Osamu Dazai X Reader: It Was A Silent Goodbye

(Y/n) has been all the way to broken before. There were times where she had lost her sense of where to go, what to do, and what to be. Now, all those questions were finally answered. There was nowhere else she'd rather go than back into Dazai's hold. The one thing she wanted to do was free herself from her past. Lastly, what she wanted to be was not be a part of the Port Mafia again. With (Y/n) being Mori's daughter, she was their immunity now.

After (Y/n) was captured by Akutagawa, she was separated from Junichiro. He was dragged off by Gin, Tachihara, and Hirotsu, while the others held (Y/n) in custody within the opposite side of the building. Chuuya and Akutagawa were the two (Y/n) who were under watch, and right now she was refusing to cooperate with either of them.

Akutagawa's ability, Rashomon, wrapped around (Y/n) as if she was a fly in a web. She couldn't move, and even if she tried she'd end up jabbing herself with the spikes. "I don't think we properly greeted each other again," Chuuya chuckled. He dipped his hat towards (Y/n) as he gave her a smug look and bowed. "You have turned into a pretty face. I think that's the only insight I have to Dazai being so gushy over you."

"That virus has symptoms that will strike in seventeen hours, and you two are both wasting times! My father is dying! Osamu is dying!" (Y/n) screamed. Right now, the only immunity she wanted to find was a cure for the cannibalistic disease. "A lot of people will be dying if we don't do anything!" All this shouting was starting to make (Y/n)'s stomach turn. Not to mention, she was feeling lightheaded and dizzy all of a sudden.

As (Y/n) tried to keep her vision from going blurred, Chuuya laughed as if he found this act of hers amusing. "So now, you care about Mori? As I recall, you wanted him dead. I guess your feelings changed huh? For both Mori and Dazai?" Soon after Chuuya lifted the woman's chin with his pinky, she felt the darkness of the cold and bland room cave in around her. Akutagawa noticed (Y/n)'s posture started to feel deadweight. He then shook her gently, only for her to vomit.

(Y/n) gagged up this early morning's breakfast. Mushy chunks of biscuit splattered across the abstract-designed carpet and on Chuuya's shoes. Chuuya immediately took multiple steps back as he made a disgusted face towards the woman. "Don't tell me your infected with that virus!" the redhead screamed. Akutagawa dropped (Y/n), and she landed on her knees. "No, I'm not," she coughed. "I don't think I am."

There was no way that (Y/n) could have been affected by the virus. The disease wasn't known much about, but it certainly wasn't airborne.

"It doesn't matter if I once hated them," (Y/n) mumbled as she wiped her mouth. "Deep down I knew I loved them, but I let my other emotions get in the way. The truth I knew, was a lie. What I thought was a lie, is now the truth." As (Y/n) spoke, tears were streaming down her cheeks. She was free from the burden that was chaining her down. She was finally able to admit to the pain that was weighing on her like an anchor.

At that moment, Chuuya and Akutagawa kept their thoughts and words to themselves. They had enough respect for her to hear out her explanation. However, that ended up being a mistake. The glass windows behind them were smashed by a tire, which was thrown four stories below from where the three were. Kenji, Akiko, and Junichiro made their entrance. Then Demon Snow appeared and Kyoka stepped out of the dinging elevator.

To be honest, (Y/n) was relieved to see the four. Her stomach was still aching as if it were in knots and bubbling with the nauseous feeling. It wasn't an unexpected move for Akutagawa to charge at Kyoka. Their two abilities fought one another, and Chuuya went over to (Y/n) and grabbed her by the collar of her shirt. "You three better stay where you are, or I'll-."

The woman Chuuya grabbed may have looked like (Y/n), but it wasn't the real her. Kenji was holding her bridal style. Like Chuuya, (Y/n) didn't know what was going on. One minute she was on the verge of passing out, then the next minute she was staring droopy at the blonde boy's freckled face. Junichiro used his ability to create a vision of the woman seconds before the redhead mafia member yanked her. "We would love to stay in the fight, but we have more important people to tend to," Akiko smiled.

