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As usual, it was boring. Too easy missions. Too much free time.. And ugh, too much Mori.
Dazai lounged around on top of the building like a nimble cat. He just lied there, staring out at Yokohama. Some would think this city looked breathtaking. Dazai only saw the gunk, and crap that lived in the gutter from his point of view.
Nothing looked beautiful anymore. It was all just garbage to him. No meaning.
Then, interrupting the solitude of the moment, his phone rang. And that only meant one thing, because he only had one contact. Mori.
He pulled out his phone lazily, and looked at the name distastefully. Ew. He finally picked up when the last ring was going.
“Hey, Mori. Need something?” He asked, painfully sarcastic.
“Ah! My dear old Dazai.. Fortunately, yes!”
“The hell do you want, old man?”
“You just hurt this poor old man's soul, Dazai… Well, I have a mission for you to spice things up a bit!”
Dazai rolled his eyes. Nothing good ever came out of a mission meant to “spice things up” as Mori called it. He grunted disdainfully.
“Whatever. Just give me the damn detail, old man.”
“Right, right! Well, you’re headed to America! Specifically, Tulsa, Oklahoma.”
Dazai froze. He had never gone on a mission out of Japan. This would be his first. What the hell was this idiot planning now? Did he even have a reason for him going to wherever it was in hell in America that Mori wanted him to go?
“When.” Dazai could only muster up the one word. He was not happy about the sudden change.
“Right now. Get headed to the airport and I’ll have your bags allll ready. Okay? Okay. See you, my little cutie!”
Then, the phone line was gone. Dazai jammed his phone into his pocket. What in the hell was Mori planning?? Why the hell was Dazai going to Oklahoma of all places? Whatever. He just had to get a move on, or Dazai would get his ass beat if he loitered too long.
Dazai looked back at the pretty view of Yokohama. One thought came to mind.
Maybe it’s not too bad after all.
Dazai arrived at the airport in the next thirty minutes, as Mori always got antsy while waiting. He leisurely walked in, with a cool air surrounding him as he searched for the medium-haired older man.
Finally, he spotted him and walked on over.
“Hey, I’m here.” He said in his usual bored fashion.
“Great timing! I have all your bags packed here, and you’re boarding your plane right now. Also, don’t ask for any details Dazai, because you know you won’t get any. The only thing I’m going to give you is, to get anything you can on all the gang rivalries you can. I don’t want to hear another word.” He smiled politely and said coolly like this was any other time. Like he totally wasn’t about to send Dazai off to foreign lands. Just for fucking kicks too, probably.
Dazai was obviously pissed by his decision. But Mori’s word went. Dazai grunted and looked at the bag Mori had packed him. He picked it up, slung it over his shoulder, and headed to board the plane. Which was a private one. Probably one the mafia owned. Before Dazai could leave fully, Mori called out to Dazai.
“Oh, and try to behave and not let your cover get blown! Goodbye, Dazai!” He said, painfully cheery in Dazai's opinion.
Dazai boarded the plane and put the bag into the top luggage compartment. There seemed to be no one else on the plane, except Dazai. Since it had been privately owned. Best for the “Demon Prodigy,” he supposed. He comfortably sat down in one of the seats and reclined.
He probably wouldn't get any sleep, only being able to theorize about this stupid mission. He thought about the mission. Why Mori would even want this information? What could be going through that weird man's brain? Dazai could never guess or get ahold of Moris's true intentions until it was too late. He was one of the people Dazai could never seem to get a read on.
After hours of thinking in his head, he finally closed his eyes, being able to become blissful with sleep. Dazai finally fell asleep, on his way into Tulsa, Oklahoma.
Chapter 2
Summary:
ERM- WHAT THE SKIBIDI
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It was late mid-evening when Dazai’s plane rolled in. Dazai, being the light sleeper he is, woke when the place screeched across the runway. Dazai opened his eyes, adjusting to unfamiliar territory. This was new. Dazai did not particularly like new. But, he guessed he could withstand it.
Dazai sat up, and he got a bit dizzy from getting up too quickly. It was late, very... But he had stayed up late too, he supposed.
Finally, the plane landed at the boarding dock, and Dazai was ready to get the hell outta that damn cramped plane. He wasn’t lying if he said he wasn’t tired of it already. It’s whatever. He grabbed his luggage, which happened to be a single bag, from the compartment. It was heavy. Probably guns and cash.
Dazai lugged the bag over his shoulder and walked out into the airport itself. It wasn’t too shabby, but more homeless people than he would’ve liked. He looked around for the exit, and after finding and map and locating wherever in the hell that was, he left the airport.
The air there was crisp. It had a nice scent. Well, as nice as it can be in Tulsa, Oklahoma. Definitely better than Yokohama. Yes. Definitely. It didn’t matter anyway. He was going to collect that damn information and bet on his damned way back soon enough. He didn’t need friends. All the people here most likely what the mafia considered grunts.
He grunted and continued to walk. He didn’t really know where. Just… walked, I suppose. He knew he would need to find a shabbier area to live. Maybe even find a nice cardboard box… Maybe an abandoned lot... It didn't matter to him. He wasn’t gonna be here long anyway. Dazai walked until he found what he considered would be the crime central. Where broads and hoods hooked up. Greasers were found getting jumped. Bars and clubs reeked of… well, hood.
Dazai grinned to himself at the find. Just what he was looking for. It was the perfect area to start to collect information. He just needed a place to stay now…
Dazai walked and walked, not finding a suitable home to stay for now. He stood in an empty lot. It would have to do. He stood there, examining the surroundings. Probably where girls and guys went in their cars. It was empty, and an abandoned building was there as well. Most likely why this lot was here.
Dazai tried to go for the empty building as a somewhat type of shelter, but didn’t luck out. It was locked, annoyingly enough. He groaned to himself. Just why in the ever-living hell did Dazai have to do this? At least back in Yokohama, he had a shipping container, out here he just had this stupid lot. It was whatever. Just whatever. Dazai could weather through it. He had pulled off seemingly impossible missions before. He would live sleeping in the lot, though not most enjoyable.
Dazai didn’t care. He hunkered down in that lot, and gave no shits. He thankfully hid his bag though, or most likely he would get robbed of everything, considering he had pretty valuable things in there.
Dazai fell into the world of dreams. And he felt like he was actually in it.
It was a nightmare. Fuck
There Mori was… Standing over his body, his weak 14-year-old body that had tried to end its being. Mori was a bit younger, Dazai too.
Mori had his sinister grin, the one Dazai had come to so clearly hate. He hated that grin with a passion. He was there, and he tried to fight it. Tried to thrash. He knew what would happen if he didn’t escape. There would be consequences. Harsh, and evil consequences.
What could he do? He was stuck. Stuck. Stuck. Stuck. Stuck. Stuck. Stuck. Stuck. Stuck.
Mori was going to punish him soon! Dammit! Why couldn't he break free? Was he even breathing? Stuck! Stuck! Stuck! Stuck! Stuck! Stuck! Stuck!
STUC-
Dazai gasped awake, and over him stood a brown-haired boy, about his age probably, and had a kind, but oddly rough and jittery face to it. He looked fine, handsome even. Greasy hair though, probably a hood.
“Are you alright?” The boy asked cautiously.
“M’ fine,” Dazai mumbled, still breathing quite harshly, and sweat-slick down his back and neck, even if it was a chilly night.
The boy raised an eyebrow at him, but didn't question it, and certainly didn’t pry either.
“Alright,” The boy stared at him cautiously, but said nothing. He was certainly quiet, but he noticed Dazais asian features and odd fashion choices. “Names Johnny Cade. Whats your name, new kid?”
Dazai was irked by the nickname, but made no hint at all he was. Afer all, he was a master at masking his emotions and feelings.
“It’s Dazai. Dazai Osamu.” He answered softly- definitely softer than he had meant. Damn. That nightmare had certainly gotten to him, huh?
“Where ya from?” Johnny answered, now interest for sure piqued as he mentioned to be what sounded like a Japanese name.
“Yokohama, Japan.” He said quietly, still unintentionally soft, as the nightmare had dulled his abilities, hindering him slightly.
“Sounds like you’re a long way from home, huh? Why’re ya here?” He said, letting his guard down from cautiousness and fear to more curiosity.
Dazai stared at him for a moment, debating on how to answer the question. No questions he would lie, but about what? What the hell could he lie about that would seem believable..?
“I’m here for a job. Mom and dad and I aren’t that good off, so they sent me to America for fresh start. They get here when they finally have enough money. So, I’m on my own to start.” Yeah, that was a good lie, Dazai thought. Vague, kinda truthful, and an answer to satisfy curiosity from nosy people.
“Ah. I’m sorry to hear you’ll be on your own, man. Hey, maybe we could stick together. I could help you around the streets..,” He said hopefully, with a small grin.
Dazai couldnt believe this. Two birds. One stone. This kid was obvious hood. No doubt he’d be in a gang. None at all. And, not to mention, he could have someone to show him around since he was new. This was an opportunity he couldn’t pass up.
“Sure. We can be friends. I’ll be needing a tourist guide anyways.” He said with a small grin himself, surely looking like a fool. He needed to look innocent, like he wasn’t playing this boy.
“Great! I’ll introduce you to my gang too. You’ll fit right in, new kid.”
Two birds, one stone.
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“That sounds delightful, Johnny.” Dazai grinned at the boy, seemingly innocent and not a very dangerous criminal. Ah, poor Johnny… Getting mixed up with one of the most dangerous men he could. More dangerous than… than even Dally.
The other grinned back at Dazai, his brown eyes glistening with excitement at the prospect of being friends with this international person.
Dazai thought for a moment, using his logic for a moment before asking a question he had just thought of, to be polite, “Hey, you don’t mind me staying here while I get on my feet, right? You seem to be the ‘owner’ of this area, and all.”
Johnny was surprised by his polite behavior, considering that he lived in an environment where manners were absolutely nonexistent because… well, they were greasers, so manners weren’t ever really needed. Johnny’s eyes widened momentarily before an amused and delighted smile cracked upon his face.
“‘Course. Ain’t gon’ stop someone to sleep somewhere, ‘specially if they’re… Don’t mean to be offensive, but homeless.”
Dazai pasted a practiced and ready grateful smile and nodded back at him, “Thanks, man, and no offense taken, I am homeless after all. I’d be knee-deep in shit if I couldn’t stay here. You know?” Dazai gave a lopsided smile and tilted his head slightly, not threateningly, more casually. Even Johnny, the puppy-eyed, dog-behaved boy, thought that this action was slightly puppy-like.
“Yeah, I get what you’re sayin’. I could think of a few times this lot has been a safe and important area for me,” Johnny said with a thoughtful smile, like he was getting lost in the thoughts of past memories of this very spot. The good ones-- not the ugly tarnished ones. The ones painted into his thoughts, like an ingrained painting, hanging within the walls of his brain.
