Chapter Text
Dazai's POV-
Port Mafia Executive.
I thought, as I walked down the long hallway of the Port Mafia Head Quarters.
Was I happy about the promotion? I haven’t even been here a year, this wasn’t really my plan. I never really cared about rising through the ranks but here I am. The youngest Executive in Port Mafia history. This isn’t why I joined, I never planned to be a killer but, I’m good at it…
Third Person POV-
Dazai made his way down the familiar hallway of the Port Mafia headquarters towards his room. The hallway was as cold and dark as always even with the sunlight streaming in through the various windows along the hall.
Eventually he arrived at the familiar door of his room. Pushing open the heavy door, he slumped over suddenly coughing. He fell to the floor, his hand on his chest as he coughed, the world spinning for a moment. He looked up panting heavily as fuzzy black dots clouded his vision, soon taking over as the world went black and he passed out on the floor…
A few hours passed before he started stirring, his body ached from the uncomfortable position he’d collapsed in. His head was spinning like a carousel as his vision slowly came back. His breathing was heavy as he hoisted himself up into a sitting position, while his arm screamed in protest. They was throbbing since they had been crushed under his body for hours.
He managed to shift himself over slightly so he could rest back against the wall, leaning his head back against it and closing his eyes. Feeling the solidity of the wall behind him to stable himself mentally as his head was still spinning. He closed his eyes gently taking deep breaths in and out until he felt his heart rate start to return to a calm pace and his head stop spinning violently.
Hesitantly he opened his eyes slightly, squinting them at the harsh light of the room. He sat there, just staring at the ceiling for about 20 minutes until he felt strong enough to attempt standing. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes, before putting a hand on the table nearest to him for support. He very delicately lifted himself up on unsteady feet, leaning most of his weight onto the table.
He looked down towards the ground noticing small purple flower petals on the floor around him. He groaned leaning his head back in frustration,
Not this again,
He thought, bending his knees slightly to pick up the 5 small petals he could see on the floor. Lifting one to the light, he examined it. It was a deep plum colour with a pointed tip.
He sighed shoving them all in his pocket before weakly making his way towards the door of his room, using the wall for support. Drawing his heavy black coat tighter around him he pushed open the door back into the familiar hallway. He sighed before starting a familiar path down it towards the infirmary.
~-*-~~-*-~~-*-~
Soon he reached his destination. It was a door at the end of the hallway with a small brass plaque that read
Infirmary in looping letters. He sighed deeply before turning the doorknob, gently opening the door Upon opening the door he was greeted with the usual sight of the infirmary.
Hospital beds lined the far wall with various medicines set beside each, on the other side was a door that lead to the surgery. Finally there were shelves upon shelves of bandages, med kits and various pills, mysterious coloured medicines and chemicals
Dazai looked over towards the doctor, he was a small man in his late 40’s known to all as Asahi. He’d been employed at the port mafia a lot longer than Dazai and even some of the older members he’d talked to. Upon seeing him Asahi smiled as usual and pointed towards one of the beds.
‘Just a moment Dazai,’ he says before turning back to the patient he was currently tending to. Dazai nodded, not paying much attention but headed over to the bed he normally sat on. He was grateful to be sitting down since he was starting to feel dizzy again.
He heard a quiet hiss that broke him out of his trance and he finally looked at the patient Asahi was tending to. He was surprised to see a young boy who looked about his age, probably younger considering he was a good inch or two shorter the Dazai., with mid length, ginger hair kept in a small low ponytail.
He looked angry and had a large gash on his arm, his black jacket sleeve was torn showing off the wound and there was blood slowly dripping down his arm and staining the grey hoodie under the jacket around it. The boy was staring at the ground gritting his teeth as Asahi cleaned the wound.
Dazai stared confused,
He’d never seen this boy before, was he new? He looked awfully young though. But then again he was an executive and didn’t look much older than the boy.
He continued analysing the boy, he saw his angry expression but beneath that he saw fear and hurt. HIs eyes widened slowly as he realised, this boy reminded Dazai of himself when he had just joined the Port Mafia.
He stared until the boy turned, meeting his gaze with a glare. Dazai continued looking with a blank expression before returning his sights to the ground.
Who was this boy? A hostage maybe? But Mori wouldn’t have a hostage treated for something so minor. An informant perchance? Or did they have a new young member Dazai never knew about…
Dazai was snapped out of his thoughts as Asahi walked over to him.
‘So Dazai, what happened today?’ he asked looking at him,
Dazai looked over his shoulder watching as the ginger boy left the infirmary, his wound now cleaned and bandaged.
‘Dazai?’ Asahi repeated,
‘Hm? Oh yea sorry, um i started coughing and passed out again, i think it was about 3 hours. I had just gotten back from a meeting with Mori. I woke up just a couple minutes ago and found 5 petals this time.’ he said reaching into his pocket pulling out the petals showing Asahi. He hummed, taking the petals from Dazai’s hand.
‘This is getting worse Dazai, thankfully Mori supplied a new medication for you to help reduce its effects.’ He explained, crossing the room to the shelf full of pills and medicines, picking up a vial of deep crimson liquid.
He used a syringe to draw some from the vial before returning to Dazai’s side. He had Dazai remove his heavy back coat and roll up the sleeve of his shirt before injecting the syringe into his arm. Dazai didn't react, he was used to this by now.
He felt his dizziness starting to subside and he was seeing clearly again.
Wow this new drug really works
He thought, as Asahi moved away from his arm.
‘There, that should help finally start clearing up your illness. The other medicine was working but your body just started learning to adapt,’ he sighed.
Dazai nodded, rolling down his sleeve. He grabbed his coat and hopped off the bed.
‘Well thanks as always Asahi,’ Dazai says, giving him a small nod before turning to the door. Pushing it open he looked down the hall to see that red headed boy standing at the other end talking to another mafia grunt. Again Dazai’s gaze was a caught for a moment as he stared,
He must be a new member, I wonder where he came from…
He thinks before turning and retracing his steps to his own room again…