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There's a Will; There's a Way (Book 4) Chapter Nineteen

Dazai Osamu x Fem! Reader

Chapter Nineteen: Burning End

Summary: Fyodor's game ends, and Fukuchi's begins.

The world was ending.

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“My, look at this,” said Fyodor as the doors of Mersault opened up. “A perfect starry night, befitting Dazai’s end.”

“Goal!” cried Gogol. “Fyodor makes it to the finish line in first place! Absolutely fantastic. My very best friend, everyone! So damn awesome!”

“Save the acclamations, please,” said Fyodor. He put his hands on his hips. “The thing.”

Gogol swirled his cape, and a case appeared. “You mean this?” He opened it to reveal the antidote to the poison. Fyodor reached for it, but Gogol closed it. “But first! May I ask you something? Dazai was using his pulse to encode his messages to the outside. How were you communicating?”

Fyodor smirked. “It’s simple.” He glanced behind him at the various guards walking out of Mersault. “Using them.” The guards removed their helmets to reveal they were vampires.

“I see,” said Gogol. “You had accomplices within the Mersault security forces.” He smiled. “Now it’s yours.” He tossed the case to Fyodor.

“Indeed.” Fyodor walked past Gogol to the helicopter.

“Aren’t you taking the antidote?” called Gogol.

“I’ll take it on the helicopter,” said Fyodor. He reached for the door and frowned at his injured hand. He tsked and narrowed his eyes. Dazai had actually managed to injure him. That was fine. It wouldn’t stop him from getting to (Y/N). Dazai was dead, after all.

He glanced back. “I can’t pilot the helicopter with my injuries. Please take the stick.”

The vampires obediently shuffled into the helicopter and started it up while Fyodor reclined in the back.

“By the way, what became of Sigma?” asked Gogol curiously.

“He was brave,” said Fyodor, smirking. “He’ll never awaken again, though.”

“Those who oppose you always meet an untimely demise,” remarked Gogol. “What about you? What will you do, once you’re out of here?”

“Just as you said,” said Fyodor. His eyes narrowed, and his smirk sharpened. “For starters, you tried to kill me, so I’ll erase you.

Gogol grinned. “I like it! It’s the beginning of a new game.” He turned away, letting Fyodor leave.

The case clattered to the ground.

Gogol blinked and turned around in interest. “Oh, dear. Do you really want to be treating the antidote like that?”

Blood dripped onto the case.

Fyodor coughed and wheezed as the vampire in front pushed sharp baton farther into his stomach. Fyodor gripped it and tried to stop it, but the weapon was forced farther in, and blood continued to drip from the widening wound.

“How did this happen?!” said Gogol.

“What a shame.”

Gogol and Fyodor’s head snapped to the entrance of Mersault. Fyodor gritted his teeth.

“I was so close to dying. But you see…You can’t kill me.” Dazai stepped into the clear air and smiled triumphantly.

“Dazai…” said Fyodor, forcing the frustrated word out of his mouth, even as blood choked him and he coughed. “How…”

Dazai smirked. “Unlike you, I don’t have control over all things.” He strolled closer to the helicopter. “My hand was full of uncertain cards. But you had one weakness: You don’t trust anything you can’t manipulate. Allies. Bram took back his special ability at the airport. Ranpo negotiated with him and had him take over the vampire piloting the helicopter. It wasn’t anything we could have planned ahead of time, but I trusted that’s what Ranpo would do.”

Fyodor’s eyes narrowed and glared with pure fury at Dazai.

Dazai grinned at his anger. “In fact, if I had to bet, I think (Y/N) removed the sword. She always does the impossible.”

Fyodor rage turned on Dazai. “But you were shot in the head!”

Dazai grinned and touched his forehead. “Oh, this?” He shrugged. “Yeah, that hurt. That dumbass was supposed to go easy.” He smiled fondly, though.

“Who are you calling a dumbass?” said a sharp voice.

Fyodor’s eyes widened in true shock before he made the connection. “I see…”

“Chuuya was never a vampire to begin with,” said Dazai.

Chuuya flicked the contacts he’d taken from his eyes away. He cursed when the fake fangs refused to budge. “Fucking hell, it’s not coming out! Wretched boss glued it in!”

“It was all an act,” said Dazai, walking towards the helicopter and picking up the case. “I was only able to get out of the elevator because Chuuya manipulated gravity.” He stared at Fyodor in satisfaction as the man suffered. “And then, Chuuya shoots me in the head. The bullet stops at my skull. We used to do this all the time, remember?”

“Suck it!” shouted Chuuya grumpily, still fumbling with the teeth.

Dazai chuckled before returning to Fyodor. “You couldn’t see how fast the bullet was traveling through the security camera. Also, the water attack was only to distract you from my actual goals, you see.”

