quicksand (Dazai X Reader)

reunion

In that moment time stopped for her, she drew her sword out and ran towards the enemy despite the fact that her legs felt weak and she felt like throwing up. She exchanged looks with Dazai who had a smirk and a cold gaze, almost cruel, and it was for her, not the enemy standing before him grabbing him by the collar and putting a knife on his throat. Her gaze looked miserable and sad.

"Please drop the knife" she whispered with sadness in her voice and her sword against her new enemy.

The man with a hat on his head felt gravity affect him for once. As if all the weight he had stolen came crashing down on his shoulders and made him kneel against the reality of who he was and who she is. He wanted to know more about her and he did.

Dazai was just smirking at both of them with empty eyes. His plan worked and he was satisfied with it. The misty eyes of his coworker haunt him a little, but he won't accept it, he is here in business and he is good at his work, the casualties were forgivable if they were for the greater good.

He was touching his ex-partner's wrist, so he couldn't repel the cold embrace of the edge of his Lilith's sword. He could see the blade shake, 'she's doubting' he thought, but his calculations are always exact. She will do what she was to do and will finish the job.

"Hey kitten, I always knew you had a thing for sharp objects" the redhead spoke, a raspy voice filled with agony resonating through the room.

"Let's not make this difficult, little lion man" she said softly while pressing the blade on her former friend's neck, breaking skin and blood running out.

"Didn't know you knew him, pretty eyes! Nakahara Chuuya, gravity manipulator, and executive in the Port Mafia, the worst of the worst!" Dazai said with a cheerful tone, contrasting the tense agony that filled the room making the stench of blood feel tolerable.

She looked at his coworker, doubting calling him friend. She knows Dazai's ways and coincidences are not an option with Lucifer, he always wins, even when it looks like he's losing.

"Please, I don't want to do this" she said, her voice breaking and the tremble of her hands was visible on the sword's blade. She was ignoring Dazai, her head was spinning and the void on her chest was crushing her lungs.

The executive dropped the knife and let go of Dazai's collar, but the messy brown hair detective didn't let go of his wrist, he looked at Chuuya mischievously.

"Has he told you what they used to call him?" He was talking to the woman threatening to cut his head off but looking at the man who has betrayed him more than once.

She kept quiet.

"Demon Prodigy. Dazai Osamu, the young man that made executive at the age of 16, feared by both enemies and peers, he was born to be in the Mafia that's what everyone said, a mystery he deflected" Chuuya said clenching his teeth, anger coursing through his veins.

"Oh reminiscing the old days, partner? You know this shortie and I used to be the strongest duo? Because of me of course, we even had a cool nickname, twin or double black, but I guess he didn't tell you that, he didn't tell you anything right?" Dazai said being the snake at the garden, his words felt like venom on the Lion and Cat listening.

There was a long pause, a minute or two that felt like drowning on a cold sea of secrets, waves of reality crashing in, ending on ties being snapped at the shore.

"Well, it has been a horrible reunion, you look as short and ugly as ever Chuuya, but me and my honeybear have to leave, see ya hopefully never" Dazai said finally letting go of his grip on the ginger, and walking to his coworker who put the sword back on its cover and took a step back.

The handsome detective looked menacingly at the girl with a lost gaze, she was looking past him and into the mafioso. Dazai took the young woman's hand, intertwining her fingers with his own, turning to give his old partner a victory smirk. He won and he knew it, he wanted everyone to know he won.

The sad woman had turned into a sad rag doll and let herself be dragged out of the room, but before she disappeared up the stairs she had the strength to say, "Maru, my name is Maru".

The burning stare of the lion man placed itself on the back of her mind like the last supper. The reminder of a reunion that ended up with betrayal.

The little lion man did feel small, and his pride has been wounded, not because of his ex partner's malevolent tactics, but because of his negligence. He did know there was something out of the ordinary with Merlot but he saw past it on his selfish desire to feel human.

"There's one thing we need to do before leaving," the cunning detective said, holding his doll by the hand.

She has not said a word, her mind keeps going in and out of consciousness, she saw herself as an expectator and Dazai was the movie director, the writer, the creator.

They went to a room full of computers and the man with the fluffy hair kept typing and reading. The artificial light made him look divine, 'you can't win when making deals with demons I guess' the thought made its way into her mind and filled her with distraught.

"Should we get something to eat? I'm starving, quite literally, you aren't supposed to give food or water to prisoners, I should know!" Dazai said laughing, he sounded confident but silence by the woman with pretty eyes was creeping on him.

He kept holding her hand in fear. Fear of what? He didn't know, but he recognized the sensation running up and down his back.

They got out, and the doll was turning into a mannequin, her expression lost and distant, her movements stiff, like she was lost in her own nightmare.

"I found out your special friend was Chuuya while snooping through your things, I found the hat carefully placed on a box on the back of the closet and recognized it, it's better this way" He said looking at her, the sound of cars and birds filling the space.

"Why did you have me come here?" She broke her vow of silence and questioned the young man.

"You need to get over yourself and stop putting the Agency in unnecessary danger." he said coldly, like a coworker would say.

"You hurt me" she whispered, hoping for empathy to run on Dazai's veins.

"It was necessary" he responded, spitting venom and anger out of his fangs.

"No it wasn't, you are punishing me again, and I will not take it, you make your ability's name honor" she shook her hand out if his and took distance.

"I knew I was just a plaything you have fun with but you don't get to tear off the limbs off a doll to see how it works, you crossed the line" She raised her voice at him a frown permanently on her face.

"I am your superior, you do as I say '' He took a step closer and she took a step back. Anger and sadness mixed with fear in her eyes.

And she walked away, she gave her back to the man she thought was friend, losing herself in the big city that once again was rejecting her hopeless want of feeling happiness.

The girl in the suit cried silently the way home, she accepted she no longer controlled the narrative but was going to try and turn the tide the other way round.