The same office, the same window, and the same brown haired man looking out of it.
'It's been six months now' he thought to himself, see, he made a little pact with himself, if the police hasn't acted up by the sixth month, he would say something to the President and give the information he had discovered on a mere whim, and then it would be out of his hair, no more game, and then he would be a 'good guy' as he should, 'not that I am completely heartless, I know they are alive, it's for shipping and selling, so they should be in an okay condition', he thought as if he was excusing himself for not caring enough, and it indeed was an excuse, one he wholeheartedly believed. He's not a monster, but he aint entirely human either, for now at least.
"President, I have something to say" he screamed in a loud happy voice for the whole Agency to hear. As he watched the President come out of his office, his coworkers turned to face him. He's gotta admit that he enjoys the feeling of control.
"There's been a series of kidnappings going around in Tokyo, young girls for trafficking I assume, they are being brought up to this city in black and white vans and stored, probably by the pier, this has been going on for approximately 6 months". He could feel the air shift in the office, the President's face fell as if whole existence was a disgrace.
"When did you find out and why did you wait this much to say something?" The president asked in a low, and kind of menacing voice.
"I wasn't sure until now", 'that's a lie' he thought to himself, he could almost feel the back of his head burning from the intense gaze his coworker named Rampo was giving him, he probably knows our cloud gazing protagonist is lying.
"Well, deal with it, even if it's not special ability related, it's our responsibility, to keep the city safe. So call the police chief and get this sorted out", said the President without looking at Dazai.
"Oh and one thing, Dazai, you are doing this alone, ask Kunikida for help only when you are retrieving the victims, and I expect they will all be alive, am I clear?" And that's how he knew the President was pissed and he had made a mistake in judgment, the moral judgment of the situation at least.
'Well, I'm fucked, I hate the Police'
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quicksand (Dazai X Reader)
RomanceLiving life on automatic has always been comforting, until, the thread snaps, and you break the glass. Don't be surprised if you bleed while picking up the pieces. Making choices comes with a price, and along the way of rebuilding you might find yo...