“You actual goal?” asked Fyodor, hands trying to stop his bleeding. It was useless.

“That wound.” Dazai pointed victoriously at Fyodor’s injured hand. “With your hand injured, you’d have no choice but to let the vampire take the cockpit.” He leaned over Fyodor and smirked. “Remember my face, Fyodor. Remember who beat you. Remember that I sent you to Hell, and (Y/N) is out of your reach for good. She was never going to be yours. Your darkness won’t taint her light.” He stepped back, ever as Fyodor angrily reached for him lurching in his seat. “Goodbye.”

The vampire directed the helicopter into the sky.

“Wait!” shouted Fyodor.

The helicopter spun and slammed into Mersault. It crashed to the ground, and Dazai, Chuuya, and Gogol watched the crumpled vehicle break apart. The engine sparked and turned to flame.

“Ah…Angelic light…” Fyodor’s last words filtered out into the air.

And then the helicopter exploded. Dazai watched Fyodor burn in satisfaction. Only once the flames died down did he approach, but he waited with patient satisfaction.

“So, is that anemic jackass dead?” said Chuuya.

Dazai picked up Fyodor’s arm, the only piece of him they could identify. “Yeah. Fyodor’s dead. There’s no doubt.”

“I see.” Gogol walked up solemnly.

“Congrats, Nikolai,” said Dazai. “You wanted to kill him, didn’t you?”

“Yeah. I certainly did.” Gogol paused. “No…I didn’t. No…” He reached out and took the amputated arm. “You’re right. I never exchanged many words with Fyodor. But my life since I met him felt nothing like it did prior. Fyodor was right. I fought so I could lose myself. Now, I…” He fell to his knees.

Dazai turned and walked away.

“What happened to your usual snark?” said Chuuya.

“Nah. Not today,” said Dazai. He lifted the case. “I got the antidote, too. Let’s go.” His gaze hardened. “The fight isn’t over. And I need to make sure someone is alright.” (Y/N), my light.

“Yeah…so do I,” said Chuuya. His mind went to Akira.

"Aw, is Chuuya going soft?” said Dazai.

“You wish, bastard!” said Chuuya. “Let’s just keep going.”

Dazai and Chuuya approached the helicopter touching down at Mersault. They got on, solemnly escorted by some of the Port Mafia men actually left after the vampire outbreak. Dazai opened the case and injected himself with the antidote, sighing in relief.

“What, not excited to die?” said Chuuya, finally getting the fangs out and throwing them out the window.

“This would have been a painful death. I’m not interested in that,” said Dazai, shrugging.

“I can give you a death right here,” challenged Chuuya.

“You just had the chance to kill me and didn’t! How changeable, Chuuya,” chirped Dazai.

“Tsk. I wanted that bastard dead first,” muttered Chuuya. “He’s causing enough trouble to somehow be as irritating as you.”

“Don’t compare me to Fyodor,” said Dazai, voice turning cold.

Chuuya paused and narrowed his eyes. He understood his former partner better than most. “He really got under your skin, didn’t he?”

“He threatened someone who’s truly important to me,” said Dazai. “I don’t take lightly to it.”

Chuuya nearly shivered. He remembered that tone. That was the voice of Dazai the Demon Prodigy, the Port Mafia executive that destroyed enemy organizations like they were nothing, killing for the thrill. Fyodor should count himself lucky he got such a quick death. Chuuya suspected that if Dazai wasn’t unwilling to risk his escape, he would have made sure Fyodor properly suffered for threatening the person close to Dazai.

“Well!” Dazai brightened and smiled. “He’s dead and burning in hell now, so that’s all the matters!”

An irk mark appeared on Chuuya’s forehead. “Don’t go acting all giddy now! We’ve still got vampires and the Decay of the Angel on our hands!”

“Oh, that?” Dazai waved a hand. “I mean, we’ll just be cleanup.”

“Cleanup?! Fukuchi has his sword, bandage-wasting bastard,” hissed Chuuya.

“So? (Y/N)’s there. And she’s more than enough to handle him,” said Dazai. Was he worried about her? Of course. He loved her, how could he not worry? But he also knew her strength. (Y/N) had the will; she’d find the way.

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(Y/N) landed before Fukuchi in a swirl of green light. She stood from her crouched position, gift still alive and ready for a fight as Fukuchi regarded her with surprise and a measure of expectance. He held his sword in one hand and One Order the radio in the other. (Y/N)’s eyes zeroed in on it immediately, and There’s a Will; There’s a Way hummed as it sensed the power radiating from One Order.

“Come to die just like your companions?” said Fukuchi.

(Y/N)’s gaze passed over Akira and Fukuzawa’s fallen figures, blood pooling beneath them. Her eyes returned to him, and she stood tall and strong as ever.

“No. I’ve come to give the world life.”

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