“That sounds wonderful,” Dazai commented.
“Yeah… How’d you feel like meetin’ my friends, hm?” Johnny said, all out of the blue. But, if Johnny was being honest, he was starting to like this Dazai guy. Damn, he had spoken to him more than he had his actual friends since he got jumped. He just felt… Safe? Cared for? Understood? Johnny had no clue. Dazai was like a giant enigma. Though, he had a starting space. He liked the Japanese boy, that’s for sure.
“Hell, I’d jump into a strangers van if it meant I got a break off the streets,” Dazai joked half-heartedly, though he knew that if he did, he could just beat the shit out the stranger and take the van.
Johnny laughed at Dazai’s crack at a joke-- and he had to admit, it was pretty good.
“Alright. How about you follow this stranger right here,” He said, continuinug Dazai’s little game of following strangers. Dazai nodded happily and followed him-- like a dog, no, puppy, Johnny thought.
“What a wonderful way to die!” Dazai said cheerfully, not taking into account Johnny being unused to Dazai’s point of view on suicide-- how the boy was obsessed with it.
Johnny looked at him worriedly, his eyes half wide and completely not expecting that to come out of his mouth, before saying in a softer and worried tone, “Are you… Are you okay, Dazai?”
“Oh, yeah, sorry… I just find life so boring… and taking my life is always so readily available…” Dazai said with a small smile, but dropping it when he noticed Johnny’s worried expression, and tone. Johnny didn’t comment any more than that before he kept on walking, to the Curtis house. The mainstay where the group always was. That house was always jam-packed, but so loving and lively.
The rest of the walk was quiet, a comfortable, yet slightly awkward silence sat between them. They continued to walk, Dazai taking into account his surroundings.
It was a neighborhood, squared-off homes, that had just garbage on their porches. Toys, garden tools, lawn tools, just… random shit. The area reeked of piss, smoke, and… I hope you know the last thing. It wasn’t exactly welcoming to a newcomer, but to anyone who had lived here, it was a home away from home. The sky had been a slight shade lighter since Dazai had gone to rest in the lot. Speaking of rest, he seemed to have cleared up with the nightmare. God, Dazai would have to get high or something at some point…
Finally, Johnny spoke up after realizing something, “I guess I should teach ya ‘bout the Tulsa streets, huh?” Dazai’s eyes widened in delightful surprise, this was perfect. He was already getting so much insight just from this one kid, Johnny Cade. Dazai finally replied, “Yeah, I guess so. You can teach me about the streets. In Japan, it wasn’t that bad, so this would be very helpful.” Dazai’s lie rolled off of of his tongue like it was the damn truth. It wasn’t. Japanese streets could be hell on earth. One kid would get tossed out, and a pack of kids would come and destroy them. The streets in Japan were… well, they were worse than Oklahoma, let’s just say.
“Alright. Let’s start from the basics. There’s a social divide between the high-class people-- the Socs, and the lower-class people, the Greasers. I’m a Greaser. The Socs like jumpin’ us unfairly, and breakin’ stuff they shouldn’t. They aren’t trustworthy. Us Greasers, though, we stick together. He have each others back, but we get in rumbles and go to bars, and destroy things too,” Johnny looked over at Dazai to see if he was even still paying attention, to his surprise he was. With an absolute intense gaze. Weird. He continued nonetheless, “Since you’re on the streets and homeless, I suppose you’d be a Greaser. If you’d want, I could give ya’ a new look so you’d look more Greaser than… whatever it is you are right now.”
Dazai thought about it for a moment. He needed to fit in with these Americans. If he didn’t, the mission would be a bust. He would need a makeover. So, he replied, “Sure, a makeover wouldn’t harm anyone.”
“Alright. You can borrow some pants, a shirt, and my hair grease. But, let’s go over to meet my gang first,” Johnny said, slightly happy he could help Dazai fit in. Of course, he had no idea he was falling into the wolfs trap.
Dazai nodded, and they kept walking. Now, it was more comfortable silence more than anything.
Dazai was ready. He was a wolf. And this sheep had just let him into the herd.
Chapter 4
Summary:
haiaiaiaiai. four chapters. ONE DAY???? SO MUCH MOTIVATION HHAHAHAHHA-
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After a bit of walking, they arrived at the Curtis residence. Nothing big, and certainly nothing extraordinary. But, that was the best type of thing for a gang house. Dazai wanted to know how rough, how tough that these Americans were. Were they worse? Better? He couldn’t wait to see how it looked inside, if it really looked like a place gang members would stay.
Johnny walked up to the door, and turned the knob, swinging the door right open. Why was the door unlocked? It made it way easier for police…
Johny looked at Dazai and gave a nice smile, “Alright, c’mon, Dazai,” Johnny walked in through the door, leading Dazai inside.
Dazai looked around. It was normal. Why? Where… where was the stuff that usually made up a “gang house” as some people called it? It was actually quite clean, and it didn’t looked too bad. “This is a nice place. Is it yours?” Dazai asked curiously.
“Nah. Its a buddy of mines. They’re the Curtis brothers, and they usually keep their doors open for people that need a way to get off the streets or just hang out,” Johnny said, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. Dazai was a bit perplexed. Why would anyone let people come in their house willingly? And without a charge?
“Cool, I suppose,” Dazai said casually.
There were two guys sitting on the couch, watching TV. And one in the kitchen. Were these the Curtis brothers? The two noticed Johnny, and the odd boy. To them the odd boy looked like a pretty boy, with brown, soft hair and unlike their greased up hair. He had chocolate eyes, with a chilling gaze, but that disappeared quickly as it had come.
“Guys, meet Dazai. He’s new,” Johnny grinned and added, “He’s from Japan.”
The two guys' eyes looked at each other than Johnny in surprise. They certainly were not prepared for this today.
“Hi,” Dazai said quietly, trying to put this facade that he was a quiet and soft kid. A big lie. It was okay, though. It was for the mission.
“I’m Sodapop. It’s nice meetin’ ya Da-zey,” Soda said with a grin, not knowing how badly he just messed up Dazai’s name.
“Da-zai,” He said awkwardly, seemingly like he was nervous about correcting him. Sodapop blushed at this correction and grinned sheepishly. He was quite handsome with his charming looks and charismatic grin.
“Well, nice meetin’ ya Dazai. I’m Two-bit,” He grinned as well, but there was an air around him that just made things humorous. Dazai could have been imagining it, though.
“Are you two brothers?” Dazai asked, wanting clarification if they were the Curtis brothers that Johnny had been talking about.
“Hell no. If I was related to this fool, I dont know what I’d do,” Sodapop said while giving a small snort. Two-bit gave him a mock offended look, making it more funny than it should have been.
“Ah, sorry about the mix up,” Dazai smiled shyly, though in his mind he was completely disgusted at this stupid behavior. It was pointless. But… For the mission. For. The. Mission. He repeated in his mind like a mantra, over and over again. He didn’t know long he’d be able to keep this shy and useless kid act up.
“All good, buddy. My brothers are Ponyboy, and Darry. Pony’s still asleep, and Darry is in the kitchen makin’ breakfast for us,” Dazai glanced over at what seemed to be a thirty-year-old man. This guy was their brother? He seemed older than he was. It was odd.
“Alright…” Dazai said cautiously, then a thought opped into his mind. Where were their parents? “Hey, if you don’t mind me asking, where are your parents?”
Sodapop froze, and looked at him for a moment, not knowing what to say at all to that question. Then he looked down with a solemn expression. Dazai immediately realized his mistake. He noticed the downcast and stricken expression. Even Two-bit, who seemingly didn’t get saddened easily looked a little sad.
“I’m so sorry, I-- I didn’t mean to… You don’t have to answer,” Dazai said quietly, putting on a guilty expression.
“No, no, it’s alright. Our parents died eight months ago, sadly,” Soda said softly, with a softened expression, no longer grinning. Dazai didn’t really care. People died all the time. Hell, he killed them himself. But, he had to keep his face up. No one could know.
“My condolences, but you’ve probably heard that a few times, huh?” Dazai said taking a hint of a sad smile, with solemn eyes, expressing a similar pain. Soda nodded. Two-bit piped up, not wanting to be on such a sore or sad subject. “Hey, Superman, we got a new kid in the house today!”
Darry finally looked over, not noticing the commotion or the new figure. Dazai noted how cold and distant this guy looked. A bit like Dazai when he was serious. But, less scary.
“What’s up, new kid,” Darry said slowly like he was testing the waters with Dazai. He wanted to know about this kid. Was he dangerous like Dally? Nervous and jittery like Johnny? Funny or charismatic like Two-bit or Soda? He wasn’t lying if he said he was curious. He noted the handsome, yet slightly cute features of the Asian boy.
“Hello, I’m Dazai. Darry, right?” Dazai said with a hint of questioning in his tone.
“That’s right, Dazai,” He said nonchalantly, studying the boy with his piercing and cold gaze. Though, his tone wasn’t as bad as his hard gaze. He continued, “So, how’d you meet Johnnycakes, huh?”
Dazai smiled at him, trying to break down those carefully crafted walls, analyzing Darry with his own gaze. However, his gaze was masking his intentions. His own walls being stronger, and unshakeable.
“We met while I was sleeping in the lot,” Dazai said evenly, not falling to the intense stare. He would stand his damn ground. He was already cringing from how bad of a role he had to play, he would not lose his dignity to this too.
“That right? Is this true, Johnnycakes?” Darry asked coolly, while some people might think that this was an innocent question, Dazai could tell that Darry didn’t trust him. At all.
“Yeah, says he’s homeless. I thought he could use a play to stay an’ all,” Johnny replied. Darry hummed at the thought. Dazai. Foreigner with no way to check his background, who could potentially be dangerous? Darry was weighing his options. Keep the kid, and don’t let him become homeless, ‘cause surely he’d be made fun of for being foreign. As well as he didn’t fit in at all. He would have no way to get on his feet without some help. But, he could be dangerous. That was a huge one. Alas, Darry couldn’t bear the thought of leaving the kid. He could die if he didn’t take him in.
“Alright. The kid can stay,”
What a damn wolf in sheep’s clothing.
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Dazai was slightly surprised by Darry’s answer, since he judged him to be a suspicious type of person. Someone who didn’t seem to be willing to take in a homeless kid that could be very well the death of him. Well, it wasn’t like he wasn’t going to take the damn offer. Too good to pass up. Way too good.
“Really? Thank you so much, sir,” Dazai said, smiling gratefully with a small twinkle of appreciation in his eyes. It looked so real… Yet, it was so fake. God, why did Dazai have to be so good at faking and masking emotions?
Darry nodded and went back to the kitchen to continue making breakfast.
