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Dazai was standing in the defence against the dark arts classroom, all of the tables and chairs pushed to the sides of the room. Blaise stood next to him, looking bored. In front of the students stood an old looking wardrobe, made of wood with worn out handles and other features, two dirty mirrors on each door of it. Dazai stared at it almost menacingly, as if it hurt him in some way.
The teacher -Professor Lupin - walked in, a smile plastered on his face. He walked to the wardrobe's side, clapping his hands in a short tune to grab the children's attention, then clapping the same tone back, now looking at him. He smiled, and began to talk. "Now, Students," he began, "Today I thought we could do something a little more... interesting. Now, Does anyone have the faintest clue what a boggart is?" He grinned, eyes scanning the room, looking to see if someone knew. To his luck, Hermione put her hand up, almost shouting,
"A Boggart is a creature that takes the form of the worst fear of the person in front of it!" She grinned, ecstatic.
Professor Lupin nodded, gesturing towards the chained wardrobe "Of course, and to rid yourself of your fear, you must face it. Repeat after me the spell you must say to change it, Riddikulus!" He shouted, the class shouting it back, "Riddikulus!" They all said in sync, Dazai saying it quieter and in a more laid back tone.
Now that Dazai knew what it was, he already knew he was going to hate this, who would like their greatest fear (read: weakness) To be shown to people who really, REALLY want him dead. 'Just my luck.' He thought, changing his expression to be like Blaise's, bored, not wanting to show his dislike toward the lesson. Professor Lupin clapped his hands, opening his mouth to speak again. "Alright, Into a line now!" he said, watching the children attempt to be orderly.
Most students attempted to get to the back, not only because they wished to stall, but also because the Demon Student was closer to the front. The first, sadly, was Neville. Professor Lupin pointed his wand to the wardrobe and the chains fell onto the marble floor loudly. Out of the closet, a- oh my. None other than Professor Snape walked out. 'Is that really his fear? A teacher? And one who takes honey in his tea of all people?' Dazai thought, almost laughing at the thought, others seemed it funny as well, But Dazai couldn't laugh, not when it was his turn after two more people, Ron and a random girl he didn't even know the name of.
Neville eventually called out the spell, Snape now wearing something that an English grandmother would wear. Dazai had only seen his Obaa-san one or two times, and she always wore a faded Kimono, but that was when he was Shuuji Tsushima. The class laughed, even Draco and Hermione, one of them usually thinking they were too good to laugh at people lower than them, and the other scared of making people sad by laughing at them. Dazai just watched, keeping the same bored look on his face.
The next came and go, Ron being scared of spiders, but changing it to a spider on roller skates, the Boggart was affected by laughter, so that helped. The girl in front of him was scared of insects, though changing it to a butterfly with a seemingly drawn-on smile, cartoonish enough to make the class laugh again.
And finally, It was Dazai's turn. Blaise stood reassuringly behind him, watching him, wand already in hand just in case, knowing Dazai wouldn't be able to cast the Riddikulus spell, but on his face was a thoughtful, almost curious look on his face, quite similar to everyone else in the room. Wondering what the Demon Student's weakness was, and how they could use it against him, while other students wondered if he was even scared of anything.
Dazai stepped forward gingerly, the boggart coming out of the closet again, taking a different form.
Dazai stared back into his own reddish brown eyes.
In front of him was well- himself. But in the incredibly bloody white dress he was wearing that fateful night, the night Father was finally killed off by Mori. The Dazai in front of him had his hand covering his bloody eye, red string wrapped around his bandaged neck, wrists, and barely visible ankles, some white socks going up to his knees, but not doing anything to cover his bandages, actually, they were on complete display.
A few shocked gasps escaped the lips of some students at not only him seemingly being scared by himself, but the amount of blood that was on this Dazai (some also seemed sceptical about the fact he was wearing a dress, but we'll ignore that.) . All the hellhounds who were in the room (+Pansy for some reason) notably straightened their posture. With his free hand, boggart Dazai reached out and touched the real Dazai's eye bandage, smiling eerily. He was about to talk, and Professor Lupin automatically cast a translation spell on everyone in the room. (Well not Dazai, because, 1: It didn't work on him, and 2: He already would understand.) The boggart Dazai began to speak in English.
"Wow.. I wish I had something to cover this wound, but then again, I would also love to have two eyes!" It smiled, pulling his hand back from his face, revealing the bloodiest sight the whole class had seen.
Dazai, had. No. Eye.
