Even if she was just a 17 year old child, There hasn't been a moment where y/n didn't think of ending it all. And right now was no exception.

There the girl stood -what seemed like- calmly- Among a bloody mass of bodies. Not quite the normal situation for one to be put on.

All of them bodies wore suits and sunglasses, typical of a mafia army. she wasn't an exception being a lower rank, she had the same outfit as all the dead corpses by her.

she'd always be sent to the front lines when needed. But every time the mission was fierce, and she ended up as the only survivor. No one managed to survive except her.

It was night time, and the moon shone brightly causing the pool of blood to reflect its lighting. Creating a mesmerizing peice of art if only one could care to photographethe scenery.

But even the most qualified photographs won't be able to catch such emotion on the only one survivor remaining.

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To be honest y/n was never one to drink- screw that. She's a complet sucker for alcohol.

Whenever she'd find the chance she'd always go waste herself in a bar located on a dark alleyway thay most of the mafioso would go there. She liked the cozy atmosphere and how quite it is usually.

"Another harsh day?" Asked the bartender as he poured y/n her 5th glass.

The man was tall and slim, had long black hair fading into blue ish tips that he usually put up in a pony tail. On his face he wore a kind and emphasizing expression that he usually gave to the regular y/n here.

"Yeaah,,, another harsh day that I'm stuck on dealing with." The girl in question harshly banged her head on the table.

"I thought not so much work should be given to the lowest ranking of the port mafia?" He said engaging in a conversation with the h/c haired drunkard.

"They really don't. Our tasks are always like; go to this place and kill said people. And the moment we do so everyone around me ends up dying! Now everyone hates working with me cause they think I'm cursed or some shit..."

"Aha... Would you like another glass?"

"Ywes pwease." Her voice came as muffled due to her resting her face on her arms rather than the cold table this time.

Tokito proceeded to pour another glass to y/n. In the mean time another person had already made their apperence clear.

He was tall, has brown hair and bandages over one of his Eyes and wore an outfit mainly consisting of a black color scheme. Y/n didn't notice him until she raised her head to look at this new comer. Letting out a small gasp and almost falling down from her chair that was located infront of the bar table.

The brunette tilted his head to the side to this girl's reaction. Y/n just squeeled mentally. While embarrassingly apologizing.

Damn, dazai is hot in every universe for real-

"Would you like something to drink sir?" The voice of tokito was what got her out of her head.

"I'll have a glass of whiskey with ice on it." Dazai said with resting his elbow on the table and positioned his head on his hand.

Tokito nodded and went to make dazai's desired drink.

"Excuse me ayaline." The brunette sudently spoke while y/n almost chocked om her drink.

"Urm- yes? Wait- how the fuck do you know my name?????"

Y/n was well aware that what she was living right now was a reality between many others, that she was in a couple pieces of words created out of the human imagination. That none of what she was living had any matter, but none the less she still lived throught it.

But seeing as dazai, not the one she knew from her past life- but rather this new version of dazai- knew her name was kinda choking to her.

"Do you know who I am?" The brunette answered her question with another question, kinda ironic given that she's the one who asked him first.

"Is this a trick question or...?"

"Not at all." The man let out a chuckle.

"Uhm... not really no... how do you know me?" She yet again asked the same question, trying her best not to say any shit she'd regret because of the alcohol on her system.

"It'd be kind of my job as the port mafia boss to remember my subordinates name." He gave her a close eyes smile.

"Oooooh, so thats why!" Y/n hummed in response, turning her attention to the drink if her hand taking a sip from it only to spill it out at once.

"YOURE A WHAT!?!?!?!" it seemed like her internet connection wasn't the fastest.

"Aha, do not worry yourself, I'm only here to enjoy a drink. And maybe have a chat with you?"

Y/n just looked in disbelief at dazai, sure she knew that mori wasn't exactly the boss but she figured it was someone like kouyou or something- NOT DAZAI IN PARTICULAR.