Soon enough, a boy walked in. He was kind of tiny, younger, and noticeably looking like Sodapop. He assumed this was Ponyboy. He thinks. Pony looks at Dazai curiously, very obviously confused.
“Who’re you?” The boy asks.
“I’m Dazai. I’m moving in, I think. Your brother Darry said I could stay since I’m homeless. Johnny and I met at the lot. You’re Ponyboy, right?” Dazai explains without a hitch. Ponyboy nods. He seems a bit less perplexed now, which is good. He can’t afford to have anyone suspicious on his ass.
“Well, glad we could provide a place for you to stay, Dazai,” He replied casually, sitting down on the couch with Two-bit and Sodapop, watching cartoons.
Dazai watched them carefully, analyzing their every movement. Every habit. Things he could use in his favor. He would need every edge he could get. This was a solo mission, and in another country. He had no shot of back-up if he screwed this up. He didn’t want to seem awkward, so he sat down on a chair. He looked at the screen, as if he too was being sucked into the mindless cartoons. Far from the truth. His mind was on the mission. How would he get this information? What was Mori specifically even looking for? Damn, he hated when Mori was vague and mysterious like this because he could only think of Mori and his orders. Mori, of course, knew this. The bastard.
After thinking about the topic of his mission, Darry called out to the five boys, and they piled into the kitchen. Dazai, Ponyboy, Two-bit, Sodapop, and Johnny. The four sat down at the table and Dazai stood there awkwardly. He felt so uncomfortable. He, for once, didn’t know what to do with himself. He just kinda… Stood there.
Johnny noticed Dazai and rached over to him, leading him to the seat next to him.
“Sorry, you just looked awkward. No offense,” Johnny said with a small reassuring grin.
Dazai was slightly surprised by Johnny stepping up. He had pegged him the kinda guy who didn’t speak much, and only spoke when spoken to. Odd.
“Ah, thank you, Johnny. None taken, of course,” Dazai spoke softly with a small, grateful smile.
Johnny enjoyed Dazai smiles. He could tell that real, genuine ones from Dazai were rare. Johnny just seemingly basked in Dazai’s smile, taking it as a win. Darry had made eggs, each a different way for each guy. Since Darry hadn’t been expecting Dazai, there seemed to be nothing for him. Dazai didn’t mind, though. He didn’t want to eat. Nope.
Johnny looked over at Dazai, feeling slightly bad that he had nothing to eat. Johnny gave Dazai multiple glances during the meal. Dazai just gazed, not particularly at anything. Just kinda zoning off. He was lost in his own headspace.
Blank.
Blank.
Mori.
Mission.
Static.
Too much… Too many thoughts. Dazai couldn’t escape his head. He couldnt leave. No one was pulling him out. He was caught in his own mind. Not even he could navigate the dangerous territory. Goddamned. He needed out. Out of his thoughts. Johnny. Right?
Yes.
Johnny. Johnny would speak to him again. At some point. Right?
“Dazai!” Darry said harshly, snapping Dazai out of his trance. Dazai jumped and looked at them all with a surprised look. Everyone was staring at Dazai now, curious as to why in th ehll he would be spacing out that badly.
“Sorry, I just got lost in thought. I apologize,” Dazai grinned sheepishly, blushing slightly, after he forced his blood pressure to rise to his face. The Greasers were slightly shocked by Dazai’s manners. They had never met a homeless person so… polite. Usually, the homeless person would take their home for granted, and act irritable and ungrateful, which is why they didn’t let homeless in too often.
“It’s alright, Dazai. What were you thinkin’ ‘bout?” Pony asked curiously.
Dazai froze.
What was he supposed to say? Damn it. Um. Shoot.
Sweat fell down his face, and his heartbeat skyrocketed from nervousness. He immediately forced it to go back down using his skill to control it. It’s whatever. Dazai could handle this.
“Ah… I was thinking about… Home,” He said, which was again, vague but enough to satisfy nosy people, and also seemed like a truth.
The boys looked at him with a hint of sorrow. Except Darry. He was suspicious. Way too suspicious. Dazai tied the whole thing together by forcing himself to have glossy eyes and a somen expression. Now Darry bought that. His cold, hard eyes softened for a minute, feeling slightly bad for lie. The carefully crafted and unreal Dazai. Dazai. He wasn’t Dazai. No, he was the Demon Prodigy. The youngest Port Mafia Executive in history.
“I’m sorry, man. I hope we can make it slightly better here for you in Tulsa. It ain’t much, but we got each other. Right, guys?” Sodapop said, with a reassuring and understanding smile. He looked around and all the guys nodded in agreement.
Dazai pasted his grateful smile, and that got them his damn back. Finally. Annoying pests. He wishes he didn’t need them for information, or he would have killed them already…
Soon, the boys finally finish up breakfast and Pony has to go to school. Dazai approaches Ponyboy, asking him, “Hey, I’ve got nothing to do. Mind if I walk with you to your school?”
Pony is slightly surprised by Dazai’s offer, but he doesn’t mind. If he and Dazai walk together, they wouldnt get jumped by Socs as easily. Pony replies, “Sure, I don’t mind. Don’t wanna get jumped by the damn Socs anyways,” Pony can tell Dazai doesn’t really understand what Pony is saying before he explains, “Here, Socs jump us Greasers all the time if they travel alone. It’s better to walk with someone.”
“Oh, thank you for explaining,” Dazai said thoughtfully. Socs jumped Greasers often? Damn, he couldn’t wait to get jumped if he was being honest. He hasn’t gotten to take his frustration out on anything in a while. He usually would do it on himself, but he can’t risk passing out from blood loss since he’s in a different country, and Mori’s not here. An ambulance would be called, they’d ask questions.
Questions Dazai couldn’t afford to answer.
So, beating people up would have to do, he supposed.
And, with that, Dazai and Johnny headed out the door to school.
Let’s hope the sheep don’t provoke the wolf…
Notes:
OOOOO WILL DAZAI GET JUMPED??? EHEHEHEHEHEEHEHHEHEHE
Chapter 6: A/N
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Okay, so I had a friend read my beta doc, and she didn't understand it. Mostly because she didn't know who Dazai was, what he did, or why he acted that way. So, as a helpful hand, I will explain Dazai's character quickly.
Firstly, Dazai is a Japanese man from the fandom Bungou Stray Dogs. He is part of the port mafia in this world, which is a criminal organization. This organization deals with drug trading, selling guns, and other illegal activities. Dazai has brown, shaggy hair with brown, dark, soulless eyes. He tried to kill himself as a child at 14, where his doctor was the mafia boss. The mafia boss, Mori, took him in. He subjected Dazai to many torturous things, AKA abuse. He was also a pedophile (Mori). So, Dazai grew up without a childhood and therefore doesn't really understand human emotions. When he repeats that he was masking his emotions, it's because that's what he was taught.
Btw-- even though my stuff is Beta'd, please tell me if I have any grammatical errors.
Thanks!
(Btw, this was not beta'd. LOL.)
Chapter 7
Summary:
Filler chapter. Lol. plot will keep moving- and get more spicay next chappp I SWEARRR
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“Hey, you want that makeover before I go to school?” Johnny mused, “I wouldn't mind skippin' my morning classes and giving you a do-up. You could certainly use one,”
“Sure, I wouldn’t mind.”
Dazai had to fit in. Even if that meant he had to look like a damn hobo with greasy ass hair, so be it. He definitely had a competitive nature to him, whether it be beating our favorite redhead, or even just performing well on a mission, he had to be the best. With minimal effort, of course. It was a lot of work to be the best… But being the best… Damn, he really liked both.
Johnny grinned and grabbed Dazai’s hand quickly.
Dazai flinched at the sudden contact, but Johnny had turned his head around already, unknowing of the sudden flinch from the boy.
Johnny dragged Dazai along like a boy bringing his puppy home, and called out excitedly to Dazai, “Oh, you’re going to love it. You’ll fit right in, New Kid.”
Dazai cringed at the name. New Kid? Seriously? It wasn’t original, and super boring, hell, even the name he hated so much was better than that! At least it was cool, I mean ‘Demon Prodigy,’ how much better is that than New Kid?
Johnny noticed Dazai’s sullen look, and teased him, “What? You don’t like the name New Kid?” he mocked him playfully, “You’ll be fine, we’ll find you a new name that suits you soon. Or, you have to earn your name.” Huh. That wasn’t so different from the port mafia, he supposed.
“I suppose so. Just Dazai will work, for now.” He replied easily. Johnny nodded, Dazai could work. “Alright, if you want,” he continued, “Though we’d have to stop by my place, ya don’t mind, do ya?”
Dazai kind of did, his instinct just couldn’t bring him to trust just anyone. “No. I don't mind. Lead the way,” he said instead of just hurling right now at the prospect of trusting the other to bring him into his home.
So Johnny did, just down the road of Sutton and Pickett and another few blocks, they arrived at Johnny’s home. It was sort of rundown, and yellowish grass. Dazai would say this place is rather distasteful, but he could not be talking with his own home just being a shipping container and all…
“Can you stay out here for a minute? My pops don’t really like new people,” He was oddly skittish to Dazai, but he didn’t comment on it. “Yeah, I’ll wait out here for a minute,” He said with a smile, trying to show he somewhat understood Johnny-- that he had no reason to be nervous.
“Right,” He said affirmatively and headed into his home. Dazai stood outside awkwardly for a bit, even hearing some crashing sounds with a bit of yelling. Dazai cringed internally and decided to merely ignore it and poke around for a moment to observe his surroundings.
The street reeked of beer, piss, and something… slightly unintelligible, but it was salty with a hint of bitterness to it. He didn’t like it, either way. There were many more houses, just as rundown, if not, more. It was a place Dazai would usually spend his time at, considering he was a mafioso himself. He was used to this kind of environment. But he did have to wonder, was Johnny sensitive and couldn’t handle this kind of place? Would it eat him alive if he continued to be this soft? Dazai wasn’t sure, cause the kid seemed skittish to him. A skittish that should be hardened to survive this kind of place. Dazai didn’t worry, though. Johnny Cade was not his problem, after all.
Johnny finally came back out, to what Dazai had felt like to be a million years. He noted the bruised eye, and his eyebrow raised in disapprovement and curiosity.
“Something happen to you?” He asked, even though he had a very large inkling of what was going on. “It’s nothin’, man. Just was a bit clumsy and overexcited. Forgot to watch where I was going, and tripped.” Right. Sure. That’s what totally happened. But, Dazai didn’t press. He had his own secrets to be kept anyways.
“What is that, anyways?” Dazai transitioned the conversation elsewhere to ease the tension. It had worked well, considering Johnny had perked up. “Its hair oil. You can be a Greaser with me and my buddies,” A Greaser? Him? The Dazai Osamu? No way in hell.
