SORRY IVE BEEN ON HIATUS!!!

I know it's been like 73635327828337 years since I've added to this, I'm just a lazy sunofagun and haven't really had any inspiration... that is until I look at all the wonderful comments you guys have given me! Really, you're all so wonderful and make me sooo happy! I can't believe people actually want to read my semi-intelligible scribbles!! Hopefully the upcoming parts will be more enjoyable and less cringe-worthy since I've matured since.... the first part.... Whatever! I'll just cut the the chase!!!

(Btw I changed the readers name to simply just [yn] aka "your name" because the name I decided to give you before is a little.... bleh)

Enjoy~

The next morning, you woke up in your cozy futon. Thank god. Checking your phone, you saw that Dazai had left you a message: "Stop by the office when you get the chance, I have a surprise for you!" You sighed and let your phone slip out of your hands onto your soft pillow. Upon standing up, pain rushed through you from every angle possible. "The hell?!" You uttered cringing. "How in the heck am I supposed to head off to work as crippled as I am?!" A bit dramatically, you reluctantly attempted to move. With a flick of your messy [hc] hair, your day began.

Arriving the agency, Dazai met you at the door giggling softly to himself. "Good morniiiiiiiiing!" He greeted bowing simultaneously. Still bending down slightly, he looked up and winked, "There's someone here that would like to meet you." You we're almost shocked at his speedy emotional recovery from yesterday, this man had only two speeds: fast and faster. Snapping back from your thoughts, you notice him gesturing towards a tall stoic gentleman dressed in traditional Japanese from head to toe. Perhaps the president? You considered the possibility and bowed respectfully (even though your aches made it quite difficult). It appeared everyone was here to witness this, this was probably a big moment. (Gosh I hope they don't make me participate in some weird acceptance ritual) you thought to yourself making the most disgusted face possible. "Dazai sure picks the interesting ones, doesn't he?" The president said noticing your expression. You had left your [hc] hair down today and wore a collared long sleeve shirt that was unbuttoned half way down to reveal a black tank top underneath. You also wore a long navy blue skirt and wrinkled knee high socks, you hoped you didn't appear too shabby. "I suppose it's up to me to decide what we do with her." He made his final statement and left without a question arising from the group of inferiors. "Do with me..?" You questioned nervously. "Hey don't worry about it! You've got this job in the bag!" Dazai chuckled at your nervous expression. You where so tired of introductions. Meeting new people seemed to be the expected norm for you these days, and you were exhausted from playing your best smile. "Now, lets see about controlling that ability of yours." Dazai held up a roll of bandages and you nodded obediently (almost excitedly). "Come this way" he dragged you to a corner of the room and sat down patting the seat next to him. You sat down, rolled up your sleeve, and awaiting his next move. "Are you injured, [yn]-san?" Yosano asked peeking over your shoulder. "No, I'm just covering up so my ability doesn't hurt people..." "Hooo hooooo- Shouldn't the doctor be handling that~" a sly smile overcame her face as she awaited an answer. "My apologies Yosano-san, but as you can see I have much experience in these things." You were actually almost concerned over the fact that they were fighting over bandaging you. Do this people seriously have nothing better to spend their time on? Upon realizing how kinky the thought originally sounded, you held in a little snort that only Atsushi caught on to. Dazai held up his bandage infested arm for all to see. "See?" He proclaimed proudly, "experience." "Wow Dazai-san, I expected your arm to be at least a bit more muscular than that..." Atsushi teased legitimately astonished. Dazai nearly fell from his seat. "I may desire death, but that does not mean I've lost the capability to feel emotional pain Atsushi-Kun!" He stuck his nose in the air and spun his chair around. You cleared your throat and motioned towards your arm as the bandaging job had been left unfinished. Dazai cleared his throat, regained a relaxed posture, and continued his work.

