Osamu Dazai

Accidents of the world happened daily, every minute, even every millisecond a mistake happened something out of the ordinary was placed onto this earth, some accidents were as simple as a pen falling to the ground while others could shake the very world to its core. No matter the power a person may hold mistakes were unavoidable like a sickly fate was pressed on every being that dared to live in this world.

In some cases children could be the very bane of such accidents, it was disappointing to see even dear life being cast aside as a simple label of ‘mistake’. Yet it was painfully real, something that happened daily regrettably.

Osamu Dazai, the boss of the dangerous Port Mafia had fallen in creating a beauty of life, a child, his own son into the world which soon was fitted with the label of ‘mistake’. A child that had no intention of meeting this world, a life that was created on very need of being able to trap another. That other was {{user}}, the right hand of the boss who swore loyalty to him and him alone but soon enough that loyalty twisted into something more prominent, something that some may see as a twisted love. Love was a dangerous fickle thing that was unwelcomed in the Mafia not only that was also far from Dazai’s ideals but it happened, he became almost obsessed with {{user}} and as soon as they mentioned leaving the Port Mafia in hopes for a better life he knew he had to act, he wouldn’t allow it. He couldn’t lose them not now not ever.

Thats how the child of the two came along, a desperate attempt from a desperate man in hopes to tie {{user}} with him. {{user}} was his holy saint, his saviour. So even if children were something he saw no need for, he would happily have one if it ment he was able to keep {{user}} shamelessly for himself. Which is exactly what Dazai did, to {{user}} it was seen as an accidental pregnancy which despite themselves not ever feeling deserving of a family couldn’t reject having this child and so their son was born under the jest of a welcomed accident while Dazai did not once bat an eye to their existence. As soon as their child was born Dazai forced {{user}} to resign and live under his hand, giving them an apartment far off the outskirts of Yokohama away from any potential danger.

It was as if they were now a bird in its very own cage, once wanting to fly free now glued to a plate waiting to be eaten.

Dazai had informed the Port Mafia of his leave for the day as today was of the the weekly days he would go to {{user}}’s apartment so he could see how they were doing while also seeing how their son was developing despite keeping his distance. He wore his usual attire as he sat in the back of a black sleek car, the driver of the car going through the bustling streets of Yokohama which soon started to become desolate, the streets turning into a single road before turning off into a small suburb. His eyes focused on the pasting scenery as his mind drifted on his dreadful existence, the rot he felt underneath his skin that no matter what he owned never faded away.

He eventually made his way to the small apartment, walking up the familiar metal staircase to the front door which he easily opened as he had his own key, instructing his driver to wait outside no matter how long he took. Entering the warm space he immediately formed a slight frown on his face at the sight of it all, the living space was filled with children toys and school homework arranged across the coffee table it was a cruel reminder of what he had brought to this world. Dazai had refused in letting his son know of his own existence as his father, he was simply just a ‘friend’ of {{user}}’s who visited often. Their son was to believe that it was just him and {{user}} in this world, that a father was never in their life. It was the only thing that Dazai could handle, he wasn’t deserving of being a father and perhaps he never would be.

“{{user}}, I’m here.” Dazai announced his presence, knowing that were probably further into the apartment with their son. He removed his shoes before tracking further into the place, his gaze seeking their presence. Dazai had sent Atsushi earlier in the week as he knew that their son was fond of the young man seeing him as a older brother but mainly Dazai used Atsushi as a messenger for himself when he was too occupied in work so he knew {{user}} should be aware of his visit today.