“Interesting. Why do you do that?” Dazai was pretty curious if he was being honest. Americans sure were weird… He’d add this to his notes and report back to Mori about this odd tradition. But, no way in hell he was greasing his hair though.
“It’s to show who we are. We may have nothing, but we have our hair. To show and represent us, we grease it,” Johnny explained. Interesting. But, he didn’t think it’d be the kind of thing Mori would be looking for, so he discarded it after all.
“Do I have to wear the grease? I think I just prefer my long, beautiful, and might I say, luscious locks…,” He said dramatically. Johnny stared at him for a moment. He couldn’t really tell what the young Greaser was thinking but one thought did come to Dazai. A kicked puppy. Huh. What an odd feeling…
“No, I guess you don’t, but then people will think you’re a Soc or a hood. It doesn’t matter, I guess. If you change your mind, just tell me and we can grease your hair, yeah?” Johnny said assuringly and nodded. Dazai was slightly surprised he hadn’t tried to force him to learn their customs, but oh well.
“Now, let's get our way to school. Oh- I suppose we have to get you registered, maybe?” Johnny continued to ramble on, but he didn’t mind. He had his thoughts anyway, “Oh yeah, I’ll have to show you everywhere. Don’t get caught up with Socs, they judge anyone and everyone.” Dazai nodded and hummed along when he had needed to, going into autopilot mode sort of.
Johnny didn’t seem the type to talk a lot. He seemed very skittish. The type of kid not to stand out or try to be noticed one bit by anyone. It was odd that he talked to Dazai as much as he did. He must have felt comfortable with him, for some reason. But no way Dazai would feel comfortable with anyone, much less Johnny.
They walked, and after a bit, a comfortable silence settled over them.
Until they finally reached the Will Rogers High School. Dazai stared distastefully at the school. He didn’t like it and hadn’t attended. He was smart without much schooling anyways, and everyone was annoying. He stared at the abysmal place with clear disdain.
“You not like school? I don’t like school, thats for sure,” Johnny said as soon as he saw Dazai’s expression. “Yeah, it’s not very fun. It makes me wanna put a bullet to my head,” He commented without much thought. Johnny stared at him wide-eyed. “Don’t do that,” Johnny said quickly.
“What?” Dazai looked at him, confused as to why he would say that. In the mafia, this behavior was highly encouraged, since people wanted to claim his position. But, sadly, Dazai had to find a way to make it painless first.
“Don’t kill yourself. It’s… Just dont do it. Please,” Johnny looked at him with sad and puppy-dog-like eyes. His voice, absolutely pleading with Dazai. If he said he wouldn’t, then he’d get him off his back.
“Okay. I won't,” He said calmly, not wanting to alarm the boy further.
“Thank you…” Johnny sighed in relief.
Johnny smiled softly and walked into the school, expecting Dazai to follow.
Damn. These guys cared way too much, Dazai thought.
Chapter 8
Summary:
Dazai get a wittle angy at the end........
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Dazai walked into the school at a slow pace, trying to prolong the entry of the filthy place. He finally entered the school and looked around a bit. It was average. Yellow floors, gross drinking fountains, ugly lockers, god could you make a place any more unappealing?
Dazai scoffed quietly while making sure Johnny hadn’t seen him. He looked around for a few moments before speaking, “Quite the charming school you have,” He said sarcastically. Johnny grinned and laughed at Dazai’s sarcastic demeanor, finding humor in it. “It’s horriblel. If the gang’d let me, I’da dropped out by now. I ain’t smart or nothin’. My friend Ponyboy is awful smart, though. He even skipped a grade,” Johnny spoke without letting up, it was generally out of character for him. He didn’t know why he liked to talk to Dazai so much. He liked Pony, but he wouldn’t even speak to him this much.
“Huh. This Ponyboy, you like him?” Dazai asked curiously, he had seen and spoken with Pony, but not enough to really know him.
“Yeah, he’s a good buddy. We hang out sometimes,” Johnny said with a contemplative expression, “Why?”
“Oh, I guess I was just a bit curious. You speak about him like he’s important to you,” Dazai answered with a small smile. Johnny turned a bit red from the observation but said nothing. “Anyways, where’s the office?” Dazai questioned.
“Oh, it’s just down this hall. Follow me,” Johnny walked with Dazai down the hall to the office. It was kind of small, and had a desk with a lady. She had a weary expression with glasses, looking up at Dazai and Johnny. She smiled softly.
“Ah, Johnny, what are you doing here? Another injury?” She teased him slightly with a little grin, her expression lighting up a bit.
“No… My friend just moved here, he wants to enroll,” Johnny said, going back to his skittish and quiet demeanor that he put up around everyone else. Dazai immediately noticed this odd change in the boy.
“Hello there, I’m Dazai Osamu. I just moved here from Japan,” Dazai spoke curtly and politely.
“Right. Oh, it seems you’re already enrolled… Mori Ougai? Do you know him, Mr. Osamu?” She looked up at him with a questioning look. Dazai hated hearing that damn name. Ugh. What an idiot.
“Yes… He is my father,” Dazai said, and then spoke immediately after, “Adoptive,” He added, since Mori had a different last name.
“Alright, well I’ll get you your schedule, and you can be on your way,” She said curtly, “Johnny, do you mind being Mr. Osamu’s guide since it seems you already know him?”
Johnny nodded with a smile. The desk lady smiled back, happy to see Johnny smiling. She seemed to like Johnny a lot. The lady handed Dazai his schedule on a piece of paper. Dazai glanced at the paper, not really caring what his first class was. Johnny would handle it anyways.
“Hey, let me see,” He requested, and Dazai handed Johnny the paper.
“Looks like you got math first.. You’re with me!” Johnny exclaimed happily, having a small grin at Dazai. Dazai smiled softly back.
“Nice. Lead the way, Johnny,” Johnny nodded and started onward to his math class-- well, both of their math class.
Johnny finally lead them to the classroom, and entered quickly, handing the teacher a pass the desk lady had given them before they left. He murmured something to the teacher, most likely about Dazai’s arrival, because soon after the teacher grunted and got up.
“Everyone, listen up,” The teacher said with an authoritative voice. Everyone looked at the teacher curiously, and after a moment the teacher beckoned in Dazai.
“This is your new classmate, Dazai. He is a foreign exchange student from Japan,” The teacher continued, “Please treat him nicely. Dazai?”
Dazai finally spoke after clearing his throat, “Hello, my name is Dazai Osamu. It’s a pleasure to be here.” He spoke with his best even tone, not wanting to arouse any suspicion about his true intentions.
The students stared at him like he was a piece of meat, sizing up his small frame, but the girls swooned at his handsome features. Many were curious about his bandages. Johnny hadn’t said anything to be respectful, but Dazai had many bandages on.
“You may sit in the empty seat next to Mr. Sheperd,” The teacher then gestured to an empty desk next to a kid with curly black hair, and a mean look to him. Dazai nodded and went to go sit down.
As soon as Dazai sat down and the teacher continued to teach, the Sheperd kid spoke to him, “Hey, Dah-zee. Names Curly, you just moved here, yeah?” The kid, Curly, fucked Dazai’s name up. He was not happy about that and immediately corrected him.
“Da-ZAI. And, yes, I did just move here,” He said quietly, trying not to get caught talking.
“Right, right. Anyways, me and a few buddies are hangin’ out at the Dingo later- its a diner- ya wanna come?” He said with a sly grin. This kid was trouble. Dazai couldn’t afford to get into trouble with the police. They would ask questions. And they would start to dig up things about
Dazai. He couldn’t afford to get into trouble, no sir.
“Can’t. Hangin’ out with Johnny Cade. Do you know him?” Dazai answered promptly. Curly raised an eyebrow at that.
“Johnny Cade? That kid’s been scared of his own damn shadow since he got jumped earlier this year,” Dazai was slightly surprised at this revelation. Johnny got jumped? By whom? How? And Johnny hadn’t seemed too scared to Dazai. Maybe Johnny just felt naturally comfortable around Dazai. Maybe cause Dazai was in a similar situation of abuse. No. Dazai wasn’t… He wasn’t like Johnny. They never would be.
Because Dazai would never be human.
“Ah… Really? Johnny never told me that,” Dazai said without a hint of emotion. He didn’t care for that Johnny kid. Nope. He totally wasn’t going to track down the kid who did that and break every bone in his damn body. No way, no how.
“He doesn’t really mention it, but you can even see a scar on his face from it. Guess the kid who beat him up had rings,” Curly continued the explanation with a nonchalant demeanor.
“Do you know who did it?” Dazai asked, hiding his intentions with what he would do with that information.
“I think it was some Soc… Hob? No… Bob? Yeah. Bob Sheldon,” Curly had a bit of a hard time remembering, but he came up with the name eventually. Boy, if he knew what Dazai would do with that information, he would have never said anything about Johnny getting jumped.
“Thank you, Cur-” Dazai was cut off.
“Mr. Osamu, Mr. Sheperd! Would you like to share with the rest of the class what you’re talking about?” The teacher glared at the two students, but Dazai paid no mind, and neither did Curly. The two really were slackers.
“No, we’re good,” Curly said. “Good, now pay attention, boys,” The teacher scolded.
Now, back to Bob Sheldon.
He was in for another world of pain. He would be jumped by a mafioso. This would be fun.
Chapter 9
Summary:
New chapter- MOTIVATION EXISTS FOR ONCE??
ALso, I might post a new book becuz I have to do an outsiders project where I write two chapters from one of the gangs POV. I chose Johnny for chap two and Dally for chap 9, so I might post my project on here. Just a heads up if I do! ❤
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Dazai lingered in the class after it finished a bit longer. He was formulating a plan. Mori’s word would be followed, he would still be getting information on these gangs, while just doing Johnny somewhat a favor.
He stood up abruptly and walked over to Johnny. “Hey Johnny. You know where my next class is?” Dazai asked with a strained smile. He was close to losing his shit, but Johnny didn’t have to know that.
“Oh, let me check,” Johnny grabbed Dazai’s paper and looked at it for a moment, “yeah, you have Science next. I don’t have it, so you’ll have to ask someone else. Look, I gotta get goin’, hope you find your class!” And Johnny was off, leaving Dazai with his thoughts.
Damn. He was horrible with direction. Whatever. He wouldn’t be going to his next class anyway, he needed to figure out things with this Bob kid.
Dazai wandered around, seemingly looking for an exit, or maybe he’d find some kid willing to help him out with his conquest for revenge. (unknowing victim, of course.)
He wandered around a bit and then headed to the bathroom. You could always find at least one kid chilling in there. And yes, he did. It was another teen, but he didn’t have greased-up hair, most likely a Soc that the gang had been talking about.
The teen looked at him and sneered, a disgusted look on his face. “Didn’t know garbage went to school too,” He snickered. Dazai stared at him for a moment.
