⎯ The Divine of Judgment⎯ || BSD x Reader

Only a Diamond Can Polish a Diamond | 052 |

"How curious," Dazai said, his expression darkening as his smile grew wider, like a wolf baring its fangs before taking a bite. His hands gripped his bloodstained shirt, and a tangible sense of danger emanated from him. "Hey. Let's kill them. Together." Dazai suggested, his tone cold and determined. Chuuya raised an eyebrow, surprised by Dazai's sudden change of heart. "What? I thought you wanted to die." Chuuya replied, confused.

"I'm starting to like working for the Port Mafia. In the outside world, death is pushed away from everyday life. But in the Mafia's world, death is an extension of and part of everyday life. I tend to think that's more accurate. After all, dying isn't the opposite of living. It's merely a component of the process of life. Without observing death up close, one can't capture the full picture of what it means to live."

"I have considered the matter thoroughly and have come to a conclusion. The benefits of staying are clear: I would be able to observe [Y/n]-Chan more closely and learn from her. It is a worthy pursuit to be closer to her than ever before." Dazai's words caused [Y/n] to silently furrows her brow, a nerve visibly protruding from her forehead as she pondered his meaning. She wondered what Dazai meant by being closer to her than ever before and why he was emphasizing that it was beside the point. 

Chuuya let out a low, disapproving sound; his expression conveyed his displeasure with Dazai's words. "In other words, the suicide maniac wants to live. Is that it?" Dazai grinned and said, "I've come to think it's worth trying. That's all," he responded, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "That won't be necessary. It's time for you kids to die!"

Chuuya's patience snapped as he shifted impatiently, clearly eager for the battle to begin. The previous boss swung his imposing scythe in a wide arc toward [Y/n] and Dazai, but the duo was quick to react. [Y/n] skillfully clashed her katana against the scythe, deflecting the attack and sparking a momentary glint of metal on metal. Dazai chuckled, clearly enjoying the prospect of the upcoming battle, "Looks like we've got ourselves a real fight now."

"Dazai ducked under the previous boss's scythe as he skid towards Chuuya who stood outside of the cube, his hands outstretched to grab his. Dazai swiftly dodged the gigantic scythe of the previous boss, narrowly avoiding a deadly blow, as he sprinted towards Chuuya, who stood outside of the cube, his hands stretched out in an attempt to touch him. However, just as the two were about to collide, a sudden surge of energy caused the hyperspace to expand, preventing Dazai from coming into contact with Chuuya.

"There you have it. You understand, don't you?" taunted Dazai, a sly smirk playing on his lips as he looked at the ginger. "Don't order me around," replied Chuuya, his eyes narrowing in determination. Rimbaud hurls multiple hyperspace cubes toward Chuuya at lightning speed, intending to defeat him, but Chuuya skillfully dodges each one with his gravity manipulation ability, ready to retaliate with his own attack. Chuuya's agility and quick thinking allow them to expertly avoid the incoming hyperspace cubes. 

In a valiant attempt to strike him, Chuuya lunges forward, executing powerful kicks with precision and force. However, against the formidable Rimbaud, his efforts prove futile as Rimbaud employs his hyperspace, creating a protective shield that deflects Chuuya's attacks. Rimbaud remains unperturbed, his expression betraying a nonchalant demeanor even as he deflects Chuuya's fierce attacks with ease.

"Eight years ago, I tried to take you, Arahabaki, to become my reanimated being. But the moment Arahabaki emerged, it decimated the surroundings. I won't make the same mistake twice. This time, I'll end your life thoroughly and reanimate you." [Y/n] halted mid-attack, when she suddenly heard a piercing scream that sends chills down her spine. She shifts her gaze towards the source of the sound and notices Chuuya, who has been caught in the crossfire of a brutal attack by Rimbaud.