The Mafioso's Runaway//Dazai X Reader

9. Scars

FYI: VERY LONG CHAPTER

(TW: BLOOD/MENTIONS OF SELF-HARM/ABUSE)
I'd like to mention that I DO NOT condone any of these things, it is purely for the story. I've been working really hard on this chapter, please don't take this seriously though. IT IS PURELY FOR THE STORY. If these things trigger something, I strongly suggest that you click away. There's nothing wrong with being triggered by these things, I understand if you need to click away.

Just know, that you are not alone.
There are people out here to love and accept you.
My inbox is always open.

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Bandages adorned her neck and chest, being slightly shown by her dress shirt a little unbuttoned. The bar was empty, leaving the two to express their love in silence. Dazai's arms wrapped around her waist, his head on her thighs, as (Y/N)'s hands traveled to his hair. She played with his locks, making the man relax into her embrace.

It'd been two days after her first mission, and she'd just been released from the infirmary. They'd bandaged her up, but she was still weak, making her stay in a hospital bed to stare out the window. Once she was released, she grabbed the keys to the bar and invited Dazai over, leaving it to themselves.

" Dazai...," she whispered loud enough for him to hear," Are you falling asleep?" The man shook his head and looked up at her," No Love, I was just missing your embrace." She chuckled lightly, moving her hands to his hair once again, her thumb caressing the bandage on his eye. " I have bandages like you.," she joked," We can be a mummy couple."

Dazai chuckled at her joke," Belladonna, I don't want bandages on you. You're better without them." She nodded, a comfortable silence falling on the two of them. She pulled his bangs out of his face, placing a kiss on his forehead. " Belladonna?," her kiss caught his curiousity. The girl sighed," I owe you an explanation, Dazai. I can't keep covering up my past like this to you, I need to come clean and if it's you, I'm ok to tell you."

The man looked up at her, and held her hand in his staring at it," My ear are open, belladonna." (Y/N) hummed in response.
A story to be revealed...

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" You ungrateful bitch!," her mother screamed," You're a spawn of satan. You think that ability of yours is a gift. It's far from it, just look at yourself you freak."

This was (Y/N)'s mother, an abusive and mentally ill woman. Her husband was a deadbeat father and vanished without a trace once (Y/N) was born. The father of (Y/N) ran off with another woman, and sent fat wads of money so then her mother wouldn't speak of (Y/N) to him.

When she was left all alone with her daughter, she'd grown regretful and angry. She saw her child as a burden, saying that her ability was monstrous.

Her mother's voice sounded demonic almost," I'll take those stupid hands on yours burn them!!! I'll burn them." The woman dragged (Y/N), at age 8 to a pot of boiling water. She forced her daughters hands into the water, making the poor girl scream in pain. " You're a demon.," her mother said," A demon, you hear me?!"

" M-mom, please! It hurts!," the young girl pleaded, tears falling from her eyes. Out of desperation, the girl turned the boiling water to a colder temperature, giving her some sense of relief. She stared at her hands, bruised and bloodied. Sure, she could do something about it, but if she decided to, she'd get hit.

She was dragged by the collar to the door of her room. Her mother's voice trailed in her ears," Once you set foot in school, do not speak of this! If it wasn't for your father making me take care of you under this house, I'd throw you in the orphanage with everyone else!!!"