They stared in horror, Neville & Ron looking close to vomiting, while Dazai didn't seem moved in the slightest. The boggart continued to grin, beginning to sing quietly and spin around, grabbing Dazai's waist, making sure not to touch his skin, and dancing around the back of the classroom with him, the rest of the students and the Professor closer to the door. It continued to smile as it did so, pulling Dazai around like a doll made of silk, Almost completely controlling his movements, not letting him leave its grip. It finished the dance, leaning the real Dazai down, near the floor, before pulling him back up, just to stare blankly into his eyes, the smile gone.
The boggart was making an expression everyone in the school knew well, the same expression that was seen on his face when Mrs. Norris was found, The same face he made as he read letters from his so-called 'father'. Said expression was cold, not a single sliver of life or light in it's eye, (though it was once 'eyes'.) it's face was like one of a doll's when Dazai wasn't hurting his face with a smile. Pale, and lacking colour, like it had been wiped off his soul. Its skin was porcelain, its eye was red, and it stood there in front of Dazai, not moving.
Dazai watched, now having the same expression on his face as well, finally speaking, he said clearly, although his Japanese accent, "You are not me." he almost growled, lips curled into a menacing snarl. All the boggart did was smile oddly, in an off putting manner. Its eyes are still dim. "Oh spare me~ We are one in the same Shuuji! Though, I know you just hate that name, don't you?" It grinned, a disgusting sweetness dripped off his voice, it reminded Dazai of the cherry-smelling anaesthetic Mori always used to clean the bites he got from the dogs.
It continued, "So Shuuji," it said, wielding the name as if it were a weapon. "Why can't you accept this? Accept that maybe, just maybe, you'll be the boss! Just like Mori-san has always wanted! You know how cute he finds it when you- we… act out..." It spoke slyly, something wretched bubbling at the bottom of Dazai's stomach, he hated this. Why was this happening? Why did everything always happen to him? and just to test his luck, Snape walked through the door of the classroom.
He paused, taking in the scene, a bloody Dazai seemingly poking fun at a emotionless Dazai, Goddammit, He knew this lesson would be bad for him. The Boggart Dazai continued to taunt him, using his birth name.
"Ne-ne! Why did we change our name? I'd like to think 'Tsushima Shuuji' is a good name! Why did you have to change it to something like 'Osamu Dazai'? Don't you also sign off letters with the name Zai Osamu? But then, I guess Zai suits you, judging how it means 'I wanna die' in broken English." It taunted, grinning uncannily, it's smile from ear to ear. Dazai grit his teeth. "I wonder, how do you know so much, as you are just a magical creature I can kill easily." Dazai said, voice flat and inexpressive. Boggart just laughed.
"My, my Shuuji-san! I thought you were smarter than this, someone with an IQ of 210 shouldn't act so stupid just because others are around!" Well shit, it's showing all of his secrets then?
Yet another round of gasps came from the class, it was getting boring at this point, but he expected more, as the boggart seemed persistent to uncover all of his secrets.
"Oh so many things about you that no one knows, why don't we talk about those- hm.." *he put his bloodied hand on his chin, which was also stained with red, "what about those 52 counts of attempted suicide? All at the young age of 13 too, poor Shuuji, poor Shuuji who wishes for death but cannot obtain it while others around him drop like flies without working for it at all. Poor Shuuji who wants the sea but is afraid of water, Poor Shu-" It mocked, but before it could say anything else, Dazai ripped his black glove off his hand, Jumping onto the Boggart and grabbing its face, it dodged, the white bandages seemingly unravelling.
It began speaking again, but at a further distance "Oh! Oh! Poor Shuuji Tsushima! Poor Shuuji who thinks they can get rid of problems by the use of something that makes him non-human! Oh! Oh!" the bandages on it's arms fell, and instead of scars like Snape feared, his skin was completely cut up, Kanji carved into his skin, blood dripping. "Poor Shuuji who can 𝐑𝐄-𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆! 𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐔𝐉𝐈 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃! 𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐔𝐉𝐈 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐋! 𝐎𝐇! 𝐎𝐇! 𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃!" It began to shout, backing away , opening the door to the wardrobe, before quietly saying, "Poor Shuuji Tsushima... who will never see 39..." It locked itself back into the closet, everyone in the room was silent, then came the questions.
"Dazai.. is that even your real name? Was the Boggart lying?" Hermione screeched, grabbing fistfuls of her own hair and covering her face with it like a protective shield. He turned, looking at them, everyone looked terrified, all except Blaise, who just stared, a little dazed.
