering you, Dazai simply took a hold of your elbow and dragged you out 'your' room and down the well furnished corridor.
Not daring to further nag , you remained silent and could only guess where he was taking you.

He mentioned something about an interrogation,  they wouldn't torture me would they?!
This is the mafia , theres no telling what they can or cant do...
Oh God im gonna have to tell them about my ability sooner or later ,if I want to live , to see my family again.
They are probably sick with worry at this point, I need to figure out a means of escape as soon as possible.

Your gaze darted up to study the back of Dazais head, dark brown curls of hair swayed with every brisk step he took.

That is not going to be easy, considering the circumstances.

Finally coming to a standstill after what felt like a solid half hour of walking through a haunted mansion - seriously this place was full of security - they stood immovable like metal suits of armour. It gave you the creeps.

Finally you arrived at what seemed to be one of the basement rooms in this wretched place.

Dazai let go of your elbow, letting it drop to your side. It felt cold now when he was not holding it and you felt yourself missing the somewhat comforting sensation, at least you felt safer walking with him than going alone - the thought of being interrogated in God knows what way by some cruel stranger behind this very door had your hairs standing on end. He lifted his arm and knocked effortlessly, a muffled cough was heard on the other side and then clicking of footsteps as someone approached to let you in.

You held your breath in terrified anticipation ,expecting some kind of monster to throw open the door and clutch you with razor blade claws only to swallow you in one fat gulp - like some little childs nightmare.

Unfortunately you wouldnt be as lucky - Akutgawa opened the door.