#pumpkinpatchfics

[pumpkinpatchkid]

Stressful Day.

Pairing: Kunikida x f!reader

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Naughty words, dom!Kunikida, unprotected sex, just pure filth. 

You looked up from the book you were reading on the sofa when you heard the door slam shut.

“Kida?” You called out and stood up, straightening the button up shirt you stole from Kunikida’s wardrobe that evening. Your boyfriend had been getting home later recently due to the increased workload dumped on him because of his co-workers… Dazai especially. You sighed when he didn’t answer and adjusted your underwear, before going in search of him. Just as he kicked off his shoes aggressively at the entrance of your shared home, he stormed past you, grabbing your upper arm, dragging you to the bedroom.

“Kida, honey?” You whimpered as his grip tightened around your limb. The bedroom door swung into the wall at the force he opened it, quickly followed by it being slammed as he almost threw you into the room. You turned to look at him, and before you could see anything, each hand grabbed a side of the shirt you were wearing and yanked hard. Buttons popped off and fabric tore under the force of the pull, leaving your chest bare before Kunikida, nipples hardening at the sudden exposure.

You gasped, hands flying to take your boyfriend’s hair out of his usual ponytail as his lips attached to one of your breasts. He sucked on the skin of your chest roughly, dragging a mewl from your lips as your hands tangled themselves into his blonde locks.

“That bastard is insufferable” Kida growled against your skin, fingers digging into your hips with a bruising grip after he’d pulled the remains of his shirt from your body. You could only answer with a moan as he shifted to your other breast, sucking your nipple into his mouth roughly, swirling his tongue around the stiff nub. You were in for it now.

“Gets away with doing nothing for the agency.” Kida grunted as he jerked your underwear down your legs, picking you up out of the fabric pooling on the floor and threw you onto the bed. He discarded his own clothes with an almost inhuman speed before joining you on the bed, forcing your already shaking legs open for him. His head dipped between your legs and he gave you a forceful, long lick along your cunt, drawing a loud moan from your heaving chest. He didn’t often lose his temper like this, but whenever he did, you knew you were in for a long night.

“Useless, suicidal maniac” He snarled against your thighs, biting down as he roughly pushed his middle finger deep into your folds. He pinned your hip to the bed with his free hand as you tried to buck your hips to his hand, stretching you out as he forced another finger deep into your heat. Your head fell back onto the pillows as you moaned at the sensation, gripping at the sheets beneath your body. Kunikida’s rhythm was fast and brutal, and it had you drenching his hand within no time at all, almost making you scream when he attached his mouth to your clit, sucking harshly as he curled his fingers into that special spot you were hoping for him to pay attention to.

You felt his pace falter for a split second as your walls clamp around his fingers, and your hands yanking at his hair as the coil of pleasure that was building in the pit of your stomach snapped, and your first orgasm of the night washed over you hard and fast.

“Bastard doesn’t know how much stress he causes” Kunikida growled, pulling away from your pussy, licking his lips. He used the juices from his fingers to slick up his length, pumping himself a few times before the commands started.

“All fours. I won’t ask again.” He snarled and you complied, afraid of what the punishment would be if you dare disobey him when he was in this mood. He once again forced your legs open wide enough for his liking with his strong leg before positioning himself behind you.  You moaned loudly as Kunikida forced his cock into you with one, rough thrust, grunting in satisfaction as he bottomed out within you. He didn’t waste time for you to adjust to his size like he usually would, before grabbing your hips harshly, pulling out of your heat almost entirely before snapping his hips back to yours.

He held the animalistic pace he set, hitting so deep within you that you were already seeing stars. Your moans and gasps only spurred him on more, as he wrapped your long hair around his fist, yanking your head upwards, as he continued to pound into you ruthlessly from behind.

“You’d never be such an inconvenience, would you?” He snarled into your ear. A shudder ripped down your spine and his words caused you to clench around him for the second time that night.

