Chapter 1
"Promise me we will meet again!"
"I promise!"
Dazai stared down at his arms, stained with blood and filled with cuts. He didn't feel any pain. He felt nothing.
Looking up, the brunette spotted himself in the mirror. He was a monster. No matter what people told him, he was just an unhuman being. Dazai felt so disgusted at the fact.
The painful memories didn't help. He kept thinking of the person he cherished most. The one Dazai had to leave. He didn't have a choice. It didn't matter how much he regretted it.
Dazai washed his hands and wrapped the silk bandages around his scars. The white fabric was soft against his skin, hugging him slowly. The brunette stared in the mirror for a few seconds before heading out of the bathroom.
Warm light caressed Dazai's skin. Red peeking out of the large windows. The sea painted deep red, like a pool full of blood. Sun setting slowly.
The only thing in the room was a bed. Dazai headed towards it. Under the covers was laying an old man. One would think of him as dead, if not for the slight movement of his chest.
Standing beside the bed was another man. One not that old, maybe in his thirties. He wore a black coat and a long red scarf on his shoulders. Dazai turned his attention to him.
"What are you doing here, Mori?" The boy asked with a hint of annoyance in his voice. Mori was the doctor of the Tsushima family. He took care of Dazai and his father's wellbeing. But recently has also taken the family business in his hands.
Mori became the new Port Mafia boss, as the former leader has instructed. Because of his illness, Dazai's father can no longer continue his duty. And his son was too young for a mafia boss. He was only eleven.
"I am checking up on your father. Why, do you not want me around anymore, Dazai?" As usual, a sly smirk crept it's way to Mori's face.
"I never did in the first place"
Now Dazai was really annoyed with the doctor. He truly wished for the man to just disappear from his life.
"Then how is he?" He ignored Mori's neverending whining.
The brunette didn't need an answer. He already knew, that his father wouldn't last long. Despite that, Dazai wasn't sad, nor happy. Such emotions don't suit him. He just accepted the fact.
"You know how his condition is-" Mori was cut off.
"Dazai" A faint voice spoke and silenced the both of them. The whisper of his father, wanting to talk to his son. The old man continued talking, even trough it was hard for him.
"Soon you will have to continue the family..."
Dazai leaned down, in order to hear his father's words. The elder kept murmuring something unrecognisable.
"Father, you know I cannot. It's because of my ability-" He, too, was silenced by the old man's words, that were filled with disapproval.
"You must! The gift doesn't matter-"
"I think your father needs a break, Dazai. Besides, I want to have a word with you" The doctor gave him one of his special slimy smiles. The ones that disgusted Dazai so much.
"Yeah, yeah" Dazai didn't argue. Honestly he was glad to end the conversation. Not that he was going to thank Mori.
The brunette headed towards the door, not turning back. Once outside he thought of his father's request. Not that it was really one. More like an order or a duty. Anyway, Dazai didn't care enough to dwell on it. If he had to, he will.
But one question kept bugging him.
How was he supposed to use magic?
His father knew well about Dazai's gift. No Longer Human can nullify any other ability, magic too. He was sure it can. At least that was what Dazai thought.
But what did his father know. Something about how abilities and magic interacted. Maybe Mori knew-
The door opened and Mori showed up. Perfect. Just in time.
"What did he mean?" Dazai was straightforward. His curiosity was easily seen by the doctor. He didn't take long to respond.
"Hm, I guess I can tell you. After all you have the right to know. As you know, your father is an important figure in the wizarding world. And you are his descendant. You will need to take his position someday." A slight pause. It felt like hours before Mori began speaking again.
"You are to study at Hogwarts- school of wizardry and witchcraft. Just like how your father did. The Tsushima family is one of many generations. And you are to continue it."
Now that was something Dazai didn't expect. Him studying at Hogwarts? Great. If they don't kick him out for having an ability.
The doctor's speech continued. "You are going to move to London and resident in the Tsushima manor untill the end of your studies. It is Mr Tsushima's decision. I will appoint someone to take care of you"
Dazai didn't need someone to take care of him. He can do it just fine. And living in London? Maybe he can meet- No, that was in the past. He should focus on the present.
"When are we going?" Not that it mattered.
Mori smirked. "Tomorrow. Hirotsu will come with you"
"Are you not coming?" Dazai's eyes sparkled with hope.
"Yes, I cannot leave, as I have work to do" His smirk slowly turned to a frown. "Does that mean you don't love me anymore?"
