BSDxDeath Note
Behold, my awesome crossover! I call it 'Death of Stray Dogs'.
The plot doesn't really follow either anime.
Quick breakdown:
Story intro to Dazai's POV:
PM!Dazai doesn't wander to Odasaku's doorstep; Instead, as he's bleeding, nerves screaming, and brain blurry from head trauma, he desperately crawls his way into a fire escape to hide from his attackers. It just so happens that the fire escape belongs to none other than Light Yagami, a brilliant, studious, and good-natured 16-year-old.
Upon discovering Dazai passed out on his fire escape, Light snaps into action- after all, his father was the police chief, so he knew how to administer first aid. He takes Dazai to his bathroom and gets into the first aid kit, methodically treating his wounds.
Dazai wakes up to the strangest thing of his life- being cared for. He has the feeling he doesn't need to do anything, that everything will be taken care of, but his time in the mafia has taught him never to trust strange things he's never experienced before.
Light lets him stay silent for a little bit, to get his bearing, but after he finished patching Dazai up he made polite introduction.
"Hello there."
Silence. Dazai stares, waiting for what the boy will say, waiting for the boy to give away his intentions.
Light speaks gently, in a measured way, careful not to startle or upset Dazai. "My name is Yagami Light. What's yours?"
"... Dazai. Dazai Osamu." Dazai speaks carefully, like an animal waiting for signs of a predator.
Light breaks into a smile. "What an unusual name."
Dazai frowns. "'Light' isn't your average name either, you know."
"Ah, my apologies." Light laughed slightly, and Dazai couldn't help but smile slightly. It was contagious, the open demeanor Light had. "Well," Light said, becoming slightly serious. "I'm not going to ask what happened to you. I have a feeling you won't answer me, but is there anything you need?"
Dazai matched Light's seriousness. He stayed still for a moment, then said, "You got anything to eat?"
Light's eyes widened. "Oh! Of course! I'll get you something from the kitchen." He stood up from where he had been kneeling next to Dazai. "I wouldn't recommend getting up; your wounds are quite extensive. I'll be back in a moment, Osamu."
Light left, but Dazai's mind was distracted. This was a very new situation. Light had, instead of ignoring him or using his unconsciousness to harm him, had gone out of his way to help him and tend to his wounds. Light was... nice. And that was very new.
Light had used his first name, something so foreign to Dazai that the name was almost not referring to the same person: Dazai was a mafioso, a criminal, a monster- the demon prodigy of the Port Mafia. Osamu was... someone else. It wasn't a name that fit with the mafioso identity that had been thrust on Dazai. Maybe... Maybe Osamu was the kind of person who deserved care from strangers. Dazai certainly didn't.
Everything was new, and new things were almost always bad for Dazai. But... he found himself liking this. He wasn't in as much of a hurry to leave as before. Maybe he could stay for a little bit- after all, his wounds did hurt. Maybe, just maybe, he would come back.