- [ ] His hands, surprisingly enough, were quite gentle. As he worked on rolling the bandage around your arm, you found it easy to relax by his side. He treated you as though you where delicate as glass. You'd never been treated as if you where so fragile, it made you feel vulnerable. Almost in a good way. You watched as your skin disappeared behind the white wrap. Dazai took your other hand in his and slipped his fingers through yours holding it up as if to observe something. With both of you positioned like this, everyone stared intensely. "I'm the only one who can touch you without passing out!" His face held a proud smile while he winked, ultimately ruining the moment. "Dazaiiiiiiii!" Kunikida was not amused and threw a book at the flirtatious lunatics head. You liked the feeling of your hand in his, but the feeling was gone now. You took one last glance at the hand he had touched so gently. You knew that once your hands where hidden, you would never feel his soft skin again until you would one day take the bandages off. Who even knew when that would be. "Dazai... why did you take me in..? Why did you choose me out of all the starving orphans out there in the world who would need a place to belong" You questioned thinking back to your first time meeting. "We have enough of those troublesome orphans in this agency." Kunikida announced as everyone glanced over at a certain silver haired boy. "You were just so cute, I knew you didn't belong in that stinky mafia!" You frowned dissatisfied with this excuse. You were expecting a more heartfelt response than that, but this is Dazai we're talking about.

"Done!"

You lifted your hands and moved them around comfortably. It wasn't as movement limiting as you had imagined it would be. It turned out he knew what he was doing after all. "Like it?" Dazai inquired curiously. "Yes." You answered in awe, "very much so." You looked around for the first victim to test it on. You ran up to Atsushi and poked his cheek lightly. Nothing happened. Although Atsushi was a bit confused at first, he quickly processed your motives and cheered "Ah I see, you've finally got it concealed!" "Yeah all thanks to Dazai-san!" You pointed in his direction happily. "Why yes of course! Anything for a beautiful young woman such as yourself!" Dazai pulled a flirtatious expression once again. "Ew..." Both Atsushi and Kunikida mumbled under their breath with shivers slipping up their spines. Dazai spun around in his office chair freely. "That's about it on my agenda for the day, I'm going off to visit an old friend." He stood up, a suspicious expression taking its shape on his face. You could never understand what was going in in the mans mind, but oh how you wanted to. "I'd advise you all not to follow me." He waved without looking back, and just like that, he was gone. "Sometimes that man is so hard to take seriously..." Rampo said emerging from his silence. He giggled to himself in slight amusement. "Seriously..." Kunikida replied angrily.

[yn]-saaaan!" Naomi jumped to embrace you from behind causing you to jump nervously. "Now that that old farts gone, we can have have some girl fun!" She shook you around playfully and noticed her brother staring out the window with a concerned expression. Could he see Dazai leaving the building? You escaped Naomi's arms and approached Tanizaki from behind. "Everything alright..?" You inquired curiously. "Heh, yeah sorry. Spaced out." He turned around to look at everyone and announced, "ah- I almost forgot..." clearing his throat, he began, "I have some important information regarding the events from yesterday." Everyone gathered around equally as curious to hear this information as you were. "As Ranpo-Kun has already confirmed, the victim, Kyomi Mizoto, was a spy hired just a few days ago to investigate the port mafia secretly. On her way to meet you staff members, she was murdered by a member of the guild. It's obvious this male didn't want us reaching this information, but now we have a hostage to confirm everything. He's receiving treatment from Yosano-san for now, but we'll get something off him soon enough. He's not ready to die." You all gasped as he continued. "We were still able to receive information from poor Mizoto-san off a slip of paper she hid within her pocket. She predicted her fate and had arranged everything." None of this information was quite new to you accept the events regarding the captive. Perhaps you could use him against the Guild as a hostage. "Who's the guild?" You finally asked awaiting a lengthy explanation. "An organization with way too much power and money." Was your only answer. This left you even more bewildered.

