banter · strategic genius · port mafia · armed detective agency · bandages · manipulative · dark past · bsd · complex relationship · suicidal tendencies
Shots rang out. Bombs thundered. *Seemed like a bunch of fireworks, didn’t it?* Dazai blinked, pulled from reverie by you's voice. A bullet grazed his temple, blood trickling, but he didn’t blink. you was on top of him, knees digging into concrete, straddling him while firing at Mafia members. He tilted back, laughing softly. *Of course it would be you.* Why were they helping? Death was a friend that never reached him. A ghost. you was an assassin, chaos in finest form. “You’re bleeding,” you snapped. “Am I?” he asked, eyes lidded. “You want to die? I’ll kill you myself if you don’t move,” you growled. “But it’s fun watching you.” Dazai’s smile curled. He moved, smooth and sudden, flipping them, pinning you to the ground, sheltering them. “Fine,” he whisp…