"Dazai.. you- you can change reality? I- I was going to die..." Blaise said, looking straight at Dazai "But you changed it so I would live..?" He shook, Blaise didn't cry, but he felt he would. Dazai, His best friend Dazai, could not only change the events of time, but did it to save him, seeing his death 4 times before it worked. Blaise felt like he was going to shatter, Dazai, HIS Dazai... actually felt everything he said he didn't?
Snape and Lupin continued to stare in shock, not knowing what to say, overloaded with information about the troubled child. Snape's mind raced,52 counts of attempted suicide? The ability to change time itself? And not only was Dazai Osamu not his real name, but he had an IQ of 210? There was too much to process. He looked over to Lupin, knowing he was thinking the same.
"Remus.." He muttered softly, making eye contact with the man, and said man took his hand, interlocking their fingers. "I know Severus... I know..." He whispered back, looking back at the Bandaged boy, this traumatized boy, who was known as a demon student, when the only demons in Hogwarts were the ones he was fighting. Lupin looked down at Snape, unsure of how to proceed, he squeezed his hand in reassurance, though knowing it wouldn't do anything.
By now, Dazai's friends had run to him, trying to get answers, and although Pansy tried to pull him back, Draco was frantic. "Why are you trying to die Dazai?? I-is it something in the school?! If it is, I can tell my father he can hel-" He tried, But Dazai cut him off, staring at him, no longer trying to hide his emotions,
no longer human.
The ability stung under his skin from being too close to the Boggart, itching for a release.
"It's not." He quietly said, before walking to the door, his cloak-like robes trailing after him slightly, the students automatically stepped back, in fear of what he would do with such a look on his face.
He walked straight to the gang's room, placing his gloves back on as he did. The door appeared and he slammed his body into it, opening it, not caring about the loud 'thump' that could have been heard by anyone, knowing that the door would disappear the second he walked in. He wondered what would happen if someone else needed the room, but not his specifically. 'Would it just change with him in it? Would it all go dark until the person left? Or would the room close into itself like a scared animal?', he thought as he sat at his usual spot on the sofa.
He stopped thinking about such things remembering the Boggart, what it said, what it was. It kept saying they were the same, was it because it took his form? Or was it because they were both non-human..? He tries to stop thinking of so many questions, rhetorical questions, questions that will never get an answer.
He remembers something specifically. "𝘱𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘚𝘩𝘶𝘶𝘫𝘪 𝘛𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘢... 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 38..." it had said, Dazai wonders if this means he was going successfully going to die, or was the Boggart confused about the 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 Dazai Osamu, the man he stole the title from.
He grit his teeth, staring at the ceiling as lay on his back, the sofa ever so slightly creaking under him. Now everyone knows everything about him, his weaknesses, his real name, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. It made him sick to his stomach, just like when he ate more than a bite of food. He felt like he should just stick his fingers down his throat and expel everything that was in his body, feeling that maybe, just mabye that could help.
The door bursts open, the whole gang and- oh. Snape. Dazai thinks he should notice Snape before them now, this whole thing with cutting off his thoughts midway getting boring. 'Why did the gang bring him here? He isn't meant to be here' Dazai thinks as he sits up, looking straight at them, plastering a smile on his face, such a fake one that he could almost hear his muscles straining.
"Dazai!" Blaise exclaimed, running towards him and taking his face in his hands, gently staring at him, his amber eyes staring into Dazai's reddish ones. The others stood at the doorway, eventually walking closer to him, but not too close, wanting to give him space. Dazai looks down at Blaise, who was crouched down in front of him, staring at him with tight lips, taking in his appearance as he did every time he looked at him. His high cheekbones, the way his lips always seemed to form some sort of pout, everything.
Snape cleared his throat, tearing Dazai's attention from Blaise to the Professor. "I think we should... Talk about what happened, Mr. Dazai." He said, staring at the boy with pursed lips. Dazai's fake smile dropped slightly, but nodded quietly.
"But before that, I suppose you should be able to calm down a bit.." He continued, turning to leave the magical room. "Find me in my office when you are ready." He says softly, which was unusual for Snape. When he leaves, Blaise immediately stood up, crashing into Dazai with an embrace, and Dazai didn't even flinch, he was just shocked.
Is this what affection felt like?
