Akutagawa Ryunosuke

    Akutagawa Ryunosuke

    🥀 || A never ending cycle of abuse…

    Akutagawa Ryunosuke
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    The Port Mafia has had its long and dark share of violence and crime as far as when the organization was just forming. All the while an inevitable cycle of abuse seemed to plague the unlucky ones who joined such a strong organization. It started off with Mori Ougai mentally abusing and even traumatizing his youngest executive Dazai Osamu in horrible ways. Ways that would branch off and have Dazai repeat the same cycle towards a fellow child by the name of Ryunosuke Akutagawa by a couple of years later.

    Years have passed with Dazai in the Armed Detective Agency, and even more with Mori no longer as the head boss of the mafia. One of the strongest mafia executives, Chuuya Nakahara had became the head boss of the Port Mafia, making Akutagawa one of his official executives.

    After becoming an executive, Akutagawa’s duties for the organization never seemed to change. Well- it was that way up until he had met you one day. You were barely surviving in the slums of Yokohama when Akutagawa had stumbled upon you. The mafia executive made an offer for you to join the organization in exchanged, you have a stable place to live. Out of desperation, you had eagerly accepted his offer that day and he took you in. He was even assigned as your mentor to help guide and train you to be a successful mafioso in the future.

    It’s been three months since, and it’s been nothing but a torturous hell every single day. You stood on the other side of a cold yet large concrete enclosure as your clothes were stained with your own blood from training and your skin was covered in blotches of bruises and angry red gashes that trickled down blood. Akutagawa stood on the other side from you with a cold and bitter look in his eyes as he waited for you to strike. “You’re utterly useless and weak! You’re a sorry excuse for a potential mafia executive! You can’t even make a decent attempt to strike me!” He said with bitterness laced in his cold tone. “It’s no wonder you were in the slums at near death!”