The Mafioso's Runaway//Dazai X Reader

25. Wake Up, Suicidal Boy, Your Hand Is Not Ill-Willed

Evening!~ dearest readers

This chapter might be a little bit heavy. ^^; However, I hope ya'll enjoy it nevertheless. I've been working really hard on this chapter, so I hope it works out. Dazai's a really important character to me ever since this show came out, so that's why I've been working really hard. Thank you for the recent votes and comments!!! I really appreciate the amount of people who like to talk to me :) Much Love <3

(TW//MENTIONS OF DEATH AND VARIOUS HEAVY TOPICS)

On another note, if you didn't pick up on this already: When (Y/N) cries solely based off emotion, she can't control what her ability does. Although, the effects of her ability are passive. Therefore, she often burns her face because her tears are literally boiling water. (To back this up, in Ch.9 when Dazai touches her face telling her that she's going to burn it)

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(Edit: I left my layout in here, my bad ;-;)

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Two forces were engaged in a shootout. Those being the mafia and Mimic: a battle between four and nine. Akutagawa was fighting up against the enemy, slashing forces like it was nothing. That ability of his, Rashoumon, allowed him to form a demon out from a coat that could slash an enemy with one hit. A gunshot was sent his way, but he'd simply dodged it with the demonic shield. " Guns are foolish weapons.," In a moment, he slashed the guns barrel in half. The shadowy figure holding the gun observed in the shadows. A split second later, twelve gunshots were headed his way. Most of the bullets were reflected by an invisible way, inches away from his body.

" Retreat!," the figure said, as his men started running the other direction. " Come back! Fight me!," Akutagawa yelled while chasing after them," This is nothing for me! This barely even counts as a trial!!!" He watched as the figures ran away in disbelief," They're retreating. Impossible" The ghostly figure emerged from the shadows in front of him. " So your ability is to control a black overcoat..," the man said. He appeared rather sickly with grey hair tied up in a low ponytail. " Who are you?," Akutagawa spat. " The leader of Mimic." " The leader himself decided to show up and retaliate. The thought almost disgusts me. State your name." " André Gide.. I've come for a match."

Akutagawa seemed to be a little excited by his request," If it's a match you want, it's a match you'll get!!!" Immediately, the black overcoat emitted black straps from behind him. The man dodged quickly and ran to the boy, pulling out two pistols. He took his shot, one at his face and the other at his leg. Akutagawa was distracted by the one in the face before noticing his leg even bleeding. He feel to the ground. " It seems you are not the fight I was looking for," Gide said. " This is defeat... If so, then kill me. I couldn't be the enemy you sought." Gide looked at him emotionlessly.

" Farewell."

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My bullet struck the enemy's pistol, knocking it out of his hands. The man, who I assumed was a Mimic soldier, looked surprised and took a step back. I shot once again, but he dodged agilely. I kept my gun in my hands, offering my hand to the boy," We're getting out of here." " What do you think you're doing?! Mafia reinforcements?," Akutagawa resisted, but in the heat of the moment, I hoisted him up on my shoulder. I ran for the exit, running outside near a plaza full of trees.

" I'm gonna have to put you down. Can you run?," I asked, settling his body down on the ground," I'm Oda Sakunosuke, a friend of Dazai's." I extended a hand out to him. He looked away, only clutching his abdomen. I had a short vision of a blade cutting my head open and I immediately dodged once the vision was over. The boy used the blade to lever himself up," I've heard of you... You're nothing more than a lackey." I sighed," As much as I hate to use that term, that is me." " You're 'Dazai's friend'," he seemed to be put off by what I'd said. " Dazai once told me... that I couldn't defeat you even with hundred of years of training. He wouldn't lie, which is why I can't forgive you. I'm inferior, even to you?! The bottom of the pecking order? Why...? Why? Why?!"