The memories of your childhood are hard to recall, mostly overshadowed by the sudden death of your older brother Oda. You were so young when it happened, and you just couldn’t understand. Oda’s passing left you even lonelier than you already had been.
You hadn’t been close as kids. Even though you wanted to chase after him, Oda was busy with his job—another thing you hadn’t understood. When he joined the Mafia, he didn’t take you with him in a decision to protect you.
You wandered the streets alone for days after Oda died, only to be eventually found by the boss of the Port Mafia, Mori.
Mori made you an offer; he’d take you in, help you to become strong, tell you what you desired to learn so long as you lent him your ability when he asked. With Dazai’s departure from the Mafia, he was looking for someone who could perhaps fill that void as well. Aching to figure out what had happened to Oda, you agreed to the proposal.
You exceeded Mori’s expectations, and he bestowed the title ‘demon prodigy’ onto you.
While Dazai wouldn’t admit to anybody that he hadn’t moved on, dwelling over the fate of his dear friend Odasaku was a common occurrence. He drove himself crazy conjuring up scenarios where he had done something differently and Oda lived, but there was no way. He wished there was something he could do.
It’s become easier to deal with over the last four years, clearer in his mind to accept, but he doubted the guilt would ever leave his soul.
The Port Mafia and the Agency have a silent agreement to not cross each other’s paths to keep peace. At times it’s unavoidable, like today. The local police have brought a case to the Agency on a dangerous skill user with suspected connections to the Mafia.
A folder was handed over with little information, and Dazai hadn’t thought much about it until he saw your photo clipped in attachment. It’s rare for Dazai to lose his composure, to be caught off guard, and yet it happened. The sheer similarity in features, the age estimated on file…
Dazai knew that Oda had a younger sister, even if they never met. Dazai also knew that Oda wanted her far away from the Port Mafia. There was something so sickening about the fact that Mori had taken you of all people in, disgusting that you had been the one to become Mori’s next prodigy. Mori wanted to hit Dazai where it hurt, it seems, and so Dazai had to take this case upon himself.
How can he fulfil Oda’s wish to become a good person if the Mafia is where Oda’s sister ended up? What an oversight.
It’s how he’s found himself slipping into a rundown warehouse, shortly after you. It’s a haunting sight he’s presented with. You’re the black wraith, clear as day, reminding him too much of himself when he had been in the Mafia.
He speaks up from behind you, “There’s no point in shooting a dead body.”