“N-No Sir! Please...” You begged, although unsure what for. Another rumble sounded form his throat as he released your hair, using your hips to pull you back onto him with even more force than you knew was possible. The coil within you snapped harsher than the first time as you came, your juices leaking from your hole as Kunikida forced himself into you over again. Your knees almost gave in under you as his actions only sped up, your orgasm not fazing him in the slightest.

“Kida, baby, please… ah! T-Too much…” You whimpered through ragged breaths. It landed a harsh smack to your backside, causing you to yelp, your body arching away from the sudden pain.

“We’re not done until I say so.” His voice was raw; primal even. He shifted all his weight to his knees and pulled your body up to his chest by your throat. Your moans were restricted but it didn’t stop you letting them go as your boyfriend began to hit all the right spots from this new angle.

“You have one more in you for me, correct?” He whispered hoarsely in your ear as his free hand snaked around your waist and dipped between your legs, the pad of his thumb circling your soaked clit at a pace matching his thrusts. You whined out at the sensation, already overstimulated, but nodded the best you could with your other half’s hand still around your throat. He let his guard drop and moaned properly as your walls began to close around him once again, his thrusts becoming rapid and uncoordinated. You threw your head back onto his shoulder, heat rising in your body as Kunikida managed to rip another orgasm from your body. He growled loudly, grip tightening on your throat and his hand working quicker on your clit to keep you through your high, before he pressed his hips flush with yours, emptying hot, thick ropes of cum within you. You whined out in relief and pleasure as you felt Kunikida’s cock pulse against your walls, his pace slowing to a stop as his own ecstasy began to die down. You winced a little as he pulled his now softening member from you, and you both collapsed on the bed, completely spent.

You snuggled into Kida’s chest and hummed softly against his sweat-slicked skin as he wrapped his arms around you, tracing delicate little patterns along the naked skin of your back.

“I’m sorry, love, I wasn’t too much was I?” He mumbled, shifting to bury his face int your hair. You smiled into him and shook your head.

“Are you feeling a little better?” You asked after a few minutes of silence, neither of you moving. You felt a smile grow on his face, the smile he usually gave you after a session like this; the man was blissed out. He placed a soft kiss on the top of your head and whispered sheepishly against you.

“Much… Thank you…”

[pumpkinpatchkid]

Together

Pairing: Tsukishima x f!Reader

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: Pure angst, no comfort, mentions of death. 

You’d never had thought in a million years that Tsukishima Kei could have been tamed. He was a stubborn, hard-headed man. He rarely listened to others and kept more to himself than anyone you ever knew. But he was also a hard working man, and dedicated to his job at the museum and position in the Sendai Frogs, which was what attracted you to him in the first place, dreaming of a lame high school romance with the blond haired beauty. Yet there he was, sat on the sofa with his back to you in your shared home, sporting a four year old silver band matching yours on his wedding finger and your ten month old daughter in his lap, just ending their game of peek-a-boo.  

 You were leant against the door frame into the living room, watching the heartwarming sight before you. Even though you couldn’t see Kei’s face, you could tell by the slump in his shoulders and the tender touches he gave your daughter that he was content with life. That he was happy.

 Your heart swelled and bubbled with happiness as your daughter’s squeals and giggles bounced around the room as Kei tickled her tummy and sides, letting his own chuckles free as she squirmed under his touch. It only carried on for a couple more moments before he smoothed out her little striped dress and straightened her crinkled tights.

 You watched as he sat your daughter up in his lap, bouncing her gently as she reached out to pet her father’s infamous blond hair. She got her hair from him. But your eyes. She was the perfect mix of the pair of you. Tears came to your eyes, overwhelmed with the amount of love Kei could give when he kissed the little one’s chubby little hands. Then her arms, shoulders and all over her face. She giggled again and flopped forwards into Kei’s chest and nuzzled into the crook of his neck, worn out from all the playing, and from what you could tell, was more than ready for a nice, long nap with her Papa.