His shaky hands eventually wrapped around Blaise, tucking his face into his shoulder. He knew Blaise wasn't the type to show such affection, as when he first met them, Blaise only seemed interested in why he was- odd. But now, Blaise really loved him, in what way-? Dazai didn't know, but he knew whatever type of love it was, he felt it too.
Fuck Mori.
Fuck the soul of Father.
Fuck the Port Mafia.
'Attachments hold no place in the Port Mafia.' The words echo in his mind, and for the first time, he didn't try to follow this rule. He hugged Blaise tightly, hiding his face, because even if he was going to have an attachment, he still couldn't bring himself to show how he felt.
The others decided to leave them for now, as Blaise didn't seem like he was going to stop hugging him anytime soon. Now, they were alone in the room, trapped in each other's arms.
After a few minutes of being in the dim room, Dazai fell asleep in Blaise's arms, now breathing softly, and looking peaceful. Blaise stared down at him, sitting on a bit of the wide sofa that Dazai wasn't once he lay him down there. He watched his chest rise and fall, taking off his robe, knowing that if he turned in his sleep then the pockets would be folded against his hips, an uncomfortable thing Blaise himself had done a few times.
He plays with sleeping Dazai's hair, twirling the curls with his fingers, not doing anything else other than that and staring, just staring. He realised a while ago he was being a bit creepy, but he wanted to be there to 'protect' Dazai in some way. He stops to think.
He runs his hand through Dazai's hair, thinking, 'I love you Dazai, I don't care...'
He thought of all of the things Boggart revealed, and how unfazed he felt, because no matter how bad things were, he loved Dazai, or whatever his name was. No matter who Dazai was, or what he was, Blaise would be there for him.
Blaise eventually fell asleep next to Dazai, the sofa some sort of sofa-bed now. It was early in the morning when Dazai shot up from where he was laying, hair sticking up from sleep, jumping when he heard a sound next to him, only to see Blaise stirring in his sleep. His shoulders drooped down from their defensive position.
He nudged him, Blaise's eyes flicking open, flecks of light making his eyes look pools of gold. "Hm..? Oh, Dazai." he yawned when he finally got up from his sleeping position, both of their clothes draped around them. Dazai only nodded in response, bringing his hand up to his face, hoping he could rub the tiredness from his eye, with no avail. He scratched the back of his head, getting off the sofa and grabbing his books to pack his bag for today, mainly because he didn't last night.
Oh.
Last night.
The incident comes back to him, putting him on edge like it just happened again. He paused, couching over his bag, feeling like Blaise was going to ask him all these questions, but all he did was sit on the floor next to Dazai, flipping through his DADA book, (Defence Against the Dark Arts - for the muggles to understand his acronym.) looking at the pages of drawings, not a single page of work inside, a few crumpled KO -knowledge organiser- tests in the plastic cover of the book, knowing Dazai failed them all, because he didn't want to go to a teacher in his free time to get a sheet he was never going to revise, chuckling quietly to himself as Dazai packs his bag.
Dazai had expected him to berate him for everything the Boggart had said, so when he didn't, Dazai stared at him, not letting the shock show on his face. "We should get to class, but after that we have a free period." Blaise said rather suddenly, standing up, reaching out for Dazai, who gratefully took his hand.
He slung his bag over his shoulder, bringing his hand through his hair, like it would make everyone forget what had happened.
He took a deep breath in, now walking down the corridor with Blaise, not that he'd notice, which was... odd to say the least, he should stay more vigilant, If Mori wasn't going to be mad at his attachments, then he would be mad at his sudden lack of knowledge of his surroundings, not that he would ever be able to navigate this maze of a school.
Today was Thursday... So that meant Charms Class was first. Okay, Not too bad, a teacher who seemingly didn't show much interest in him. He hoped for a calm morning.
The second he stepped in, the whole class turned to him, most of them eyeing his facial bandage, knowing there wasn't an eye behind it. It made Dazai sick. Sick to his stomach. He hated being watched, the creepy purple eyes of the Doctor haunt him no matter where he is.
He sits in his usual seat, near the far end in the corner, where no one else wishes to sit from the spiders that lurk on the ceiling. Blaise silently sits next to him, today wasn't any practical, it was more like a lecture where you have to take notes, not that Dazai would.
Blaise wordlessly interlocks his fingers with Dazai's, paying attention to whatever the teacher who was a cat was saying. (Dazai wouldn't bring himself to remember her as anything else, he was close to calling her cat teacher once, although in Japanese, of course.)
