Dazai goes night night for a bit
Dazai awoke with a start, not by Egg this time, but by a whisper in his ear.
He thought that it could have been No Longer Human, and he imagined the whispering when it was really just buzzing.
But he was wrong as he cracked open his eye.
He was completely wrong.
It wasn’t anything but a whisper of the wind that woke him up, but what he found had shocked him.
He comes face to face with Madam Pomfrey, he blinks a few times, wondering what sort of prank was being pulled on him at that moment
But she stayed there, her head slightly tilted at him, a short frown across her face as if she was angry, as if she was disappointed with him.
Was she disappointed that he hurt himself? Or was she disappointed that he had petrified her?
He didn’t know, and didn’t think he would be able to find out.
Because she wasn’t supposed to be there, she wasn’t going to give him answers, she was just going to stand there.
He felt sweat drip down into the bandages on his back and get absorbed by them.
Dazai wanted to reach out and say something.
I’m sorry, It was right on the tip of his tongue, yet he couldn’t say it; because he didn’t know if he truly was, he didn’t know anything really.
He just pretended he did and then went from there.
He was so utterly clueless that he didn’t speak, he couldn’t speak.
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He continued to stare at Madam Pomfrey, she didn’t disappear, she just stayed there making no movement, taking no breaths.
Just watching him with her kind eyes, even though she was frowning, her eyes were still so kind, even to him.
Honestly, the more he looked at her, the more abnormal she seemed.
It was like her face twisted, shaping and forming something unknown to him, something unsettling.
Something that wasn’t the matron he knew, something much more sinister.
And slowly her frown turned to a smile, one that stretched far across her face, tugging at her lips, her eyes wrinkled in the corners from the strain of that smile.
The smile that looked so different from the warm one she always gave him, even when he was being absurd.
It reminded him of a smile he had seen when his brain associated something with Mori, he didn’t like it, he tried to move and quickly became aware to the stiffness of his body, almost like it was being held down.
He didn’t like that his brain had associated Madam Pomfrey with Mori, though he could see why it had made the connection; they were both doctors, but their crafts as such were very different.
He blinked his eye and ‘Pomfrey’ disappeared, only to reappear closer when he blinked for a second time.
Her eyes were blown wide, no light in them as she continued to smile that terrible smile.
She was soon above him, towering even with her shortish height as he continued to lay still on the couch.
He wanted to move, he felt vulnerable in this position, he wanted this to stop, he didn’t like this.
She looked a lot like Mori, so much like Mori, and he began to realize much more as to why he thought so.
She wasn’t wearing her usual attire, the clothes had slight changes, like a white coat; one Mori had worn before the old boss was killed, one before Mori had donned the red scarf.
He shivered at the realization, and looked away, only to be drawn back to look at ‘Pomfrey’ once again.
“You’ve practically doomed us all, Demon child.” She hissed out. “Look at what you’ve done to this school, you’re ruining it and tainting it with your manipulation.”
He squeezed his eye shut, and took a quivering breath, this wasn’t real.
It wasn’t.
“You ought to be punished, Shuji-kun, for failing your mission.” He heard, a darker tone, one that didn’t belong to ‘Pomfrey’. No, one that belonged to Mori.
But he didn’t fail his mission, right?
He was doing just as Mori told him to, he was the bad guy, everyone hated him!
He wasn’t failing, he couldn’t fail!
It was so easy to be hated and feared, if he couldn’t do this right then he might as well not be good at anything!
He opens his eye slowly, seeing Mori instead of the matron he had been seeing for about half an hour at that point.
He was holding a scalpel in his hand, and looking at Dazai with a sort of affectionate but cruel glare that could only be given by that vile man.
“You let those puny kids get in the way of what I told you to do, first I’ll punish you some; Then I’ll kill those ‘friends’ of yours, you don’t need them dear” Mori traced his scalpel along his left arm, it dug into the bandages then into the cold skin; drawing black blood.
Dazai took a quick breath in, the slight sting catching him off guard and slightly in pain, he glared at Mori, ‘stupid man’ he thought shamelessly.
‘Stupid stupid stupid, I hate you’ he continued to glare at Mori, and continued to think hateful things to the ugly man before him.
He practically seethed as the man caressed his cheek, he squeezed his eye shut and felt like he needed to vomit.
He needed to get his hands off of him, they were warm and disgusting, trailing across his body in gentle motions.
Only increasing his disgust by large amounts as it continued and he couldn’t do a thing.
He gagged and jolted upright, gasping for breath as he ran a hand over his face, as he opened his eye.
He shuddered as he looked around, no Pomfrey, no Mori, no anyone.
Egg was startled awake by his sudden movement and pushed her snout into his stomach.
He chuckled breathlessly, eyes wide, as he continued to glance around the room.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.
He slumped back down, and let out a big sigh.
“That was..interesting..” he mumbled, but more like terrifying, turns out his brain can make completely terrifying nightmares, how wonderful.
“I don’t think I like sleeping anymore..especially if I’m going to dreaming like that..” He says to himself, that ruined his wonderful experiences before, of sleeping away his childhood.
He looked down at his arm curiously, since it still stinged slightly with pain; but was not extremely surprised to find that there was no blood, black or red, soaked into his bandages.
Just drool, which couldn’t possibly be from himself, so he blamed it on Egg.
The silly little dragon that she was.
The room was still dark, so he assumed it wasn’t even close to breakfast, probably by many hours.
He had no clue what he would do while he waited for breakfast to roll around, since there was no way he was going to go back to sleep, especially after that ordeal; he didn’t think he would be able to sleep ever again.
Which wasn’t really a bad thing, because that meant he could spend more time gathering knowledge that he didn’t already have.
It meant more time for snooping around, there were still so many things he didn’t know about this school.
But that also meant that he wouldn’t be able to fall asleep in his classes anymore, unless he could somehow make his sleep dreamless.
He didn’t think that was possible, though he would still hold out hope, he really doesn’t want to have to actually pay attention to classes.
What a bummer.
Curse this stupid place, always finding a way to ruin the things he liked.