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gaoau · 3 months

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lynching the screams of the burnt and the gifted

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the ringing of their phone echoes in the room. on the corner of their bed, [Name] hugs their knees closer to their chest. they wait until the noise vanishes completely, leaving a torturous silence to drill into their ears. then a knock sounds on their front door. then namiyo's voice calls out to them. she says something about a woman, the director. [Name] can barely make out the director's face in their memory.

the only thing they see when they close their eyes is Q's smile, forever unfading, stained with filthy blood pouring from their arms.

it's been way too long. one or two months, [Name] can't tell. everything blurs together. Q's confinement, Dazai's disappearance, their own fall into this abyss of self-pity. from what [Name] remembers—which isn't much at all—Dazai's last mission involved counterfeit money or something of the sort. it doesn't really narrow it down when everything in the Port Mafia involves money. [Name] doesn't remember, nor do they care at this point. the longer Dazai keeps his wretched claws off them, the closer they are to freedom.

they are sorry. the people they swore to help and the time they promised not to waste.

they failed Q. they held Q's hand and they failed them. and although they regret it, they can hardly care about it anymore. it's been draining them through every assassination and through every report and through every step forward in their progress.

namiyo's voice tries again, "i'll be leaving now, [Name]-san. please, remember the mission tonight." without a response from her boss, her footsteps become nothing but a faint whisper as she leaves.

[Name] sighs at the thought of more tedious murders in the name of the Port Mafia. the sheets tangle around their feet and neck when they shift. their bed, their clothes, the air, it all suffocates them. it's all messing with their head. it's all messing with their time. they've lost what little control they had.

Mori Ougai knows the face of suicide all too well. he's seen it a billion times already; before, during, and after the war. soldiers, first-time mothers, victims, criminals, the ill and the healthy. the one burnt brightly in his mind is that of a fourteen-year-old boy, the one he met at a hospital, the one he strapped to a table, the one he took under his wing for his own gain. Mori knows the face of suicide all too well, not because he's seen it manifested in hundreds of different people, but because he met Dazai.

it's been a little over a week since Dazai went missing. Mori hasn't heard from him since he last reported [Name]'s stubborn refusal to engage in conversation. he also hasn't seen [Name] since then. he knows they're not missing or dead; they're still doing their job, after all. but he's slightly concerned [Name] will actually kill themself if left to their own devices any longer. he knows the face of suicide and [Name] is starting to twist into it—whether he can look them in the eye or not.

a knock on his door makes his lips curl into a smirk. "come in." he chuckles to himself as his last resort walks into his office. Chuuya's frown is a pleasant familiar sight of reassurance. he bows to the boss, hands behind his back while greeting him. "hello, Chuuya-kun, i've a favor to ask."

instantly, Chuuya's attitude flips. his regular frown becomes a venomous scowl. "boss, before you say anything," he starts, a natural growl on the edge of his syllables. he knows exactly where this is going and he's tired of Dazai's antics. "if this is about that shitty Dazai going MIA, i re—"

Mori laughs, holding up his palm to cut Chuuya off before he pops a vein over nothing. "it's tied to that, but i won't ask you to look for him. he'll come back once he's done throwing his tantrum." Chuuya clicks his tongue at that. Mori continues, "i know you've met [Name]-kun once. i was surprised; i thought Dazai-kun would keep them from you."

"[Name]?" Chuuya mumbles. the name rings a bell, but he struggles to put a face to it. an old dog and a puppy. "ah, that anti-ability kid." he thinks that term is wrong. he thinks there can't be two anti-ability kids. he thinks it's scary to be in the same bag as Dazai, even as the other half of Soukoku.

"well, there's more to their ability, if you're interested." Mori fumbles with a stack of files on his desk. the papers holding [Name]'s personal information and research history are nearly endless at this point. he chooses the most important ones: their origins and ability. as he hands the documents over, he sighs, "but i'm a little concerned about them."

"how so?" Chuuya prompts. he absent-mindedly starts flipping through the thousands of printed words. if he wanted to memorize all of this, it would take him more than a lifetime. he can hardly believe someone's life has been recorded like this since the moment they were born. laboratories and experiments echo with empathy in his chest. why would a kid like this be entrusted to someone like Dazai? that's just torture.

this reaction was as much as Mori could expect. he watches Chuuya's brows furrow in horror when he scans particular key words. if anyone would know, it's Nakahara Chuuya. while he diligently reads, Mori talks, "you see, they're a valuable subordinate of mine, but the recent situation with Q has seemed to have struck a chord with them. they haven't been talking since then."

"that was almost three months ago."

"they'd taken quite a liking to Q," he shrugs carefreely, "and Dazai-kun was merciless when confining them. he made [Name]-kun bear the brunt of his frustrations and anger towards the situation."

Chuuya fixes his attention back on his boss. "they'd taken a liking to that little demon?" for a moment, his empathy melts away at the memory of the incident. dozens of his men hanging by their necks, blood and gore painting the walls, the maniacal cackles of a walking catastrophe. he doesn't hate to admit he sees eye to eye with Dazai on Q's confinement. they might be a child, but they deserved it.

"if i had to make a guess, i'd say it's projection, but that's another story. they're doing their job and producing results—i'm only worried they might kill themself now that Dazai-kun is gone."

Chuuya's eyes grow wide in realization. "you paired two suicidal brats together?" why would a kid like this be entrusted to someone like Dazai? that's just cruel. it's so, so cruel.

but Mori seems to think otherwise. he smiles. "yes, i asked Dazai-kun to keep them from dying." (Chuuya cannot process what he's hearing.) "but now that he's not here to give them a good beating, i'm starting to think they've reached the end of their rope." (Chuuya cannot understand inhumane humans.)

"what would you like me to do?"

Mori's smile grows into an amused grin. "could you act as Dazai-kun's replacement until he gets back? get them moving a little and make sure they don't slit their own wrists?"

"so i have to pick up that idiot's slack?"

"if you'd be so kind, Chuuya-kun."

laboratories and military facilities. beings created and experimented on solely for the sake of organizations bigger than they can comprehend. Chuuya knows the constant dilemma of existing—a scar on his wrist that makes him flicker back and forth on his humanity. he's not one to think he shouldn't have been born at all. he's not one to throw away his life. he might be Arahabaki's monstrous vessel and [Name] might be a rare specimen, but he knows they're both more human than Dazai will ever be.

(Chuuya understands humane monsters.)

he bows his head, bending on one knee. "of course, boss."

orders are orders. [Name] knows that much. collecting debts, wiping out enemies, catching traitors in the act. however much they might want to die, diligence has been beaten into them and repaired their bones each time. when they get a memo to show up at the training room, they obey, albeit questioning it. Mori officially called off their sessions with Verlaine after they flaked thrice in two days—not that they needed them anymore, after all, they've grown enough.

they wait and wait and wait. the light that used to flicker in the ceiling is now off completely. the cracks on the wall and the debris on the ground are nonexistent, as if no one had ever thrown them around like a ragdoll. they wait and wait and wonder. has Dazai returned? it's only been ten days, maybe nine, maybe eleven. but it's been way too little for him to come back.

of course the first thing he does upon returning is torment his former mentee.

when they hear the lock of the door click open, their shoulders tense up on instinct. Mirror Mirage activates, an orange glow surrounding their body while it prepares for a bullet or a knife or even a grenade. anything at all that could harm them, because that's all they can associate Dazai's hollow smirks with.

but nothing comes.

instead, they hear a confused huh? that echoes through the room.

Chuuya closes the door behind him, a raised brow questioning why [Name] is so on guard at nothing. when they realize it's just him, their ability powers off. "hey," he greets them. he can tell they've changed since the last time he saw them. he receives no response. scratching the back of his head awkwardly, he approaches them and says, "i got a request from the boss," to fill in the silence.

again, [Name] doesn't answer. they stand idly and stare at him. their shoulders relax ever so slightly. they watch.

he sighs, "i'm gonna check your progress before taking you with me, yeah?"