“Do you know a Bob Sheldon?” He said, discarding his blatant insult.
The kid rolled his eyes and replied, “And why would I answer hood trash like you?” Dazai was starting to get a bit annoyed, but he needed that information. Actually, maybe he could use a bit of force. Only if the kid pissed him off more.
“Y’know, what’s your name, hm?” He switched topics fairly quickly, a skill he’d learned early. He would have to find a roundabout way to get the information. The kid looked at him curiously at him not retorting an insult back, but instead with a question.
“It’s… My name is Randy. Randy Adderson. What about you, Grease?” The teen, Randy, looked at him a bit more cautiously. Guarded. Damn, he’d be a bit tough to crack, but it didn’t matter. Dazai had his methods, and for this one, he’d use manipulation.
“Dazai! Dazai Osamu. Good to be meeting you, Randy,” He said with a fake cheerfulness, acting excited and happy to meet someone he considered an idiot.
“Uh, yeah, sure,” Randy was cautious, but what Soc wasn’t? Dazai noted that the Socs didn’t seem to show their emotions often. Like him, he supposed. But that wasn’t here, nor there. “You’re a weird Greaser. Most would have jumped me with their switchblades by now. I’m alone, and you haven’t tried anything or said any insults. I'm surprised, Grease,” Randy spat out. Ah, that’s why he had been so guarded.
“I just moved here, so I don’t really know how this all works,” Dazai said with a smile. Randy stared at him with a blank expression, most likely sizing him up.
“You shouldn’t be too infected then,” Randy muttered, most likely to himself, “how’d you like to become a Soc? Cool, like us guys.” Dazai thought about this proposition. He did need to find out about Bob Sheldon. The others in the gang he hung out with probably wouldn’t be too keen on giving Dazai any details. But the Socs would probably brag about it. He’d be able to get more information. He would even be able to commit the betrayal of the century if he pulled this off. God, this was getting too good for Dazai’s twisted mind.
“Y’know what, you’re right. Those Greasers were total losers and all. Even found out one kid got jumped and couldn’t even handle it. Honestly, the little trash probably deserved it,” Dazai dished out. Damn, he did not like saying that, but he would. He needed to. Going undercover was a good skill. And damn did he need to now.
“Good to know you think so too, man,” Randy grinned, and he relaxed if only a little bit. A Soc would never truly relax, but he seemed more accepting of Dazai. “Let’s get you in with the others. There’s gonna be a party tonight. Girls, booze, and a whole ton of shit’ll go down. How you feel about that?
“I’ll go. Where is it?” Dazai knew this would be the perfect opportunity. He couldn’t wait to get his hands around Bob's throat.
“Meet me around the West side. There should be a bridge around there,” Randy said, and left the bathroom. Dazai kind of wanted to jump off that bridge. No. He did. But, he needed to get revenge, so maybe keep that bridge in mind for later.
West side. Bridge. Got it. This would be easy enough, right? But god damn it if Dazai was bad at directions… He’d have to ask someone where he could find it.
Dazai continued to loiter in the bathroom, mostly to think about his plans, about this whole situation honestly. He hadn’t much time to figure out this whole thing in all honesty. Let’s start from the beginning.
Mori, his boss, and abuser had asked him to come to this rundown place- Tulsa, Oklahoma. Great. He’d wanted him to gain information on American gangs, but wouldn’t it be easier to go to a place like New York for that? It didn’t matter to him. Right- his main mission. He got here, and kind of wandered. He’d fallen asleep in an empty lot, and met a kid- Johnny Cade. He got brought to the Curtis home, which had been nice enough, and introduced to Johnny’s gang. He went to school, and met Curly- a no-good hood it seemed like. Then he skipped classes and met this Randy kid. A Soc. He had asked Dazai to join him at a party, and now he was here, just chilling.
He wanted that kid dead. He would need preparation. Yes.
He picked up the phone.
Ring.
Ring.
Ring.
They picked up.
“Dazai! How sweet of you to call~!” The voice exclaimed cheerfully.
“Cut the shit. I need cash, and a few men down here,” Dazai muttered on the line.
“Aww… You don’t wanna have a nice chat with Mori?” The voice- Mori- mocked a pout before going back to a more serious tone, “Alright, I suppose I can arrange that. But, do remember to stay on track Dazai. And always remember not to grow any attachments!”
Dazai scoffed. Him? Grow an attachment? Never. No way in hell.
“Just get the things I need. When will they be down here?” Dazai asked.
“I was just going to pay off the police, and a few others. It should be done in a few hours. Please don’t cause too much ruckus, my dear Dazai…,” Mori hummed.
“Yeah, yeah. Shut your mouth, old man. Update later,” He said gruffly and hung up. Dazai sighed and stared at the wall for a few moments. He needed a drink. He stood up properly and walked out of the bathroom.
He exited the school, not saying a word as he left.
He would need to find that park before nightfall.
And then, his revenge plan would be enacted.
Dazai grinned to himself, an unhinged and crazy one, a smile that reflected his own mental stability.
Better be ready, Bob Sheldon.
Chapter 10: A/N
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HI!
Lately I've been getting a few comments about finishing or writing this/ continuing.
IM TRYING AAA
I'm writing chapter 9 currently, but I haven't had literally any time because I've been so busy with basketball, and competitions for quiz bowl, preparing questions for my mock trial as a defense attorney, and track is coming up... Ugh. I have so much shit going on, and I WILL finish the fic, but it will just take a lot more time than expected with all these things that are coming up for me. I LOVE YOU ALL, YOUR AMAZING COMMENTS, KUDOS, READS, AND LOVE!
Take care, and have a lovely evening, morning, night, or afternoon!
Chapter 11
Summary:
Dazai meets his very awesome new bodygaurds/caretakers/worker/babysitters.
Notes:
IM bAKCKSDKF JDSLFJDSLJFWJIEFJWOE HEHEHEHEHHE. I didn't write much and I am so sorry, but I felt like i ATLEAST owed yall another chapter after being gone so long////...
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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Dazai left the school immediately. A scheme like this needed time, and thought. School was a waste, anyways. He knew these subjects-- as Mori shoved it into his brain, annoyingly enough. Something about “You need to be a smart dog!”
Eugh. Just the thought left Dazai shivering in pure disgust.
Dazai definitely needed a plan before he was going to do this. He needed to prepare first too, and pick up the items Mori was going to give him. Dazai leisurely walked to the Curtis home, but he had a purpose. His mind was running a mile a minute, figuring things out already. He pulled out his phone and shot a text to Mori.
Dazai 2:27: How much are you sending me.
Child-Touching Shotacon That Also Happens To Be A Lolicon (Mori) 2:27: How about $3,000 for the month? (A/N: for those curious, $3,000 back then (this is taking place in 1965) is worth $30,254.38 now. I’d imagine Mori would send over huge amounts of money all the time, sugar daddy style…)
Dazai 2:27: How many men.
Child-Touching Shotacon That Also Happens To Be A Lolicon (Mori) 2:28: Just two! I’m not sure what their names are, but I’m sure they’ll just die anyway! (≧▽≦)
Dazai 2:28: I’m not doing that. Bye.
Dazai put his phone down and sighed, and then looked at a notification that said he had gotten a wire transfer for $3,000 that Mori said he’d wire.
Here was Dazai’s plan so far:
First, buy a gun, ammo, a knife, cleaning supplies, rope, an apartment, and a gun safe. Maybe a drink while he was at it. He really, really wanted one. Of course, as a child he wouldn’t be allowed to buy these items, but he would just use one of the goons or just his fake ID. When Mori had mentioned that the men would just die, he ruffled slightly in disgust. The notion of letting men die for him was normal, being in the mafia, but still. He would just put the feelings into a box, and then cut them out of his body (skin). So what, he cut? He was just.. Getting rid of the feelings that shouldn’t be there. He couldn’t afford to feel them. He was getting off track now. Dazai shook his head and thought about the next part.
Next, he’d head to the party, and get Bob high-- not just drunk. He’d spike his drink. Dazai would slowly coax Bob into a secluded place while he was in that vulnerable position. He’d time him up and wait till the next morning, and when Bob was awake, that’s when Dazai would start his fun. He wouldn’t kill him. Just a bit of torture. Not killing. Yet.
That was the gist, and when Bob went missing, who would accuse the poor, homeless, Japanese kid that just arrived in America? Dazai had even used a poor Japanese accent when he spoke, just in case. (A/N: Honestly, I’d imagine Dazai wanting to act as helpless as he could. Like, he’d have perfect English, but chooses to fake a Japanese accent so it seems like he’s helpless. Just thought I’d mention it-- maybe it helps ya imagine his voice, but I like adding little details like that!)
While Dazai loved the thought already, he still needed to prepare… Through hard work . Ew. Dazai hated working hard. But, he supposed it was necessary. As much as he hated hard work, he thought he was beginning to hate Bob Sheldon even more.
With that, Dazai arrived at the destination of his new… Helpers, would be. It was a man and a woman. The man had short blonde hair (Messy textured crop), and striking blue eyes. He was white and wore casual clothes, a tank top, and jeans. He had defined muscles in his arms, standing casually against a wall with a cigarette in hand as he flicked his lighter to life. The woman was a brunette with a bit of color to her skin, but not black. (A/N: I wanted it to be a black woman, but I was trying to be realistic! After doing a bit of research, I found out that Tulsa actually was quite populated with black people, but they were openly discriminated. While I would love for her to be black, I don’t think Mori would hire anyone black-- maybe even a bit of openly racist to people… JUST MY TAKE PLEEASE DON’T HATE MEEEE…) Her eyes we’re a deep emerald green, and she wore a jean jacket with a tank top and jeans with ripped holes-- most likely scuffed from usage-- but her hair was in a tight bun. Her stature was close to the man's height, and as Dazai estimated, it was probably about 6’3” for the man, and 5’11” for the woman.
Dazai frowned. He was shorter than them both, standing at 5’1”. Damn it, Mori probably hired tall people just so he would be shorter than them. Or maybe not. Mori was weird like that.
“You’re what I’m working with?” Dazai said with disgust. He needed to get a feel for them first. If they didn’t question why he was so rude, then he’d know they were just loyal dogs. If they fought back, then he’d know they had some spirit and dignity. Both of them raised their brows and looked at each other. The man answered first.
“Excuse me?” He said a bit defensively. The woman looked a bit offended, too. Dazai raised a brow. So, definitely had a bit of dignity and self-preservation.
