Chapter 1
Today marked a week after Dazai had left Hogwarts, and everybody was excruciatingly sad. Except Pansy, that is. She liked it better now that Dazai was gone for the year. She could do things without him getting in the way.
Blaise and Draco roamed the Slytherin quarters, chatting softly about Dazai, reminiscing about their memories with him. They wandered into the sleeping dungeons, subconsciously walking to Dazai’s bed. Once they arrived, they stopped walking, staring at the bed. This had become a daily routine for them, waking up, walking around, talking, and eventually appearing before Dazai’s bed.
This time, however, something caught Blaise’s eye. It was a folded piece of paper, peeking out of the covers on his bed, and he carefully picked it up. Draco glanced at him for approval before taking the letter from him. The white lined paper was littered with drawings. Crayon, Blaise presumed. Unfolding it, the letter read,
Dear Dazai,
I hope your time at your new school is going smoothly. I assume you’ve gathered information about everything, yes?
That owl of yours is very troubling, however. I suggest that you train it.
The word, ‘No’ was written beside the sentence in Dazai’s handwriting. The boys chuckled a bit, continuing to read. There were more complaints about Featherbrain, and more drawings. The boys skimmed it lazily until they came across one specific word, father.
The sentence read, As you’ve been asking, your father is getting significantly worse. Without you here, he’s been targeting Elise-Chan, my poor girl. Thankfully, she cannot really get hurt like you can. That’s what we love about you, Osamu! I’m so excited for when you get back to Japan. I’ve been waiting to try my new experiments on you!
The boy’s hearts dropped suddenly. Experiments? Getting hurt? The letter ends with,
Love,
Mori
The boys looked at each other, fear in their eyes.
Breaking the silence, Blaise's voice quivered slightly, “Is he… safe? At home? Do you think…?”
Draco didn’t know what to say, “I don’t know.”
“And- And what about his father? Is Mori not his father?”
“Maybe that’s why he calls him Mori instead of dad or father.”
“But who do you think is his real dad?” Blaise worried.
“I don’t know.”
They stood there in silence.
“What do we do?” Blaise asked, “Is he even coming back for next year?”
“Should we tell someone?”
“Would Dazai want us to?”
They thought about that for a few moments before Blaise spoke up again, answering his own question. “No, he wouldn’t want us to, but we should.”
Draco nodded his head, agreeing.
Without a word, the two wandered out into the halls, “Who should we go to?”
“A professor, definitely.”
“Do you two need something?” A voice asked from behind them. Turning around, they saw that it was Professor Snape.
“Yes, actually. We need your help. It’s about Dazai.”