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anime-fixation · 7 months

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Hello I wrote a BSD fanfic! Check it out if its something you’re into.

Don’t wake the Demon Prodigy

Read: part 2 and part 3

Dazai’s forced to watch Chuuya almost die from corruption. The demon prodigy takes it out on the man that caused it.

Unfortunately, Atsushi has to see the outcome of what happens when the demon prodigy comes out.

(Rated mature for violence)

Word count: 1842

Rating: M

Read on AO3

“CHUUYA!” Dazai cried out. “ CHUUYA!”

Dazai knew it wouldn’t work, he had to touch the man not just call his name, but he had to try. He watched his ex-partner fly across the sky, his body very clearly deteriorating the longer corruption was used. The enemy he activated corruption for had disappeared when the man grabbed Dazai, proving it was just an illusion made with a similar ability to Tanizaki’s Light Snow. Dazai didn’t know how he managed to not see that, a simple mistake that he was now forced to watch the outcome of. Chuuya, stuck in his corrupted form and with no enemy to face, was now destroying anything in sight.

“LET ME GO!” Dazai struggled against the man holding him in place, which was easy as the man was twice his size. Dazai felt the sharp tip of a blade begin to be held to his back, causing him to still.

“Quit struggling. You have no choice but to watch this.” The man growled into Dazai’s ear.

A blood trail was starting to flow behind Chuuya. Dazai could only watch in horror.

“It's been too long,” Dazai said to himself. He started struggling harder against the man’s arm around his shoulders. While he struggled the knife’s tip started to dig into his back. “He’s going to die!”

“That’s the plan. Seemed like the easiest way to take care of someone so powerful, let him kill himself” the man interrupted from behind him, the joy evident in his voice. Dazai stilled, he played with the idea that killing chuuya could've been the true motive for this gentleman but he didn’t want to believe it.

Dazai, in sheer panic to save his ex-partner, threw himself backwards. The knife pierced his flesh and lodged itself deep inside the side of the brunette. Dazai let out a cry but continued on, slamming his head back into the other man’s. The sudden attack shocked the man causing him to loosen his grip for a moment.

Dazai took this opportunity to take off running, barely avoiding a ball of gravity that whizzed by his head. Creating a small crater in between him and the enemy, allowing Dazai to get away much easier.

“Chuuya!” The smaller man didn’t stop when Dazai called his name. Dazai continued to run closer to his ex-partner. The deterioration of Chuuya’s body was evident with how pale the red head was becoming, his fair skin standing out against the red markings covering his skin from corruption.

Chuuya's corrupted form dipped low enough that Dazai could jump and grab the mafioso’s leg. Slipping his fingers under the hem of his pants to find flesh. As soon as Dazai’s skin touched Chuuya's, the markings disappeared and Chuuya dropped from the sky. Falling hard on his hands and knees once he hit the ground. Chuuya vomited up a stream of blood, before passing out in the grass.

Dazai ran over to his ex-partner’s body. He checked to make sure the red head was breathing. He was.

Knowing his ex-partner was alive, Dazai turned on his heels to face the man that was just forcing him to watch Chuuya almost die.

“You almost killed my least favorite partner,” Dazai's eyes were swirling with a darkness that very few had seen since Dazai left the mafia. With the glow from the moon backlighting his menacing frame, Dazai took a few steps closer to his new target, “You must remember, from all your intel, that they used to call me the demon prodigy,”

“Oh I know. But I also know who you are now. So, I know you don’t kill like you used to.” The man yelled back, cocky enough he was sure Dazai wasn’t really planning on killing him.

Dazai finished approaching the man. Glaring at him for a moment. With no hesitation the demon prodigy stomped on the man’s ankle, a sharp snap rang out into the night. The man screamed at the pain. The screams were soon paired with Dazai’s laughter.

“I was the youngest executive in the port mafia. I was feared by many. You think I would just forget how to torture and murder those who cross me,” Dazai grabbed the man’s head looking him in eye as he slammed his foot down on the man’s other ankle. Again, the snap of bone was followed by screaming and Dazai’s laughter.

“Now you can’t get away,” Dazai’s smile grew as he watched the man’s eyes fill with fear.

“Your partner isn’t dead, I’m sure we can figure something out that doesn't include killing me,” The man pleaded.

“I see, you now understand the situation you’ve put yourself in,” Dazai stood up straight as he talked. His hand slipped around to his side, pulling the knife free from his body without even so much as a flinching. He bent back down now holding the bloody blade up in front of his enemy. “Do you know where all of your organs are?”

The man shook his head no.

“I’ll be happy to show you,” Dazai’s tone was far more joyous than an average person’s would be in this situation. He brought the blade down to the center of the man's torso. Slicing deep down the man's chest. The skin split open and a flash of white could be seen before blood started to spill from the wound.

“Now that wasn’t an organ… but it is still nice to see bones. The sternum in fact, your ribs attach to it, don't you know,” Dazai couldn't hide the excitement in his voice. “Bones are fun, but like I said, I want to show you your organs.”

