Yumeno Kyuusaku // Q
Q would have been on the verge of another temper tantrum if it weren’t for Verlaine. Even if Verlaine doesn’t like them, he still gets them little gifts out of —mostly— pity for the small child.
Q held their ability close as they ripped the new stuffed animal apart. They loved doing that. Soon though, their ability seemed to just disappear from their grasp. Q looked around frantically as they got up and checked every square inch of their little coth they, and Mori called a room.
Soon, Q’s body lit up with an ability Q hadn’t seen in years.
-”Dazai-San?”
They asked as they looked around slowly. Dazai wasn’t there. Soon, Q’s ability popped out of thin air and fell right back into Q’s arms. Q held it close in a tight hug before they and their doll glowed a strange yellow light.
Q opened their eyes. They were very calm. That is before they felt something move within their grasp. They looked down. Dogra Magra turned their head to meet Q’s eyes.
-”...”
It was silent as they stared at each other with equally empty eyes. Dogra Magra was mostly the same, except that now they had two messy pigtails and legs—that didn’t seem to work—and seemed a bit more human. Their eyes also seemed to entice Q. They swirl around like those black-and-white swirly things you see in old movies when someone is hypnotized.
Q then set Dogra Magra down and sat across from them.
-”I think I’ve officially lost my mind!”
Q said happily. Dogra Magra shook its head ‘No’ before it spoke.
-”No.”
Its voice was low, similar to a whisper, but at the same time, the words echoed as if other people were saying the same thing. Not to mention that its Japanese was also very broken.
-”Okay then!”
Q said happily. After a while of silence, Dogra Magra spoke again.
-”Itch. E. Row.”
The whispers had died down slightly, but they still circled in Q’s head.
-”Itch e row?”
Q said confusingly.
-”Name.”
Their ability echoed again. Q thought for a second before it clicked.
-”Ichiro! That’s what you meant, right? That’s your name?”
Q asked excitedly. Ichiro nodded, making Q light up in happiness.
-”Yes!”
They yelled loudly and proudly. Ichiro then pointed at the rooms —if it could be called that— door. Q tilted their head in confusion.
-”Open?”
Whispered the ability. Q lit up again.
-”Wait, you can get me out!?”
Ichiro nodded to this, and Q lifted them.
-”Yes! Yes! I want out! How do you do it?!”
Q asked quickly as they jumped up and down before pointing their ability straight at the door as if they were a gun. Ichiro’s eyes then seemed to slow down their swirls and focus on the door. The latch shook before it broke entirely. Shattering and falling to the ground.
Q jumped up and down in happiness before quickly running out of the room and out, evading any guards that tried to grab them. Killing some with the help of Ichiro when they tried to alert others.
Ichiro was limp in Q’s arms as they skipped down the halls of the Port Mafia building, dead bodies strewn across the ground. Blood coating the walls and floors in a beautiful crimson.