 A relaxing silence filled the house as Kei rubbed soothing little circles on his child’s back, humming softly to her – your wedding song. A few stray tears escaped your eyes, and you wiped them away quickly.

 “You’re so beautiful, my little chibi.” Kei spoke softly into your daughter’s hair as her breathing evened out. You normally wouldn’t have heard him speak, but as there was no other noise around, you heard him clear as day.

 “Don’t tell your Mama I said that though. She’ll think I’ve gone soft.” He chuckled to himself as he ran his fingers through tufts of her golden locks. Your daughter’s head shot up at the mention of you, which startled you both, as you’d both assumed, she was asleep.

 “Ma?” Your sweet little girl had asked, looking at Kei. He smiled and kissed her little button nose.

 “Uh huh. The teasing will be relentless, kiddo. It’s not worth it.” He hummed and rocked gently with her in his strong arms.

 “Now go to sleep, I’ll get my as- butt kicked if you’re not asleep soon.” He said, smiling as she shifted to settle down. Your heart almost burst at the sight. As she’d gotten into position to nap, she’d spotted you, and a large toothless grin appeared on her face, a light giggle bubbling at her lips as she pointed at you.

 “Ma!” She cried out. Kei’s head dropped and his shoulders tensed, cradling his daughter closer.

 “I know baby, I miss her too…” He whispered, even then his voice cracking. His shoulders began to shake, and you couldn’t hold in your tears anymore. You began to freely sob with him.

 If only I’d survived the complications…

 We could have had this, together.

[pumpkinpatchkid]

A Captain’s Confidence

Pairing: Daichi x Reader

Rating: 16+

Warnings: Slightly suggestive ending, body confidence issues, partial nudity, insecurities

As your boyfriend of just over a year, you’d say you’d gotten to know Sawamura Daichi fairly well. He was a strong, mature, confident man, who looked after others before himself. You loved him dearly and you both knew everything about one another.

 Which is why it shocked you when you entered your bedroom after a hot shower, in fresh pyjamas… Well, one of Daichi’s shirts and a pair of soft cotton underwear, to see him stood in front of your full-length mirror, in only his boxers, pinching at his stomach and thighs, shoulders slumped, and head hung low. At first you thought your eyes were playing tricks on you, as your room was only dimly illuminated by your bed side lamp, but as you blinked and the image didn’t go away, you realised something was wrong with your lover.

 “Dai? Honey, what are you doing?” You asked softly, approaching him slowly as if not to scare him away in a vulnerable moment.

You slipped your arms around his waist, running your fingers soothingly over the red areas he’d been focusing on.

 “Baby… Do I… look fat to you?” He asked finally, not meeting your eyes in the mirror. Your heart dropped as soon as the words left his mouth. He was self conscious? Did he really think he was fat? Had somebody said something to him?

 “It’s just… I’ve heard a few comments recently that I ‘look a lot bigger close up’… And just… Do you think I’m fat?” He asked again after your silent moment.

 You sighed softly and pulled away from him, turning him to face you by his broad shoulders, before crouching down in front of him. You noticed more red marks along his hips, pecs, and arms. Your heart shattered completely at the sight of your defeated boyfriend in front of you.

 “Sawamura Daichi, you are one of the physically fittest, and muscular people I’ve ever met.” You began to kiss the angry skin that he’d nipped at, making sure to care for every little spot he’d hurt.

 “You’re beautiful Dai… Your legs, stomach,  chest, all of you.” Your kisses began to trail higher as you tended to each mark. He sighed softly and relaxed under the sweet touch of your lips.

 “And it’s not just all your muscles that make you beautiful, either. You’re smart, strong, caring and confident.” You reached his chest and kissed along it. He hummed softly and rested his large hands on your hips, and his eyes met yours.

