Dazai’s Summer

by 0_pep_0

Summary:

Literally just a little bit Dazai’s summer experience after third year.

[IN PROGRESS]

Notes:

• For Allegory_for_Hatred, Shotgunning_Smoke.
• Inspired by Magic and Mystery by Allegory_for_Hatred

Chapter 1: I Hate it Here.

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It was scorching hot. Dazai had a few months until school started up again… then again, he wasn’t even sure he’d be allowed back after all that happened. He groaned from the heat and debated taking his shirt off. The scars under his bandages tingled, but he just wiggled his arms until it stopped and did his best to ignore it.

A knock on his door.

“Shuuji~!” Mori exclaimed in a singalong voice from the other side of the door. “It’s time for your first checkup.”

Dazai sighed. Mori had been doing three checkups daily on him. He hated them, because usually after the second checkup of the day, his bind blanked out until the next morning. He never remembered the third checkup anymore, but he was certain they were still happening.

He slumped out of his bed and opened the door for Mori, who was smiling wickedly.

“Let’s just get this over with.” Dazai rolled his eyes and followed Mori to the room.

Once they got there, Dazai took his seat on the bed and Mori immediately got to preparing.

“You were quite the trouble maker last school year, Dazai,” Mori spoke, unboxing a fresh needle.

“Yeah, I know,” he said, uninterested, but he still didn’t want to risk any severe punishments, so to save himself, he said, “sorry.”

Mori only hummed with amusement before opening a cabinet and pulling out a small glass vial filled with a weird, pink, syrupy substance that Dazai had seen multiple times this summer and still had no idea what it could be or what it’s contents were.

Anyways it hadn’t killed him yet, which was just a little bit disappointing.

“You’re fourteen years old now, Shuuji,” Mori said, flicking the tip of the needle. “If I allow you to Hogwarts this year, I’d expect your best behavior.”

He rolled up Dazai’s sleeve to an Un bandaged arm and insterted the needle into his upper arm.

“Yeah, sure,” Dazai sighed.

Mori only hummed once more before injecting the substance into Dazai’s muscle.

 

There was just two things Dazai despised about these checkups. The sour smell of spoiled yogurt, splitting headache he would get just before blanking out for at least an hour or two.

He was beginning to lose track of time.

Chapter 2: Torture.

Summary:

Just another summer day in the mafia.

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“Please, spare me!” The man pleaded. “I was only a messenger, I swear!”

“Shut up.” Dazai glared down at the man and kicked him down by the face.
He raised his gun and fired three times into the man’s chest.

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Another man stared stunned as he watched his comrade die from three bullets to the chest. The Demon Prodigy was terrifying; this was pure evil and torture.

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Dazai sighed and lowered his gun, removing his shoe from the man he’d just killed. Honestly, how could Mori force him to do something like WHILE drugged? Mori was terrible; this was pure evil and torture.

Dazai wished he’s never have to kill again, but another man from the same party as the one he’s just shot dead caught his attention, hiding in a dark, stone corner. His eyes darkened a terrible red-brown hue as he slowly approached the cowering man and raised his gun once more. He still had five bullets left.

Though the shaking man was masked, when Dazai looked into his eyes he saw that he was no man- he was just a boy. Likely similar in age to himself. He pursed his lips and pulled the trigger, but missed as the boy dodged by just a hair.

Dazai let out a sigh.

“So this is how it goes, then?” He stated, more than questioned.

The boy only glared fearfully back at him.

“I refuse to die by the wretched hands of the Demon Prodigy,” his words were brave, but Dazai hadn’t missed the quiver of fear in his voice.

Dazai fired once more, missing again. Two bullets down, three to go.

A shame, really. If the two had met under different circumstances; perhaps in a school classroom, which is where two boys their age really ought to be, they might’ve been good friends.

While Dazai pondered about this fact, he came back into reality just in time to dodge a large metal pole that the boy had attempted to swing at the side of his head.

Dazai grew himself into the middle of the boy, wrapping his arms tightly around the boy’s waist and slammed the boy into a nearby wall. Once that was settled, he dug his knee hard into the boy’s groin. The boy let out a cough of blood, and Dazai scowled.

“Disgusting,” he said, and fired once into the boy’s head and twice into his chest.

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Once Dazai was settled into the back of the car on the way back to the Port, he began to feel a stinging pain in the front of his head. He let out a quiet, pained breath and he pressed the palms of his hands against his forehead. He squeezed his eyes shut and saw sparks and swirls.

Seriously, that medicine was really getting to him.

He let out another huff and his face began to burn……..

 

……..Shuuji stood at the bus stop with his father in silence.

They were on the way to his mother’s funeral.

“Where are you headed?” His father asked.