“Apologies. I’ll be the one you’re working for. You got any fears about killin’ someone, then grow a stomach. Got a problem with me, I’ll take you. I’m not one to mess around, and don’t expect me to care for your lives,” Dazai said bluntly, a stern expression on his face. The two adults were a bit surprised about this kid. He looked a bit fragile, they weren’t expecting him to be so… Mature, and in control. “Alright, kid. We don’t mind that. Came straight from New York here,” The woman answered with a good-natured grin. Dazai didn’t know how to feel about them. They seemed friendly. Too friendly, so they had to be hiding something… (They weren’t. Lol.)
“Names Herman!” The man said cheerfully, holding out his hand. Dazai stared at his hand, and then looked back up at Joeph. He didn’t shake hands. The woman quickly spoke up, “And I’m Jolie.” Dazai observed them both once more. He wasn’t sure how to feel about them.
“...Follow me,” Dazai said, turning and walking away. The two newcomers perked up like dogs and trailed Dazai like two puppies. They had bright grins, which was different than the frown the teen wore. Dazai turned to the man, “You, first, I need you to buy me the cheapest apartment you can find. Woman, I’ll need a few firearms. A nice pistol, and maybe some rope,” As he said that, he secretly thought about the ways he could kill himself with the rope. It was a nice thought-- that didn’t last very long.
“And just where are we gonna get this money, kid?” The man (Hellon? He-man? No, no.. Herman? Yeah, Herman.) questioned with a raised brow and a skeptical expression.
“I’ll give you my bank info, but if you take any cash that isn’t yours… Well, you won’t like that ending. But trust me, you don’t want to know. Especially not from someone like me,” Dazai remarked, a cold glare for extra measure sent Herman's way. The woman, Jolie, just smiled in amusement at the two’s back-and-forth.
“Whatever. Anyways, my number is ***-***-****,” Herman grinned. Dazai pulled out his phone and put it in. Jolie didn’t, so they obviously got acquainted while Dazai was still walking there. Dazai shot over a text, just so Herman could text when he got the apartment.
"Text me Jolie's number. Bye. I have things to do," Dazai grumbled and walked in another direction, leaving the two. They looked at each other, then at Dazai questioningly. He didn't really have anything to do. He just didn't feel like dealing with two oversized dogs. If he got any closer, he knew they'd be worse than they were. They were already bad.
The worst part? Dazai almost smiled grimaced while talking to them. Talk about attachments.
Notes:
Herman and Jolie: hehe, short boi
Dazai: i will kill u
Herman and Jolie: hehe, short boi is threatening us
Dazai: I HATE YOU (he doesn't)
Chapter 12
Notes:
IM SO SOWWY FOR NOT UPDATINGGGFG… but the thing I usually write on (computer) got taken away because I used my school computer and I’m moving up to high school so now I don’t have a computer and I had to use my phone, but I didn’t wanna use my phone because who the fuck writes on a phone?? Anyways, I finally did write on my phone because I can’t abandon y’all like that because I’m too lazy to write on a phone, so here’s a chapter!!!
Chapter Text
Now, Dazai actually had shit to do. For some reason. He tapped on his phone for no reason whatsoever as he walked to his destination, not really interested in the scenery. Tulsa was a desolated shithole, so why would Dazai wanna look at it? He doesn’t, so he’s not.
After a bit of walking, he reached the place. A shady alley! Just the pinnacle of engineering in Dazai’s opinion. A dark, scary, and oddly great way to make deals that are less than ideal to a regular civilian.
“Jack? Jack Thomas?” Dazai called in the alley without fear. No fear needed when you’re the demon prodigy, and are an absolute monster when it comes to a battle of wits. “Mori sent me from Japan. I’m here to pick up my ID for the US.” No one replied, but a man stepped up with a chershire cat grin. “Dazai, what a pretty boy you are..” Jack tsk’ed softly. “Too bad Mori owns you. Dazai bristled at the comment, his eyes narrowing with a dangerous intensity as his relationship concerning Mori was brought up. “…Do you have the fucking product or not?” Dazai snarled and took a step forward. Jack took a step back with a grin and held his hands up in a placating gesture, trying to hold some semblance of peace. “Calm down, pretty boy… I got it right here,” Jack pulled out a small baggie and handed it to Dazai. Dazai snatched it immediately.
”It’s too bad the Port Mafia can’t leave any evidence. Mess would be too big if anything got out that Japanese mafiosos were infiltrating…” Dazai mocked Jacks ‘tsks’ from before before pulling out a small pocketknife from his person and slashed at Jacks throat. Jack gasped— more like gurgled, unfortunately— and looked at Dazai in horror. His grin and arrogance long gone in place of an all-consuming fear of death in that small moment. So insignificant. Jacks knees buckled, and he fell. He felt at his throat desperately, and looked at his hands… Blood. There was so much… It wasn’t stopping, and Dazai… Well, Dazai was just enjoying this moment. Picturing it as that stupid Socs face— Bob Sheldon.
Soon enough, the life fell from Jacks face. He head hit the floor with a small ‘thunk’.
Dazai was by no means messy when it came to something so complicated as murder. He dialed Herman, certainly in no hurry though.
Ring one.
Ring two.
”Yes?”
“Herman, I need your assistance.”
”With?”
”Murder. Come to ***.”
”…You’re joking, right?”
”No. This is what you were hired for.”
”NOT MURDER.”
”No, you were hired to assist me. And I need assistance with a murder. If you can’t handle it, Herman, than quit, because I don’t need any weak-minded people on my side.”
Herman said nothing. He was silent, either contemplating or guilt, Dazai didn’t know, nor did he care.
“Just get the job done.”
Herman hung up on Dazai after that. Herman was disgruntled by the request, but he had accepted it. He had been informed of Dazais… Background, and what he was getting into. He HAD signed that contract. Herman would do it.
Dazai walked away from the scene, unperturbed by the notion of the heinous crime he’d committed. He flipped the baggie and then flipped it again, taking in the contents. It was a picture of him, his age (it said he was 21. He was most certainly was not, but since when did Dazai care about the law?), height, hair color, blood type, birth date, and expiration date. Most of it was a lie, except the height, hair color, and photo. Dazai was content with the ID, now planning the things he could do with it.
He could buy alcohol to drown out the voices… He could buy a gun to shot himself with— maybe even get a bit creative with the death! Buy a bunch of acid, coat it on a small knife, and cut himself, so he’ll slowly disintegrate to death by the acid coated on the knife…
Get your head in the game Dazai! Dazai shook his head as soon as he thought about that, needing to actually be productive (unfortunately for him). Dazai walked, but something was off. Dazai is always aware of his surroundings, and as a byproduct of that, he can tell a car is following him. He whipped out a small pair of reflective sunglasses, and looked behind himself with it. A red corvette. To be specific, a 1962 Chevrolet corvette.
A few kids were laughing, drinking, and just generally being a disturbance to the peace in their fancy-ass car. Probably thought they were cool or some shit. Dazai had bet another Soc before, Randy.
The red corvette slowed down as soon as they spotted Dazai. Each of them grew small small grins, each one more sinister than the last. The red corvette pulled up in front of Dazai, blocking his path. He made a scrunched up face, screaming pure annoyance at the disruption of his thoughts about suicide…
“Hey grease! Looks like you could use a tune up, get your head outta the clouds, huh?”
Dazai didn’t react to the obvious insult about his head being in the clouds. The Socs, of course, did not like that. They wanted a reaction. They thrived off the idea that they caused that kind of reaction in someone.
“Do you guys got whiskey in there?” Dazai said blankly. He really needed a drink after this week. He’s been saying this heLLO— and now he was just going to outright ask. The Socs faces morphed into confusion and disgust at the thought of giving a greaser their drinks.
“None for you, little punk.”
“What??! Why not? I need a drink after this terrible thing that happened today, and the feeling of just floating away and not having to actually deal with it sounds soooo awesome right now..” Dazai ranted sadly, but also animatedly, his Japanese accent there. The Socs looked at each other before one asked, “You an immigrant?” Dazai paused before grinning.
“Foreigner. I’m only here to learn! I really need an education from very educated people such as yourselves…!” Dazai said mockingly, but disguised it as distress. He needed to be on good graces with both sides. Being a one man team? Yeah, he needed to know what was going on the two sides of the coin. More information, the better. The Socs looked at each other, thinking about it. They had been needing a lackey, an errand boy that would do things for them. They enjoyed the thought of having that kind of control over a person. So, they agreed, “Why don’t we be friends then, Chink?” (A Chink is an ethnic slur, usually calling someone of Chinese descent this, but since they’re racist as fuck, they just apply it to all Asian people because they think they look the same. Dazai, of course, knows the meaning and refuses to acknowledge it even though if he wasn’t pretending, he shoot each of them in that very moment, haha!)
“Oh, okay! I’m Dazai,” He said cheerfully, and extended a hand.
Not one of them took it, for fear of getting dirty. Though, one of them spoke up, even if the disdain in their voice was clear as day, “I’m Jay, that’s Ken, there’s Eric, and Cole.”
Jay had blonde hair with a pale complexion, and a smattering of freckles. Ken had brown hair, blue eyes, and a green letterman jacket. Eric had a buzz, but his short hairs were brown, and he had amber eyes. Cole had brown hair with green eyes and nothing else really defining him. Dazai really didn’t care for them or their names, so he’d just name them based on their features. Jay would be Freckles, Ken would be Jacket, Eric would be Buzz, and Cole would be Moron— mostly because he wasn’t interesting and he couldn’t think of anything.
Buzz grinned. “Hop in the car, Chink. We’ll show you around town.”
Dazai nodded and hopped in. This would give him a good lay of the land, since he’s only been on foot this whole time.
Without warning, the corvette sped off.
Damn. He still needed a gun. He’d probably ask them to drop him off on the side of the road after passing the gun store or something.
“Hey, can you take me a West Side bridge? I need to meet a buddy there.” Dazai asked politely. The guys looked at each other before shrugging. The one driving, Jacket, took a sharp turn and they were off to meet Randy.
Boy, he did not want to abandon Johnny he felt bad but he needed to do this. It was for the mission it was for Johnny, not for Johnny.
Chapter 13
Summary:
I think I’m just good at putting stuff off with filler and keeping you guys waiting hehe 🤪🤪🤪
Notes:
Sowwy it was a small chapter, but I wanted to get something out and this was all I could write, chat…
Chapter Text
The group traveled along the road, mostly filled with laughing and beer. The five of them were off, Dazai quietly contemplating a few things.
“Hey, Chink! You alive back there, or should I start speaking Chinese for you to understand us?” Moron laughed, and the other followed along, finding his racist joke quite funny.
“ 私は日本人だ、バカ。 ” Dazai replied curtly, his eyes icy and his voice tinged with just a bit of an edge. The others looked at each other confusedly, unaware of what Dazai had said.
“Ching Chong wing wong? We don’t understand you, fuckin’ Chinaman.” Jacket said, his voice annoyed and slightly irritated that Dazai wasn’t speaking English to them.