 “So even if you were fat, which you’re absolutely not, by the way, I wouldn’t love you any less.” Your last kiss landed on his lips. The kiss was tender and loving – it was soft and sweet, but enough to show him how you felt about him without any more words. He pulled you into his chest and wrapped his arms around you fully as you broke away from the kiss. A smile broke out over his face, and before you knew it, you were being swept up in his arms bridal style, causing you to squeal loudly and cling to Daichi for dear life. He laughed and carried you to the bed, dropping you onto it before hovering his body over you, kissing you sweetly once more.

 “Thank you, honey… Why don’t I repay your kindness, hm?” He spoke between kisses that trailed down your neck, causing your giggles to turn into a soft hum of pleasure.

 “There’s my Captain...” You breathed out, before tangling your hands in his hair as his kisses trailed lower still.

 God, you loved this man.

[pumpkinpatchkid]

Got Your Back - 002

Pairing: Atsushi x F!Reader soulmate au

Rating: 18+

Warnings: toxic thoughts, parental abuse, self-doubt/confidence issues

And that’s how you found yourself sat in an unfamiliar office, your clothing half burnt off and wrapped in Dazai’s large, beige overcoat. You watched the older gentleman sat across from you at his desk, with the blonde and Dazai accompanying him. The blonde man was watching you, stoic faced, his only movements since you entered the office was to either push up his glasses or check his watch. Dazai on the other hand, kept peering over the notes on the desk, and grinning to himself. Occasionally though, he’d hum a tune to himself that you’d never heard before.

 “So,” the man sat in-front of you started after clearing his throat. “I’ll start with introductions. This here, is Kunikida,” he motioned to the blonde.

 “I’m aware you’ve already met Dazai,” he continued, gesturing to the eccentric brunette you’d only met an hour ago. “And my name is Fukuzawa. I’m in charge of this group of misfits.” He said, offering you a warm smile. You nodded, subconsciously pulling Dazai’s coat tighter around you.

 “Y/N L/N.” You spoke quietly to fill the silence. Fukuzawa nodded and wrote something down on the notes in front of him.

 “And how old are you, L/N?” He asked, not looking up from the papers.

 What month are we in? August? Yeah, that’s about right, hard to keep track when you can’t afford a calendar, or keep your phone charged for half a day.

 “I’m uh… I’m eighteen… Next month, the 20th…” You replied and looked down. Surely your age would rouse suspicion within the group. Surely enough, Kunikida looked at you as he cocked his eyebrow, but said nothing. You felt a blush creep onto your cheeks under his stern gaze. Fukuzawa hummed and wrote down the new information.

 “And Dazai told me you were searching for a job?” He asked, finally looking back up at you. You simply nodded, unsure of what to tell him. He nodded in return before straightening up in his chair.

 “I’m correct in assuming you have a gift, L/N? A supernatural ability?” Fukuzawa asked with caution in his voice. Your eyes widened. Nobody had ever spoken so openly about your… nature before. Not like this. Not without poison, or malice. Not just out of curiosity.

 “That’s not exactly how my parents described it, but sure… I have a…. gift,” you muttered sheepishly, tugging at the singed fabric of your ruined favourite jeans. Fukuzawa hummed in approval, almost as if he understood your predicament without having to ask.

 “Well that’s what we call them here. Our organisation is the Armed Detective Agency. We’re run to help the police and government protect Yokohama from people out of their range of capability.” He explained, gauging your reaction.

 You sat there in utter disbelief. You had been told you were a monster by everyone surrounding you in your old life. You were nothing but a freak, a monstrosity to them. But here you could not only be useful, but a good person? You head spun.

 This has to be a fever dream or something surely.

 With your silence, Fukuzawa sighed softly. He opened his mouth to say something and stopped when you shifted in your seat.

 “I’m sorry, Fukuzawa, sir, but I really don’t understand what any of this has to do with me?” You said, or more asked. You scratched the back of your neck sheepishly, afraid you’d spoken out of line, only to be answered by Dazai giggling. Both Fukuzawa and Kunikida shot him a stern look, and he simmered down fairly quickly, the odd snicker still falling from his lips. The silver haired man then turned his attention fully back to you.