[Name] listens. as the months passed, they had forgotten about Nakahara Chuuya almost completely. they'd forgotten about breathing evenly and the absence of constant hostility. [Name] listens because there's a natural growl in his voice that they'd forgotten about. one they find really cool and welcoming, almost approving. [Name] listens closely and it makes them want to answer.

whether they curl up to protect themself or not, Chuuya is not an enemy.

nearly exasperated, he sighs one more time. it's not a warning nor a threat nor a declaration of war. it's not jarring. "so it's true you ain't talking?" he mutters to the floor.

but then he looks into their eyes again. for a moment, Dazai is back from wherever it is he disappeared off to. it's only briefly, flashing back at him from the depths of an abyss, lonely and scared. but then Chuuya blinks and it's just [Name] standing in front of him, lips sealed shut and anger burning. there's untamable amounts of animosity crying from their unshed tears. tears not theirs to shed because they're free, because the child victim to the circumstances is not them anymore. it's unsettling, Chuuya thinks, how much they look like Dazai.

"that bastard really is one piece of shit mentor, huh…" and although [Name] agrees—or do they? they don't know—Chuuya still receives silence. he finds this tedious. picking up Dazai's slack and dealing with a kid shaped exactly like suicide. orders are orders, he knows. "well, whatever, i'll show him why i'm better. let's see what you got."

with a nod towards [Name], he activates For The Tainted Sorrow. they mimic him, powering up with what little lifespan they have left from their last job. it's quick and simple, like the first time Dazai had them test their abilities on one another. kicking debris up from the floor, flinging stones and bricks and boulders. Chuuya is slightly more wary of being touched, but he's nonetheless impressed at their progress. for the most part, at least. sharp reflexes, smooth counters, swift steps. he acknowledges how skilled they have become.

then why aren't they dodging?

given, Mirror Mirage works as a shield—he saw that first-hand and it was written on the files Mori gave him a few days ago—which is why letting minor hits land is nothing. but they're drawing blood. the ability's durability depends on the amount of lifespan [Name] has stolen from other living beings, so Chuuya understands that with a smaller stock, damage is possible. but they can dodge. why aren't they dodging?

"alright, hold on, hold on," he grumbles and holds his palm up. [Name] halts immediately. a frown soils Chuuya's face as he tries to keep his sanity intact. "what are you doing? if you can dodge, then dodge. don't ignore the hits that are getting to you, even if they're small. i won't take you with me if you're just gonna kill yourself."

[Name] blinks once. then twice. then thrice. it's not like Dazai never talked about tactics—he might not be the mentor [Name] would have wanted, but he's the best one they could have asked for and he's beaten them into shape. or, at least, into a shape awfully similar to his. he's told them to think things through in battle, not to rely on their ability alone, stay one step ahead from their opponent, utilize every second to their advantage. but he's also taught them it's better to go down out in the battlefield; they can die, no one will stop them, but they should at least be useful up to their last breath.

("you can withstand hits pretty well, but one might kill you.")

as [Name] stares in astonishment, Chuuya manages to put two and two together. he's not surprised one suicidal maniac teaches suicidal tendencies to a suicidal brat. he really hates having to pick up that bastard's slack, but he'll start right now by undoing everything Dazai has wrongly forced into his former mentee's brain.

("lucky dog.")

Chuuya clicks his tongue. "really, what a fucking useless asshole," he mumbles curses to himself, but [Name] catches them all. he looks them in the eye again, only to find Dazai isn't there anymore. this is just another kid his age, one he could be friends with, one he could play billiards with. "alright, i want you to come over here and nullify my ability, but without gettin' hit."

this is nearly eye-opening. it would be if their lids hadn't been torn open to a cruel reality by the devil. an unusual lack of hostility, camaraderie even. [Name] didn't know the Port Mafia offered more than just resources and time.

"ready?"

"yeah," they answer, nodding.

soft and gentle, [Name] speaks again. Chuuya's brows bounce in surprise. a lullaby that will make anyone want to stay. the sound of sardonic laughter echoing in the crowd.

he smirks to himself at this development. weightless debris surrounds him as he prepares to attack. [Name] follows.

"let's go!"

[Name] tightens their fingers around the box they're holding. it's been about two years since they last saw this woman. they're more than glad she's still alive, after everything that happened in a blur in one single night. lead-filled rain, screaming children, blood, crumbling walls, blood, blood, death. along with a few of those kids, the orphanage director survived.

they leave the box at her doorstep. for a brief second, they consider knocking on the door and waiting for her to answer. they want to hug her again. they hold back, though, because it's better this way. things are easier when one is dead.

bowing, they whisper, "thank you for taking care of me."

they take in a deep breath and ring the bell. before they have time to hesitate, they hurry down the street and out of sight. they don't wait to see the director walk out. they know the money and pictures inside the box are enough to put their own mind at ease. it's all to thank a mother.

the best way to describe [Name], Chuuya thinks, is that they're a less annoying version of Dazai. he would know—he's been partnering up with that bastard for almost three years at this point. they're equally as efficient and Chuuya honestly enjoys working with them. be it out in the battlefield or discussing business, it's fun. although they look and feel the same, [Name] lacks Dazai's disturbingly malicious intelligence. it's probably why holding a normal conversation with them is much easier.

the only similarity that manages to get under his skin is that [Name] wants to die, too.

they're laughing about one of their former foster siblings, shion, eating wax from a candle. they've been talking more and more as the days go by—Chuuya will hold this over Dazai until the end of time—and they make great company to blow some steam off after a day of hard work. under different circumstances, they could have been really close friends.

he admits he's a little drunk when he scans his eyes up and down [Name] sitting beside him. "y'know," he starts. he probably shouldn't say this— "you look an awful lot like that lousy Dazai," —but he blurts it out anyway.

[Name] freezes at his words. they let go of their drink to peer down at their clothes. white shirt, rolled-up sleeves, black tie. they frown at him. "that's rather offensive, Chuuya-san."

"i don't mean your clothes," he sighs, gulping down the last bits of alcohol in his glass. he sets it down on the counter and taps his neck. "i mean this and…" his voice becomes slightly hesitant. he casts his eyes down to their arms, gesturing vaguely. "those."

Dazai said something similar when they met, [Name] remembers. he dropped his own bandages on them and let them soak in their blood. he told them to cover up the billion scars littering their skin so scornfully, as if he wasn't hiding secrets of his own underneath the cloth wrapped around his neck. [Name] glances down at all their failed attempts at freedom.

a tinkling sound catches their attention. they look up to find Chuuya undoing the buckle of his choker. "here." he smiles at them, offering the choker as a gift.

"but this is yours, Chuuya-san."

"it's…" he fumbles with his words. "it's something of a Port Mafia custom." though it's not, not really. this isn't the way it goes. but Chuuya believes [Name] deserves a better mentor, a better friend.

they bow their head, smiling, saying, "thank you." it sounds light and airy, weightless. someone who does the things they do so they can't be known, so they'll be left alone. someone who laughs anyway to charm and trap. [Name] secures the choker around their neck. it covers their burn scar perfectly.

note — dont you love it when the calm before when it calm storm before the it when the calm before the storm happens chuuyas fun. i read storm bringer. im depressed. ive taken my own conclusions from sb, but for the sake of plot i will work under ambiguous impressions. regardless, ive stopped to think a billion times how chuuya would be a much better mentor for akutagawa than port mafia dazai ever was. honestly, anyone woulda been better (if beast is a testament to anything), but chuuya is still perfect for akutagawa to thrive i have many thoughts about chuuya. how awfully flippant he is about traumatic events, how hes the other half of soukoku, how hes debatably not a human and yet hes the most normal out of anyone in the entire cast of bsd, a cast full of morbidly intelligent superhumans one upping one another constantly. he cares about the port mafia as family, hes incredibly respectful despite how hot headed he is, he cares about his subordinates and his city. (ill never forget when i was watching fifteen for the first time and how he immediately switched to keigo the moment he bent down on one knee to mori. insane. you have no idea how much that means to me) i love chuuya, people need to know id murder people with my hands tied for him.. hes a common person, human or not, and hes very regular compared to everyone else. itll be fun drink water have day

#theory of the two demons #bungou stray dogs #bsd #dazai osamu #dazai osamu x reader #dazai x reader #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #nakahara chuuya #chuuya nakahara x reader #mori ougai #chuuya x reader

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sugarcarnation · 11 months

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in the manga ranpo and chuuyas confrontation during cannibalism is quite different from the anime in the way that it actually takes place in an abandoned alleyway with no one watching them instead of a bunch of mafia men witnessing what happened

so unlike in the anime where everyone saw that chuuya was trapped in the book, in the manga no one had any clue what happened to him and for all the port mafia knew their executive had gone MIA if not downright deserted their cause (not an unreasonable conclusion with the way things have been going in the port mafia)

and even when the conflict was resolved chuuya was still in the book so did anyone in the port mafia know where chuuya was?? did someone in the ada have to deliver the news that they trapped chuuya in a book so that he wouldn’t be branded a traitor??? or did they just not bother clearing the situation up and just let chuuya deal with the fall out?

#today on me overthinking random bsd moments #bungou stray dogs #bsd #bsd chuuya #chuuya nakahara #ranpo edogawa

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susieporta · 1 year

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L'amore è per caso, diceva Lacan.

L'amore è un’intersezione millesimale Posso ormai prendere la casistica di mille anni di pratica di analista, unendola alla mia personale.Le più belle storie d'amore nascono da un incrocio quasi impercettibile, uno scambio di battute ( davanti al giornale, commentando una notizia, incrociandosi nelle scale mobili, davanti al tram leggendo il cartellone degli orari.)Quando lui , leggendo gli arrivi, sillaba ‘ nella mia terra non ci sono ritardi, ma tanta nebbia' incrocia lo sguardo di lei che ribatte ' si, ma qua abbiamo il sole che voi padani non avete' , si crea quel ponte tra due mondi interiori, lunghi, ampi, profondi e fino a quel momento mai svelati a nessuno. L'uno intendeva raccontare una vita tra le piatte pianure ed inverni freddi, e l'altra invece splendide estati fatte di sole e spiagge incontaminate. Lo sguardo complice, una frazione di secondo, è quel passaggio corporeo che suggella le reciproche aperture dei mondi interiori. Porte che si spalancano senza paura. Il primo si era tento celato i suoi inverni, poiché non aveva incontrato mai nessuna donna che ritenesse interessata a sbirciare dentro di lui.Lei, per contro, sente di poter raccontare la sua infanzia fatta di sole e aranceti, a qualcuno che lei sente essere già dentro al suo racconto. I due inizieranno a vedersi con frequenza, pigliando un aererei a settimana. Ricordate la scena de 'il Padrino' quando Marlon Brando sigla l'accordo i pace con gli altri capi mafia di new York? Si alzano, fermi, immobili. Nessuno fa una passo, almeno prima che i due piu’ potenti, unitamente ai loro consiglieri, si scambiano uno sguardo d’intesa. Rapido, veloce, quasi impercettibile. Quello sguardo sblocca i due capimafia che allargando le braccia, si stringono.Ecco, è questo. Una paziente, austera e rigida, ma al contempo dotata di un fascino magnetico, mi raccontò questo aneddoto. ‘Stavo camminando, andavo a dirigere la mia riunione. Quel giorno c’era da definire un appalto da oltre 120.000 euro. Immagini la notte tra e carte, dottore.’Perfetta come sempre. Calze a rete, tailleur. Trucco ed occhiali pesanti. Talmente bella da essere ritenuta inavvicinabile. Chinandosi, le si apre la cartelletta con i documenti, e si sparpagliano sul pavimento carte, post it, disegni, bozze, fogli con la macchia di caffè.‘Lui si china e mi dice: hei! Dentro di te c’è del disordine! Che bello vederlo. La mia camera è come al tua cartelletta: sempre un disastro. Bè, dottore, io sono stata presa da un desiderio irrefrenabile di fargli vedere tutti i mie post it, finalmente, e mostrare quanto al mia vita sia in realtà un continuo correre ed abbozzare. E , dalla sera stessa, ho patito una voglia insana di conoscere la sua stanza. Lui non è né bello, né attraente. Ma mi ha ‘forato’ con le sue parole.’E di storie come queste, ne potrei descrivere decine e decine.

Maurizio Montanari

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impossiblestrangercollectionable · 2 years

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Per cento euro d’anticipo l’avvocatessa perse la cappa...

La Legge in Sicilia

Insomma, alla fine corro, mi sbrigo, ma niente da fare, nemmeno questa avvocatessa aveva intenzione di aiutarmi, di sbrigarmi la pratica della diffida, voleva solo fregarmi 200 euro e per giunta complicare ancora di più il problema del computo metrico del signor Furnari (quello che una volta faceva l’ingegnere iscritto all’albo...) Domani provo anche nella caserma dei carabinieri così saprete che tipo di governo dovete aspettarvi

La scimmia col gonnellino Berlinguer, il transessuale amico degli Alessi, vuole farmi credere che tiene tutto in mano, che possiede le istituzioni, ma a me queste avvocatesse col bigliettino da visita non mi sembrano le istituzioni, mi sembrano delle truffatrici sfuggite alle reti delle istituzioni

La parte più ridicola é stata quando mi ha piagnucolato al telefono che potevo versarle i soldi anche facendo una ricarica dal tabaccaio Io mi sono messa a ridere e le ho risposto che non bastava entrare da un tabaccaio e dire “devo fare la ricarica per l’avvocatessa” per versarle l’anticipo del suo onorario, ma che mi serviva quanto meno l’IBAN del suo conto o il numero della sua carta prepagata... Lei si è allora ammutolita un attimo e mi dice: “Eh, non c’è problema, ora le mando un SMS al suo telefonino con il mio numero e mi fa il versamento”

Insomma una stracciona con la parlantina irrefrenabile da popolana petulante dei rioni Un vero incubo, per fortuna durato solo pochi minuti

Mi ritrovo quindi ad aver sprecato una intera mattinata a fotocopiare email e verbali di condominio e le avvocatesse di Gravina si stanno facendo una bella collezione di fotocopie della mia carta di identità e del mio codice fiscale che ho anche rischiato di perdere perché il figlio dell’avvocatessa, avvocato pure lui per quanto evidentemente giovanissimo, aveva dimenticato di restituirmeli

Insomma, non so le vostre esperienze con gli avvocati, ma le mie fino ad ora sono pessime, ho solo incontrato degli ignoranti che credevano di poter facilmente truffarmi qualche centinaio di euro

La Mafia in Sicilia passa per le porte aperte della Giustizia: avvocati e tribunali

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chuuyas--boo · 2 years

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I need to figure out an ability (and abilities for all my other ocs 😶)

#PM!Mia #Oc: Mia Jacobs #Port Mafia Mia #Bsd x AoD au

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diverse-hearts-ocs-a · 3 years

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Time Skip for @frozcnlight

Broken toys were no fun but sometimes it was required. To get to the results that he wished to accomplish, the test subjects needed to be modified - broken down but with the body strength to survive the various tests. Honestly, people may look towards him and see him as insane but he wished only to reach the same heights as a God. Humanity’s next evolutionary state. Why else would they be given access to these abilities? The research into what abilities were and just why some people gained access to them and others didn’t, it was still such a new field and he would do everything in his power to crack this mystery once and for all. The mafia had its benefits and Mirans betrayal opened the gates to all that research to have been placed on hold for so long.

Perhaps this was the reason as to why they’d survived the explosion all those years ago. He’d been foolish to believe that only himself and Miran had survived. The clone had been at the centre of the explosion but he had never known just where Chuuya fit into the picture. He dimly recalled the boy trying to help Miran to escape - but what had happened that day? Had he found the clone instead? Had he somehow caused some type of reaction to occur - despite still being in the early stages of his own tests? A lot of questions remained over the events of that fateful day but the answers weren’t too important. He had more than enough to continue with his research - additional help even - and a new test to carry out. Cloning was a difficult and timely process and the clone of Miran who laid sleeping in the cell before him, she could be seen as a miracle. Only she and one other had ever been successful and so modifying cells and DNA and transferring that between his lab rats seemed to be the safer and quickest method of testing. Chuuya had already shown how his own ability and Mirans had taken root inside him.

And so this was how the cycle would begin - a year of misery for some and large leaps in science for others. It wasn’t as though money had been Kyran’s motivation when he’d started this but he needed the funds to continue with his work and so, as long as the results kept coming and he was left to his own devices, more sponsors meant more funds for himself and Port Mafia. There were two main desires from such sponsors - that was the ability to create weapons, abilities that could be used for their own purposes, to win the tide of war and the means on which to control said abilities if there happened to be any issues. Of course, Kyran didn’t care much for war, but the results could still prove useful for his own desires. Reaching the height of the Gods. If it were possible, he’d find it. He’d captured a god before, harnessed it’s powers - it was just a matter of time before the key would be revealed.