The wicked smile never left Dazais face. He sliced fast and deep down the man’s side. Blood started spilling out, slowed only by soft pink insides beginning to protrude out of the wound, plugging the slash up like some fucked up cork.

“This-,” Dazai started, pulling at the flesh with the back of the knife, “is just some intestines. Fun but not that exciting. Those tend to spill out first.”

Dazai pulled more out from the wound seeing how far he could pull it. The man on the ground writhed in pain, fear evident on his face.

“I want something cooler,” Dazai dropped the organ from the tip of the knife. He then dragged the knife over the man’s skin to a different location. Slashing quickly, cutting up the man's lower stomach. “Now what can we find in here?”

Dazai stuck his hand in the man's wound, grabbing something soft and pulling it part of the way out. His face lit up, “A liver!”

Dazai’s excitement matched that of a child getting a new toy. The man on the ground was hyperventilating and growing pale.

“I’m sorry, please just kill me,” The man tried to plead with the psychotic man torturing him.

“I don’t think so. You let Chuuya suffer for much longer than this,” Dazai sliced through the man’s thigh. A chunk of flesh peeled off and started to fall, Dazai didn’t let it hit the ground before he grabbed it. He stuffed the chunk of flesh into the slash on the man's side, pushing the intestines back in as he did so, “Should pry stop some of the bleeding if I want this to last longer,”

Dazai sat back on his heels. He trailed the blade around the man’s torso. A thin trail of blood following the knife like the trail a snail leaves. “What should I show you next?”

The man didn’t have time to answer.

Instead, a small weak voice broke Dazai out of current state, “Dazai… quit playing around,”

Dazai’s eyes widened and the darkness immediately disappeared from behind them, “Chuuya!”

With one swift motion Dazai stuck the knife deep in the man’s throat, killing him, before turning and running to Chuuya.

“I told you a long time ago to stop playing with corpses,” Chuuya muttered out.

“He was not yet a corpse, so I don’t think that applies,” Dazai clarified.

Chuuya sighed, too exhausted to argue, “That’s worse. Just call someone to get us out of here,”

The noise of a helicopter overhead made the two men look up.

“Perfect timing,” Dazai cried out.

Akutagawa and Atsushi jumped from the helicopter. Atsushi landed on the ground with a soft thud. Atukagawa was lowered down by Rashomon.

“What happened here?” Atsushi asked, looking around at all of the destruction.

“Well you see Chuuya was tricked into using corruption and I had to come and save him,” Dazai said, simplifying the situation. Chuuya looks like he was about to argue before Aktugawa grabbed everyone’s attention.

Akutagawa nodded his head in the direction of the mutilated corpse, “He dead?”

“You bet!” Dazai said with a bit too much excitement.

“What… happened to him?” Atsushi asked, looking terrified at how mangled the man was.

Dazai and Chuuya remained silent as the question hung in the air.

“Atsushi, you never met the demon prodigy.” Akutagawa stated, not minding breaking the news to Atsushi. “That’s his work.”

“Wait… but… isn’t that…” Atsushi looked at his mentor in horror, “you did that?”

Dazai shrugged. “We should pry get out of here and get Chuuya to a doctor. Oh and myself.”

Dazai tries changing the topic to avoid answering the question, turning to the side showing the blood seeping from the stab wound that was long forgotten about.

“I agree,” Chuuya hollered from the ground, blood still dripping from his mouth.

Atsushi just stared at Dazai, not moving a muscle.

Dazai let out a dramatic sigh, “Yes I did that. I lost control for a moment. Give a guy a break, I just had to waste so much time and energy saving a slug from dying. I wanted to have a bit of fun.”

“Oh,” Atsushi looked a bit afraid of the brunette by the end of Dazai’s crude explanation.

“It’s not something that happens often. And won't happen again if someone doesn’t try to die on me.”

“Like I had a choice!” Chuuya jabbed back. Rashomon slipped around Chuuya's body, lifting him up and simultaneously ending the two older men’s argument. Dazai took that as his queue to start climbing the ladder to the helicopter. Avoiding any further questioning.

Akutagawa looked over at the still frightened Atsushi, “Did you really think he wasn’t capable of something like that?”

“I just don’t want to believe it.”

Akutagawa sighed, seeing the clear betrayal and confusion written all over Atsushi’s face.

“If it makes you feel any better, he is so very different now. He used to do that to most of the men he got his hands on. Now we barely see him kill at all, right?”

Akutagawa said, trying to reassure the white haired man. He didn’t let Atsushi respond, turning around and begging his ascent to the helicopter with Rashomon holding Chuuya just above him. Atsushi grabbed the ladder, his head still turned, looking at the dead man.

“Right…” Atsushi reluctantly agreed. After a moment of contemplation he began climbing up himself.

