𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐀 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐄𝐓 𝐆𝐎𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ☆
a twenty-six-year-old woman finds herself trapped in a body of a child whose fate lies in the hands of a deity she hated with all her life. she had been told t...
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People often say I have unusual values I uphold in my life. I have been working as a barista at my friend's coffee shop for four years. I met a lot of older people--mostly middle-aged--in this place. I thought I may not be able to fit in as I was only eighteen back when I started yet surprisingly it was one of my reasons to get happy in my line of work. They often have a hard time understanding why it took me so long to accept my promotion for being a café manager. It was certain that I got a talent for making things in order, but I told them that I did not like the idea of surpassing a co-worker's experience and hard work for several years to someone who got talent. I have waited for years just to make I was one of the longest staff before I took the manager position. It does not matter what people think about it. However, they were certainly delighted to know I finally got the position they had hoped I would take a little earlier.
"Sakuya-san, I have finished sorting out our new set of coffee mugs." A junior worker had informed. I always make sure that I would give them my gratitude for whatever kind of chore they do for this café. