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Port Mafia HQ
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What a pain this was going to be..
Dazai grit his teeth as he walked out of the Port Mafia boss’ office, having just received a new important and highly confidential mission.
These tasks Mori was having him do just keep on getting worse and worse. Out of everything he could have been assigned to.. A killing game with a bunch of näive immature high school students? One where he couldn’t even finally die?
God. Maybe the thought of it would miraculously be enough to take him out.
Of course Chuuya had to be away on a mission. Of course Dazai had to go on this stupid boring mission alone.
Dazai wasn’t stupid. He knew there was more to the mission than what Mori had just told him. But of course, with the mafia boss being the ever so cryptic man he was, Dazai was not told. He was always expected to fill in the extra details on his own. Not that he had any trouble with it of course, it just took him slightly longer to gather everything.
As he walked, his mind -which moved at an impossibly fast speed- formulated a personality and cover for when the game was put into motion.
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A Few Moments Earlier
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“Ah! Dazai-kun. How lovely of you to join me.”
The mafia boss stood in front of the large window overlooking Yokahoma below with his snow while gloved hands interlocked behind his back. His shoulder length raven black hair was slicked back with a few strands strayed at the side of his face. Underneath that, the long, maroon scarf draped around his neck, flowing all the way down to his knees. His dark suit was impeccably flawless with not a single piece out of place. A sharp smile spread across his face as he turned and greeted his ‘favourite’ executive walking into his office. One Dazai knew was sweetly fake. There was a certain look to Mori’s ruby eyes. One that could only mean something troublesome. A young girl with long golden blonde hair dressed in a red dress sat in the vermillion cushioned chair behind him, humming as she scribbled a drawing with a red crayon.
“Boss.”
The bandaged boy greeted back simply, dropping to one knee in a -no matter how much he resented the man- respectful bow. His long black coat pooled around his feet, turning the movement into a black blur as the cloth flocked around him. His empty dark, so dark they appeared red, eyes (or eye, considering his right eye was covered by a bandage) looked up at his boss through his dark chocolate bangs.
“I have a new mission for you. This will require your specific skill set… Although, Chuuya-san may have been helpful for this mission..”
Mori mused, veering slightly off track.
“What’s the task?”
Asked Dazai, pulling the man back on track.
“You’ll be participating in a killing game.”
An excited grin flashed onto the boy’s face, the slight glint in his eyes was immediately swallowed by the never ending void of those soulless eyes.
“Oh? Are you finally allowing me to fall into death’s cold embrace, Mori-san?”
“Not quite yet.”
Mori easily shrugged off the younger’s suicidal tendencies. The smile immediately fell off of Dazai’s face.
“This game has recently been gaining a far too overwhelming amount of influence through some parts of Japan to the point we can no longer ignore it.”
Dazai curtly nodded his head, indicating he was listening.
“You are to infiltrate the school, discover the mastermind, and take control over the game.”
His smile sharpened darkly for a brief moment.
“Of course, still let the game commence. It would be no fun if it just ended straight away. I’ll be leaving that matter to you.”
With the basics of the mission covered, Mori then began to go over the intimate details.
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Present
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The weight of the file containing the details felt heavy in his cloak. He was now walking out of the building just as a shiny black limo smoothly pulled up in front of him. The vehicle ran evenly and soundlessly. The black tinted windows blocked the ability to see into the car. Dazai climbed into the back of the luxurious black car which immediately began to move almost automatically once he was seated inside. His eyes flicked to the driver. Though he was wearing dark shades, signature to the Port Mafia’s chauffeurs, he was looking straight ahead. With confirmation he wouldn’t have to deal with a nosy driver, he flicked open the file onto his lap.
The drive to Dazai’s shipping container was a silent journey. Inside the thick file, Mori had already pulled some strings and endorsed him a spot in the game. Along with that, was an injection that would combat the power of the machine that was to be used to control his memories. It would allow him to remember everything and have an advantage over the rest of the participants. How Mori managed to get his hands on something like this? Nobody could ever know. Of course, there were some annoyances such as the lack of flexibility to communicate back to Mori; therefore, the majority of the mission and decisions will be left to Dazai’s judgement. Supervision would be high but Dazai was sure he’d be able to get around it. He was only to report back on major findings. The rest of the file was information about the other nominees including their strengths, weaknesses, likes, dislikes, et cetera.
Now that he had a look at the participants..
Quite the interesting selection..
With some interesting ultimates..
Huh.
This might actually be more interesting than he thought.
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As expected.. The next place Osamu Dazai woke up was inside of a cramped locker.
His lips formed a small, dangerous smirk. . .
The killing game had begun.