Author’s note : I actually wrote this on 10/07/2021. I wanted to rewrite it and improve it if I could. I’d recommend listening to this song, as the fic is heavily inspired by it.
Must read: angst, manga spoilers, implied deaths, recalling past trauma, mentions of Dark Era. Implied soukoku shipping, can be taken as platonic too. Also mentions scenes from BSD Wan!
Dazai’s brown eyes found themselves fixed onto a spot in space, with no proper definition. An image of the polaroid back at his apartment flashed in his unusually quiet mind, bringing with it memories of Bar Lupin. And …him.
He remembered the blood on his hands, the terror that flooded through his system when he saw Oda. How pathetic and sickening he was.
Author’s note : I actually wrote this on 10/07/2021. I wanted to rewrite it and improve it if I could. I’d recommend listening to this song, as the fic is heavily inspired by it.
Must read: angst, manga spoilers, implied deaths, recalling past trauma, mentions of Dark Era. Implied soukoku shipping, can be taken as platonic too. Also mentions scenes from BSD Wan!
Dazai’s brown eyes found themselves fixed onto a spot in space, with no proper definition. An image of the polaroid back at his apartment flashed in his unusually quiet mind, bringing with it memories of Bar Lupin. And …him.
He remembered the blood on his hands, the terror that flooded through his system when he saw Oda. How pathetic and sickening he was.
“he’s the Demon Prodigy” “I heard he was the youngest executive known to the mafia’s history” “I’ve heard he hollows victim’s hearts out. He really is soulless” “word has been going around is that he’s the boss’s turn-to” “he commands the entire Port Mafia’s hitmen! I thought he was only 15?”
He thought of Oda’s low voice, a ghost of the scent of hot curry filling his nostrils. And of Atsushi. His kind, glimmering eyes. He looked around the small jail cell and his white uniform, and at Dostoyevsky, who was sitting across him.
“people only exist to save themselves”
“I’ll leave the mafia” he did, but at what cost?
“I understand it’s hard Dazai kun, but try not to dwell on it too much’ Fukuzawa dono had told him
He thought of Ango, and wondered whether he would miss Oda at all. And Atsushi. "I’d prefer if you didn’t go at all” he had said. Would he really miss him?
He remembered how excited Nakahara was to go to that movie, and how Dazai had taunted him for it.
The way he dressed as a dog wasn’t just to spite Nakahara, Dazai reminisced.
“I’m sorry, Chuuya.”
THIS FITS WITH CHP 101 OKAY? SO I WANTED TO WRITE IT AGAIN. I’M SORRY