What was he talking about? Shouldn’t he know they were both on the way to mother’s funeral?
Ah, that’s right. Of course father wouldn’t remember. He hardly remembered a thing anymore.

“…to see my mother,” he responded.

“And where’s that?” His father asked.

“Not too far.”

“Aren’t you excited?”

“Not really.”

“Well, haven’t you got any other family to accompany you?”

“Well, it’s just me and my dad,” Shuuji sighed. “And he’s sick, so..”

Tears welled up in his eyes, stinging his eyelids.

His father looked at him with pity. What a terrible feeling that inflicted. Shuuji decided he never wanted any one to pity him ever again. It’s a very disgusting thing.

The bus pulled up. The one they needed to go on in order to get to the funeral.

“Come on,” he said with a sniff. “This is us.”

When there was no response, he turned his head to see a confused look on his father’s face. Of course, the man didn’t remember he was his father, either. That tracks.

“Father,” Shuuji took a hold of his father’s hand and recognition and regret flooded his father’s face. “Let’s go.”

Notes:

Can the school year end already? Lol

Chapter 3: Fresh

Summary:

Finally smth ACTUALLY interesting happens

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At least a hospital gown was better than any scratchy, itchy, frilly dress Mori could've provided. The luminescent lights of the room hummed and shone an irritating yellow flicker. Dazai kept his eyes down to avoid looking at them; they'd already begun to induce a headache.

He fiddled his fingers against the papery texture blanketing the bed. Mori had taken all of his bandages off once more to conduct some new experiments.

If Dazai still had the bandages, he was sure he'd be able to feel them tightening around his scars, almost suffocating.

Across from him, Mori's back was turned and he could hear a clatter or clink every once in a while, likely from Mori mixing up whatever medicinal concoction he had planned for today.

Dazai hoped this would finally be the one to end his life.

It seemed elaborate enough. Perhaps Mori had kept his end of the deal after all.

Mori turned to face him with a satisfied smile. Well, that couldn't be good. He held up a large needle syringe, containing a clear, syrupy blue liquid.

He took hold of Dazai's bare, scarred arm and pressed the long, thick needle into his wrist. Droplets of blood were already beginning to form around the connection of his skin and the syringe.

Dazai swore he could feel every flow of the liquid spreading within his arm as Mori pushed the liquid out of the syringe and into his veins.

Mori pulled out the needle, blood pooling out of the new wound, and Dazai began to feel hot and dizzy. Before he knew it, his mind went blank as he felt his head hit the paper pillow.

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He blinked his eyes open. Where was he? God, those lights were annoying. He could already feel his head throb at the irritation of them.

He looked around. Seemed he was in a doctor's office of sorts. He couldn't help but notice the small, blonde, curly-haired girl looking at him from the side of the bed. She wore a big, toothy grin.

"Hi!" She said, and poked his arm, as if expecting something to happen.

When nothing did, her grin only grew.

"Rintarou!!" She exclaimed. "Rintarou, it worked!"

Huh? What worked? Who was 'Rintarou?' And why did he feel so... dazed? Why was he here? What's his purpose? What's... his name? He felt incomplete.

As he hears footsteps near the door from the other side, he felt a predatory sensation begin to grow within him. Whoever was on the other side of the door was powerful. Menacing.

Whoever was on the other side of the door was his master. And even if he had no idea who it was, or why he felt this way, or even his own name, he knew once thing for certain.

He would do anything to please his master.

Notes:

Sorry for not uploading very often, I have a procrastination problem!!!! 🙏

 

(Writing this on a troomi phone btw lols)

Chapter 4: Dazai

Summary:

Dazai receives his first ever mission !!

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"Hogwarts," his master smiled. "School of witchcraft and wizardry."

"Witchcraft and wizardry?" He repeated.
Seemed skeptical to him. Supernatural things didn't exist.

Then, he decided he should take a risk and try to get some information out of the master.

"What's my name?" He didn't know what brought it into his mind, but he somehow knew that his master would have the answer.

And he was correct, because that eerie grin widened.

"Dazai," master said. "Osamu Dazai."

Hearing that he had a name and what it was relieved him somewhat of whatever tension had been coursing through him.

His master had explained to him how he was required to go to a magical school where everyone supposedly knew him, but he wouldn't know anyone, because its all just tricks and despite how real it may seem, the people there really have never met him.

Master explained that it was due to the magic at the school, once you enter, everyone knows each other.

Well, that didn't sound too hard.

Despite not knowing very much about himself or where he came from, he was very confident that he could do anything better than anyone else. Including acting.

Notes:

WE'RE BACK TO WRITING IN SCHOOL GNG

Notes:

Who’s watching K-pop demon hunters? I’m in love with baby and mystery saja

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 2 of M&M/Coil