 “We usually conduct an entry exam. This is an intense and stressful situation, although harmless, to bring out the best in people. It’s designed to show us who would be capable of giving their life for others if the situation arises. However, due to the circumstances that brought you here today, I believe you would have passed our exam. Dazai also believes so, as he was the one to inform me of your actions.” Fukuzawa flashed you another half-smile. You could only sit there in shock.

 This is NOT happening right now.

 “I-“ you started.

 “We’d like to take you in, Y/N! We want you as part of the Agency! Come on, what do ya say?” Dazai sang, moving from behind Fukuzawa to wrap his arm over your shoulders, shaking you slightly.

 You were about to gladly accept, until the memories came back to haunt you. The worst timing.

 ‘You’re nothing but a monster!’ Smack. Your father had screamed and hit you again.  ‘You’re disgusting! You should die in a hole!’ Smash. Your mother had thrown her favourite vase at you, missing your face by inches. ‘Nobody will want you! You’ll end up in jail for being a disgrace to this earth!’ ‘We’d all be better off without you alive!’ They had both hurled insults, beatings and objects at you until the sun had risen.

 You snapped out of your memories with a harsh flinch and glanced up at Dazai.

 “I-I’m not sure… I just… Is it really true?... Can I be a good person, even as a monster?” You trailed off into a whisper, tears welling in your eyes as you looked at your lap.

 A soft hand with slender fingers cupped your chin, and through blurry eyes, you could only just make out Dazai, who was now crouched in front of you.

 “Hey, I get it… I promise I do. But even monsters have a chance to be good people. You do too, and I can also promise it’ll make your life a little more beautiful.” He spoke softly, wiping away a few stray tears that trailed down your face. You were in awe – the man who was an eccentric, loud and slightly strange character when you first met him only hours ago, was now giving you some of the most motivational words you’d ever heard.

 You sucked in a large breath and steadied your whirring mind. You closed your eyes for a moment, letting your thoughts dissipate before looking at Fukuzawa.

 “Okay. I’d like to accept your offer, Sir.” You said with a half smile. While Dazai returned to his odd self, whooping and dancing around the room, and Kunikida checked his watch again for what seemed like the hundredth time, Fukuzawa nodded, scribbling some more. Dazai threw an arm around you and pulled you into his side, a large smile plastered on his face.

 “Welcome to the Agency, Y/N!” He sang, twirling with you. You felt your cheeks heat up immediately, and you couldn’t help but let a giggle slip from your lips.

 “You’re so obnoxious, Dazai.” A deep voice piped up. You looked up to see that it was Kunikida who had spoken for the first time since you met him. His face was stern as he stared at the brunette prancing around you, but you noticed the look of fondness in his eyes. Fukuzawa stood from his position, and you looked up at him as he approached you.

 Are they all this tall?... You wondered. With a slight bow, he handed you a small piece of paper – a cheque with a sum that made your eyes bulge from your head a little. You’d never been allowed to get a job due to your parents’ fears of your ability being found out – and they had only given you small amounts to keep you alive.

 “I-I uh… Thank you so much…” You stuttered, still processing the amount in your shaking hand.

 I’m certainly not going to worry about money now… A smile crept up onto your face.

 “Consider it your first pay-check. Since my schedule isn’t fully booked today, I’ll be the one introducing you to the rest of our members.” Fukuzawa nodded and led you to the door of his office, where you could now here muffled voices and rustling behind it.

 I suppose they must have just arrived at work.

 A bubble of anxiety brewed in your stomach when a large hand patted at your shoulder. You looked up at Fukuzawa once more.

 “They may look like a strange bunch, but they’ll become your family sooner than you think.” He finished with opening the door to the main part of the office.

 Kunikida immediately returned to what was presumably his desk, muttering something about having to get back on schedule, pushing his glasses up and huffing.