"Ew, of course not. Why would I?" Mori's whining became really annoying. At the moment Dazai would be happy for not having to put up with Mori for a while, if he could even experience those emotions.
Without saying goodbye, the boy started walking to his room. He ignored the doctor's crying noises coming from behind.
Living alone seemed fine to him. There wasn't going to be an annoying Mori every day to bother him or father's constant punishments, which involved a lot of beating. Perfect.
But how was he going to practice magic with his ability? Dazai was sure there was something the two men didn't tell him. How cruel.
The plane ride was peaceful with only Dazai and Hirotsu there. The brunette was currently reading his favourite book "The Complete Guide to Suicide". A breakfast he didn't bother eating sat before him.
The plane landed, notifying Dazai. When he stepped off the plane, Hirotsu followed close behind. The airport was crowded, Dazai's formal attire standing out to the normal looking people.
Outside a luxurious looking limousine was waiting for him. Hirotsu opened the door for Dazai to enter. It was as expensive inside, as it was on the outside. The windows were blackened, so he couldn't look out of them, despite that he stared at the window. The brunette didn't think of anything. Dazai's mind was fully blanc.
When he finally arrived at the location, Hirotsu got out of the limousine and opened the door for his master. Bowing, he made way for Dazai. Before him stood a massive three story building. The Tsushima manor. But it wasn't anything surprising to the boy. The Port Mafia skyscrapers were way bigger.
Around him laid neverending green lands, some filled with trees. Mountains stared at the brunette from a long distance. Birds flying above his head. The sky a clear blue.
Dazai just stood there. A slight breeze brushing against his skin.
It was peaceful.
And Dazai enjoyed it.
Not that he actually could. Only a human could feel things like this. Dazai doesn't feel emotions. He simply isn't a human. Not even a living being.
The boy slowly headed for the entrance to the manor. He couldn't say it looked bad inside. Just somewhat old. The walls painted a dark red, wooden floor underneath the matching red carpet. Big windows hidden behind white curtains.
Dazai remembered this place. After all, he spent a good seven years here since he was born. Sadly, the brunette had to leave, due to his father. He currently lived in Yokohama, but Dazai originally grew up in Scotland.
The boy headed to the room, he remembered was his own. It was the same as it was years ago. Just some dust and spiders webs were added to the interior. A big bed was in the center of the room, a mirror leaned against the door, showing Dazai's slim figure.
He turned away from it, not wanting to stare at the diss formed reflection. It was far from human. Maybe an entity?
Dazai jumped on the bed, face in the pillow. It felt good to have a rest. He started to drift off to sleep. The extra comfortable bed was luring him into rest.
The brunette slowly fell asleep, the soft sheets keeping him warm.
*Thud*
Dazai sat up in an instant, having been waken from his deep slumber. What was that noise?
He looked around. It was pitch black. A cold wind brushed against his skin. Dazai squinted his eyes and spotted an open window. He didn't remember opening one. That wasn't as important as to what has made that noise.
The boy stood up and looked around the room. He eventually managed to turn on the bedside lamp. Yellow light blinded his vision, forcing the brunette to close his eyes. Dazai again searches the room for anything unusual.
On the floor layed a ball fluffy colorful feathers. Wait what? Feathers?
He first gave it a gentle push with his leg. When the ball of feathers didn't move, Dazai crouched down and turned it around.
It was an... owl? What was it doing here? In his room?
The boy inspected the animal carefully, looking for anything unusual. An envelope sat on the ground next to the bird.
Dazai picked up the letter. A blood red mark sat on the yellowish paper, just where it was supposed to be opened. On the back was written a text in green ink.
Mr O. Dazai, master bedroom on the second floor, Royal Mile, Edinburgh, Scotland.
The letter was written to him. But by who?
Dazai shifty opened the envelope and taking out a paper. A beautifully written text in the same ink was staring back at the boy.
Dear Mister Dazai
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1st. We await your owl by no later than July 31.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
Oh. Now Dazai got it. It was an acceptance letter. So he just had to send a reply? And how was he going to get the supply list? Ugh, they never tell him anything. Just like Mori.
The brunette's head was full of questions. But there were no answers. Maybe Hirotsu knows something-
*Knock, knock*
Just in time.
"Come in"
The boy's calm voice was heard by the butler. The gray haired man walked in the room and bowed.
Now Dazai was curious as to what he was doing here at this hour. Maybe he woke him up. The old man started talking.
"I have heard a noise coming from your room,