Everyone went quickly back to business once Tanizaki finished his speech. The office was quiet without Dazai. He had such a strong presence wherever he went. You were almost envious. Having nothing better to do, you asked: "Anyone else curious about what Dazai's doing...?" "Don't know, don't care." was practically everyones response. You were quiet surprised by this reaction. "Really?" You wanted a better answer. "We're all pretty much past the -wondering where Dazai is- phase." Kunikida responded adjusting his spectacles. "He's always off attempting some method of self demise or some edgy crap. He'll never learn." You began to wonder if Dazai truly desired death or if it was just some comedic shtick that plagued his humor. "Is he depressed or anxious by any chance..?" These questions where just too much to let sit in your mind and become stale. "I doubt it, but not even I know. Are you worried about him?" Ranpo spoke up shaking around a half empty bottle of Ramune. "A little." You weren't one to be dishonest about how you felt towards people unless you where put on the spot. "Don't be." Kunikida said amidst typing, "When it comes to cutting the chord, it seems that's the only thing he's truly capable of failing." You giggles slightly without even realizing it. "Go after him!" Naomi finally exclaimed after clearly waiting for the right time. "Show the old man how you feel! Ask him yourself!" You could see the excitement bubbling from within her. "I'm always honest with Oni-chaaaan!" She caressed her brother seductively making his face flash many shades of red. This made you slightly uncomfortable. Atsushi ignored this and smiled, "yeah, I actually agree with Naomi." Only a moment of decision making passed, you didn't want to waste any time and stood up firmly. "Where do you guys think he went..?" The room became silent as no one truly knew the answer. "Thanks for the advice..."

Luckily, Dazai hadn't made it far when you called to ask him where he had headed. "Moshi moshi!" He said lifting the phone to his ear. "Uhmm I was just wondering..." you began to sweat nervously, "where are you..?" He chuckled. "I'm just at the old bar down the street, no need to worry about me." You swallowed hard, "I wasn't worried, I just wanted to talk about some things. I have a lot of questions and things I'd like to discuss sometime..." Dazai understood immediately. "A date it is then!" His suggestion startled you. "I'll tell you everything from A to Z tonight. Where and when would you like to meet, malady?" You thought the idea was ridiculous, but your questions needed answers. "I don't know..." you answered thinking hard. Dazai, being the quick witted man he was, decided: "why don't you meet me here I'm just down the street. Oooooh and my lovely friend here would make a wonderful third wheel!" You could hear another man yell angrily in the background. "Yeah..." you responded nervously. "Haha, I'll be waiting!" His warm laugh comforted you as you both hung up. "I'm about to go on a date with Dazai-san." You recited slowly letting it sink in. "I-IM GOING ON A DATE WITH DAZAI-SAN?! HOW DID IT END UP LIKE THIS?!" letting the thought soak in, a dusty pink surfaced upon your soft cheeks. You decided it was time to stop being so ridiculous. He had a nice face... but romance was so far beyond you... you had finally convinced yourself that you were done clinging to things; but somehow, the strangest man alive strolled into your life and convinced you otherwise. "My life is changing once again." Letting your arms fall to your side, you decided it was time to just let things happen for once. You now, for the first time in a while, have the chance to let relationships run their coarse.