 Fukuzawa cleared his throat, and everyone, except Kunikida turned their attention to him, and you, the new girl.

 “Everybody, this is Y/N, our new recruit. She’ll be working close with you all, do please take care of her.” Fukuzawa asked – or more instructed politely. At that moment, Fukuzawa’s phone started ringing. He sent a silent apology in your general direction and gestured for Dazai to take over, and with that he was by your side again.

 “That’s Yosano,” Dazai pointed to a young woman with a short black hair style, legs crossed over one another, as she read today’s paper. She looked up and smiled, before returning to her paper.

 “Kenji.” He pointed to a shorter blond boy in dungarees with a smile as bright as the sun. He waved to you with the hand that wasn’t occupied by a watering can, before turning to tend to the plants on the windowsill once more.

 “We have Kyoka” A short, teenage girl with long dark hair and big eyes pulled her attention away from assisting Kenji and have a short wave before going back to her duties.

 “We have the siblings, Naomi and Junichiro Tanizaki.” He pointed to an older teenage girl sitting at a computer, maybe high school age, sitting next to a sweet looking ginger male, who’s sweater sleeves covered his hands. They both offered quick ‘hellos’ and smiles before working once again.

 “And the young lady with the pretty face and brown hair that you saw at the entrance of the building was Haruno. She’s our secretary.

And that’s everyon- wait. Where are Atsushi and Rampo?!” Dazai cried dramatically.

 “Rampo wanted snacks and dragged Atsushi with him for help. You know how Rampo is getting about.” Yosano spoke without looking up from the paper as she turned the page. Dazai flopped against your shoulder, sighing into the crook of your neck. You patted his head awkwardly, sure that you’d have to get used to his affection quickly otherwise things could get uncomfortable.

 “I suppose you’ll have to meet Rampo and Atsushi some other time. Give me your number and I’ll walk with you tomorrow.” He sprung up again. You chuckled softly at his antics and added your number to Dazai’s phone. As he led you to the door, Dazai flashed you the charming smile he introduced himself with.

 “Can you find your way home from here?” Dazai asked, leaning against the door frame.

 “I can, thank you. Would you uh… Like this back?” You gestured to Dazai’s over coat still draped around your shoulders. He grinned.

 “Keep it until you get yourself some new clothes. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He blew you a kiss as you entered the hallway and you laughed, calling your goodbyes to the rest of the team, waving to Dazai as you walked off. As you got to the main entrance of the building, a young man, dressed in brown, a paper boy hat and glasses bumped into you. He looked lost.

 “My apologies, are you alright?” You bowed slightly. He looked up at the building, then at you and cocked an eyebrow.

 “I’m fine, thank you, Miss. I’m just waiting for a friend.” He dismissed you with the wave of a hand. You smiled and nodded before making your way through the streets to return to your shack – which seemed warmer and more welcoming than when you’d left it this morning.

 Rampo and Atsushi. I wonder what they’re like. You hummed to yourself as the names of the two missing members settled in your mind, smiling to yourself. You shrugged off Dazai’s coat and laid it over the arm of your small sofa, and traced your fingers over it lightly, his words coming to the forefront of your memories, making your heart swell with hope.

 It’ll make your life a little more beautiful…

[pumpkinpatchkid]

Got Your Back - 001

Pairing: Atsushi x F!Reader Soulmates

Rating: 18+ (eventually)

Warnings: Reckless behaviour, toxic thoughts, parental abuse, clothes being destroyed (no nudity), cursing, PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF ANYTHING ELSE NEEDS TO BE PUT IN THE WARNINGS <3

Soul mates. The one person that always had your back, literally and figuratively. When you’re born, there’s a permanent mark on your back that represents the person you’re destined to spend the rest of your life with. If one was a gifted, like yourself, there was an almost one hundred percent possibility you were paired up with another. Those who didn’t possess supernatural abilities had the thing that their soulmate treasured the most on their back. From birth, the large white tiger was prominent against your skin, and it grew with you, your whole life. At 18, it had covered the entirety of your back, yet the person it represented still hadn’t entered your life.

