Osamu Dazai X Reader: It Was A Silent Goodbye

Chapter 6- Chaos

When (Y/n)'s eyes met Doppo's, silence between the four created a stare-off. However, Dazai's partner sighed heavily when crossing his arms. "Let me guess, this is the one you want to commit a double love suicide with after I purchase her a fine-course meal?" (Y/n) scoffed and shook her head when giving Dazai a look of disgust. She then gave her attention back towards the young man in front of her. "That's not the case at all," she stated. "Well," Osamu whispered as he scratched the back of his head. "My dreams can only come true now," he snickered.

Without warning Doppo, Dazai seated himself next to him. This caused a slight groan to slip from the man's lips as he was slightly shoved to the wall of the booth he was dining at. "What are you waiting for?" Dazai asked (Y/n). "Join us! Atsushi, scoot over for my lovely date." The younger boy nodded and did so as he slid himself down the squishy maroon cushion of the bench chair. He even politely moved his bowl of tea and rice and gave the newcomer a gentle smile. (Y/n) hesitated. She continued to give Osamu an unfair glare as if she was going to cause chaos if he didn't give her the information she needed.

Atsushi had light gray hair, pale skin, and seemed to be around average height with a slim figure. Those wide eyes, which consisted of purple and yellow, constantly examined the woman that refused to sit next to him. The boy's hair was short and kept forward in loose strands with a lock left long on the right side of his face. In other words, his hairstyle was uneven.

Dazai hummed in confusion as he tilted his head as if he was trying to solve her issue by her expression. A grin then stretched onto his face as he fluttered his eyes shut. "Oh, right. (Y/n), meet the White Tiger, Atsushi Nakajima," Osamu said cheerfully. After the hearing, the fact she came for, (Y/n) removed a sealed card from her back pocket. "Nakajima, you are hereby under arrest of the Risen Rebels. You will be taken into my custody until further notice," she explained.

"Huh?!" Atsushi gasped. "What is going on here?!" Doppo questioned. "Wait, did you say the Risen Rebels? Don't tell me Osamu here promised you this boy, who is obviously under our watch by law," he added. Dazai chuckled repeatedly as he rested his cheeks into his bandaged hands. "Oops, I forgot about that," he whispered. "Guess you have no choice but to eat dinner with me and have me explain."

Rage clinched (Y/n)'s fist as her teeth pressed together. A grunt muffled out of her, then a sigh through her nose when he gave in to this game Dazi was playing on her. "You're only wasting my time and my patience Osamu," she mumbled. (Y/n) rested herself next to the boy, who was still shaken up and picking at his food out of nervousness, then directed her eyes to Doppo. "Is he apart of the Armed Detective Agency? If so, then I request to work alongside him. In exchange for that, I can-."

Doppo gently slammed shut a journal he kept in his hands. "That will not be necessary," he interrupted. "The Risen Rebels are on their own investigations. The new leader would have to confront our president, Mr. Yukichi Fukuzawa, first." Doppo acquired a bland look from everyone's eater around him, and it was obvious to (Y/n) on what kind of person he was.

This man seemed to be very professional when it came to his job the reputation of the agency. From the sight of a journal constantly in his reach, (Y/n) detected that he was very organized or focused on schedule with every bit of detail.

"I am the leader," (Y/n) added. "And I would like to speak with your boss over him." Atsushi tensed, then looked at Dazai and Doppo for an answer. He was unaware of what was going on and who this woman was exactly. In fact, it was very noticeable that he never heard of the group Risen Rebels. "Hm, fine by me," Osamu mumbled. His eyes were closed and he still had his elbows resting on the tables as he cupped his own cheeks. "Why don't you come by tomorrow morning? Doppo! 抖阴社区 her an address!"

(Y/n) gazed at Dazai. She wasn't only stunned by his certain decision but also confused about why he had no issue with her. No chaos was being risen between the two by him. Only by her. "Here," Doppo groaned. After he scribbled down the location of the agency in his notebook and tore a page out, he extended it to (Y/n). "Don't be late. We are very occupied." (Y/n) took the note, then exited the booth. She gave a look to Atsushi, who gulped with anxiety and pondered on speaking to her, then nodded her head towards Dazai. "Um, thank you," she whispered.

"Hmm?" Osamu hummed. When he peeked open an eye, the edges of his lips curled upwards. Throughout this entire time of him being particularly quiet and behaved, he's been recalling memories of his past. As (Y/n) walked towards the exit of Melting Pot, her steps started to slow down. She gave Dazai one last look and caught his stare on her, then faced forward when stepping outside.

Even after all these years, it felt as if they were meeting for the time again. Their past had chaos, hearts had pain, and minds had curiosity.