"Elloooo!" Dazai greeted at the door. There was a familiar man standing beside him. Both you and the ginger cringed dreadfully at the sight of each other. The red-haired ball of temper management issues triggered awkward memories to flood back from when you had been kidnaped by the port mafia. "Something the matter?" Dazai stared at the both of you puckering his lips. "Ahhhhh I see." Dazai understood immediately. "Pssssst: I hate him too" he whispered to you hiding his mouth from Mr. Hot Head. "WHAT WAS THAT?!" The short ginger screamed shaking his fists. Dazai held an innocent expression as a halo seemed to appear above his head. "Hmmmm? Heard what?" You wanted to leave. You didn't want the mafia to find out you where with the Armed Detective Agency. Now, that could lead to some serious business. But why was this Mafia underling seeing Dazai? "My precious [yn], this is Chuuya-kun." You stared at the mans dark blue eyes that seemed to wonder if and when he'd met you before. He couldn't listen in on the questions you where about to ask, the port Mafia and Armed Detective Agency where mortal enemies "It appears you two have met before, no?" You quickly rushed to take a seat avoiding the question with the two men following quickly behind. "Uhmmmm in a sense..." you answered trailing off. Chuuya lowered an eyebrow suspiciously. You sat down at the elevated seats right beside the counter and both men sat on either side of you. You felt a bit uncomfortable around Chuuya, your first time meeting was a bit... regrettable. "Waiiit... your that girl... THATS WHERE I'VE SEEN YOU BEFORE!" Chuuya raised his voice pointing at you shakily. You slapped his hand away and hid the sight of your chest from him angrily. "What?! You're the one that..." As Chuuya was saying this, you both noticed the expression on Dazai's face. Thoroughly annoyed. "Hmmmmm Chuuuuuya?" He began. "You wouldn't have made our lovely [yn]-chan feel uncomfortable in an ungentalmianly way in the past.... would you?" Chuuya shook nervously. "Wh-what?! Of course not!" "Mhmmmmm" Dazai began tapping his fingers on the table in a rather menacing manner. "Wait... you're not thinking about-!" Chuuya burst into hard laughter as Dazai lept forward to tickle him. Watching a grown man have such a ridiculous weakness made you laugh as well. "STOOOOP" he was almost crying with laughter as Dazai continued. "Only if you promise never to touch my pretty little [yn]-chan again!" Chuuya began banging his fist on the table still dying with laughter, "b-but I didn't- Ugh ok fiiiiine!!! You win!!!" Dazai's fingers slipped away as an innocent smile returned to his face. "Works every time!" You where happy to see justice had been served. The good for nothing hot-head saw too much for his own good, even though it practically wasn't even his fault. "And how may I help you three today?" The bartender said approaching you with a crystal clear class at hand. "Whatever this goof is ordering" Chuuya said holding his head up by the palm of his hand and looking over at Dazai who beamed. "I'll have my regular." Dazai said closing his eyes relaxingly with a smile. You thought nervously for a moment, "I'll just have a glass of water..." best way to stay sober. And cheapest option ;). Both gentlemen looked at you with surprised expressions, this made you uneasy. "You sure about that? Im paying." Dazai said making sure his guest was happy. "I'm quite alright, I've never drank before." You smiled awaiting the men's reactions. "You've gotta be kidding!" Chuuya said as the bartender handed him his drink. Dazai received his and smiled calmly. "You really are a pure angel~" he said playfully. You enjoyed these silly comments, but soon caught yourself being swayed by this sexy bastard (pull yourself together, reader-chan!). Instantly, you sat up straight and took a sip of your water trying not to let his sweet talking get the best of you. You are a strong independent woman in need of no sexy bastard! "Would you at least like a sip?" Chuuya offered his drink to you. Dazai's eyes focused on Chuuya angrily once again, "Nooooooo she wants a sip of mine." "It's the same exact thing, idiot!" Chuuya argued back. "Heck nah. I won't be taking a sip of anything but this lovely, refreshing water!" You announced taking a big swig. Once finished chugging, you slammed the glass back on the table and called out for more, startling the bar tender. "Uhhh... it's just water..." Chuuya was rather confused while Dazai found the whole thing immensely amusing. "You're a riot!!" He laughed so hard he almost snorted. Chuuya had never seen Dazai so entertained in his life, he just stared in awe as the two of you enjoyed each others company so joyfully. He was officially the third wheel.

Chuuya stood up to leave not having finished his beverage. "I'm leaving. I can't stand staring at that dumb face anymore" He said slipping his coat on. "I didn't know you were staring, or else I would've struck a pose!" Dazai watched him leave waving happily. Once Chuuya was out of sight, Dazai sat back and removed his trench coat from his shoulders. You could tell the alcohol was making him feel a little warm. There finally was a pleasant silence that welcomed only the clinking of wine glasses and boisterous whispers. Dazai's fiery amber pupils slowly wandered around eventually making their way to level with yours. "So you have questions?" His voice was soft and relaxed. He looked as though he was ready to rest his feet on your lap. You where well relaxed and almost unprepared to have your mind fill with thoughts at the moment, but you knew now was probably the best chance you'd get for a while. "You and Chuuya seem to get along fine... is it true that the Port Mafia and Armed Detective Agency are enemies..?"Dazai thought for a moment about how to answer this. "Well I guess you could say it's because we're opposites. We both consist of a large number of gifted members, yet somehow our take on the world contrasts greatly." You listened intently and came to a conclusion. "Even though we all occupy the same space, breath the same air, and walk along the same soil, imagining everyone getting along is a job for only the foolish." Dazai understood the mood of the conversation and adjusted accordingly. "You know, I used to visit a place just like this all the time. I used to enjoy spending evenings here with two close friends of mine. We were all different, but that's what we liked best about each other." You could see the sorrow in his dark eyes. "One of these men being a writer, another the traitor, and the last a killer."