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suchagreatimetobealive · 2 months

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𝐖𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 ~°•*'▪︎

Fem!Reader x Pm!Dazai Osamu

- Tw¡! Dazai being Dazai.

A civilian.

That's what you are.

A civilian which saw too much, found themselves at the wrong place, wrong time.

And now... well, nobody kidnapped you luckily. Nobody arrested you, but you are traumatised, to say the least.

Not everyday you see a teenager who looks done with life shooting aimlessly and messily with a crazed smile and wide eyes. Not everyday you see guards getting killed, body falling limp on the ground, blood splattering around like ketchup.

Of course you are traumatised.

How could you not?

So when you see him again; this mad kid, the most spontaneous reaction is flinch.

You flinch when he raise his arm to help you get up, since It's his fault if you fell on the ground. You flinch when you accept to grab his hand a little weakly and he locks eyes with you, pulling you up. You flinch when you don't understand why is he looking at you like that.

Is it because he doesn't understand why you are flinching? Would he do something if he finds out? Or is it because he knows the reason you seem so unbelievably scared of him? You can't read him at all.

Never been the best at reading people, but with the proximity you are having with him, the way you can clearly see his irises, his pupils, you thought you could at least understand a tiny little bit.

But you spent too less time staring at those orbs, the guy blinking like a child who just found an interesting toy to buy but isn't sure if ask his mother to take it, before a smile so hollow your heart stings appears in his features.

"You are who saw me last week! How can I forget.. I kept my eyes on you ever since."

That.. is not reassuring at all.

Now your eyes are wide, his cunning, knowing. The smile quickly becoming darker, a sly smirk of someone who is aware how much that information must have shocked you, and feeling no remorse at all for admitting it; for having done it.

"You... you stalked me?" You manage to quiver out, your lower lip trembling slightly at the anxiety suddenly making It's appearance in your chest, tightening your insides.

He giggles. "That's one poor way to define it, but I prefer to say; Checked on you? Kept an eye on you? Watched over you?" The boy lull himself back and forth softly with his feet, a childlike grin now plastered on his face, so many different emotions taking place on him that you can't keep on.

"...why did you do that" stammering, you subconsciously make a step back, trying to establish a sort of "protective barrier" between you and him.

"Honey, you can't go on with your life after you witnessed something like that," he obviously retorts, leaning over you slightly as if to tease your decision.

Flinching is becoming an habit at this point, he seems amused by your spontaneous actions.

"What if you call the police? You know, those really knows how to be a pain in the ass" emphasising the last word almost like an hiss, the nameless boy (since you have no idea what his name is yet) inches yet closer to you, and before you can draw back once again his hand is on your forearm, warm fingers circling your wrist, keeping you still as he studies you.

He looks like he is searching for something. Something he is not finding; yet again you cannot be sure about it, not with that devilish smirk he's wearing.

He could just be playing around with you, enjoying in a sadistic way how much you are afraid of him. There's nothing worse than someone you can't understand, no matter how much you try your best to.

Even a little bit. Just who is this kid? How old is he? Where does he come from? Why is he acting like this?

What's up with those bandages?

No doubt it's a teen; even if his eyes seems to weight a thousand different lives he had the burden to experience.

"..what do you want?" The question comes out way more tired than you intended it to be, now all the sleepiness draining you out, the anxiety not helping as your shoulders just can't seem to rest, your body language a contrast against itself.

"I'm bored" he admits.

"I don't believe you one bit. Someone like you wouldn't randomly stumble into me like this, admit something illegal then simply say that he's bored as a reason" does what you are blathering about even make sense?

"And yet here I am, lady! Right at your service, having done exactly what you just said I wouldn't do" you stare at him. Now all the fear dissipated from your veins, only crippling anxiety for the next moments invading your very core, and of course there's that rational part of you who just want to get this done and go home.

"You aren't that scared of me anymore. But," he suddenly raises his hand and your head moves back rapidly, getting out a chuckle from the brunette "you still flinch"

"Just tell me what you want.. if It's for the police I have no intention of calling"

"It would be pretty useless especially if you'd say my name when you introduce the person you are trying to report" he beams, pointing himself with two fingers as his not-really-pearly-white teeth get shamelessly showed as his lips parts for a smile.

"What's your name?"

You really hope you don't have some high researched terrorist in front of you. But well, after seeing what he did, you have no doubt he is. But so much that the police back off instead of trying to search informations about him to catch him, stop him?

And plus, he also freely walks through the street of Yokohama, not at all scared of policemen that often guard around with their car throughout the streets.

At least his identity will answer some of your doubts.

"Then let me introduce myself properly, pretty," he winks, bowing down softly, enough to keep eyes locked with yours as his hand rests on his chest, on top of his beating heart. "The name's Dazai Osamu, the apparent demon prodigy everybody's so scared of"

Your breath stops on your throat as you recall having heard about him from your father, warning you to stay away from any stranger, no matter how friendly they seem, and most importantly to never hang out alone.

Well, shit.

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