BSD X reader insert!
-This is going to be different from the other stories. It's obviously a different fandom, but I'd like to point out there are no ships. (That follow through at least)
-There is a bit of Dazai X reader.
Warnings: SH mention, death, etc, reader has SH scars btw, but that's not the focus.
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How long have you been here?
Every object around you has been observed more than once. You saw the cracks, crevices and dried grey paint on the walls. You traced the white desk in front of you in boredom, metal clanging as you moved your hand.
Your hands mimicked a person, making your two fingers walk along the table. Nails made a high-pitched sound as they collided. Your fingers did a little dance, then they turned.
"How long is this going to take." You said to no-one in particular. Your eyes followed your fingers, watching how they moved along.
A breath came out of your mouth as you slouched in the metal chair. Your head resting on the back-rest.
"Sit back up Y/N L/N. No time for slouching."
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and slouched even more.
"You try being in a sticky cell. Do you even clean those walls?" You pointed behind you.
"Normally it's a lot worse. Blood doesn't come off easily."
"Have you tried baking soda and vinegar? It sounds like bogas, but it works on mine." You smiled coolly at his attempt to scare you.
He rolled his eyes in response and crossed his arms. Probably an attempt to recover his fragile ego. You watched him glance down the long hall.
"Why the chains anyway?" You asked, making conversation. He didn't turn to you.
"Real mature, Akutagawa."
You heard the door clang, opening to reveal Mori. Your frown becomes more evident. Now you're paying attention to your heart, to keep it from distracting you. Your breathing changes to a more composed state. Minimal oxygen going into your lungs.
You're scared of him. Hearing what he has done to former Port Mafia members, and current ones, made you aware of his presence more.
When you walked into the building, you kept your walls up. Even with your mask covering, your eyes searched every corner, every trace he has made. In order to avoid him.
Now you can't escape. You're locked in here. With him in front of you.
"Y/N L/N..." He dragged your name as if it was the worst slur known. His creepy smile didn't faze you, it was the soulless eyes that got you.
The true eyes of a psychopath.
Dead.
No matter how much he smiled, how much he hid them, you could see those eyes.
You tried your best to preserve yourself, but your heart rate was increasing. This made you lift your head a little and breath a bit more than you monitored.
His smile contorted.
Fuck.
You felt your throat run dry, your neck twitched as you tried to get that hydration back.
"I want to assign you...with a very important mission." He spoke at a slower pace, so you understood every word he said.
"And what would that be." You quickly composed yourself afterwards, hearing the slight nerves in your voice.
He turned his head slightly, his hair slowing with it.
"I want you to capture him."
He slid a picture close to you, you lifted your wrists, with chains, and turned the picture around. Your eyes shot open as you looked back up at him.
"Alive." He stood up with both hands on the table. His chair screeched back from his movement.
"Fail, and this will be your last mission." His face fell as he spoke those last words. Your eyes fell back on the picture, doubts filled your mind.
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A week passed you quicker than expected. Every day, and night, you searched. You infiltrated highly restricted areas, had co-workers hack systems to get records. You had people who 'knew' people search. Soon, a majority of the Port Mafia were searching.
At this point, it was obvious what was happening. Everyone knew the Mafia was searching for someone, but no-one knew who. The mere fact that so many valuable people were risking their lives to even sneak a glance at him, shows he's dangerous.
You were taught to never underestimate your enemies, no matter how pathetic their reputation or records were. This person, you already knew he figured you out.
You knew he caught on by day one. Even though you never saw him, it doesn't mean he hasn't seen you. If the area was clear, you felt a pair of eyes follow. You felt his eyes and it scared you.
If the choice was up to you, he should have been the leader of the Port Mafia. His expression put Mori's to shame, made Akutagawas power look weak. If anyone were to underestimate him, god be with them.
"Any progress?"
"None so far."
"Sector A is clear."
"Nothing here either, L/N." Akutagawas voice responded, you let out a groan of annoyance.
You turned from the buildings foundation, and walked to the other side. You glanced across the men you had on the streets.
"Bloody hell."
"What? What is it?"
"This man is difficult to find." You sighed, until your ears picked something up. You walk to the sound and peak over the alleyway beneath you. A flash of white shot up in front of you, causing you to flail back.
"On me!" You shouted into the microphone, rolled back and shot up at the light.
"Weretiger!" You informed neighbouring authorities of who it was, and they surrounded the rooftops.
He shot at you quicker than you could register. His eyes were a fearsome yellow, distorted face resembling a tiger. His arms were huge compared to his body.
You dodged toward the ground, rolling to prevent impact. His punch collided with the cement roof, making a massive crater.