A girl, no older than perhaps thirteen or fourteen sat on a bench that stood to the back of the room, sipping on a juice box as a woman by her side silently took some blood samples. The girls attention was focused on her father, watching in curiosity as he looked at some slides under a microscope, two of his assisstants standing to either side of him. She enjoyed when this happened, when she got to witness her father’s work in person like this - Yet, there had been this growing annoyance lately. Ever since she’d meet her original...no wait Miran was a clone too...then why was she made if her father already had a child? Though, Miran hadn’t seemed so happy at the suggestion of Kyran being her father. There was a lot that the girl didn’t understand. Usually, she was happy to be of help. Her entire life had been here inside these walls, poked and prodded almost everyday, her ability tested now and then and with small rewards that let her know she really enjoyed sweet things - but what was all this for? Never before had these questions really come to mind. Why should it? Kyran kept her away from the more questionable side of experiments and meeting Miran had been a mistake too - but once made he couldn’t keep them apart as Mia would insist on meeting with Miran as one of her rewards for when tests had been passed.

Lately, these requests had begun to be turned down, making the girl worry about the reasoning behind such. Sometimes, she tried to sneak into the deeper parts of the lab that she was banned from entering. Some nights, she thought she could hear screams or cries for help...but she’d write them all off as nightmares. She had to. All she had in this world was her father...well...that’s all she had until this year...until she’d met Miran...until her eyes had slowly been opened to how wrong all of this may be. Yet, she displayed none of these thoughts out loud. She was still the same quiet and curious girl that her father wished her to be, passing tests as required. With a small smile, she thanked the nurse by her side and shifted off the bench, walking over to the nearby computer screens, moving the mouse to bring up the camera feeds. Miran seemed to be sleeping, the usual young male sitting by her side, also looking like he may have fallen asleep. The girl didn’t know that one - she only had met Shirase and Miran - but since both had talked about one name she guessed that one was Chuuya.

“Mia?”, as always when she got too curious, her father was quick to turn off the delays and pull her gently away from the screens, “If your examinations are done then you should go and rest…” “Can I visit Miran?” “Maybe later. As you saw, she’s sleeping right now”. The girl wanted to protest but knew better, so she just turned and walked out with the nurse that had been taking the blood samples. A lot could change in a year and yet the girl still wasn’t sure who to trust in or what she was supposed to do. Was she really created just for test purposes? Was she loved? What even was love?

The year had been one full of various experiences - none all too pleasant either. Chuuya, he found it hard at first to accept that the girl he’d fought so hard to protect all those years ago, wasn’t this Miran - but that he’d failed to help her at all - that he’d fled from that explosion and left her here to suffer on her own for as long as she had. Had she been sleeping this entire time? Did she realise the pain that Kyran continued to inflict on others? They’d been so young and maybe he should be excused for running, for being afraid..as he was just a child. What child wouldn’t want to be free from the place that housed his many nightmares? Yet, he’d fled back to the very same parents to have sold him in the first place. To them, his ability was nothing but a curse - he could heal but it also inflicted wounds on himself - a sign of it’s evil origins...according to them. If only they had any idea of how things had changed now. If they could see the monster that their son would be twisted into becoming, perhaps they would have left him out on the streets to rot, or sold him once more to the highest bidder.

How he wished he could still be that same child. That child that had fire in their soul, that would have died to protect those dear to him...it wasn’t like he didn’t try still. Some of the worse injuries he’d had over the last few months was from suddenly attacking the lab assistant or Kyran himself. Daichi was the worst to deal with - he could inflict rather serious injuries without a weapon, could leave burns that would make you burn with a fever for days. It was better for him if he sat back and gathered his energy but whenever Miran or Shirase were injured infront of him, something inside would snap and he’d just move, almost on instant, almost as though something inside took control for those few vital moments -

He sighed, reaching up to twirl a section of Miran’s hair between his fingers. He had been sleeping but had moved over to her side of the cell, healing some of her wounds before just watching over her. He seemed to heal quicker now too - he had no idea when that had started but sometimes he could heal Shirase and Miran almost completely before it would get too much for him. Over the last twelve months, they had all gone through such hell. He was trying to hold onto the believe that they’d be able ot break out of here soon….but would they survive to see that day?

They’d been through a lot. He and Miran had their abilities pushed to their limits rather often, though separate, the new ability that was copied from Miran still proving to be something difficult to control. There was a special type of room that was used for those type of experiments, where gases filled the air, designed to weaken or strength as required, designed to inflict pain whenever you tried to fight back against the drugs that shut your brain down into almost automatic mode. Pain and the promise of being released from that pain - it seemed to be the main way in which Kyran pushed them past their limits - though when it came to his healing ability… That one required no pushes. He’d often find himself trying to heal those that he or Miran would have struck down earlier in the day or week. They were supposed to be weapons and as such, they’d be forced to strike down other victims in the facility that were seen as failures. Not daily, but enough that the scent of blood always seemed to hang over them. Enough that they were seen as the monsters that Kyran painted them to be. It was rather hard to hold onto the belief that he deserved something better than this - so he focused on Miran and Shirase and his old friend. He needed to stay alive in order to let them all live the life that they deserved. Yet - he’d have his off days. He’d have his breakdowns, his nightmares. Days when he wouldn’t allow anyone near him out of fear of hurting them by accident. He was trying to take on the weight of the world but honestly, lately, he’d been looking forward to the numb feeling that took over whenever he was drugged. The chance to shut off from the world, to ignore the true horror that he was stuck in. He hadn’t mentioned that feeling to anyone though but maybe they could already tell.

Shirase - he hadn’t got out of this lightly, though while Chuuya and Miran seemed to constantly be pushed to their limits in order to improve their abilities - he seemed to be losing control of his own. It wasn’t as though he’d ever been proud of the ability that he’d managed to have - it was usual but also rather draining but now that it seemed to be fading, he wasn’t sure on how to feel about it all. This was a part of him...a part of who he was and yet lately he’d been unable to use it at all. Maybe it was down to this new feeling that had been growing deep inside - almost like the sensation of pins and needles just constantly there, making his skin feel as though it was crawling sometimes. So much crap had been injected into him, he had scars from surgeries that he’d rather not think too much on and there was just this constant feeling of being drained of energy that he was unable to shake off. Sure, anyone would be exhausted when they were subjected to various tortures on an almost daily basis but even when adrenaline was flowing, he just wanted to pass out and never wake up again.

And yet, there he was, sitting in this stupid chair, wires attached to various pads over his chest as machines read over vitals, his gaze falling towards where a certain blonde woman floated inside one of the clear cylinders. Where Chuuya and Miran taken in here often? Did they have to watch that same sleeping face? If they did, were they thinking the same as he did? How to wake her? How to get them out from this place? Attacks to the scientists had only resulted in more pain or food being withdrawn for days on end, the stomach pains worse than anything he’d ever felt while living on the streets.

That same wave of cold stuck to his skin - another fun symptom to add to his ever growing list. The scars to run up the length of one arm were also another side effect - Chuuya seemed unable to heal him anymore, a fact that was pretty darn hard to keep hidden with how often the rags he called clothes seemed to get destroyed. He had to wonder if perhaps he was reaching his own limits. If this shit kept going on for much longer he wasn’t too sure how he’d be. This new sensation was annoying. He’d spend night curled up under his blankets, scratching so hard at his skin that he’d cause his arms to bleed pretty often. Other times he was so cold that he honestly though he’d freeze to death - and wouldn’t have minded that to have been his fate either.

The last fight he’d got in with Daichi had left a rather painful burn - he’d gone such a long ass time without giving up his fear of fire and yet that one little instant had caused him to panic, a lot more than he knew he should have - but at least he’d got in a few stabs of his own before he’d been drugged and dragged here for monitoring. The drugs in his system just added to that overall numbness that surrounded his entire body, that made him feel like his skin was crawling - yet they were trapped here...how much longer could they hold on like this?

They needed to find a way out and...well he was working on the details. They needed to bring both the original Miran and Mia with them too - and that was just going to make this even harder. But if they stayed here for much longer, what would happen? Would they still be themselves? He didn’t know how much time had passed since they’d been taken here but he could pretty well tell he was quickly beginning to lose this daily battle. It felt so strange. To feel like an alien within your own skin.

A few hours later and he was finally flopping onto the small pile of blankets that he tended to sleep in more than the rock hard beds they had. He’d grabbed one to wrap around his form before walking over to where Chuuya laid sleeping, head in his arms beside Miran, Shirase glancing towards the girl with a small smile, “Hey...hows it been?”. He hadn’t been back in this room for a few days now and yet he could clearly smell the scent of blood that seemed to constantly surround his friends, blood and chemicals - their new normal within this hell hole. “Have you seen Mia? Have you tried to talk with her?”. He still wasn’t sure if they could trust her or not but if they wanted out they needed a bit of inside help - that and well Miran had more or less adopted the child now so there didn’t seem to be a way in which they could leave her out of this mess, even if they had wanted to.

