The Mafioso's Runaway//Dazai X Reader

24. I'd Rather Watch It Fall Apart

After Dazai and I separated, I went to go visit a small firm by the coast. It was the place that Ango used to work at in his earlier years as an intelligence agent. Once I'd arrived to the office, I told them why I came. The guard and administrator beamed as they escorted me to the back. The mafia's not all guns, knives and explosives, these people are necessary too. " Thank you very much. This is such a lovely space.," I thanked the administrator as he slid a tray of tea my way," I should be asked to transferred here." He started to chuckle," Every newbie says that when they come in here, but they run out screaming after three days." He silently closed the sliding door, leaving me with my thoughts.

A lot of the information in this room were accounts of dirty money that the mafia bought out illegally. A lot of these documents were old, the administrator told me. This is where Ango worked around three years ago as an assistant. I sat behind the desk, feeling mentally exhausted while scrolling through misinformation. There was a lot of information that bothered me. Two years ago, Ango went on a trip to Europe for business to close a deal with a local car broker for two months. During that time, he cut off communication for unknown reasons. However, I'd assumed that was when he met up with Mimic, acting as a double agent. He seemed to be trusted between both organizations until they eventually clashed.

That's what made me uneasy. I closed the file and placed it on the desk to take a mental breather. My mind traveled to the time when we first met. That one day, what did he say to me all those years ago...?

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" Could you please not step any closer? You reek."

He wasn't wrong at all. We did in fact smell horrible of blood, sewege, and metal. It was the middle of the Dragon Head Conflict at the time. Dazai and I got orders from above to take care of the deceased in the Port Mafia. We were told to take pictures to identify the bodies, as well as store their possessions: pictures, cigarettes, weapons, etc. We were told to bring them to this man. He'd been working in that same room filled with files.

Ango Sakaguchi.

" Place their possessions on my desk and then get back. Don't open your mouths unless I ask you to."

I did as he asked and took a couple steps back. However, Dazai had other plans. " you're the new guy, right?," he said, taking a couple steps forward. " You reek!!!," Ango shouted out, pressing himself against the edge of his seat. Dazai ignored his requests and continued to take a couple steps towards him. " Hm... Tell us your name rookie!" Ango hesitated, trying to avoid Dazai's gaze," Ango... Sakaguchi." The younger boy let out a laugh," You're quite interesting Ango!"

" What do you mean by that?," he asked hesitantly. Dazai lifted up the paper that Ango was writing on. " These are accounts of those who died right," he waved the paper in front of Ango's face," You know, the boss might not be happy about this. It could be considered useless to him." " I already talked to the boss," Ango interrupted," I was able to convince him. These possessions and these words aren't just small things. It's their breathe." " Fascinating isn't it, Odasaku?," he looked back at me," There's no one else like this in the mafia. I just want to read them all!"

I nodded in reply," Name us your price. I'll buy them off of you." " Hey! They're not for sale!!! Also, get back you!," Ango shouted again, this time at both of us," You smell like rotten tsukudani."

" C'mon, what's a little rotten simmered fish between us? Besides, it goes great with sake."
" Really? I never knew."
" Oi! Don't spread such misinformation!!! It tastes disgusting."

" I could really go for a drink right now.," I muttered out. " Great idea, Odasaku!," Dazai chuckled," I have an idea. Let's hug him on each side so that he can stop being so busy and come and drink with us!" I pulled my hands out of my pockets," Good idea."