ᴍʏ ᴅᴇᴀʀ ʙᴇʟᴀᴅᴏɴɴᴀ { Yandere Dazai Osamu x Reader }

♡Chapter Four {I}

Warning:Blood, gunfire, killing, mentions of torture, death.

In the next chapter I won't mention the whole death suicide thing because you probably watched BSD meaning you're used to Dazais remarks and want for death.

"How about instead..."

"Just give yourself to me"

Dazai said a smile on his face as his chocolate eyes darkened to where their was no light in his eyes, two pools of dark murky water. The (h/c) haired female gazed up at the executive. "Theirs somethings worse than death, and one of those things is you Dazai Osamu" she said in a more monotone like voice, yet still the very noticeable venom it was laced with.

"Why I'm flattered you know who I am, and you are correct. Their are somethings worse than death, if you know that, why not just accept my offer, how should I say this..." The brunette trailed on, his arms crossed against his chest, as he closed his eyes trying to think of the proper word. The (e/c) eyed female quirked her eyebrows at the male.

"It'll be better than a painful and rather long death that I will admit"

Dazai said letting out a sigh, he of all people would know, he had often tried to off himself, yet he never could get the sense of relief, that he would get from the clutches of death. Dazais slender fingers ran along his large wooden desk, as he tapped his fingers on the smooth surface, a more drumming pattern occurring. Yet she wouldn't budge from this, it was her revenge or death, she'd rather die trying.

"I'd rather die."

She said eyes glancing up at the male, her eyes didn't waver as she held direct eye contact with him. Her eyes were cold, serious on the matter, she wouldn't budge. He smirked as he slipped off from his desk, he rested his hands on the arm rests of his captives chair, to which the female had no reaction to, eyes still glued on the brunette.

"You won't just die you'll suffer."

Dazai said eyes still glued to her eyes, he truly meant what he said, he would have the pleasure of doing such, and he would revel in each waking moment. The door soon slammed open, as a certain ginger walked in, gazing at the scene before him, he felt his eye twitch. "Shitty mackerel, what do you think you're doing?" Chuuya questioned, his arms crossed over his chest. Dazai got up from his position, brushing off Chuuya, "I was simply getting information" the brunette said, as he sat back on top of his desk.

"So what do you need Chuuya?"

Dazai asked the ginger, tilting his head slightly to the side, as he rested his arms on the table, behind him, supporting his posture. The blue eyed male let out a heavy sigh, "The boss has an idea for her" Chuuya said motioning his head toward the (h/c) female, who was stuck in her position facing forward, eyes tilted to the wooden flooring. She knew well of who Chuuya was talking about, she was well prepared for this, she wasn't afraid, she was disappointed, livid, that she had not killed all of them, that she hadn't gotten her oh so delectable revenge.

"Ohhhh I see" Dazai said glancing to the female in question, a rather hollow smile adjourning his face. Yet his eyes held a similar glint to a predator staring at it's prey. "Yes you waste of bandages now let's go the others will take her to his office." Chuuya said motioning to the door, for the brunette to hurry.

"Yeah yeah" the same brunette said brushing off his partner, Chuuya let out a sigh as he mumbled a string of remarks under his breathe, as Chuuya left the executives office. Leaving the other two alone. Dazai towered over the female, yet she kept the same blank, and dull stare on her face. "It seems that the decision will be made for you" Dazai said with a smirk a chuckle escaping his lips, as he soon left the room leaving the female alone. Until a group of people soon, cuffed her wrists, some being higher ranking, others being lower than them. They were prepared for any escape attempts the female could pull.

She glanced her (e/c) around the room, and what the people had, she knew the existence of abilities, although she wasn't blessed with such. (Y/n) knew well that she could handle someone of the Port Mafia, without an ability, she was unsure for one with an ability. She knew it was unlikely for the people here to have an ability, yet the risk was still their. She glanced at her feet to which were far from chains, an idea soon coming to mind.

The (h/c) haired female held back a smirk, as she continued walking, until she pretended to collapse, they weren't stupid so they held guns to her from behind, while one checked to see if she was alright. She turned around in an instant, her hands still cuffed, she shot up her legs, wrapping her thighs around the members neck, as she brought them down with her. The members fired their weapons at their companion to no avail she used their body as a shield from the gunfire.

Before dropping the body the (e/c) female, grabbed the gun from the body's holster on their belt. She could still maneuver her hands well enough to aim it seemed although it was a bit more difficult. It was an automatic gun though making it all the more easily, she held the gun firing the shots, the gunfire echoing through the halls all the members dropping to the ground, she dropped the gun to the floor as well. Laying in a pool of their own blood, she let out a sigh as she glanced her (e/c) eyes to the camera in the corner, her eyes having the same look in them as before.

"This was a test wasn't it?"

"If so did I pass or fail?"

Hope you enjoyed lovelies! See you next update!! 💙💙💙 stay safe and take care of yourselves.