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noa-ciharu · 2 years

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Actually idk why fandom is so worried Chuuya might die when all signs indicate that's very unlikely to happen. I mean:

Chapter ended on cliffhanger. Asagiri does this often and it's always to hangs readers on suspense. Remember chap then ended with Kunikida and explosion? He was MIA for few chapters then turned out to be alive from something he surely would have died of (irl). Same thing with half of Agency happend at some point.

Which brings me to second point. In manga we saw no major or minor characters die. All who die are chapter based characters, such as Ace or that girl with bomb around her neck. Both times it's clear character was written solely with point of dying and serving as character development for another character (Fyodor and Kunikida). Chuuya has his own story in mangas and novels, it simply wouldn't be fitting to kill him off screen on 3 pages.

Some characters escaped death. Take Gogol for example, he was cut in half. Pulled ability trick and turned out to be alive. Kenji was stabbed by sword but turned out to be fine (another cliffhanger). Vilians who got defeated turned out to be fine too (Fitzgerald for example, he fell from great height but didnt die). There were many instances where Asagiri could easily get rid of characters but they(he? idk author's pronounce) decided to keep them all and involve in story later on again.

Chuuya is put under vampire ability curse. It's a wonder if he can even die as he's already 'undead'. Plus readers weren't shown how he got bitten/cursed and what happened of port mafia (no way they'll all die due to it, too many important characters are infected). Perhaps when Chuuya returns to being human (by Dazai's ability), he'd recall that in a flashback.

Chuuya's and Fyodor's survivals are connected. Dazai did that in order to kill Fyodor. Now, do you really think series main villan would go down like that? No way. Also Dazai is clever, he wouldn't gamble Chuuya's survival like that, so I don't think it'll be Fyodor lives but Chuuya dies situation either. Not to mention that Gogol is still around, he could put some shit. So from narratives perspective it'll make little sense to kill Chuuya in the manner chapter ended. Of course, some mangas have death for shock value and message that noone is spared from death's unexpectedness but BSD isn't one of those. It's more about mystery, complicated plot and mental games than shock value. Asagiri could put thousand ways to prevent their death as it was done before in story to other characters.

Which brings me to the last one: Dazai's reaction. Now, Dazai is morally grey character with manipulative or even sadistic side to him. Nonetheless, after Oda's death and him switching sides, he actively tries to be a better man. He's ruthless now only when he needs to be. He values life now. So only way I can see him drowning Chuuya on purpose is if Dazai concluded it's the only possible way to get rid of Fyodor and his gang once and for all and there is no other solution. Chuuya would be the sacrifice then. Since 1) no way Fyodor will die there 2) Dazai would gamble Chuuya's life on senseless mistakes in his schemes, Dazai knows there's a solid chance of their survival. Also his joke at the end is pretty good indicator that Chuuya isn't in danger, otherwise I seriously doubt he'd smile and jest like that.

Now, Dazai cares for lifes of his commanders. He wouldnt let Atsushi or Kunikida be killed thanks to his schemes. Nor would he let Chuuya. Here, his facial expression:

It's mostly hidden from the view, eyes and mouth not shown in one picture - expression and emotions not meant for readers to see (because Dazai implicitly keeps his emotions in check and rarely shows them). He looks somber and melancholic. Evidently not happy with what he has to do, since there, after all, is the risk Chuuya might die. From Dazai's perspective. He recalls times they spent together, reminisce something about emotional bond, all things that are unlike his unfeeling self, and then -

Turns it into joke and cruelty. I believe this is a mask to server for readers, Sigma and himself as well (also a good indicator that he's not taking this too seriously perhaps?). Because Dazai perceives emotions as weakness (he internalized that, maybe he doesn't think that consciously, but he does think that on primal ego level), he can't allow himself to be perceived as possessing a weakness neither by audience, Sigma, nor himself.

#in case he dies it'll be for nothing tho and as Asagiri is rly good at story telling i doubt they had it in mind #analysis #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd spoilers #nakahara chuuya #dazai osamu #soukoku

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universallychaoticpan · 2 years

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This is going to be awkward if you don’t take request so if you don’t just ignore this I don’t wanna overwhelm you or anything! Could I get a scenario where dazais gf (ofc if you’d like you can change the pronouns but for asking for the request I’m just gonna use mine!) gets a job to do on her own but it’s very dangerous and they get in a fight but she still goes and comes back pretty badly injured? Sorry if you are busy and can’t write I hope you don’t feel like you have too! Make sure your taking care of yourself and you’re drinking water, eating food, and ofc sleeping!! :33

I love getting requests like this, so no worries at all! (Sometimes it just takes me a sec to actually post them haha.) But you're so considerate and I'm happy to write for this. As for sleep and the like, I'm sick atm so all of that is in heavy doses for me. Thanks again and feel free to request any time! Really, you are too sweet looking out for me like that, and I truly hope you enjoy. <33

"You can't go," Dazai argued, "not on your own, you'll just get yourself killed."

"I'm not a child, Osamu, I can handle myself," you retorted, angry that he wouldn't even hear you out. "Fukuzawa seems to think so, at least."

"And that's all well and good but what if you get caught?! You'll be totally alone and have no one to get you out of there-"

"I'll be fine, Osamu. The Agency is going to be monitoring my every move, you know that."

"And I know the Mafia. I can't risk loosing you like that."

Stepping close to him, you placed a hand gently to the side of his face, melting a little as he pressed a soft kiss to your palm. So that's what it was.

"Ill only be gone a week, love, it's just routine reconnaissance."

"I don't want you alone, y/n, especially not when it's the Mafia in question."

You smiled, sure of yourself as you tried reassuring Dazai's nerves.

"Don't think about the Mafia. Just believe in what I can do."

That had been a week and a half ago, and Dazai knew he should've trusted his instincts right then and there; asked Fukuzawa if he could go with you or if you could go with someone at the very least.

You were supposed to have returned from your mission two, then three days ago. You had been gone for a week and a half now, bordering two, only one of which was planned, and no one from the Agency had heard from you since you'd successfully slipped past Port Mafia lines on the first day. Dazai had been worried then, yes, but at least he was aware of your positioning at all times; though they couldn't hear your voice, you were sending valuable records of the Mafia's movements whenever you could. At least that way they knew you were alive, and still in a position to be informing them.

But after your time was up, the update stopped coming in, which wouldn't have been alarming if you hadn't vanished along with them. Two days ago, you'd been reported officially MIA, with the Agency in turmoil looking for you.

Dazai was a wreck.

Everyone could see it, and it was horrible to watch him spiral. Kunikida was shorter than ever, dark circles under both of their eyes growing sharp and prominent as the days passed. His partner was in a state; clothes disheveled as he paced the streets with Atsushi, passing the hours wondering if you were ok.

It's my fault, he thought to himself, exhaustion fogging his mind while his body kept moving mindlessly. I should've done more to keep her safe. Now she's disappeared and it's my fault. Oh god if she's dead or being hurt I swear-

I can't loose her, too. Not after everything.

When you had met, the Agency was still in it's infancy. From the beginning, though, he'd been fascinated by you. The way you worked, fought, anything; it all amazed him. Like an angel of the battlefield you had a sharp mind and an ability you used as an extension of your very being. You made him laugh without trying, until he fell hard-

To which you lifted him back to his feet, pressing sweet kisses to his lips and smiling ever so gently at him; the way you had since the very start.

You had never hid from his darkest parts, far from it. Instead, as he revealed himself to you, you wove light where you could, holding his heart against the world with hands gentle as summer rain.

And if he lost you now, after knowing exactly how bright the world felt loving you, Dazai knew he would break.

The vibrations of his phone shook him from his thoughts, Kunikida's number showing up on the screen as he answered. What he said next elated and terrified him in equal measure, sending him running down the street towards the harbor with Atsushi right behind him.

"We found her, down at the harbor. Get your ass down here now. Yosano's on her way."

If Yosano was there then that meant- no. He couldn't stand to think about that now.

In minutes he was by the water, searching for Kunikida from where he stood. When he finally found him, though, he was met with a sight that had him frozen in horror.