"Ignore him, our focus is the target!" You shouted, but they disobeyed and engaged with the Weretiger.
"I have Dazai!" Akutagawas voice rang through your earpiece, making you wince.
"No the hell you don't!"
"What?!"
"Why would he make himself evident to you of all people?! He hates you!" You shouted, now running across rooftops towards his location.
"Explain to me why there's an Armed Detective Agency van here!" He shouted back at you.
"Where is here?!"
"The docks you idiot! That's where you told me to search!"
"What?!" Your eyes widened at the words, stress overflowing in you.
"Akutagawa get out of there! It's a trap!" You vaulted over a railing, edging closer to the docks.
"And how would you know?"
"Because I didn't fucking tell you to search the docks! I told you to-"
A massive explosion cuts you off, fire and smoke colliding in a cloud. Debre flung everywhere, metal crashing on nearby rooftops and on the road. Some crashed onto cars, blood splashed onto windshields.
Your heart stops at the sight. Fire reflecting in your eyes.
"I told you back at the base where you should search. I told you-!" You turned and pointed at Akutagawa, who landed a few seconds before.
"-that this would happen! And what do you do?! You ignore my warnings and do it anyway! How fucking ignorant do you have to be-!"
A black and red rope coils around your neck, taking the air out of you.
"Listen and listen carefully." He brought your body towards him forcefully, almost flinging you.
"You are not the boss of me. You have no choice in what I do. Talk to me like that again and I'll rip your head off." He glared into your eyes, your bodies close.
"Do it then." You spat at him.
"Akutagawa!" You heard someone shout from the distance, he let go of you and copped a hit from a white flash.
Akutagawa and the Weretiger flung into the taller building neighbouring the one you stood on. The glass windows shattering upon impact. Akutagawa then uses his ability to wrap him up, like he did to you, and threw him near you.
He crashed next to you, but gained his composure from the impact.
"What have you done with Dazai?!" He shouted up at him.
"I have done nothing to him!"
"Don't play dumb with me! Where is he?!"
A pause ran through the air, your eyes wandered in front of you, then you looked up at Akutagawa. He hung onto the building and peered down at you.
"We don't know where he is." You spoke up, Atsushi looked at you, still in his tiger form.
Akutagawa flew over to you and Atsushi and landed next to you. His hands planted into his coat pockets.
"If you two didn't take him, then who did?" Atsushi asked, panicked.
"Any reported sights of Dazai?" You called into your earpiece. Silence.
"Hello?"
"Hey! Answer me!" You shouted.
"Don't shout in my ear!" Akutagawa shouted at you.
"We need to find our men." You stated. Running off from the two.
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Another day of nothing. No evidence, no leads, not even a trace. The men that were sent out to assist were injured, fortunately, only thirteen were killed. Not that their lives didn't matter to you. You've become so used to violence, that you don't shed a tear for a life lost.
The only exception, of course, is someone you loved.
You connected your music to the speaker. In the living room, lived a beautiful vintage coffee table. The rooms style is straight out of a 60s film. It had character, which you loved dearly. Your entire house did in fact.
However, you did have a modern touch to it as well. The kitchen counter tops were a nice marble, but you made up for it with antiques you decided would look good on the counter.
The ceiling lights were almost never used unless you wanted to take a picture. You used candles, lamps, anything besides that dreadful, blinding white light.
Every time you entered your home, you felt like a different person. You entered your souls home, the place of comfort.
The speaker begins playing your favourite hits, erupting into the lounge room. It wasn't too loud to bother neighbours, but enough to let them know you were having a damn good time.
You were already in your comfort clothes, dancing along to the music. You twirled, spun and did questionable movements. Your skills didn't matter as the music flowed within you like your own blood.
At a particular part of your playlist, you sang to your heart's desire. Why let your body hog the music and not let your heart speak?
You weren't tone deaf at all, matching the notes to a decent extent. You couldn't reach higher notes, so you didn't bother and let the music back into your body.
Now you were preparing dinner, stove heating and you're still grooving. You laid your ingredients out.
You needed this, to let loose. The Port Mafia and Armed Detective Agency gave you stress over the past few weeks, even more so in the past one. No-one bothered you when you were home.
Well they tried to, but outside of work hours you did not answer texts. The exception being your boss, since you were scared of him. Maybe scared isn't the correct word, you were wary of him.
The pan sizzled from the food you put in, and while you were waiting, you chopped up some vegetables to go with your dinner. A variety of nutrients was needed in such a cruel job.
"Having fun?"
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You stopped chopping the carrot you were on. No-one has ever been in your apartment before, what the hell do you do?
