Tw: mentions of suicide.
"Guys! I'm home!" Dazai yelled, walking through the long corridor, "did you miss me?" he cooed.
Nobody answered.
"Did they say they were going out to you?" Dazai stopped walking and turned around to face Chuuya.
He was gone.
"Chuuya?" Dazai asked, confused. He tilted his head to one side. He was literally just behind him.
"If this is a prank i'll kill you all! Dazai yelled, smiling. He turned back around and continued walking down the corridor. He reached Atsushi and Akutagawa's room.
Akutagawa wouldn't join in on a stupid prank like this.
Dazai knocked on the door playfully, "Akutagawa! Open up its Dazai!" he yelled.
No answer.
Dazai tried the handle. It was open. Strange. Ranpo had told them all to keep the doors locked while they were inside. The man stepped inside, quickly scanning the room for any signs of life. Nothing. Not even a breath could be heard in the room. Where were they? Dazai's heart rate began to elevate slightly, he felt a tinge on worry creep over his mind.
He ran out of the pair's room and down the hall opening each of his friend's rooms and checking inside. Nobody was here. Everyone was gone.
Dazai pulled out his phone and began calling all of the members of the agency. Nobody answered.
Dazai got to Ranpo's name on his phone. The phone rang. He heard it. He heard ranpo's phone ringing. It was coming from the meeting room. Dazai's heart jumped and he ran down the hall to the large room.
He peered into the room.
"Ranpo?" he muttered.
Ranpo was in there, he was lying on the ground in the middle of the room. Dazai's eyes widened, his breath hitched in his throat as he slowly made his way over to ranpo, terrified.
"Ranpo?" he asked again, his voice quiet and far away. He knelt down next to the detective and shakily raised a bandaged hand. He reached for his neck and checked his pulse.
A slow, weak heartbeat echoed through Dazai's hand and into his heart. He was alive, but barely. Unsure of what to do, Dazai searched Ranpo's almost lifeless body for the source of his suffering.
He found it- or shall i say them- Ranpo's chest and stomach was littered with stab wounds, there must've been 50 or so. God, this was the worst time for Yosano to be absent. He tried his best to suppress the bleeding with his clothing but nothing was working, the blood just kept coming and flowing.
He felt so hopeless. He had to get Ranpo to the hospital immediately nuit he had no means of transport that wouldn't damage Ranpo's body even more. He was panicking.
"D-Dazai?"
A voice echoed from behind him. Dazai spun his head around, wide eyed and terrified. It was a woman's voice and he prayed for Yosano.
It wasnt Yosano. It was that woman from the warehouse: the one who could manipulate surroundings.
"What are you doing here!" Dazai yelled, he was hysterical now. He held onto Ranpo's barely breathing body, covered in his own clothes and bandages that he'd ripped off himself.
The woman's eyes widened, she ran over to Dazai and ranpo, keeling down next to them.
"I-i followed you here," she began, taking her own coat off and applying pressure to Ranpo's wounds, "i couldn't stay there.. When the boss came back he'd kill me for failing my mission."
Dazai wasn't listening. He was just staring at Ranpo in his arms. "He needs a hospital!" the woman said, staring at Dazai with wide eyes.
Dazai simply nodded in reply, this felt so familiar.
"I can take him, my ability allows me to manipulate things around me. I'll steal a car!" she yelled, looking at Dazai, who was still staring at Ranpo's closed eyes.
The woman knew Dazai wasn't in the right state of mind to even understand what she was saying, he was in shock and she didn't blame him.
God, what have I got myself into.
"P-please don't let him die. He's my friend." muttered Dazai, looking up at the woman who was now stood up.
She nodded in reply and began using her ability to manipulate various things around her. Dazai stood up, Ranpo still bleeding out in his arms. The woman instructed Dazai to lay Ranpo down on a nearby couch which she had morphed into an almost hospital bed with wheels off a nearby table.
She then hurriedly wheeled Ranpo out of the room and down the hall as Dazai watched in horror. He didn't know what to even do, his mind which was usually quick and strategic was blurry and a mess. His senses were off by miles.
All he could do was watch, in silence and covered in Ranpo's blood as the woman he'd just met wheeled his friend off into the distance. Was this even the right thing to do?
"That was quite a show." a man's voice muttered from behind him. Dazai recognised it. He had heard this voice before.
The bandaged man turned around slowly to face the bodiless voice.
"How did it feel? Watching someone who meant so much to you die in front of you?" the man asked. Dazai stared at him, his eyes narrowing and fists clenching.
"You! You stabbed Ranpo?" Dazai yelled, staring furiously at the man in front of him. It was the leader of the red striped group. The man that, all those years ago, Dazai had taken prisoner under the orders of Mori.
Dazai moved towards the man, anger in his eyes, "I'll kill you!" he yelled.
"Ah-ah-ah, not so close, family killer!" the leader yelled, placing his hand out to stop Dazai from coming any closer.
"Do you know what my ability is?" The man asked, smirking at Dazai.
Dazai huffs, annoyed, "no i don't." he says, matter-of-factly.
The man begins to laugh maniacally. His eyes widened. Dazai tenses.
"My name is Maindo and my ability is to manipulate people's perception of others through mind control." He smirks, clearly proud of his ability.
Dazai's breath hitched in his throat. Mind control? He was under the impression Q was the only ability user with that power.
"You see, though, I can't control people's actions," he began, taking a step towards Dazai, "I just control what they think of others and what they do because of those thoughts isn't really my fault!" he yelled, laughing again.
"Where are the rest of the agency and port mafia!?" Dazai yelled, ignoring Maindo's clear approach at bragging.
"oh , well, they're out looking for you, of course!" the man says, smirking.
"What do you mean?" asked Dazai, confused and angry, "Where's Chuuya?"
The leader laughs again. "You see, while you were gone I had a thought implanted into all your little friend's brain's," he cackled, "they all want to kill you because of something I made them think you did!"
Dazai's eyes widened again, he was completely alone. All of his side had been manipulated. He stood there staring at Maindo.
"Oh and Chuuya?" The leader began again, Dazai's heart rate rose further, "he's not doing too good." the man feigned a sad face and then smirked at Dazai.
"What did you do to him?" Dazai yelled, worried.
"You see, he's spiralled into a bit of a depression, he thinks you finally killed yourself!"
Dazai felt his heart ache.
"Where is he?" Dazai muttered, his energy was slowly depleting, this man was taking everything.
"Hmm... he said something about going to a nearby bridge and taking a swan dive off the side!" Maindo laughed again, holding his stomach as he did so, "good luck saving him he left 20 minutes ago!"
Dazai lurched forward, if he could just use his nullification ability on him, it would all be fixed.
The man moved backwards, "oh your little ability won't work for Chuuya, you see, his feelings are real! Even if you erase the thought about you being dead from his mind he'll still be so upset and go through with it!"
Dazai didn't even think about it. He turned and ran out of the room, leaving the leader to laugh maniacally to himself as he got further and further away.
Maybe this was the one time that he couldn't save Chuuya from himself.
AN: this shit depressing asf sorry im really projecting my mental state onto this fanfic bhddgcvdeyc.