You were lying on the ground, Yosano at your side hiding from view the middle of your body. Though you were unconscious, Dazai could see your face contort in pain as she worked, sweat beading your skin which was frighteningly pale. When he moved to the side slightly, he could see a dark gash, wide and jagged, that had been torn into your side. Kunikida was kneeling at your other side, finger on your pulse while Dazai watched, able to do nothing as Yosano did her work in silence.

Please, he prayed, haven't I lost enough? I know I don't deserve her, that I never will, but please, if I ever did anything right or good, don't take her from me. Not here. Not like this.

This wasn't how it was supposed to happen. You were never supposed to be on the ground, slowly bleeding out after being missing for days. You were never supposed to be in so much danger.

"Her pulse is getting weaker," Kunikida sated calmly, Yosano nodding as she continued to work.

"Y/n, please," Dazai whispered, his own pulse racing as Atsushi tried his best to keep him upright. "Please, don't leave me like this. You can't, not after everything."

He refused to be cheated out of a life with you; the idea alone was too much for him to bear. You both deserved better, that he knew for certain. The minutes ticked by, time continuing in it's unrelenting march while you slipped between life and death. Gently, Dazai replaced Kunikida at your side, taking your hand between his own while he cradled your head in his lap.

"Dazai," Yosano finally murmured, "my ability is powerful but there's only so much I can do past a certain point-"

"Then do it. Do what you need to, but keep her alive."

"That's just my point," she replied, "I'm doing everything I can but her body seems to be resisting the treatment. There's only so much I can do if my patient is essentially giving up.

I'm sorry but you may need to be prepared to loose her."

"I can't," he whispered back, even Kunikida casting his eyes down in sorrow next to Atsushi as everyone realized what was happening. "She promised me she would be ok, she promised she would come home and be ok and safe and-"

"Dazai. Please."

Looking back at her, Dzai's heart broke to see her dark eyes brimming with tears. Already, she knew where this went. She knew how it ended, and so did he.

"Just..let me say goodbye, will you?"

She nodded, leaving without another word. With Dazai's eyes fixed on your motionless body she let Kunikida lead her away, leaving him alone as your life ebbed away.

"Hello, love," he whispered, smiling down on your face. Like this, he could almost pretend you were sleeping. He could almost fool himself into thinking any moment your eyes would open again, bright even shrouded with sleep, warm with the very essence of you. gingerly, he pulled you into his arms, your head resting against his chest as he prepared to let you go. "I don't know if you can even hear me like this, but if I have to say goodbye-" he felt a sob push it's way through him, ruining him completely as he really began to cry over you. "Just remember I love you more than I ever though I could love a person. You saved me, y/n, and I will always be in love with you, always and forever, that I will promise you. You're the part of me that completed me, but I understand if you need to go. It's alright love, I promise.

I understand someone as bright as you, someone who loves and lives fierce as a star, can only burn so long and I'm grateful for every single moment I could call you mine."

With that, he pressed his last kiss to your lips, tucking your head into the crook of shoulder, steadying himself with the sound of you breathing, your heart beating gently against his own, a silent symphony taking shape between you both, pulling him apart fully.

"Thank you, y/n, for the gift of loving you."

"Don't ever stop loving me, that's how to thank me."

Letting your head fall back from it's place, Dazai felt shock and all the best kinds of joy fight their way through his heart, every shade in your eyes revealed to him again as you smiled weakly back to him.

You were alive

"But I don't-"

"I don't either," you replied, tears of joy making those eyes he adored shine under the now golden light of a setting sun. "I don't know either, but I'm here again and-"

This time it was your words that were stolen and then flung to the furthest corners of a violet sky as Dazai pressed his lips to yours, taking the air from your lungs as you breathed him in, the both of you drunk on each other and giddy with love purer than white light.

It wasn't enough.

You wanted him closer, he wanted you both suspended in a moment like this one forever.

If every kiss could mean as much as that one, if every moment could be painted in a bliss so sweet, he knew there was no heaven that could mean as much as a lifetime loving you.

And as long as he did love you, such an eternity was his to call home.

#dazai x reader #osamu dazai x reader #dazai osamu x reader #bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs #bsd

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The Six Realms

Okay, so I was pretty close to giving up on writing analyses but I'm back LMFAO plus I see we're close to 100 followers and I just want to thank you guys for being so very supportive <3

Alright, I'm not sure if anyone's ever written about this, but if an analysis like this exists, please do let me know because I'm kind of curious as to what other people think about this, too!

Remember that time Fukuchi spoke about bringing "about the five signs of an angel's death"?

I read a little bit more about it, and as a minor content warning: this analysis will focus on a few religious aspects (Buddhism + Hinduism). So if I get any of the facts wrong, firstly: I do not mean any disrespect to either religion, and secondly: please do correct me if I interpret anything in the wrong way.

Spoilers for BSD chapter 90 onwards + BEAST!AU under the cut!

So I'll start by talking about the Decay of Angels. As we all know, the members include Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Nikolai Gogol, Sigma, and Bram Stoker, and their leader, Fukuchi Ochi. After Fyodor's arrest, the Decay of Angels came into light with Nikolai murdering four government officials in a week. These murders symbolise the Buddhist cycle of existence, or otherwise known as samsara: the cycle of life, death, and rebirth.

"We are the Decay of Angels—hiding here as terrorists, a 'murder association', five people who will announce the demise of the celestial world."

Nikolai Gogol, chapter 57

Samsara is described to be a concept beyond human understanding. According to Hinduism, samsara is the physical world where every being has its soul trapped into a physical vessel. The Hindus believe that everything has a soul, and due to a soul's attachment to desire, it is forced into a deathless cycle of being born, dying, and reincarnating into a different body. In Buddhism, the ultimate way to break free from this cycle is by obtaining nirvana.

Nirvana is a Sanskrit word for the goal of the Buddhist path: enlightenment or awakening. In Pali, the language of some of the earliest Buddhist texts, the word is nibbana; in both languages it means "extinction" (like a lamp or flame) or "cessation." It refers to the extinction of greed, ill will, and delusion in the mind, the three poisons that perpetuate suffering. Nirvana is what the Buddha achieved on the night of his enlightenment: he became completely free from the three poisons. Everything he taught for the rest of his life was aimed at helping others to arrive at that same freedom.

- TRICYCLE'S definition of nirvana

As Fukuchi mentions in the panel above, there are six different realms of existence. These realms represent every possible state of existence, but one cannot live in a specific realm forever. Depending on whether or not one's past actions were morally good or bad, an individual is born into one of these realms. Basically, the controlling factor of which realm a person is born into is dependent on their respective karma. The realms are separated into two categories: the hellish ones and the heavenly ones.

The Deva Realm: where beings are rewarded for the good deeds they have done. This realm is void of anything unpleasant. It is basically paradise— empty of unfulfilled desires, any form of suffering, and fears of every kind. Religious individuals, however, do not seek to be born into this realm since its attitude is more or less carefree.

The Asura Realm: where demigods are admitted. Asuras are driven by greed and envy, and may come in conflict with human beings since they are quite similar. They are powerful beings, but quarrel with each other quite a bit, making this realm quite undesirable to be reborn into.

The Animal Realm: where beings are given the form of an animal (you probably guessed that lol). Individuals here don't actually have good karma to take pride in, but rather, they are born into this realm to work off their bad karma (by being slaughtered, hunted, or forced to work, etc). Being born into this realm forces one to atone for their past sins by living out their life as an animal.

The Hell Realm: where one is punished for their evil actions. The most merciless of realms, where one pays for their transgressions through pure suffering, methods of which include: dismemberment, starvation, and psychological/physical torture. However, once a person's term is fulfilled in this realm, they are presumably promised to be reborn into a higher state.

The Preta Realm: similar to the hell realm, in which beings pay for their past sins (specifically: greed and stinginess) by having to survive through hunger and thirst. This realm is also known as the 'ghost realm,' because some pretas are psychologically tortured by being forced to live in places their past selves have lived in. They are invisible to human beings living at that time, which pushes them to face the depths of despair and loneliness. Your typical horror movie, really.

The Human Realm: the only realm where one's actions determine their future. The status (social ranking, physical wellbeing, and so on) of a human being in this realm is determined by their past actions, but due to the fact that a person has their own conscience to differentiate good morals from bad, the actions they commit in this realm have the power to determine which realm they are sent to next.

Okay, so now that I've got that out of the way, let's shift our focus to the Book. Very little is known about the Book, but the basic fundamentals of how it works is that whatever is written in the book will come into existence only if its contents follow the rules of karma. In addition to that, only a few sentences can be written into a single page of the Book, and it must follow the current narrative of the story.

