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TL;DR
Yosano rejoined Mafia, Dazai was never given the advice by Oda to go -> be on the side of good. Never joined ADA. Focused on their Dark Urges(tm)
TL;DR
Yosano rejoined Mafia, Dazai was never given the advice by Oda to go -> be on the side of good. Never joined ADA. Focused on their Dark Urges(tm)
An Official Meeting
Date: 2023-09-26 05:51 am (UTC)Youngest Mafia Executive of Port Mafia History.
What more was there to say, about his pointless life?
Mori himself had assumed Dazai would take his own life after taking him in, using him for his mind. Dazai supposes it's only spite that kept him alive this long; how else would he keep failing? It wasn't like Mori tried that hard to keep him alive after each attempt of his.
Still, now they were on a similar level. Dazai had power over most of the Mafia, as one of Five executives.
With Mori needing to go away for an undisclosed time... Dazai was to take charge of several of Mori's wards, one of which would be new to his care. Kyusaku Yumeno, Q, was already one that Dazai was in charge of figuring out the ability of. Akiko Yosano was one of the new ones, one of the ones that, until now, Dazai hadn't had the pleasure of meeting.
A small knock against the infirmary door signifies their arrival.
"Miss Yosano?" The boy calls out through the door, allowing his hand to fall to his tie, loosening it.
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Date: 2023-09-26 06:04 am (UTC)Trapped in a birds cage with her wings clipped.
Leaning back in her chair, legs on the desk, tapping away one of her heels into the wood, Yosano glances at the door with tired eyes. Leaning her head back as she took a drag from the cigarette, making them wait for as long as possible, hoping whatever patient she had might die before reaching one of her beds. A blessing, surely. So they couldn't live to see another day of Mori's torturous tasks.
"Hah. Yes, come in." Her melodic voice calls out, low and utterly devoid of any life.
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Date: 2023-09-26 06:16 am (UTC)Opening the door only when she replied, the boy steps in, closing the door behind himself. His black coat hangs over his shoulders, worn with the sleeves hanging by his sides. It's hard to tell whether or not this person had any spot that wasn't bandaged-- one of his eyes was covered, his opposite cheek bandaged. His hands were shoved in his pockets, but even his wrists and back of his palms were bandaged.
Osamu Dazai didn't have that shine of life in his eyes that some of the other Mafia fools did. Instead, he seemed too ready to lay down his life at any moment, for whatever cause came his way. The very way he stood gave it away.
"Mori will be gone for a time. He's put me in charge of you. Of watching you." Dazai begins, his eyes avoiding focusing on her. It's stupid, to him. One suicidal idiot watching another, from what Mori told him.
He side-eyes her. "Osamu Dazai. One of the Mafia executives. Maybe you've heard of me, maybe you haven't," His reputation really did make him seem more intimidating than he looked, surely. For good reason, too. Not that he had reason to show her that side yet.
"You'll be under my control for the foreseeable future."
"Any questions?"
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Date: 2023-09-26 06:32 am (UTC)"Another guard then?" Yosano snickered. Executive or not, it is what he is here for, after all. Not that she cares all too much. There's no amount of intimidation or pain that could move Yosano nowadays. Why, she'd even come to like such a thing.
"Yes, yes. A pleasure." Yosano waved a hand at him, dismissing his niceties. Instead, feeling the cigarette burning at her fingers, she opened up her other hand and pressed the hot burning tobacco into her skin. Not the first of the day, as other bloodied welts singed her hand.
She hissed, but continued none the less. Perhaps it'll make him squeamish, the smell of burnt flesh, and he'll leave her alone. "Just tell me my orders and get out." Yosano hummed, not feeling all that up to visitors. Especially ones so closely tied to Mori.
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Date: 2023-09-26 06:47 am (UTC)The very idea that he could even be considered to be just a guard to some pathetic no-good doctor who didn't value her own life or the lives of her patients-- it was infuriating. Not as much as Chuuya could be on a good day, but infuriating nonetheless. A slight grimace is clear on his expression.
"Equating me to a guard is like equating a wolf to a newborn puppy." Dazai spits out, though that sour demeanor seems to fade away just as quickly as it comes.
His movements are quick, smooth, almost as if he could move before she noticed. In a swift moment, he swipes the cigarette from her hand with his right one, his left roughly cupping her chin, forcing her to look him in the eye from where she's sat.
"Don't do it again." The cigarette is brought up to her collarbone, pressed there without hesitation.
