Confrontations and Guests
“Mori, What the hell is this?!” Dazai stormed into the man’s office holding the book, all wrapped up in bandages again. What Dazai didn’t know, was that there were guests.
“Ah, this must be Dazai, right?” The blonde stranger said, standing up and reaching out his hand to Dazai, offering a handshake. He was speaking English, was he a foreigner? “I am Paul Verlaine. And this is my brother Chuuya.” He switched to Japanese and motioned for the other guest; a kid, to say hi as well. Ew, he was a ginger, and he seemed to be really short.
“Hey.” The ginger said, he sounded like a rich spoiled brat. And what was that accent they both had?
Mori decided to answer for Dazai, it was the first sign for Dazai to leave. “Yes, that’s Dazai-kun. Was it something urgent you wanted to ask me? We’re discussing rather, important, matters at the moment.” That was the second sign.
“Since this revolves around him too. And Chuuya is here, shouldn’t Dazai stay here as well? And you both can get to know each other; wouldn’t that be great Chuu?” Verlaine suggested, with a thick accent, what could it be, ‘French?’. The ginger didn’t respond. And what was revolving Dazai, had Mori talked about him with them? Was it a secret assassination plan? Oh, he sure wished it was!
Mori let out a sigh. “I suppose you are right. Dazai, take a seat.”
This felt weird, weird and suspicious. Who were these people, were they from a foreign organization that wanted to form some alliance with the Port Mafia? Why were they talking about Dazai, why was their conversation revolving around him? He slowly sat down on the doctor’s office chair by his desk. “What is all this about?” That’s what he wanted to know, first, he finds weird books, books that shouldn’t even exist. And now there’s visitors who are taking with Mori about him? Dazai laid the book in his lap, and the itching that had been on his fingers disappeared. It was all so, weird.
“Well, Dazai-kun, you are going to be sent on a long-term mission.; along with young Nakahara here.” Mori says, he looks so pleased with himself, it makes Dazai want to rip out the man’s intestines and let Elise use them as a jumping rope, but something tells me that he’d enjoy that. Creep. And to top it off, he was being sent somewhere with that spoiled short ginger.
“Ahh! That makes me remember, Chuuya! Show him, show him!” Verlaine says excitedly, looking over at his brother.
“No way I’m going to show a kid I just met.” The red head responds, with an added ‘tch’.
Dazai was confused, show what? Was the kid an ability user? And the ginger had no reason to call Dazai a kid when Dazai must be at least a decimeter taller than him. And what kind of long-term mission, did it have to do with the weird books?
“Ah, Dazai-kun, you always look so adorable when you’re confused. I wish I could see that expression on you at all times.” Mori was being a creep. The brunette hated it, and he knew it. Yet, he never stopped, he never stopped with his disgusting comments, it was utterly repellent to Dazai, and made his gut twist in disgust. “I take your confusion as you disobeyed me and ignored the books that I gave you.”
Well, there goes Dazai’s comfortable sleep in a bed, and it’s time to say hello to the dirty ground and loud barking from the port Mafia’s dog yard! And he really had to be saying this in front of some strangers, so typical of him, and so typical of any asshole. But the room feel silent, and Mori chuckled. That was unusual, he normally wouldn’t chuckle when Dazai disobeyed him.
“You’re a wizard Dazai.”