Dazai Osamu
Dazai Osamu was not one to enjoy the attention of others. Being one of the members of the renowned Port Mafia, attention was rarely a good thing, let alone something to be sought out. Especially when said attention was from Mori Ougai.
Noone in the mafia dared to admit that the old boss was dying away, succombing to illness and paranoia. And noone dared to say that Mori Ougai was now the one pulling the strings, using his position as doctor to his advantage. Mori Ougai’s attention was not something to be taken lightly. Especially not when you’ve messed up.
But Dazai had better reasons to dislike Mori. His hairline being one of them.
“Dazai-kun~!” Mori’s sing-song voice calls out, muffled by the bathroom door. “Are you finished putting on your bandages yet~?”
Dazai let out a huff of air, tearing the bandage and closing his eye. Mori’s voice grated against his skin, digging into his conscience and tearing holes throughout it. “Yes, Mori-san. I’m ready.”
The bathroom door unlocks with a click, and the familiar sound of Mori’s footsteps fills the room. “Ah, you look wonderful, Dazai-kun.” Mori says, hands landing firmly on Dazai’s shoulders. His sickening smile reflected back from the mirror, bright eyes piercing.
Dazai simply hummed in acknowledgment.
“You’re going to grow into quite a handsome man, Dazai.” Mori lands a light kiss on the top of his head, “Now tell me; have you finished that research I’ve gotten you to do?”
“I’ve searched for long, sleepless nights as much I can bear, Mori-san.” Dazai says, his voice oozing with false guilt, “But I still have no reason to live. All I could discover was simply trivial answers that—"
“The other research, Dazai.”
“You wound me.” Dazai says, sighing and turning his head to meet Mori’s gaze. “Yes, Mori-san. I’ve done my research.”
Not that Dazai had been able to find much. He doubted the Wizarding community even existed in the first place with how much he’d actually been able to collect. Everything he had found was fiction, or far-reached at best. The best he’d found was vague information on someplace called ‘Diagon Alley’, and even that was sketchy. It seemed to just be a normal city street with weird shop names that people claimed was magical.
Even then, Dazai was incapable of magic. No Longer Human only solidified that fact with its nullification abilities.
A sick feeling wells itself into the pit of Dazai’s stomach as Mori smiles down at him, grin widening with his eyes closed. It made him want to smash open the nearest window and crash onto the cold concrete below. “Such a good little prodigy, Dazai.”
And that was it.
Dazai was going to find the nearest knife, and slit open his own neck.
Mori leans down and plants another kiss onto Dazai’s forehead. “I bet our guests will be getting here soon, so finish up quickly, alright?”
Dazai nods, looking back into the bathroom mirror. His deep brown hair framed his face, half of which was covered by bandages, skin as pale as can be. His cold, dead eyes stared back at him as Mori walks to the exit of the room. His cold, dead, inhuman eyes, devoid of any and all emotion.
And Dazai thought— How could something so dead be considered human?
“Ah, and one last thing, Dazai.” Mori calls, finger tapping against the door frame as Dazai turns to face him. “Take off those silly bandages. You’ll be wearing your prosthetic eye.”
Dazai’s eyes trailed to the bathroom sink, a huff of breath escaping him. “Yes, Mori-san.”
He much preferred the bandages to his prosthetic eye. It felt more natural to him than having something artificial stuffed into his empty eye socket. If that wasn’t enough reasoning, than the ache it gave him was— Dazai was not one to enjoy pain, especially when it hindered his thought process.
But Mori Ougai was not one to be argued with, and looking more like those around him would be an advantage.
Mori’s smile was sickeningly sweet as he watched Dazai carefully, eyes roaming. “Finish up soon, then, Dazai. I want you ready for when our guests arrive.” He sing-songed as he closed the door behind him, leaving Dazai alone in the bathroom.
Even alone, his touch still burned against Dazai’s skin.
Dazai 太宰 🠖 Mori 毛利
Mori Ougai was not one to trifle in things he wasn’t part of. Especially not when he was a Doctor, and had needed to keep everyone in the mafia alive. But now that he was pulling the strings behind the bosses back, he had to figure out what he needed to be part of.
Part of taking down an organization or forming an alliance, he wasn’t sure. All he knew was that the Wizarding community was a possible threat, and the old boss was doing nothing to evaluate it. So Mori had taken it into his own hands, and had Elise-chan slip Dazai’s name onto the list of magical children to be taken to Hogwarts.
