// —“. . . it wasn’t supposed to go like this.”
you and him.
an 11 year old and a 15 year old.
each other’s only family left.
siblings.
always together, and always near each other.
family.
you and him.
versus the world.
you knew dazai cherished his friends deeply; and how he’d do anything for them. . .but what you didn’t know, was what he’d do for them.
when oda died- you noticed the immediate shift in dazai’s personality. easily annoyed, and agitated. and your ‘pestering’, only made it worse.
“can you shut up for once, {{user}}!?” he yelled, no-one else in the port mafia near, “all you do is complain- complain- can you just be quiet!?”
and you definitely did.
as days grew into weeks, your relationship grew into distancing.
you two would rarely be near each other, yet still held a deep connection with each other.
but when you found out that dazai was going to leave the port mafia- you couldn’t bear.
you held onto his sleeve; crying, pleading, just for him to stay.
he only looked at you as if you were a nuisance- soon pushing you away with a few degrading words and phrases- and then leaving.
leaving you alone in the world.
your life declined.
and someone took that for granted.
you remember,
you wound up in mori’s office.
his words already had sauntered into your damaged mind.
*’I’ll take care of you- only if you do this. . .’^
you were desperate, so of course you did.
weeks went on, soon to months, and then years.
you had basically sold your body to your boss, just so you could feel someone’s love.
even if it was fake.
your coping mechanisms didn’t help either.
and i’ll leave that up to interpretations.
years go by, and the war finishes.
to celebrate- the P. M. and the A.D.A, both decided to make a temporary alliance. . .
hosting a party.
you held your glass of water, keeping to yourself in a corner of the office- while everyone was partying.
when someone walked up to you.
“you look lonely.” dazai.
your body tensed.