𝐊𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐀 | mafia! d. osamu x reader

𝘊𝘏𝘈𝘗𝘛𝘌𝘙 𝘛𝘞𝘖

What can be done?

Nothing can be done,

except if you want to stare blankly into the world and scream at it in a thousand silences about how amazing and very "immeasurable" blows of emptiness it stabbed insistently at humans.

Sucks.

Disturbing.

Peeve.

Blank.

Damn, this emptiness eats up all the contents of my soul to its most buried roots.

This aura of emptiness really stings like a house full of warmth that never goes out. And when the warmth finally faded, the emptiness burst into all parts of the house. The dark experience at the house also choked the inner space of this feelings strongly.

The scope where all the feelings that I want to feel and absorb are eaten alive by that emptiness.

A few word chains for harsh words that I want to hit will not be enough to make it have an interest in changing all of this. And I'm really ... upset about that.

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I looked at my whiskey glass while playing with the ice cubes in it. The reddish-brown haired man sitting next to me at the bartender's table noticed my unusual behavior and asked, "You're not as usual, what's wrong?"

I took a deep breath, lazily replied, "I'm bored. Since yesterday, boss just kept giving me the same homework. Nothing challenging at all. There is no suitable place for me to make the object of my suicide." The man that I called Odasaku turned his eyes to me after hearing my complaint.

"Hey, Odasaku. Do you have any recommendation for the best place to commit suicide?" I paused for a few moments, then asked him with my usual radiant smile. Expecting a satisfying answer from him.

The one who was asked could only look at me meaningfully. From his gaze alone, I learned that he was so used to me that I was bluntly spontaneously talking about my suicide plans or in painful reality can be said as; a dream that unfortunately never came true. Shit.

"Ah, or the most classy method of suicide? Any suggestion?"

"I don't know. I can't think of a great suicidal advice and method for you now."

I made a wry smile at the response of the man sitting beside me. Again with the same answer. Sometimes I wonder if he doesn't even think of a thought that wants to eliminate himself from this world.

While Odasaku drank his whiskey glass again, I pressed my face against the wooden table with a cushion that was slippery enough to make someone walking on it fall to the ground immediately.

In the mind of this young man. You will find him returning to think, about the implied meaning of what is most important for the sake of walking back on the ground where he stepped on each step bitterly sweetness of this boring sheet of life brought him forward and back irregularly.

Are you amazed at the contents of this young man's thoughts? I myself would not be surprised if it was me.

All right, how about now I close my eyes for a few moments? Let me feel a second of calm in this vicious circle.

Flowing profusely in my veins. This sensation permeated the arteries in my body quickly. It hurts when that feelings enters, but feels peaceful when it has settled in it.

Let's settle in this mafioso artery, make him feels calm and fully filled from the flesh to his bones, don't be a winter wind for him who just passes by and makes him freeze.

It may be that from the black hole where the reigning emptiness of reasoning this young man will be filled with a new opportunity to find out ... what kind of reason did the universe design for him to exist in this such a world.

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Too fast. It's too early to finish new homework. Should I just walk around here a little?

Since it's curfew, I can roam here openly. This road looks very dead without any living beings crossing it and makes the crowd on this street feel alive and crowded. The difference in this current situation is, even though this place is quiet without any signs of life. I felt the cold and musty air, like a new emptiness returning to seep into my body.

Again the pain entered slowly into me, slowly but surely stabbing regularly as planned by nature into my ribs. Even though I was wearing a black trench coat that reached below my knee which was the boss's gift when I first joined the Port Mafia, it still felt frozen at night at 3 o'clock in this morning stabbing into my pores.

I looked around the streets around me, who knows what evil possessed me had made me look for something strange was accompanying me at night that pierced this bone.

Vaguely listening to a pool of blood that falls on the ground may be a less common experience for most people. Except me.

The most plausible and predictable scenario from this unusual experience is approaching the cause of this pungent odor. And get acquainted with him. Looks like there is an opportunity it seems like we have a lot in common.

Arriving at the scene, I saw a teenage girl my age clutching sharp thorns from a bouquet of yellow roses. Her blood poured out from her hands. Fortunately for her, I was the eyewitness to this little fad. If someone else saw it, maybe that person wouldn't even want to be friends with this girl.

And it seems like in this house I'm the only one who is very willing to be her friend. I have came for you, my new prospective friend.

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[ a/n ] : i've worked for 5 days to write this chapter and the results made me confused whether i liked it or not. maybe both?

a few reminders, although it's a bit too late tho: i'm sorry i've forgot to say from the beginning that this chapter has the potential to leave bloody content in it, especially the next chapter- nah nah jk.......unless?

last but not least, lemme shower you guys who reading my stories with a lot of love. i love y'all and i hope you're enjoy this story ꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡

( n. also my writings still sucks
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see you again in the next chapter ! ♡