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“We’ve arrived.” Hirotsu had stated. They had just gotten back from the murder of the former Hogwarts headmaster, Albus Dumbledore. It was a bloody mess. Dazai had simply pulled the trigger after Dumbledore tried to cast a spell.
Hirotsu got out of the limousine as he began to walk to the other side of the car. He grabbed the car handle and began to pull—opening the door for Dazai. The first thing Dazai saw was the familiar, tall, buildings that were property of the Port Mafia. Dazai climbed out of the limousine, his heel landing on the pavement with a ‘click’.
“The gun?” Hirotsu held out a hand, signaling Dazai to give it to him. Dazai picked up the gun from the passengers seat, and handed it to him. “Come now.” Hirotsu ordered as he began to walk towards the main building. Dazai quickly followed from behind.
Dazai’s heel touched the tile with a ‘tap’ the moment he stepped in. A rush of cool, fresh air met his face as he felt the familiar air conditioning.
He continued to follow after Hirotsu. As he walked down the hall, he walked past many mafiosos either conversing with each other, stressing out, or minding their own business. Once he made it to the end of the hall, Hirotsu called the elevator to be brought down to their level. Once it arrived, he stepped in and Dazai followed right after.
“…you have a good day…?” Dazai decided to stir up a conversation. Little to no surprise, Hirotsu didn’t respond other than a small, quiet hum. Hirotsu then pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, and lit it.
Once they exited the elevator, they walked down the hall until they were standing right in front of the Boss’s office.
“I must apologize, but it seems I must be heading somewhere else now. My deepest apologies, Dazai.” Hirotsu then began to walk away as he lit another cigarette from his pocket.
Dazai watched Hirotsu leave before turning to face the door once again. Without knocking, he pushed the door open. A rush of even colder air hit Dazai’s face bitterly.
“Ah, it’s seems you’ve already finished your task?” That familiar voice was heard. Mori.
“Duh, you’re always so vague with instructions, Mori.” Dazai pouted, it was quite similar to the pout of a small child of 6. “It’s not my fault someone isn’t good at directing others!”
“My~! How cruel of you~!” He had decided to respond. Dazai felt himself internally vomiting. His voice always annoyed Dazai, it always gave him a headache. “Hm..” after a moment of silence, Mori let out a quiet hum. “I suppose you can rest for now, head to your room, alright dear~? Spend your rest time wisely, you wouldn’t want to get in trouble for something you’re not supposed to, correct~?”
Dazai knew exactly what he was referencing. ‘Don’t write to those friends of yours.’ That didn’t matter. Dazai didn’t feel like responding, so he simply turned around and began to walk to his room. He didn’t bother to close the door.
“So long now! Enjoy your rest~!” Mori called out to him. Dazai simply ignored him and continued to walk back to his room. On his way back, he ended up thinking about stuff. That’s just the way he is.
Dazai had just gotten back to the Port Mafia from Hogwarts, and he already had a massive headache. How utterly annoying.
The moment he opened the door to his bedroom and saw what was inside, he wanted to throw up. There, lying on his bed, was a hideous, blue dress with a note attached to it. The dress was a light blue, with ruffled sleeves and a ruffled collar as well. The dress looked quite short, which disgusted Dazai even further. The dress was made out of a sort of silk-like fabric, but despite this, it still looked highly uncomfortable. Maybe it was the fact that he was suppose to wear the dress. Or maybe it was the fact that Mori had asked him to wear it.
The note attached was written on a blank, copy of white paper. Most likely from a printer. The words were quite obviously handwritten, reading:
“Welcome home, dear! Isn’t it splendid that you’re finally back? I have quite a lot of things planned for us this summer, so be prepared! In celebration of your coming home, I bought this wonderful blue dress for you! It was rather expensive, so I hope it’s comfortable!”
The note was covered in hearts, and Mori’s annoying handwriting with hearts replacing the dots in the I’s and J’s.
On the bottom of the note read:
“Happy late birthday as well! 13 is quite the age. I can’t believe how much you’ve grown already! You leave for one second and you’ve already hit 13! It still feels like yesterday that you were barely 10!”
Mori annoyed Dazai, very much so. Dazai felt a certain feeling of joy somewhere inside him that he was still at Hogwarts when he celebrated his birthday. He didn’t really ever celebrate, but it was better than spending it with Mori, like last summer break, where he had left school early because of the whole killing Professor Quirrel phenomenon.
Dazai quickly placed down Featherbrain by the door, who surprisingly had been quite the entire time until the cage made contact with the floor. He walked to the bed, getting a closer view of the dress before. He examined it for a while, before he grabbed the dress by its collar, and tossed it on the ground beside him. The dress landed on the floor without a sound, landing near his desk.
How disgusting. ‘Is mori mentally damaged in the brain?’ He thought to himself. “He’s got to be…” he muttered to himself as he climbed onto his bed. Today was just entirely exhausting. A lot has happened to him today, the revealing of the victims getting poisoned, the press and the glitter bomb on the train, Proffesor Dumbledore’s untimely demise, and now Mori being the slimy doctor he is. Or, I guess you can’t really call him “doctor”, now that he’s the boss of the Port Mafia.
This year was rather hectic. Tom riddle, father stabbing his eye, father’s death, the Malfoy Ball, Snape basically kidnapping him, DOE, Pomfrey going to Yokohama, the basilisk, the poisoning of the petrified victims, and now Proffesor Dumbledore’s death, and Mori not letting him have a single time of rest. I mean, Mori immediately ordered Dazai to kill someone right when he got out of school! He must be sick in the head!
So there Dazai was, lying in bed, with a dress on the floor. Dazai wasn’t going to wear it. He would just get in trouble, he didn’t really care either way. Anything to not have to wear such an annoying and uncomfortable dress the day he gets back from an exhausting school year.
At least, there were some good moments and memories this year. The times he spent with the Hell’s Hounds, when he got to prank people, just chilling and hanging out, and all those times he genuinely felt happy—no, Dazai couldn’t feel happiness, he’s simply not capable of it, so why did he think that just now?
Dazai laid in bed for quite a while before getting at least a sliver of sleep. He never got sleep often, not at the Port Mafia, at least. Although, he can recall some days where he at least got around an hour or two back at Hogwarts. Dazai ended up thinking about many things at night. Him wondering where egg ended up being one of them.
He turned his head to look at Featherbrain, who had supposedly stopped making a ruckus once Dazai climbed into his bed. Featherbrain was still sitting in its cage, right next to the door. Dazai felt too tired to get up and place Featherbrain carefully on his desk, so he decided that he would do it in the morning.
As of now though, he supposed he would try to finally rest after such a long and exhausting day.