Entrance the Unknow
Despite all the things that had happened in his second year at Hogwarts that weren't boring, he had still ended up back in Yokohama..
And the fact that this summer had been the hottest ever in Yokohama! and going on missions with bandages almost all over his body hadn't made things any easier for him, damn, even Mori had had two seizures in the last week due to the heat.
So he had put the strange things he had seen down to the heat. Corpses. No, ghosts would be a better word, sometimes he could swear he saw the face of that boy Cedric in his room, staring blankly at his face like when he had killed him, or Colin, or whatever he was, he sometimes saw him, with his camera in his hand, he always managed to make it feel like he was being watched through that camera hes holding, sometimes he saw that last victim, he honestly couldn't even remember his name so it was okay. and Pomfrey..He coudnt bring himself to look at her face whenever shes appear so he had no idea what expression she was looking at his face with...
Anyway, it was always weird to see them, sometimes when he was on missions, or in the torture room with Kouyou, or even when he was lying in his room, he felt like they were watching him. Were their watching was how God is punishing him?
By always reminding him of the consequences of his actions...?
That was fair, he was a bad person after all. The Dazai Osamu identity he had made his own was a monster in the form of a child, the flowers he touched would wither, the land he spat would not yield crops, the roads he passed would break. Because no matter what Osamu Dazai did, no matter where he went, no matter who he talked to, he would destroy them, there was no escape from this fate, and Blaise was the freshest example of it, he had turned him from a simple student just a few months ago into a murderer, a monster just like him.
While struggling with these thoughts and ghosts for the last month, Mori had noticed a few changes in him. Sometimes when he was talking to him, his eyes would look away whenever he talk with people,would mumble to himself, or sometimes when people asked a question, instead of answering immediately like before, he would just stare at people's faces with a blank expression for a few seconds.
There was definitely something wrong with him.
So Mori did a bunch of tests on him, and as a result of all of them, he learned that he had "Undifferentiated Schizophrenia",
To be honest, it wasn't a big deal for him,But Mori had warned him not to mention this to anyone, "A mafia leader cannot show weakness" and so on.
Mori had given him a bottle of Concerta. Of course, it did nothing to stop him from seeing the ghosts - He mean, the hallucinations - it just increased his attention span. After all, Mori didn't care if he was sane, as long as he aimed the gun at the right person and shot them, he wouldn't care if his legs were torn off.
Since he had become "The youngest Port Mafia Executive" -or whatever people was calling him these days-,
he had been busy twice over, arranging for someone to train the new members, delegating his duties, arranging for someone to take over for,also since he had recently become the ambassador of a company that had just joined the Port Mafia... Even talking was a trouble. So he would only be able to go to Diagon Alley for his next year needs in two weeks, and he hoped there wouldn't be any problems there that would interfere with his work...