If I'm not wrong, the first time the Book was mentioned was by Fitzgerald, who wanted it to resurrect his deceased daughter in hopes of restoring his wife's mental health. The next time the Book is brought up is when Fyodor's intentions to possess it are divulged; his goal was to decimate the global population of ability-users. And now, the current arc has the Book as its central focus, with a single page in Fukuchi's possession.

[ BEAST!AU spoilers ]

The Book acts as the central point of multiverses, with each character's lives differing from universe to universe.

Dazai committing suicide in this alternate universe stands in sharp contrast with how he decided to start up a new life in the main universe.

Oda staying alive to act as a mentor to Akutagawa in the ADA differs from how Oda uses his death to prompt Dazai to "be on the side that saves people."

And of course, the way Atsushi and Akutagawa have their positions switched in the two universes depicts how different their lives would be if they were given the chance to be mentored by different people— these are just a few examples of how the Book houses an endless amount of possibilities.

[ end of BEAST!AU spoilers ]

Hypothetically speaking, this kind of reminds me of the differing realms I mentioned before, where suffering is promised in some realms, and better things are granted in the rest, depending on one's karma, or the deeds they've done in their past lives. In this scenario, perhaps one's past life can be understood as one's current life in a different universe. That's just a personal opinion though. Take it as you will.

side note: Keep in mind that the person who is more or less impervious to the Book's effect is Dazai, with his nullification ability. I wouldn't want to propose any theories in this aspect (I don't believe I'm fully fact-checked ;_;), but I could use Dazai as a raw example of how your choices affect your future. If Dazai had decided to stay in the Port Mafia after Oda's death, or if he even decided to go through with his suicidal fixations, life would've been different for him in the root universe (obviously, ryley) I mean, you could basically understand that from how he ended up in the BEAST au, but imagine if he really did slip up in his decision-making in any of the universes.

Many analysts have proposed that he went MIA (early in his life) from the main universe for a while to figure out how the BEAST universe worked, whilst having the Book to his advantage. Perhaps his actions were guided? I'm not saying he's all-knowing, but he's sure as hell smart. I'm not sure if Kafka was trying to highlight the concept of karma when it comes to Dazai, but if he is, then I suppose you could say that Dazai is pretty much unaffected by the rules of karma, existing as the centerpiece of all the multiverses. No Longer Human is the namesake of his ability, but the book talks about disqualification from societal norms and generally, the world. I was talking about it with a friend, and they reminded me that Yozo (the main protagonist) was pretty strong in his views against society. Like he didn't speak out of total defeat, he spoke out of defense. If there was anything Dazai actually lost to, it was his guilt— "Living itself is a source of sin."

Then again, that's my personal interpretation since everyone has their unique perspective of his writings. In terms of the actual adaptation, you could translate the word 'disqualification' to 'insusceptibilty' when if it came to the Book's effects on Dazai? This side note is becoming really long lmao anyways I'll link a few theories which afflicted me with brainrot down below.

Another thing before I wrap up, the name 'Decay of Angels' stemmed from Yukio Mishima's book entitled 'The Decay of An Angel.' This is the final novel to the author's tetralogy: 'The Sea of Fertility.' The main protagonist, Honda, meets a person he believes to be a reincarnation of his friend, Kiyoaki, who takes the form of a young teenage boy named Tōru. The last novel of this series enhances Mishima's dominant themes of the series as a whole:

the decay of courtly tradition in Japan

the essence and value of Buddhist philosophy and aesthetics

Mishima’s apocalyptic vision of the modern era

Again, this could be referred to what Fukuchi goes on to say:

Some people view the concept of samsara optimistically, justifying it by saying that perhaps each individual is given a second (third, fourth, fifth, who knows) chance to refine their actions in order to be birthed into a better realm, with their karma being the independent variable.

On the other hand, other people, specifically the Hindus, view the cycle of existence as some sort of plague. To them, the flow of life and being forced to endure the suffering of mere existence in any form was somewhat frowned down upon. Some Hindus viewed samsara as a trap. Besides, having one's soul being limited to a physical body for the rest of eternity was not very appealing, especially since where they ended up at depended on the karmic value their past actions surmounted.

Even so, particular types of Buddhists don't seek nirvana, but instead, like the Hindus, they make an effort to be good people of society, building up their good deeds to increase the likelihood of being reborn into one of the better realms.

As mentioned before, the Deva Realm was the home of angels, the most carefree, gratified beings to exist. Fukuchi describes these angels as the people who don't get their hands dirty, the people who act as the puppeteers of society: politicians.

In terms of parallels, angels were the most fortunate and powerful, but they didn't have anyone ruling over them. A lack of supervision would lead to the abuse of power, which is what I believe Fukuchi was referring to. Deeming himself the Decay of Angels, he sought to prove himself as the 'sign of death that falls on the nation's greed.'

A few fun facts (okay, not really) about Yukio Mishima: he committed seppuku (ritual suicide by disembowelment) on the day he held a speech to voice out his unpopular political beliefs to the public. Mishima deeply treasured traditions and opposed the modern mindset the nation was advancing forward to adapt eventually. In his last book, The Decay of an Angel, he spoke about the five signs which complete the death of an angel:

Here are the five greater signs: the once-immaculate robes are soiled, the flowers in the flowery crown fade and fall, sweat pours from the armpits, a fetid stench envelops the body, the angel is no longer happy in its proper place.

The Decay of an Angel, p.53

The reviews about this series I've read so far describe Mishima's works to be quite complex; his writings demanded a lot of time to deconstruct and understand. They were highly symbolic, and he was pretty obsessed with death and the 'spiritual barrenness of the modern world.' I think you could attach a few strings from here to the mindsets of the DOA members. Of course, this parallel is completely abstract, but I'll go on rambling anyway:

He should have armed them with the foreknowledge that would keep them from flinging themselves after their destinies, take away their wings, keep them from soaring, make them march in step with the crowd. The world does not approve of flying. Wings are dangerous weapons. They invite self-destruction before they can be used. If he had brought Isao to terms with the fools, then he could have pretended that he knew nothing of wings.

The Decay of an Angel, p.113

I suppose you could resonate Nikolai with that excerpt. As much as Fukuchi takes the lead in this whole murder association, I'd like to believe that each member of the DOA plays an equally interesting part in whatever movement they're trying to execute. Fyodor feels it is his god-sent purpose to cleanse the world of its sins, his motto being, "Let the hand of God guide you." Sigma doesn't know where he belongs, since his origination comes from a page in the Book, and is fueled by the desperation to find a reason to live. Bram holds one of the most powerful abilities which is counted to be one of the "Top Ten Calamities to Destroy the World."

What I mean to say is that the DOA members are incredibly powerful, and they're not your ordinary antagonists (or I'm just biased). It's not just overthrowing authorities, mass genocide, and world domination— you could say that each individual is trying to utilize their purposes to their fullest expenditures, and the way they're trying to assert their plan into action is a little more passive-aggressive (framing the Agency, having a convo with a suicidal dude in jail, etc). They're the gray area between evil and good. As they framed the good guys for their own crimes, they're trying to conquer the bad guys for exploiting the innocent as they please.

This post would definitely age well if all hell breaks loose in the current arc (as if it didn't) and Kafka doesn't give us a happy ending.

That's all I have to say for now I guess! Thank you for reading, and once again, if anyone else something they wanna share, feel free to do so <3

sources (tryna follow Q's example ^_^) :

the six realms

samsara

the decay of angels

beast!au

the book

the sea of fertility

yukio mishima

theory: dazai’s emotional/mental state in beast!au

q’s theory: dazai being the protector of the book

theory: beast!dazai and the book

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Coffee Break {Oda and Chuuya ft. Dazai}

A/N: Ahhhh hello hello! @eclipsetickles, I was your squealing santa this year! :D I hope you enjoy this fic, i had a ton of fun writing it! I hope you don’t mind but I also included a little bit of Dazai in this fic just because I think he’s neat hehe. Big thanks to Mia @ticklygiggles for hosting this year! I hope everyone has a lovely holiday season and enjoys!!

Summary: Oda is on babysitting duty today, but a few shenanigans ensue before the mission.

Word Count: 1.5k (under the cut)

“Oh, you’re up,” Oda said softly, looking up from his book. Chuuya rubbed the back of his neck, nodding his head, still looking a bit sleepy.