The smell of burning flesh didn't deter him. It seemed to even spur him on, keep him here longer.
He keeps it there long enough to burn the flesh, to make her hurt. He pulls it back before too long. As long as he touched her, she couldn't use her skill -- then again, he's sure he'd been told she needed to be closer to death to heal fully.
"Your orders are going to be simple. I've decided... you'll be working closer to me than you have with him," The danger he was in didn't seem to settle in. After all, he hadn't known Yosano long enough yet to know what could happen were he to slight her. "I want to see what you're capable of."
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Date: 2023-09-26 07:07 am (UTC)But then he's yanking her by the chin, fingers digging into her jaw, bruising bone and skin. And he's pressing the cigarette to her collarbone. Sharp agonising pain, welting and burning her skin. And Yosano smirked, all teeth, dangerous and threatening. There really isn't anything she likes less than an arrogant man.
And she's snatching the cigarette from his fingers, and thrusting it onto the wrist holding her chin. Wrapping her fingers over it, burning herself and him in the process, so he couldn't so easily flinch away. "Haah... you're quite eager to die, aren't you? Why don't I chop off your fingers next? That'll be fun." She threatens, holding his gaze with a murderous look. Is she bluffing? Certainly not.
cw; self harm
Date: 2023-09-26 07:19 am (UTC)This one was interesting. No wonder Mori liked her-- and couldn't handle her. He was always so weak when it came to his own pain, especially when compared to Dazai.
Dazai doesn't even flinch as the cigarette is snatched, pressed against his wrist in return. A sharp breath is sucked in, his grip loosens slightly on her chin.. the only two signs that he felt the pain at all, as the cigarette burns through that part of his bandages, burning a wound that was still in the process of healing. He doesn't yank his wrist away, though.
"A woman after my own heart." Dazai smiles down to her, all too calm about this. "I've heard about you, though, Miss Yosano~ You're eager to die yourself!" At last, his hand releases her chin, though he seems to push his wrist against the cigarette further, eyes narrowing down at her.
"We're not that different."
His eyes turn away from her - a fatal mistake, for most.
"You'd really chop off my fingers? Oh, do tell, what else would you do? Slice me open? Let me watch as you bring a scalpel close to my eye? Or, or, or.....~!!" The boy glances back to her... beaming?
"There's so many ways a skilled doctor like yourself could kill me. Tell me more. Please?"
cw; fuckery
Date: 2023-09-26 08:08 am (UTC)Interestingly enough though, the boy's tune shifts, morphing into a playful tone that has the Doctor furrowing her brows at him. Almost in disgust as he swoons at the pain, pushing up into her hand before he is taking it away.
And is it a surprise to hear Mori has been spilling her dirty little secrets? No, not really. But it makes Yosano frown at the executive regardless, a sharp tsk leaving her lips, before its covered seamlessly with a relaxed nonchalance.
She leans back into her chair, "My, my. What a surprise." She replies dryly with her melodic voice. Words spill excitedly from his mouth, otherwise immune by her threats and enamoured by them instead. And it gives her pause, because perhaps they aren't all that different. Even if she is scrutinising how true his claims are.
"Hm... you see, I would indulge you, but only if you're to kill me in return." She glances at him, dangling such trade in her hands. How far would he go, she wonders.
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Date: 2023-09-26 06:58 pm (UTC)His hands fall, thumbs hooking into the pockets of his pants, as he stands comfortably in front of her now, in the same way he'd stand near any of his closer subordinates. Not that Yosano would recognize the calm stance as such.
A dreamy sigh leaves his lips, his one visible eye sparkling for a moment, with an excitement that was unmatched. "I'd love nothing more~!"
A pause, a pout.
"... Unfortunately, Mori would burn down the world if I let you slip out of his grasp, and I'm a bit harder to kill than most. Believe me, I've tried! So, if you ended up dead and I was to blame, I can only imagine what he'd do." Dazai's cheerfulness falls away the moment he brings Mori back up, eyes glazed over in a way that kills that shine.
"Tell me, Doctor," He changes the topic, shifting to move towards a cabinet, seeming to be searching for something without a single care for her organizational methods. Bandages, probably.
"What sorts of jobs have you done for the Mafia? Any field work in the past?"
"I don't mean with your healing ability, either. I want to know everything you're capable of. You might be one of Mori's pets," Not unlike him, "But that doesn't mean he's told me your strengths, your weaknesses."