"O-okay... if you want to sir (?)" She mentally cursed at her self for stuttering.

"Aha, there's no need for formalities here, we've known each other for quite some time and I'm in this place to losen up after all. Just call me how you usually would." The man held a sympathic expression, one that dazai would always give her and everyone around him. His fake display of emotions.

Y/n mentally thanked tokito for giving dazai his drink as it has served for a distraction to the bandaged man.

"Say ayaline- Or rather y/n, it feels weird calling you by your last name. What do you know exactly about this world?"

Nevermind, he went straight up to convo starters.

Wait a minute- what...

"What- exactly are you talking about. Dazai san.." y/n slightly sweat dropped. She wasn't sober nor drunk. Just a bit tipsy. Causing her braincell to work slower than usual, if that's physically possible.

"You know what in talking about clearly, there's no use to play along."

"..."

Sure this was surprising but not really. Y/n always knew about dazai's developed iq. It wouldn't be surprising if he figured it out by himself.

"Ever since that day when you committed suicide but 'magically' ended up alright. I've always wondered about your words... and I understood that-"

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Beep beep beep

The only sounds that could be heard right now are the ones of the iv that's connected to y/n's arms. After the girl tried committing suicide by jumping off the PM rooftop, don't ask how just trust the logic- but she was still alive.

And right now she was surrounded by 4 people, her partner, her bestie, her crush, and a pedo.

All had worried faces as they kept on scolding the ginger for whatever reason??? She just couldn't make out what they were saying as she just started regaining her consciousness back.

"All of you shut the fuck up."

The one that stopped their bickering was none other than dazai who was the first to notice her opening her eyes.

"W-what the- so... it was a dream.." She said to no one in particular, only admiring how white the ceiling is at the same time lifting her hand to look at it. Making the black haired grown ass adult gasp in surprise.

"You jumped off a high building yet you're still able to move? How on earth...." he asked, also to no one in particular, going over some papers and diagnosis. Y/n sometimes forgot that he was a doctor.

"Oh... OH!" She sudently stood up aggressively from her hospital bed, looking around the choked faces, taking a hold of dazai's hand as a reflex.

"WERE IN A FUCKING SHOW CONTROLED BY SOME MY LITTLE PONY TEEN AND I DONT HAVE A NAME AMD PEOPLE ARE CRUSHING OVER YOU LIKE CRAZY!" She bombarded him with random facts that the demon prodigy only looked at her with his eye opened and mouth in a neutral expression.

He slowly turned to look at the others. "...She lost her mind."

"NO I DIDNT! it's fucking true what im saying! Oh- wait.. what I say.. ITS CONTROLED BY HER! so did she make me say this... ARE MY TOUGHT TOUGHING BY HER- did she make me THINK ABOUT ME THINKING THAT SHE IS THINKING THAT I AM THINKING SHE SAYS WHATEVER I AM THINKING-"

Y/n went on and on with her rambling and mori officially declared she got a brain concussion. Along with identity crisis.

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Y/n cringed at the memory.

"-This word is one between many others created by the book." Dazai lore dropped her in an instant, y/n looked at him with dots instead of her eyes.

"Y/n, there's something I need from you." The brunette looked with his eye open at y/n's own eyes as she held an expression of confusion. He slowly but surely reached his hand towards her own feeling how cold they are, but he wasn't one to talk with his own chilly hands.

"Protect this world with me. It's the only one where he's alive and writing his novel."

The seriousness in dazai's eyes is as clear as crystal water to the tipsy y/n. Who reluctantly nodded being washed away from all the overwhelming pain caused by her ability because of dazai's touch.

She doesn't know if she accepted because of this temporary pain relief or because she was more than just tipsy. Or even for the feelings she had for the guy infront of her. But something in her heart just couldn't stop beating out of euphoria.

Either way it was a something to enjoy while it lasted.

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A/n: long time no see<3