Oda had been put on a different mission today compared to his normal clean-up work for the Port Mafia. Dazai and Chuuya had a relatively simple task today, but they wanted Oda to be there because of his relationship with Dazai. Chuuya had only joined the Port Mafia recently, having come from the Sheep. Dazai and Chuuya were both unpredictable, and Oda was basically on babysitting duty for the two of them.

“You’re up too, old man. Why are you here?” Chuuya said, trying to make his tone sharp despite the grogginess that clouded his voice.

Oda stood, tucking his book away as he looked over at Dazai’s room, where there was still no Dazai. Oda sighed. Dazai never wanted to get up early, especially any time before seven.

Chuuya stretched his arms, tilting from side to side as Oda looked down at him. He was short, even for someone his age. He knew that he and Dazai were supposedly partners now, and Dazai had told him a little bit about him when they were at the Bar Lupin.

“Do you need any coffee?” Oda suggested, noticing Chuuya yawn. Chuuya quickly shut his mouth, not finishing his yawn as he turned away from Oda, crossing his arms.

“Coffee sounds fine I guess…”

Oda nodded his head and looked one last time at Dazai’s room. He still hadn’t come out, but he’d manage to find them when he did eventually wake up.

Oda led Chuuya down the hallway and down an elevator to one of the Port Mafia’s lounge rooms. There was a small morning bar there, and Oda walked behind it to start on some coffee as Chuuya sat down in one of the seats opposite him.

Chuuya watched Oda lazily, seeming to wake up a little bit more when the smell of coffee filled the room. Oda set the cup down in front of him, pushing a sugar cube tray and the small container of cream towards him. Oda watched as Chuuya picked up a sugar cube and threw it in. Then another. Then another.

He added about ten – Oda had lost count after the sixth one. He poured in a little bit of cream and stirred it, taking a sip before leaning back with content.

Oda hummed, pouring his own cup. “You’re gonna get more of a kick from the sugar than the caffeine,” He said flatly, and Chuuya nearly spit out his coffee back into the cup before he glared at Oda.

“Hah?”

Oda’s coffee cup suddenly became heavy, too heavy. He dropped it and it shattered on the counter, ceramic and coffee going everywhere. Chuuya smirked.

Oda had heard about Chuuya’s ability to manipulate gravity, and he presumed that the coffee mug falling out of his grip had only been a small fraction of his true power. Chuuya took another sip of his sickeningly sweet coffee and Oda raised an eyebrow.

Oda started to pour himself another glass of coffee, ignoring the mess that Chuuya had just created. He took a sip, humming at the slightly bitter taste. Chuuya stared at him with an odd expression, something akin to confusion as he took a sip of his own coffee slowly.

Chuuya was slightly perplexed by Oda’s reaction, how he hadn’t even seemed to care. Chuuya clicked his tongue in annoyance.

They finished their coffees in silence, which Oda finally broke. “Dazai sure sleeps in, doesn’t he?”

Chuuya scoffed. “It’s because he’s an idiot. He needs more time to recover his brain cells, so he sleeps longer.”

Oda couldn’t stop a dry chuckle as Chuuya grinned smugly, tossing his hands about.

“I could go on about why he’s an idiot, like how he spends most of his paycheck on bandages or how he eats watermelon rinds… ugh,” Chuuya cringed when he remembered Dazai eating an entire watermelon rind, and Oda looked at Chuuya curiously.

“I thought everyone ate the watermelon rind?”

“You too? Well, I guess if you spend enough time with Dazai you’re gonna become an idiot too…”

“Don’t you spend a lot of time with Dazai?”

Chuuya’s eye twitched. “Are you calling me an idiot?”

Oda shrugged. Chuuya huffed, folding his arms across his chest and leaning back in his chair. He misjudged how much he could lean, however, and fell backwards with a yelp. Oda quickly ran around the bar to where Chuuya had landed, reaching out to help him up. Chuuya was rubbing the back of his head when Oda grabbed his bicep to lift him, Chuuya letting out another yelp.

“That looks like it hurt. Are you alright?”

Oda didn’t let go of Chuuya until he was standing, which was proving difficult as he tried to wriggle away from Oda.

“Yes, I’m fine! Now let me go!” Chuuya demanded, and Oda did as he asked. Chuuya huffed again and crossed his arms. Oda looked at Chuuya with a mildly curious look and Chuuya quickly turned away.

“Let’s go wake up Dazai, he’ll sleep all day if he can.”

Oda placed a hand on Chuuya’s shoulder and stopped him, Chuuya turning his head to glare at Oda.

“What?”

Oda frowned, rubbing the back of his neck. “I didn’t mean to tickle you while I was helping you up, sorry.”

Chuuya immediately flushed pink, surprised at Oda’s keen instinct. He yanked his shoulder out of Oda’s hands, stomping off.

“You did not tickle me! I’m not ticklish, I just hurt myself falling down is all,” Chuuya insisted as he walked away, but he stopped when he heard Oda speak again.

“It’s okay to be ticklish. Dazai is too.”

“I already told you I’m not!”

“Not what?” Someone else's voice came, and Chuuya and Oda looked over to see Dazai entering the room, still in his pajamas as he yawned.

“Nothing-!”

“Not ticklish,” Oda said over Chuuya, who whipped around and glared at him. Dazai smirked and walked behind the bar, waving his hand around.

“Oh no, he’s very ticklish. You should try it, Odasaku~”

Chuuya was about to shout at Dazai, but all that came out was a squeak when Oda pinched Chuuya’s side. Dazai continued to pour his coffee as Chuuya slowly started to giggle, squirming around as Oda squeezed his sides gently.

“Dahammit old man! Dohohon’t!”

Oda hummed as he gently tickled Chuuya, not for any particular reason other than Dazai encouraged it. He also had to make sure that his skills hadn’t gotten rusty, and given by Chuuya’s reactions at the mild tickling, he definitely hadn’t.

Chuuya squirmed, trying to stomp on Oda’s feet, which he just moved out of the way. Dazai watched in amusement as the two seemed to dance almost, sipping his coffee. Oda climbed up to Chuuya’s ribs and he shrieked, clamping his arms down and kicking his legs.

“Nohoho! Dahahazai, hehelp!” Chuuya whined, embarrassed to be asking for help from Dazai, who only smiled at him.

“Let me finish my coffee first!”

“Fuhuhuck you!” Chuuya yelled, followed by a squeal as Oda used one hand to tweak his hip.

“Language,” He said flatly, and Chuuya shook his head as he laughed. Dazai laughed from behind the bar, though he could barely be heard over Chuuya’s own laughter.

Oda snuck his hands under Chuuya’s arms, making the redhead gasp. He squeezed his arms against his sides in an attempt to keep Oda from continuing, but he only succeeded in trapping his hands there as he scribbled his fingers around.

“Shihihit! Not thehehehere!”

“Why not?” Oda asked, his tone made it so that Chuuya was unable to determine whether it was meant to be a tease or was a genuine question. Chuuya flailed, shaking his head.

“Ahahahahasshole!”

Dazai whistled from behind the bar as he watched the scene, a smug grin on his face as he watched Chuuya’s face slowly turn pink as Oda continued to wiggle his fingers under his arms.

Oda swept down to Chuuya’s hips, making him shriek and buck as he grabbed Oda’s wrists. He wiggled around and his knees nearly buckled, but he still couldn’t escape those menacing fingers. Oda hummed.

“You weren’t kidding, Dazai,” He said, and Chuuya flared up.

“Shuhuhut up!”

Chuuya was practically dancing as he tried to escape Oda’s grasp, cursing and threatening him all the while as Dazai finally finished his coffee.

“All done! Odasaku, we should get going, shouldn’t we?”

Oda nodded and pulled his hands away from Chuuya, who nearly fell to his knees as he wheezed and continued to giggle softly, crossing his arms across his body in an attempt to protect himself as he glared at Oda.

“I’ll make you regret that,” He declared, and Oda hummed thoughtfully.

“Will you?”

Chuuya gritted his teeth, about to say something else when he felt his hat being snatched off of his head, and he whipped around to see Dazai running off as he cheered.

“Oi!” He yelled, but then turned back to Oda. “We’re not done here.”

He chased after Dazai and Oda rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t help a mild smile that crept up his face. The babysitting task had begun.

#odasaku #chuuya #bungou stray dogs #tickle fic #squealing santa #squealing santa 2k21 #happy holidays!!!

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