When? When will I meet them? You sighed as you examined the large feline in the mirror. Another morning, another search for a job to keep you going. It had been 3 weeks since you’d run from your parents and ended up in Yokohama. 3 weeks was all it took for the money you had run with to dwindle as you paid for a rundown little shack to keep yourself alive.

You tore yourself away from your reflection and began to rummage through your small duffel bag of clothes, hoping you still had some job-searching appropriate attire. At the bottom of the bag, you pulled out a neatly folded white shirt and your nicest black jeans, throwing them on after picking your freshly washed “lucky underwear set” from the line.

You ran your fingers through your hair, and pulled on your battered boots, making do before grabbing your key and half charged phone off the side, leaving the shack quietly and locking the door behind you.

You made your way down the trail that led into Yokohama’s smaller side of town and started your search for job openings in every window you passed. You weren’t entirely sure how much time had passed on your search, but your hopes began to fade.

Looks like another loss.

As you gazed into the buildings, you found yourself losing touch with reality, which you were brought back to as you walked straight into somebody.

“I’m so sorry” You instinctively said, looking at the floor as if ready for your punishment. The person you ran into began to laugh. You looked up to find a tall, beautiful brunette, with bandages poking out from under his shirt. He offered you a hand.

“No, I’m the one to apologize, pretty thing. Name’s Dazai Osamu.” You nodded and took his hand, where he began examining yours.

“Y/N L/N.” You watched this Dazai man carefully, as he investigated your palm, knuckles, fingers and wrist. He hummed and dropped your hand, seemingly satisfied.

“Is... everything okay, Dazai-san?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. He nodded, and a charming, yet mischievous grin spread across his face.

“So, L/N-chan. I’ll help you with whatever you’re looking for, and then you have to strangle me.” He beamed, as if proud of the proposal he just gave you. Your jaw slacked and you looked at him as if he’d grown 3 heads.

“S-Strangle you??” You sputtered out. Dazai nodded with a newfound enthusiasm and threw his hands into the air.

“To death!” He sang. Your face paled as you watched him. Then you began to laugh.

This man has well and truly lost his mind. You shrugged, re-composing yourself and hummed.

“I suppose I could humour you, Dazai-san. Say you could find me a job? If you can help me do that then we’ll figure out where to go from there.” You laughed as Dazai punched the air victoriously, eyes brimming with tears.

What a weirdo... You rolled your eyes when he turned his back to you and raised your eyebrow once again as he started to walk off into the now expanding crowd.

“I hear there’s lots of jobs going on the other side of here. Why don’t I accompany you?” He grinned, gesturing for you to follow his lead. You smiled at the eccentric man ahead of you and began to take your stride next to him. The walk was pleasant and filled with chatter. Dazai had guessed that you hadn’t been in Yokahoma long. He’d said you’d looked a little lost and claimed that’s why he “flew in to help like your knight in shining armour”. You couldn’t help but find yourself laughing at the man, his company was light-hearted, and his little quips undeniably made you smile. In all, he was quite sweet.

And not bad on the eye either... Maybe my soulmate got mixed up? He doesn’t look like someone to possess a tiger to me.

You were about to reply with something Dazai had said, before stopping in your tracks. You inhaled and the smell of smoke was thick in your nostrils. You spun to the direction the smell was strongest to see nasty black plumes of smoke dominating the otherwise blue sky. Without thinking you bolted to the scene of the fire, guided by your sense of smell, and the black towers above you.

When you reached the scene an apartment complex was ablaze, from the second story to maybe the fifth. Flames licked the outside world from where windows used to be, and a heavy congregation of people crowded the area. You pushed through them, eyes scanning for the victims. Ambulances and fire fighters were already at the scene, tending to the people pulled from the building.