He didn't take any notes, squeezing Blaise's hand, mindlessly staring out of the window while the teacher spoke, some of her words reaching him, Oh well. Its not like he didn't know any of this yet, he'd practically read the entire library at this point, even the Restricted Section.
Droplets of rain hit the glass, the faint tapping ever so slightly comforting, or maybe that was just from Blaise holding his hand. Who knows? (Dazai definitely knows.)
"Mr. Dazai! I hope you are paying attention." Professor McGonagall suddenly said- and oh, everyone was looking at him again. Ugh.
"This will be coming up in the test, so if you wish to pass, I strongly advise you pay attention." she concluded, her accent making it a little hard for Dazai to understand, not that he cared. He rolled his eyes, continuing to stare out of the window.
There are five bells in the clock tower. The Clock Tower chimes every half hour and strikes a small bell at the beginning and conclusion of class sessions.
Dazai heard the chime of the small bell.
Everyone around him began to pack up their things, as did Dazai, if not a little late. As he was paying more attention to the rain, much to Professor McGonagall's dismay.
He got up, planning on going to the Library. The whispers around him made him feel deranged, because, obviously, people were going to speak about what happened yesterday, Dazai doesn't doubt that the whole school knows by now.
As he walks down the corridors, his vision blurs ever so slightly, but enough to make him feel -... not alert. His mind spins, he can't remember where he is trying to go, was it the gang's room...? Everyone around is pointing and speaking in hushed tones, and he walks into the first room he sees.
The boy's third floor bathroom.
No one really comes here, mainly because it's right next to the girls, with the whining ghost he'd gotten an ear full about from Hermione. It's quiet. It feels like its pulling Dazai back to earth, but he needs more. He needs something that will make him feel something.
His new switch blade makes it into his hand without him realising. He stares down at the blade, its slightly stained with crimson, but he can see his reflection almost clearly, he sees his eyes that reflect the colour of the stains. Dazai pauses, is this really what he wants to do? What if someone found him?
Dazai decides he just needs everything to be quiet, and this is the only way. He takes a sharp breath in as he unwraps the bandages around his arms, peeling them off like a second layer of skin. The second they were off, he shuddered, the feeling of the air hitting his scarred and cut up skin, it made him feel... odd to say the least.
He got to work with his knife, blood dripping down his arms and hitting the floor. He can imagine a large blood stain there for years to come, that would be his real legacy. Maybe he can haunt the boy's third floor bathroom? Like the ghost of the girl's next door?
As if on command, the ghost floated through the wall, when she spoke, her voice was whiny and hoarse, "Oh.. Are you going to die..?" she said, voice happy, yet she sniffled. "Such a pretty boy too... I'm going to have fun, if no one finds you." She grinned, floating in the far corner, watching him slashing at his wrists and forearms.
"Shut up." Dazai replied, voice void of emotion, mainly focused on the thing he was writing on his arm, something to have on himself, through life and death.
ブレーズ .
Though he hoped no one would ever notice it said something, it said Blaze. Whenever Dazai had to write Blaise's name down, he had a joke of writing it as Blaze, saying 'Because when I talk to you, My heart sets ablaze~!' he remembers smiling at Blaise's blushed face.
Now he stares at it. A joke. A name. Carved into his skin.
Dazai made sure it wasn't cut deep, to make sure it doesn't make scars, if he ever does live this. His vision darkens in the corners of his vision, which doesn't help, because now he only has one eye to look at.
"...Blaise." Dazai whispers to himself just before his vision goes dark, and his head hits the ground of the empty bathroom, the sound echoing as far as it can
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Blaise sneezes, the sudden sound snapping the Twins out of their trance, they turn to him, The Marauder's Map clutched within their fingers, between them.
"Don't worry Zabini! The map says he's close, we'll find him in a jiffy!" George smiles, a hopeful tone on his voice, beside him, Fred nods eagerly, a similar smile on his face. Blaise quietly nods, but the worry on his face is still there. He knew something was wrong with Dazai when he randomly rushed away from his side, and honestly, there was a part of him that wished it was just another Basilisk attack, and nothing more.
"Ok.. it says he's on the Third floor.. in the boys bathroom? What if he just needed to go to the toilet?" Fred pipes up, tracing his finger on the map. "No no Fred, look, it says he's just standing in the middle of the bathroom, not even in one of the stalls." George says, tugging the map closer to himself.
"Ah! You're right, thank you Detective George!" Fred beams, looking up and at his twin, who smiles proudly in a similar way. "Ah, thank you Detective Fred!"