You gripped the knife, and threw it directly at where the voice came from. It sliced through the air, twirling like a windmill. The person moved it's head slightly, amused.
"Don't look so shocked, what did you expect?" Dazai smiled at you.
What the hell was he doing here?
Your mind went from 'why is this strange man that I'm after in my home' to 'the foods burning'. You quickly turned back around, grabbing the spatula in a panic to turn the food in your pan. In the midst, you turned to him, still in the same place.
He didn't try anything, he just stayed in that area. You grabbed your sauces in a rush and threw them in. It was still the same amount, but your body was almost in shock.
"What do you want, exactly?" You asked, breaking the tension.
"Is it so wrong to talk with a former co-worker?" He asked.
You sighed, turning off the stove. The sizzling stopped as you moved the pan away from the hot element.
"Don't answer my question with a question. What do you want?" You repeated, walking towards the higher cupboards where your plates are.
"Tell me, L/N, where would I find the replicated documents of my...time at the Port Mafia?"
"You came to me to ask that? I don't have access to those documents."
"Oh, but you do. You may not have the direct permission, but you know exactly where they are. Mm, why may that be?"
You stopped plating your food on the counter. He was now on your couch, looking at you with an unreadable expression.
"I'm not surprised you know. Who would be at this point."
"Why do you want to leave the Port Mafia, L/N?"
You listened to your playlist in the background, trying to ignore his question. He has ruined your entire mood. So much for letting loose.
"I would much rather have this conversation in a more...safe location." You stated, making a quick glance at the camera in the corner of your living room.
He didn't say anything, but grabbed your phone and turned up the volume. He did so hidden from the camera.
"He can still see us, you know that right?" You asked with sarcasm.
"Mm, how would that be solved?" He stood up from your couch, grabbed his gun and shot the camera quicker than you could figure out what was happening.
"Why the hell would you do that in my house?!" You yelled.
"The music covered the sound, relax." He stated, placing the gun back into its socket. You were gobsmacked.
"You still shot a bullet in my house!"
"You have also shot bullets into people's heads, what's the difference?" He asked, looking at you.
"...My antiques are expensive."
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You walked into the familiar hallways of the Port Mafia building. Your suit on you like a glove, highlighting your physique. The mask covered your mouth and nose.
Your thoughts retracted back to yesterday. It was a very eventful day, much more than others. The search, the Weretiger, the explosion of a docks complex and of course Dazai on your couch.
It was a hard thing to process.
The only thing you had to worry about today is to completely avoid Mori, under any and all circumstances. He would have seen the video, and probably heard the beginning of yours and Dazais conversation.
It was probably Dazais intention to let Mori eavesdrop. Not that you would complain, he was right that you hated the Port Mafia.
The mere idea of Mori interrogating you made you nervous. This was the last thing you wanted from the Port Mafia boss.
The clicks of your shoes echoed in the hallway you walked. You had to act normal. Mori didn't hear the importance of the discussion, your plans. However, he did hear Dazai say:
"Why do you want to leave the Port Mafia, L/N." His smile showed that his plan was for Mori to hear that specific part. He set you up for today. You knew he would pull such a thing, but this did benefit you.
It dropped the hint you held onto for the past four years.
Didn't change the fact he could murder you at any point in these hallways.
You walked through the building as per routine. The rooms are coming into view. It would be wrong to call them individual dorm rooms, but it was more of a closet.
You already had your gear on you, it's placed in your home. The only reason you didn't want to use the provided closets is because certain people like to snoop.
Your guns were way too valuable for some pesky guy to put his hands on. It cost you a lot of heads.
With the Mafia, you get a paycheck with each target you have killed. It wasn't the preferred method you would have liked to receive money, but it was worth it.
"Where have you been?" A voice knocked you out of your thoughts. You recognised it as Kouyou Ozaki, one of the many people you despised. She loved to take control over people, manipulating them into thinking they need her.
You also recognised her behaviour towards Kyoka, a young girl with a similar ability to Kouyou. She ended up taking the mother role, thinking she was being a good mother by keeping her in the darkness.
It caused a conflict a while ago, when Kyoka tried to get out of the Port Mafia. Kouyou Ozaki went that day, the day many men were killed, and where more were gravely injured.
Its a miracle Kyoka survived, maybe from the protection of the Weretiger.
Anyway, you didn't like how Kouyou had the roles she didn't deserve. Especially since she didn't really care about Kyoka.
"That is none of your business." You replied to her, back towards her. She stood behind you, almost threatening to place that sword straight through your abdomen.
"We all heard the recording. Do you really think you can leave the Port Mafia without guns to your head?" She asked. You knew that Mori saw the video, but you didn't think he would show the other members of the Port Mafia.