Your heart began to lift, until you saw a woman on her knees, sobbing and crying out as she was being restrained in the arms of a fire fighter.

“My children! They’re in there!! Please, please! Get them out of there! My babies!” She was screaming at the man holding her back. You couldn’t hear exactly what he was saying to her as you’d already jumped, using the frames of the shattered windows to pull yourself to the third floor.

You burst in through the opening and were blanketed in darkness.

“Hot Blood, Eye of the Winged Serpent...” You muttered under your breath. A sudden flash stunned your world momentarily before reds and oranges, flecked with golds cleared your vision.

Much better.

With no sign of life in the room you entered, you began barging through the rooms of the floor, searching for the victims before moving onto the next, flames licking at your skin and scorching your clothes; it was a warmth you welcomed. As you rose your foot to kick down the next, your ears perked up as you could hear crying and begging come from across the hall. You spun and smiled, satisfied, as the door broke from its hinges giving you perfect access to the flame encased room. There, your eyes locked on to two white hot bodies, small and quivering in the middle of the room.

“Hey! Hey, it’s alright, I’m here to help.” You spoke above the crackling of the fire, approaching the two children with caution. A little boy, blackened from the smoke, eyes streaming, and clothes burned from his body, was cowering next to a little girl, laid under a large piece of furniture. She was sobbing for help.

“Please get my sister out! Help us please!” The little boy cried, coughing harshly. He used his body to protect the smaller girl beside him as a large flame lashed out at the three of you. You jumped between the children and the fire, shielding them both.

“It’s alright. We’ll get your sister out, Kiddo. And you two. You’ll both be alright, okay? Now try and calm your breathing. We can’t have you taking in any more smoke, can we?” You smiled softly at him.

As you turned to the little girl, you noticed some of her hair had been burned off, and the furniture had pinned her legs. You grabbed the corner of the large... bookshelf? it looked like, but you weren’t stopping to take a better look. You hoisted the object from off her, and the little boy dragged her into him. She let out a sob and clung to her brother. You scanned her over quickly, to find two broken legs.

Shit. This isn’t going to be easy.

“Alright buddy, I’m going to carry your sister, so I need you to hop on my back, alright? I’m gonna get you out of here.” You crouched in front of the pair, cradling the little girl in your arms, as her brother clambered onto your back.

“Ready? Hold tight.” You spoke to the pair, before taking off down the hall, staying low, and made your way back to the room you’d burst into. You clambered out of the hole in the wall and stood on the small ledge attached to the outside of the building, tightening your grip on the little one in your arms. You pulled the little boy by his arm to your front and held him close.

“We’re gonna jump, okay? Whatever you do, do not let go of me.” The pair nodded, heeding your instructions, before you let go. You heard the crowd below you scream, and your back hit the concrete below you, forcing yourself into a roll as your arms shielded the youngsters against your chest.

As you stopped rolling, you lay flat on your back, only meters away from the sobbing mother. She screamed when she saw her children and ran to them. She scooped them up, and thanked you through choked cries, cradling her babies. You nodded before hoisting your body from the floor. You made a quick exit, slipping through the large audience and made your way onto the next street, slumping against the wall. You looked down at your charred clothes, large patches of material missing and burnt to a crisp.

Least my underwear’s intact. Knew this set was lucky.

You chuckled to yourself and pushed yourself from the wall and stretched. As you were about to make an exit, calling it quits for one day, a familiar figure blocked your path. Dazai was stood there.

He must’ve followed me. Crap.

Two figures shifted to stand beside Dazai. One was a tell young man, with glasses and long blonde hair in a ponytail. He was adorned in a suit and in his left hand was a notebook. He stood silently and pushed his glasses up his nose with his free hand. The other was an older man. His long silver hair covered his shoulders, and you couldn’t take your eyes away from his kind, grey ones. Dazai was beaming. The older gentleman stepped forwards and was the only one to speak to you.

“I think you should come with us.”