Remembrance || Dazushi

Remembrance || Dazushi

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After Dazai had awoken from his comma, Atsushi has been having a weird memories and dreams. A memory of him as a Port Mafia, White Reaper who killed countless of people and was feared by a lot of people. It did not help when in his memories Dazai was the one who manipulated him or force him to kill. Trying not to confuse the PM Dazai and the ADA Dazai, the best way is to avoid him. Again, he slowly almost changed. He lacks on having cheerful face with bags under his eye. Hallucinating of another him but with cold expression who killed people, PM Atsushi sneered. Ah, he should've died long time ago. He can't keep on living. ... After jumping off the roof, Dazai woke up in his original world. He decided to continue living as Dazai Osamu from the Armed Detective Agency not as the Port Mafia Boss and save lots of lots people to carry out Oda's wish. But he still has a punishment to do.
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Dazai / reader | Your heart is lost; he had eaten it. Trapped in his web, your memories stretched thin against the cradle of his fingers; you are at his mercy. He had stitched you to his heart, carefully, burying you in your own echo...that echo being another echo...He says that it was for your own good; yet you still feel the stab of the needle, the knife cutting the thread loose, only to tighten you against his chest, becoming one. At the end of the day, by a mirror, you would ask yourself: Who was I? Who am I? Eve or Adam: Eve from his brittle rib, or Adam for creating Dazai into the man he was now? But the person staring back wouldn't be you.

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