"It does not matter how many there are, Kouyou. I can leave whenever I'd like."
"Then why didn't you when Dazai left? Is there really no reason you stayed or are you leaving something out." She stated, walking closer to you.
"I have no obligation to tell my story, nor will I listen to you pry. Have you ever wondered why Kyoka left?" You asked, turning to face her. She looked at you, with a stoic expression.
"It's because you always have to stick your nose somewhere it shouldn't be. Kyoka left because she hated it here, as do I, and you pestering her made her leave faster." You didn't have an expression, merely watching her eyes turn that of flames.
"Do not speak to me that way-"
"You also think you have authority to ask me such questions and demand respect. You will never earn it." You raised your voice, hearing her anger from before.
She stayed silent, her posture upright as she peered down at you. You did the same, looking at her with nothing more than remorse. Her sigh broke the silence between you two.
"Despite everything, the hatred you feel for me and the Mafia. I hope you make it out alive," she spoke softer, walking past you. She stopped walking once she passed and continued, "I do ask one thing of you, L/N."
You hummed, letting her know you were listening.
"Take care of Kyoka for me, you will do a better job than I ever have." She walked away after she spoke, letting her words sink in.
You would have taken care of her anyway, she was a child in this mess. You two didn't speak that often, but there were times when you took care of her. By Kouyous message, she did try to care for her. It wasn't enough, but it was something.
You and Kyoka were acquainted, you weren't friends but you weren't strangers. You were more of a supporter and defended her when you could. It wasn't much, but you saved her a few times from being killed.
However, you couldn't help her escape.
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Mori had called you into his office, he sent Akutagawa to find you. It was foolish to come here, you knew the consequences, but you did anyway. You needed to do one more thing before you left for good.
You walked through the double doors, two men holding them open for you. You didn't thank them, as you normally would. Except you walked right through and stared into Mori's eyes. He sat behind his desk, Elise playing with her toys next to him.
As you walked closer, something felt off. He wasn't moving, neither was Elise. Normally Elise wouldn't be able to stay still.
You paused mid-walk, frowning as you looked at the pair. A sound came into your hearing, a quiet beep, now getting progressively louder.
Your eyes shot open as you ran back to the double doors. They were shut closed and locked from the outside. You banged on the door, kicking it with full force. The sound got louder as you realised what you had to do.
You looked back in the direction of Mori and Elise in horror, seeing they weren't there. The small black disks on the desk told you they were holograms.
A fucking trap this high in the air?! You were at the top of the building!
Time seemed to slow as you sprinted towards the windows, your only escape now. You grabbed your gun from your hip, aiming towards the windows. You shot as many times as you could, trying to split apart the glass.
Failing to destroy it, you resorted to running straight through it. You shielded you face with your forearms, and jumped through the glass, breaking it down.
Reality returns to normal pace, with you falling out the broken window from a deafening height. Only seconds after you jumped, the top floors exploded. The sound makes your ears scream at a high pitch.
You turned midair, to witness debris flying out from the floors. Metal, windows and parts of the walls came with the fire breaking out of the building.
Your hair flowing around your face, as you stared up at the explosion. Cold air tickles your skin, goosebumps forming from the sudden change of temperature.
You didn't like the agency, they didn't like you. But never, would you have thought, they'd try to blow you up.
Did they think you were dangerous? That you were horrible enough to blow up half a building just to kill you?
It didn't make sense.
Your thoughts raced, one coming in, staying for a few seconds, then another, and another.
Soon each thought, sprinted and pushed the other out of your mind. The next one shoves the previous even harder. And harder, and harder.
Everything hurt. Your throat hurts, your lungs and your head pounded.
Someone was screaming, so loud. It was deafening, you could feel it through your entire body.
You edged closer to the ground. Your tears floated up from you, like some backwards waterfall.
Was this it? The end of your life?
You let out your last breath, closing your eyes.
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You fell into a weird place. Everything was white, pale white. There was no glare in the light, you edged closer towards it. There were no thoughts present, just you walking. Nothing else bothered you.
One step in front of the other.
Left foot, right foot, left foot, right-
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foot, left foot-
"✓``§¢[€§`=,€✓`§``[€§!"
What was that noise?
You paused, stopping midway. You were so close to the light, why did something have to disturb you?
"Wbsosbw, sjssosmwu. Sjwwosbd?"
Who is muttering this gibberish?
You looked around, trying to find the source. Nothing but white surrounded you. That was until you saw another white light, it was brighter than the other.
It was more appealing, the other seemed dim in comparison.
You walked towards this one. A walk turned into a run, a sprint. You soon found yourself bolting towards this light. Why were you so eager?