And if Elise-chan was right, two people should be showing up at his doorstep any second now to inform him that magic was real.
So Mori decided to get some tea going on the oven in a bronze kettle, and see if Elise-chan would want to join him in his wait for the pair of wizards.
“Elise-chan!” He called, voice cheerful, “I’ve got this beautiful new dress for you~! Won’t you come down and try it on for me?”
Soon enough, a petite, blonde girl in a pale blue dress appears at his side, arms crossed with an angry frown on her face. Her eyes flicker to the dress for a moment. “Why would I ever try that on?”
“Why, you’d look so gorgeous in this thing!” Mori excitedly says, holding the dress up to himself. “You always look good in the colour red, Elise-chan.”
She eyes the dress for a moment longer. “No.”
“Aw, Elise-chan. Just once?” He whines, getting down on his knee’s to be eye level with the girl. “You’d look so pretty!”
“No! I don’t feel like it. And don’t order me around, Cheapskate!” She hisses, voice high pitched and nasally. “It looks silly."
“Come on, Elise-chan! Just wear the dress.” Mori says, practically begging the young girl as images of her in the beautiful dress comes to mind. “Just for a bit? A teensy, weensy little bit?”
“No. I don’t wanna.” She snaps.
“Come on, my dear. Just try it on! Alright? I put a lot of thought into picking this out.” He whines, wiping his hand over the dress. “I mean just look at these crimson frills! Don’t they look like flower petals? I’m sure you’ll look great!”
“Look, it’s not like I hate pretty clothes.” Elise-chan says, turning her chin up. “But I do hate you grovelling, Rintarou.”
“Oh, please, won’t you just this once—?”
His voice is cut off as a knock rings its way out from the door, his head turning over with a smile on his face. “Ah, looks like the guests are here. We won’t have time. . . such a pity, Elise-chan, you would have been so beautiful.”
Mori knew by the time he’d have turned back, she would be gone. So he got up from his knee’s and walked over to the door, unlocking the bolt and swinging it open to come face-to-face with two presumably-wizards.
“To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit, gentlemen?” Mori greets, a pleasant smile plastered across his face.
A tall, white-bearded man with grey robes stood in front of the door, brown eyes alight with a sort of excited gleam. The man behind him seemed much more displeased with having to be there, his hair combed back in a similar fashion to Mori’s, adorned in a black cloak.
“You must be Mori Ougai.” The grey one spoke, his voice surprisingly young for his age. “I am Albus Dumbledore, and this is my associate, Severus Snape. Is this the home of Dazai Osamu?”
Mori let his artificial smile slip momentarily. “Yes, you’d be correct. May I ask why you are here?”
Dumbledore blinked, momentarily shaken. “Perhaps we should speak inside. Mr. Ougai, if we may?”
Mori hesitated briefly, looking over the pair as to evaluate them. All of it was faked, of course— quite obviously so, but it seemed to fool the two as Mori stepped to the side. “Please, call me Doctor Mori. I’ve never enjoyed the mister title much.”
The pair stepped into the house, Snape looking around dejectedly.
“Tea?” Mori offered, closing the door and locking the bolt behind them.
“I’m afraid we won't have any time, Doctor Mori.” Dumbledore announces, making himself comfortable on one of the couched. “We’re on quite a tight schedule now, and do not have the time.”
Mori smiles warmly, already walking into the kitchen just past them. “Ah, everyone has time for tea! I already had the kettle boiling for myself.”
Snape seems to scowl at the cheerful tone. “Sure. . .” He drawls, “I will have some tea.”
“Splendid!” Mori excites, coming back into the room with two cups already filled with tea and handing one off to Snape. “Now, tell me; what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?” Mori asks, sipping his tea.
A glint of child-like excitement gleams across Dumbledores eyes at the question, and the old man leans forward. “Your son, Dazai Osamu. . .”
This was it, Mori’s mind screamed. The moment of anticipation all of Elise-chan’s hard work had been building up to. A moment of pure, untainted victory and excitement roiling through his veins.
“. . . has been accepted into Hogwarts, school of Witchcraft and Wizardry.”
The edges of his mouth quirk up, and he sets his cup of tea onto the table. And then, Mori laughs.
“Now what sort of nonsense is that?”