(Y/n)'s vision went blurred, and her hearing fainted into a sound of a high-pitched ringing noise. This feeling inside her wasn't a wave of guilt and anxiety getting the best of her. No, something was physically wrong with her. She was ill.

"(Y/n), can you hear me?" a voice asked. A soft groan escaped from her dried lips after waking to the sound of a familiar voice. "Osamu?" she whispered. When (Y/n) opened her eyes, Akiko was staring back at her. The woman was hiding her sly smile too behind a packet of papers. "He's still in recovery. I'm sorry," Akiko sighed. "How are you feeling?"

(Y/n) responded with a groan. Honestly, she wasn't feeling too great. Her body ached, her head was pounding, and her stomach felt as she's been punched in the gut. "Decent," she lied. "Do I have the virus?" Akiko hummed as she went back to her stool. The hospital room (Y/n) was in didn't belong to a public place. She was back at the agency and in Akiko's personal office.

"No, you don't. I'm not going to be the one to break the news to you though," Akiko replied. After circling a variety of words on the packet, she rolled her chair back towards the recovery bed (Y/n) was lying in. "Since you are a patient and a friend of mine, everything here is confidential," Akiko said.

The packet wasn't thick. Honestly, the first page would have been enough for (Y/n). As nervous as she was, she read through each line before losing interest and focusing on the circled words. A shaky breath exhaled through (Y/n)'s lips, and her eyes became glossy as she stared at a certain word. "Please, don't say anything," (Y/n) told Akiko.

That serious tone in (Y/n)'s voice caused Akiko to frown as she nodded. "Of course. Not even a hint to anyone. Are you feeling okay about it?" Of course, Akiko was concerned, because most people would be thrilled by the news. Although, she did understand (Y/n)'s position.

Mori was her father, and that information nearly broke her. All that time she wanted him dead was simply a waste now because she needed him alive. (Y/n) had the answers she needed, but there was more she wanted from Mori. Now, he was fighting for his life.

When (Y/n) imagined Mori lying in the hospital bed, another person came to mind. "Osamu, how is he?" she quickly asked. Throughout the moment (Y/n) escaped reality, Akiko rolled her chair back over to her desk. "Well, from the message I received, he's doing well. He's resting now, but I'm sure he'll be back to his usual self in no time," Akiko smiled. She snapped her red cellphone shut and returned her attention to a pile of papers on her desk. "You also need to rest," she added.

A thought crossed (Y/n)'s mind. "The Port Mafia will think I'm infected too," she said. "That's perfect. They won't come after me until they get that antidote." A plan was hatching in (Y/n)'s mind, and Akiko's attention was captured. "What are you saying?" she asked. Of course, that woman was curious, because she had that devious smirk stretch across her pale face.

As much as (Y/n) was worried about Dazai and the current situation she was in, business still needed to be done. A war was still happening between the Armed Detective Agency and the Port Mafia. Both leaders were infected with the virus, now the members were left fighting each other without a purpose.

"There's an antidote, obviously," (Y/n) informed. "It's only a matter of time before we kill each other or work together to find it. Since I'm ill, according to the Mafia, I'm no longer a target." Akiko followed along when understanding (Y/n)'s point, but the plan was still unclear. "Mori is my father," (Y/n) added. Her tone changed as if she was still in disbelief, and she was. "If he cares about me the way he claimed, then he'd save my life first."

(Y/n) paused. Now she was rethinking her entire plan that happened to come to mind in a snap. It was a completed puzzle until she realized a few of the pieces were in the wrong places. A sigh of defeat escaped her lips. "Nevermind," she huffed.

When (Y/n) relaxed into the soft cushion of the pillow behind her head, Akiko began to think. "I might have a clue on where you are getting at," she said. Akiko even smiled. "Their immunity now is you. We have no reason to fight them if we believe they are getting an antidote to save your life. They won't let us save our leader, and Mori won't allow himself the saving." 

There was a plan. Lives were at stake. The Port Mafia would have to work together with the Armed Detective Agency for everyone to win in the end.