The light came closer, until you crashed into it. This small crash, caused you to fall. It mimicked how you passed away, falling backwards.
Your hair flowing around you...
You fell further, and further. The more you did, the more scared you became. Where was the ground?
Turning, you see the ground fly at you. It hit you immediately, but it was a light collision.
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You screamed, sitting upright. Your chest clenched, tears rolling down your face.
Wait.
You could see. You could see a room, it wasn't white. The bed and walls were, but there were more colours.
"Are you alright?" Someone barged through a door you just noticed. You look up towards the sound and see Atsushi. You didn't blink, just stared at him.
He smiled at you, before saying.
"They're awake!"
Were you not just...dead? Was that a dream?
You looked down at your hands, they were wrapped up, some blood seeping through. Turning them around, you realised this wasn't a dream either, you felt real.
You could breathe, you could blink and think. How is this possible?
"Afternoon, L/N, how are you feeling?" A lady, you heard her name was Akiko Yosano, walked in with white gloves. They looked like surgery gloves they use in the hospital.
"I'm...alright? A little jet-lagged I suppose..." You spoke softly, still trying to wake up.
"Ah don't worry about that, just a little side effect." She walked closer to your bed, blowing air into the gloves to readjust them.
"Side effect?" You frowned, trying to comprehend what she was talking about. Did she poison you?
"My ability is 'Thou shalt not die', basically bringing people back from the dead." She explained.
You made an 'oh' sound, now understanding what happened. A question pondered in your mind, you were unsure if you should ask it. The sound of a chair made you look at Atsushi, getting comfortable on the left side of the bed.
"Oh, hey Dazai." Atsushi spoke, looking towards the door. You followed suit, seeing Dazai leaning on the door, arms crossed. He was already looking at you, he had little to no expression. You were used to this by now.
"Atsushi, could you leave us for a moment?" He asked, looking at him.
"O-oh sure. Hope you feel better." He smiled at you and walked towards the exit. Dazai gave way, motioning him through. Once he walked out, he closed the door and walked towards Atsushis previous spot.
"Can't believe that the building exploded." Yosano spoke, unwrapping your hands. She was going to change the dressing so it wouldn't get infected. You don't remember how you got those, maybe from the landing.
"You used to be part of the Mafia as well, right? I barely saw you." You said, looking up at her on your right.
"That's because you avoided Mori, I was always with that bastard."
"Sucky..." You commented, reflecting on the ugly faced boss you remember.
A silence fell over the room, it wasn't that awkward, but it was since the only thing you had in common was murder, the Port Mafia and Mori being your boss.
"Have you destroyed the documents?" Dazai asked out of the blue, you turned to him, looking into his eyes. You looked into his right one (or left on your side), since you never used to see it.
It looks the same as the other, it just looked odd because you've never seen it up close until now.
"I didn't get time to check... Mori, or 'holographic Mori' called me up to his office a few minutes after I entered the building."
"Don't you think your criminal records are more important than your former boss?" He inquired, his hands were interlocked as he leaned his arms on his thighs. He had a small frown this time.
"I know, I'm stupid-"
"Now they can leak your documents and expose you."
"Yeah I-"
"You'll be known to the general public and be classified as a criminal."
"I get it Dazai! Damn, I just got back from the dead and you're already lecturing me." You turned your body away from him.
A moment of silence crossed the air before he sighed.
"I'll get someone to erase your record." He informed.
"Wait seriously? You can- oh yeah you can. How else did you get out." You sounded enthusiastic at the beginning, but died out at the end.
"On one condition."
You turned back around, looking up at him from your laying position.
"I'm all ears." You stated, a small smile on your face.
"You join the Armed Detective Agency." He finished. You began laughing at his comment, covering your mouth as you had a little laughing fit.
Once you realised no-one was laughing, you looked at him through your tears.
"Oh, wait, you're serious?" You asked.
"Dazai, I can't just switch leagues." You stated, then realising the other two people in the room have as well.
"I've killed-" They have too, you idiot.
You internally conflicted yourself.
"I don't even have a special ability." You said sheepishly.
"Do you really not understand, L/N." Dazai spoke, looking down at you.
"I do understand how crazy it is, even though you two pulled it off doesn't mean I can."
"Not that."
"What don't I understand Dazai?" You asked, cutting the chase you started.
"You have a special ability, you just never used it."
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Chapter 1 ended.
That, ladies and gentlemen is all I have time for. I've been really unmotivated lately, yknow how life goes. I may or may not update this story, you'll never know.
Anyway, not really proof read, so ignore any mistakes.
Lots of love,
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