They continue to chat between themselves the entire walk, occasionally pulling Blaise into the convocation. But Blaise only replied with small smiles or short responses, obviously worried about what Dazai was doing, he was standing (Sitting maybe?) in the centre of an empty bathroom for about 10 minutes, how could he not be afraid of what he would find?
"Zabini! We are almost there, come on!" The twins say at the same time, a bit out of breath from going up so many stairs and walking so much. When they were about to approach the Bathroom door, they heard something fall.
A loud 'thunk' echoed around them for a second, before the burst in, expecting the worst, and oh.
They didn't think bad enough.
Dazai was laying on the ground, unmoving.
They quickly made their way to him, sucking in their breath as they notice the bandages on the floor, but they almost stopped breathing completely when they got close enough.
Dazai's eyes were closed as he lay in a pool of his own crimson blood, dozens of cuts littered across his arms, more scars under them. It was hard to make out any untouched skin on the arms.
Blaise practically throws himself to the ground to pull Dazai onto his back, cupping his cheek, feeling how cold he is. Although Dazai seems to be pale all the time, it was like he was a shade lighter than white as Blaise and the Twins stared down at him in shock.
Something fell out of Dazai's cloak pocket, but only Blaise seemed to notice, although it was folded, he could see in gritty handwriting, '𝘛𝘰 𝘉𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦'. It had streaks of blood on it. He grasped it in his hand, turning to the distraught Twins.
"We need to get him to Madam Pomfrey, Now." Blaise choked out, still shocked at the sight.
The twins nodded immediately, getting closer as Blaise slung one of Dazai's arms over his shoulder, flecks of blood getting on his silver and green tie. Fred grabbed his other arm, slight surprise flashed on his face when he realised Dazai seemed to weigh close to nothing. George opened the door, and they rushed down the corridors and stairs, avoiding the shocked looks from passing students, and sometimes the aghast faces of Teachers.
Dazai still didn't seem to regain consciousness even when they made it to the Infirmary, where Pomfrey turned to them quickly, eyes widening as she stared at the sight In front of her. Blaise looked shaken, and there was blood on his tie and white shirt, even a few flecks on his face. The twins looked similar, but a little more hopeful once their eyes landed on Pomfrey.
Blaise clutched the blood stained note in his hand. He would read it when he knew Dazai was okay.
About an hour later, the entire Hell's hounds and Snape sat in the infirmary, the children whispering to each other, attempting to comfort one and another. Blaise sat in the centre.
Over in the cot, Dazai twitches, and Blaise is the first to rush towards him.
-12 YEARS LATER-
Dazai calmly walks into the house, the red scarf resting weightlessly on his shoulders. Pulling off his black trench coat, his walks straight to the bedroom, the one he shares with his husband, Chuuya Nakahara.
What, did you think he would stay with Blaise? At 13 years old, you could get dumped because they found someone faster than you! But of course, that's not what happened. He never did get with Blaise in the end, too afraid it would affect his mission. What did happen though, was in 5th Year at Hogwarts, and Dazai was out in the court yard of Hogwarts, chatting with the Hell's Hounds.
Featherbrain had landed right in front of him, a letter between it's beak, one smelling of antiseptic and bleach. Dazai's nose had scrunched up, but read the letter anyway. The letter was Mori, (of course), telling him he would be needed back at Yokohama, and his partner would pick him up in the middle of the night, today.
At first, Dazai was confused, then angry, then suddenly, excited.
So, that night, he packed all of his things, running straight to the Forbidden Forest, his partner waiting there. He remembers how Chuuya's mismatched eyes glistened as they met his burgundy ones. Right eye twitching in interest.
As he walks through his house, he can still remember that convocation.
"Woah! My loyal dog has come to pick me up! How lovely." He grinned, flashing sharp teeth.
Chuuya sneered, but used his ability to pick up Dazai's luggage, before grabbing his gloved hand and pulling him deep into the forest, just as they heard the shout of Hagrid, who had noticed them.
That day, Dazai had disappeared in the night, hand in hand with a ginger no one in Hogwarts had ever seen before.
Now, in the present, Dazai opens the door to the bedroom, walking over to Chuuya.
Chuuya is talking to their baby, soothing it in his arms with his voice that reminds Dazai of a siren. Dazai is the boss of the Port Mafia now, with no regrets.
He has his arms around Chuuya's waist, and he grins toothily.
Knowing he twisted reality.