“I said, I am Japanese.” Of course, Dazai wouldn’t be adding on that he called them an idiot or anything…
“Japanese, Chinese, it’s all in the ‘ese’ category, right? Chinese, Japanese, Koreanese… All of you are Asian anyways!” Buzz declared and the other three laughed, giving each other five bumps and high fives for their little joke. Dazai grit his teeth and spoke quietly, “Are we almost there, or what?”
Jacket rolled his eyes and spoke, “We’re already here, Chink. Now get the hell out before you dirty my car with more of your China words.”
Dazai hopped out fairly quickly as glared at them as they left Dazai to his own devices.
Dazai met up with Randy, flashing him a quick smile.
“Hello, friend-o!” Dazai cheered.
“Hey Dazai, took you long enough… Thought you had ditched my ass,” Randy raised a brow and continued to speak, “The hell too you so long, kid?”
“I had to run a few errands, is all!” Dazai waved him off. “Meeting at a bridge, huh? Pretty nice distance from the ground.. I’d adore to do a double suicide with you, Randy!”
Randy paused, staring at Dazai. He just sat there, staring with a confused and maybe slightly disturbed expression.
“Dazai, what the fuck did you just say?” Randy asked, unbelieving of what he had just heard.
“A double suicide. Regular suicide is so boring and painful… Maybe doing it with a friend or beautiful lady will make it better?” Dazai said, as if it were the most reasonable thing in the world. It wasn’t, and where Randy had come from? The contemplation of suicide was unheard of. In a Socs life, you didn’t let your emotions overtake you— you drank them away and bottled them up in the drink you drank.
“Um.. I don’t know about you, but we don’t do that here, Dazai…” Randy said awkwardly, looking away. “Plus, if you wanna survive in America, you don’t tell anyone how you feel, Dazai. It’s dangerous to show your hand to these guys. When we get to the party, you don’t tell anyone you wanna die. Got it?” Dazai paused at Randy’s words. He thought for a minute. He did need to get that info, or Mori would have his ass on a platter. Fuck. Dazai just shivered in fear a bit at the acknowledgment of what would happen if he didn’t play his part. His eyes darkened just a bit— lost that glimmer of a person for a moment. A brief reprieve of sinking into reality. Then, just as quick as the moment had come, it was gone.
“Ah… I suppose..” Dazai smiled, already brushing it off, “But this bridge is just so alluring to jump off of, don’t you think?” Randy just stood there and stood at Dazai before sighing and shaking his head.
“Whatever… Don’t say I didn’t warn you!” Randy grumbled and turned around, looking behind himself after, “Let’s go, kid.”
Dazai grinned and hopped along with Randy, headed to the party that seemed like it was taking forever to get to. How long did a day last— or at least felt like it lasted…? The two walked relatively silently. It wasn’t awkward, though. For Dazai, at least. Randy was a bit thrown off by the whole ‘I wanna die! Let’s jump off a bridge, Randy!’ thing..
Dazai looked around as they walked. It was quite peaceful, as they started to leave the more ghetto side into a nicer and more ‘picket fence’ type homes. The lawns were green, mowed— even the air was a bit crisper over here. The trees flowed in the slightly warm breeze, the flowers they passed looking radiant as the last bits of the golden sun loomed on the petals. The sidewalk was more even, even a few birds singing their tune.
“Dazai!”
Dazai paused, he had been lost in thought about his scenery, that he had completely forgotten about Randy and the party. About his worries. About everything, really, just living in the moment.
“Yes, my friend-o?” Randy looked at Dazai curiously before asking, “Something up with you, man? Your heads been in the damn clouds,” Dazai just smiled teasingly and said, “What? You were paying attention to me this whole time? You make me feel so special!”
Randy sputtered and looked away. His face slightly became red and he scowled.
“I was not watching you or anything! I just.. Noticed, is all,” Randy grumbled, before looking back at Dazai. Dazai just shrugged and hummed with a smile.
“Hey! Is that our party?” Dazai raised a brow and pointed to a loud house— teenagers everywhere, surrounding it. Randy nodded, “That’s the party. Let’s go, before all the good booze gets taken!”
Dazai and Randy ran off to the home.
Chapter 14
Summary:
Basically, Dazai meets Cherry and Marcia and they go to the movies. WHAAAAT??
Notes:
GOT A NEWER, NICER COMPUTER AND SO MUCH TIME, WITH THAT, COMES THE MOTIVATIONNNNN..
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Randy reached the home first. Being a much larger, and older boy than Dazai, his long legs ate the distance that Dazai could not. As Randy already arrived at the party, he immediately went to look for his friend, Bob, leavng Dazai to fend for himself for now. Dazai didn't mind, though. He wanted to be able to scout escape routes, possible allies, and just get a feel for the people here.
So far, from he'd gathered, this wasn't so much gangs and rivalries that Dazai was really used to. These were just kids beating on kids. They weren't even fighting for a reason. Well, not exactly 'no reason'. The poor and rich are always at each others throats. But still, Dazai was used to multiconglomerative corporations fighting for millions of dollars through trafficking, drugs, and atrocious violence. Why had Mori sent him here? This couldn't have been all there was to offer in America. It couldn't.
Rich and poor. What a joke, Dazai thought. He sighed and pushed through the crowd. A few people eyed him suspiciously, his attire and attitude much different from theirs. An outsider. This deep in their territory? Not unheard of, but most of the time, they were up to no good, those damn hoodlums. In the corner, though, stood a girl with fiery red hair and another girl with brown hair and slightly tan skin. Each were pretty in their own right. The two glanced, and then looked away at Dazai. His interest had been piqued. It wasn't that they were pretty, or kept stealing glances at him, but because they weren't drinking, or making out, or dancing. It was odd, because he expected at least a red cup with some of that delicous intoxicating liquid in hand to pass the time. So, he approached.
"Hallo! I seen you two stare at me," He commented as he approached the two girls.
"Yeah. We thought you looked interesting. You're not from around here, are you?" The girl with the fiery red hair replied.
"Yeah! You're very weird looking. Your eyes are just so tiny," The girl with the brown hair said, her ignorance peaking at this moment. It irritated Dazai to his core.
"Ah, yes, I am not from around America. I am from Japan. Tokyo, to be exact." He said with a smile, dismissing Brown Hair's comment for the time being.
"Tokyo? I've always wanted to go there... It's supposed to be very pretty. My daddy's gone there a few times. He say's it's nice." Brown Hair replied. Dazai assued that he must have neer been to more... Dangerous sides that make up Tokyo as well. The trafficking, the drugs, the weapons... Ah, best to let the Americans live their delusional fantasy's.
"Very. The sunsets are my favorite," Dazai sid to Brown hair, "Apologies for not introducing myself. Dazai. Dazai Osamu."
"Ah! Nice to meet you, my names Marcia, and this is my friend Cherry!" Brown Hair, now Marcia, said to Dazai.
"Cherry? It suits you," Dazai said to Cherry with a smile, the red haired girl raising a brow in return to Dazai.
"Thanks. It's very nice to meet you, Dazai, but Marcia and I have a movie to catch," Cherry said to Marcia. Marcia bobbed her head in agreement, "Yes! I think it was that beach movie? Didn't Bob say he was going to come?" Cherry's face hardened at the mention of Bob. Huh. Interesting. "Bob ain't comin', and we ain't talkin' until he gives up the booze. C'mon, Marcia,"
"Can I come?" Dazai asked, interjected into the conversation. The two girls stared at him before looking at each other and then back at him.
"Sure, Dazai. Protect us from those boys, won't you?" Cherry asked with a teasing smile. She was teasing him about his height and small stature, Marcia seeming to catch on a let out a small giggle. Dazai gave her a slight glare, but relented, "Yeah, I'll be all strong and beat anyone who messes with you."
Cherry, Marcia, and Dazai were off to the drive-in movie. The two girls giggled and gossiped as they walked, but Dazai was silent. Everything they did, seemed so ingenuine.
It was crazy, really. They seemed like such good friends, the best, really, but if they couldn't be honest with even each other, who really were they? Each person had depth to them, even the most shallow. They have character. That's what makes someone so unlikable or charismatic. It's what makes a person, a person. There was something deeper in Cherry's tone which had set this alarm off in Dazai, which even led him to thinking about all this. People. He'd studied psychology, mostly to help with breaking people during torture, but it hadn't satiated his curiosity about the complexities of the human mind. He couldn't help it, really, because he couldn't understand it. He didn't feel human. He didn't have those... Those feelings about wanting to fit in. About dating girls, or maybe wanting to be on top. He simply existed without that purpose that drove people forward so much. But, he let the thoughts brew and simmer beneath his skin. His mask.
The trio reached the drive-in, and Cherry paid for it, letting them all in. Marcia swore she'd pay Cherry back (she never has), and Dazai just nodded and said a simple thank you. The three were seated, and Dazai kept thinking. The beach flick wasn't enough to keep his mind wandering, the dullness of the movie too mind numbing for him to even put on a farce of actually paying attention to the damn thing. Then... They came. A boy with greased platinum blonde hair, scrawny but strong enough body, and a few scars. Another, shorter, boy with long brown hair, also greased, and kind eyes. Wait, it was them. Dally, Pony, and Johnny!
Dazai wanted to turn around and talk to Johnny, but he wanted to see how this would play out. Observe a bit. Just because he was around softie Americans, didn't mean he'd lost any edge when it came to being as skilled as he was. Collect information, interact, manipulate, and get desired outcome (violence may happen during one of these four steps). It was an old method, but one of Dazai's favorites, since he didn't have to do much work. He could do it in his sleep at this point (he rarely slept, but that's okay. Mori didn't either, heh heh).
Thus, the other trio sat down behind them, and Dazai immediately noticed the mischievous smile Dally wore. He started to talk very obnoxiously about very... Ahem, embarrassing things. Which may or may not include "broad", "scream", and "tits". Dazai grew annoyed slightly at this. Such children, Dazai thought boredly. He'd still observe, of course, but this was just plain annoying and ridiculous on Dally's part. And to Dazai, it just make him look like an uneducated fool. Then, he started kicking their chairs. Alright, had had enough, he would not accept this disrespect! But Cherry had beat him to the punch.
"Do you really have to do that?!" Cherry whipped around and stared Dallas dead in the eyes, her own fierce and Dally's filled with amusement.
Dazai turned around and stared right at Johnny, seeing that Johnny and Pony looked slightly uncomfortable at this predicament, but then Johnny caught eyes with Dazai and his own widended.
"Dazai?! What're you doin' with them Soc girls?" Johnny said, his puppy dog eyes filled with surprise and shock.
"You know these people, Dazai?" Cherry said to Dazai, looking at him suspiciously.
"Yeah, we just met a day ago. He said he was busy doin' stuff, though..." Johnny said, slightly hurt that Dazai would ditch them to hang out with some girls.
