I feel like a whore.
Used and disgusting.
Why did I say yes?
I thought it would make me feel better about myself.
It didn’t.
Why didn’t it?
Why?
I've betrayed God.
And for what?
Some girl I barely know?
(I've known her my whole life.)
She doesn't love me.
I don’t love myself.
“I can’t do this anymore Dazai-san!”
“Atsushi-”
“I have to leave. I have to get away.”
“Calm down. Atsushi!”
“Osamu! Please.”
“….”
“I have to go. If…if I stay here….Please Osamu. Let me go.”
“….Okay.”
Dazai Osamu let out a loud groan of boredom as he spun his chair. Gods does he hate paper work. How does Kunikida enjoy this? The six years he known this silly little man, he still couldn’t wrap his head around it. Paper work this, paper work that.
Ugh.
Dazai could feel goosebumps of disgust run up his tied up arms.
“Oi! Do your work you wast of bandages!” The said man snapped from his desk without looking up.
The older brown haired man gave a playful pout, not that the blond could see. “But Kunikida! If I do anymore, my arms will fall off. How could you be so cruel.”
He cooed in a tone he knew that would clawed into his brain. The rust brown eyes dances as the thin string of patience came close to snapping. Dazai counted the minutes as he always did, wanting to know if he could break his record from last time. The bandaged covered man’s lips curled into a facsimile smile, trying not to giggle.
“What a horrible co-worker I have.” He continued with a cheerful, mocking tone. His expression filled with pillory as he caught sight of trembling shoulders. Huh, only 30 minutes. One minute less this time. Have to do better next time. “Kuni-ida.”
“YOU DAMN BASTARD!” Kunikida Doppo snarl a like a tiger (Dazai twitched slightly. Tiger…no. He has to focus on this, not that.) as he slammed his hands on the table. The chair he was using flew backwards and hit the wall causing everyone to look up with a sigh. “HOW DARE-”
“Gentlemen. Enough.” A strong voice rang out, freezing everyone in place.
“President.” Yosano Akiki acknowledged standing up, pulling whining Ranpo Edogawa along. The others followed. “Is there something you need sir?”
The leader of the Armed Detective Agency, Fukuzawa Yukichi, gave her a sharp but not unkind nod as he used his wooden cane to help him glide into the room. Dazai shift his footing, trying to stand still, at the sight of the timeless ruler of their small kingdom of light walk tiredly towards the door of their work place. The ex-mafia, not the first time, cursed at the Decay of Angels for destroying the image of immortality that was once the great swordsman.
“We have a case. A string of mysteries murders that looked as if the victims were attacked by a wild animal.” The strong baritone of the president called for his unwavering attention once again. He reached for the silver door knob and pulled it open with such grace that a dancer would feel envy. “Thankfully we have someone with such knowledge of animal attacks.”
“Good afternoon everyone. It’s nice to meet you all.”
Dazai felt as if he was waterboarded.
That voice…
Air felt thick and dry.
It’s been so long since he heard such a soft tone. But was slightly different now. Stronger. More assured. Firm but still gentle with a hint of sass and defiance intwining.
“I mean sure we already met but it’s been four years now. So it’s like our first meeting all over again. Anyways, I’m in your care!”
Standing tall with a fanged grin was…
“Atsushi!” Kyouka Izumi breathed with wide blue eyes.
Will add more in ao3 later. Maybe it’ll be a one shot or maybe chapter story. I don’t know yet…hmmm