"Wait, wait, wait, Johnnycakes, this the Japanese Daz-ey friend you've been going on about nonstop? And now he's done ditched you for these girls?" Dally said with accusing and cold eyes, and anyone less than Dazai, it would make them shiver in fear.
"Look, you have wrong idea. Dazai invited by Randy to party, and then Randy left me. These two picked me up like a lost cat!" Dazai said, feigning a mask. He looked lost, a little sad, too. The girls nodded in agreement. Johnny looked slightly better at this revelation.
"Well, I guess that's a bit better, but still, what were you doin' a Soc party, Dazai?" Dazai was asked by Ponyboy, who finally spoke up. Smart kid, Dazai thought. Dangerous kid, though. Dazai shrugged in response.
"I just wanted to make a few new friends, is all," He replied dismissively.
"With Socs, Da-zey?" Dally said, still with the accusing tone in his voice. He probably wouldn't let this go. Or maybe he would.
"Da-zai. And I haven't been introduced to you yet. You are...?" (A/N: GANG. I forgot in the story that Dally was never introduced to Dazai, so pretend all those times I mentioned Dally, that Dazai no clue who tf that was and we did cuz were cool like that. Dally only knew cuz Johnny loves Dazai and wouldn't stop talking abt his friend.)
"Dallas. Dallas Winston, but you can call me Dally."
Dally. Dallas was a place in the state Texas, wasn't it? Dazai hadn't touched up on his geography in the Americas in a while. What an odd name.
"Does that make you from Texas?" Dazai asked with a raised brow and a grin.
"No. I'm from New York streets. Somethin' you wouldn't know one clue about, Da-zEY," Dally said aggressively.
"Calm down, Dally! He didn't mean nothin' by it!" Johnny snapped at Dally. Dally stared at Johnny, like he just might hit him, but he didn't. Johnny never spoke up, so what was that about? Dally just stared hardly before scoffing and walking away with a curse under his breath.
Notes:
WERE GETTING ON WITH PLOT IN THE STORY OMG, WHAAAAT?? Just want ya'll to know-- THAT NONE OF THIS IS PLANNED OUT. NOT A SINGLE BIT. I just run with what sounds like would kinda maybe be interesting, and possibly keep plot going. AND IT ACTUALLY ALIGNED WITH THE STORY GANG, I'M SO HAPPY
Chapter 15
Summary:
Bob. Bob Sheldon. AND. AN UNEXPECTED TWIST OF MY OWN HEH.
Chapter Text
The movie ended, and the five of them (Two-bit had somehow stumbled his way back to 4 them) headed out of the drive-in, just walking and talking. Cherry and Marcia were being walked by Dazai, Johnny, Ponyboy, and Two-bit.
"So, Pony," Cherry mused and glanced at him.
"Hm?" Pony raised his head, seemingly just roused out of his thoughts at the moment.
"Tell my about yourself, Pony. You're the most quiet, even from your jittery friend here," Cherry glanced at Johnny, but didn't point fingers. They all knew she was referring to Johnny, but said nothing. (At this point, Two-bit(ch) and Marcia had started to talk, giggling and getting to know each other. It made Dazai want to gag.)
"Well... I guess my parents died, an ever since then, my brothers been takin' care of me. Darrel, who everyone calls Darry, and my brother Sodapop," Pony said firmly and nodded. Cherry raised a brow at the mention of Soda.
"That movie-star lookin' boy? I've seen him around, working at that gas station. The DX," Cherry said with a sly grin and tilted her head, "Didn't he drop out?" Drop out? That caught Dazai's interest. I mean, nothing. He totally wasn't absolutely loving this gossip. Not him.
"School wasn't for him. He ain't dumb! Just cause school wasn't for him, don't mean he ain't smart in other things. You give him a broken car, and a few hours, and he'll have it fixed up 30 minutes before it!" Pony defended his brother, his protectiveness shining. Dazai wished so dearly that he could have someone to protect him like that. He never would, though. Not once they really got to know him. To know the Demon Prodigy. The Youngest Port Mafia Executive.
"Alright, alright. Sorry. It's just... All the girls in school were so sad when he dropped out, I mean, the boy was drop-dead gorgeous. I think you're not bad looking yourself, but you're... Different. Softer, somehow?" At that admission from Cherry, Pony's ears went red, from embarrassment or shyness, Dazai couldn't tell. Probably a mix of both.
"I ain't soft. I know I ain't a muscely guy like Darry, or charming in a tuff way like Soda, but I ain't soft. I just... Appreciate things that others don't. Like a sunset, or sunrise. I try to talk to the other guys about that stuff, but they just look at me like I've lost my damn head. Why ain't a sunset tuff like a greasers hair? I think they're both tuff in they're own ways," Pony said thoughtfully. It porbably was rare to be able to talk this freely with someone, even if that someone was a Soc girl. Cherry hummed softly in thought as well, at Ponyboy's admission.
"I like sunrises. Real pretty. But, I get what you're sayin'. I talk with my girlfriends, but I don't really talk with them, ya know? I'll gossip as much as the next girl, but it ain't really what I want to talk or be like with them. I ain't allowed to show that kinda side. It's nice with you, though, Ponyboy. You're the nicest greaser and kid I've met," Cherry said and smiled at Pony. His ears turned slightly read again and he looked away, trying to act nonchalant. Dazai chuckled. He thought that expression was a bit funny, if not, cute. (Dazai didn't think Pony was cute. The hell? It was a fluke thought, so shut the hell up.)
"Uh... Guys, there's.. Well, there's a car coming right for us," Dazai said, interrupting them, and pointing at a blue mustang. (A/N: WERE MEETING BOB. OMG. THE AMOUNT OF FILLERS I DID TO PROCTRASTINATE THIS MOMENT IS CRAZY...)
The blue mustang approached slowly, and Cherry groaned, trying to hide, but nothing could hide that fiery red hair of hers. It slowly came up and there he was... A drunk Bob Sheldon.
Johnny froze and stared at him in fear, taking a step back fearfully. (A/N: IT'S LINE 1000! I use Microsoft notes for my story, and were at LINE 1000!! With 84,968 characters.)
Johnny slowly turned to Dazai and whispered softly, "That's him. That's Bob. He's the one who did it."
Dazai froze and stared at Bob. This was the fucking kid who had done that to Johnny? The idiot who had jumped him because he felt he wasn't getting enough attention or entertainment? Oh, sweet Jesus (Personal headcanon: Dazai doesn't believe in God or Satan, but certainly uses the phrases.) Bob better pray Dazai never got his hands on him. Dazai tensed and quickly put a firm hand on Johnny's shoulder, taking a defensive step forward.
"Baby..! Cherry... What-thhhe hell are you doin' with these lllllooooosersss...? Fuckin... Fuckin' greaser scum..." Bob said, his pupils heavily dilated and his breath reeking of alcohol.
"We went to the drive-in, and met these fellows. Dazai came along from the party," Cherry said with a turn of her head and close of her eyes, defensively folding her arms.
"Dazai..? Kinda freak fuckin' name is that...?"
"Dazai?! The hell are you doin'?" Randy spoke up and jumped out of the mustang and looked at Dazai. Dazai pretended to be sheepish, and looked away.
"Eheh, it's me... Is this your 'friend'?" Dazai raised a brow at Bob's drunk antics, not finding them even remotely amusing. And he found some types of torture amusing.
"Yeah. He's a cool guy once you get to know him... And ignore the drinking problem," Randy said with a half-grin, staring at his friend with a hint of concern and half-hearted affection and amusement.
Bob got out and pointed at Pony sloppily, "Yyyyou... Get the fuck away from my girl, grease."
Two-bit quickly grabbed a glass bottle in the area, smarshed it, and gave it to Pony while grabbing his switchblade out and pointing it at Bob, "You stay the hell away! They ain't wanna go with you, booze-boy." Two-bit shot at Bob, glaring at him sharply. Dazai needed to step the hell in before this escalated. While he usually loved drama and the she-bang, he couldn't afford to have any questions. The cops would be called by the ruckus they'd make. So, Dazai quickly put a hand on Two-bit's, and Pony's shoulders.
Wait.
Wait, a fucking minute. His.. His ability. It-- he could feel it thrumming the second he'd touched either of them. Did Two-bit or Pony have an ability? Who?
He took his hand off Pony. It deactivated. Fuck. It was Ponyboy. He had a goddamn ability, and either he wasn't sharing it, or had no fucking clue. Jesus... Dazai stared hardly at Ponyboy with a ferocious intensity. The tension was so thick, every nerve coiled and ready to spring.
"This fight is fucking done. Two-bit, Johnny, Pony, we're leaving now." Dazai said, for once... Serious. His voice dangerously low, and his Japanese accent gone. He sounded more dangerous than any switchblade or even heater. They stared at him. All of them. He looked at Pony, and his eyes conveyed a pure fire and cataclysmic intensity within them, a war.
Slowly, Two-bit lowered his switchblade, and Bob stared at Dazai, bringing down his hand. He could sense the danger emanated with Dazai, even in his inebriated state. It was terrifying. Like... Like any moment, Dazai could kill them and they couldn't even know until it was over. It sent a shiver down each persons spine.
"Alright. Bob... Just take us home. I ain't wanna see a fight, anyways," Cherry said shakily and got in the blue mustang. Bob stared at Dazai for a few moments until scoffing and getting into his car with a grumble, "Get the hell in, Adderson..."
They took off, and the three guys stared at Dazai.
"Gonna explain what the hell that was about, Dazai?" Two-bit asked with two furrowed brows. Johnny concernedly grabbed Dazai's shoulder gently.
"Hey, lets just calm down. I'm goin' to the lot, why don't Pony come with us, and Two-bit can go," Johnny suggested, noticing the tension between Pony and Dazai.
"Now wait a damn minute, why can't I come?" Two-bit asked defensively.
"Cause Dazai don't know you well, and this started cause of Ponyboy. I think," Pony looked at Johnny quizzically. "Cause of me? How?"
"I'll explain. Once we're alone," Dazai glared at Two-bit. Two-bit gave a dramatic and exasperated sigh before muttering, "Get yourselves killed, and I'll bring you back from the dead just to skin ya and then kill ya myself. Stay safe."
The three then headed to the lot, silent.
Finally they reached in and Dazai sat down. He looked at the ground grimly before looking up, straight at Pony.
"Pony," Dazai said calmly, "Do you know what an ability user is?"
Notes:
The ending kinda ended like Magic and Mystery's ending. Didn't mean for that, gang, but like... It was fitting. Ya know? I really liked the thought of Pony having his own ability coz he is the protag of his own BOOK!! Soo... Yeah. I'd love to hear theories or ideas on his ability could work? Happy reading, and glad if you enjoyed my story so far!! <33
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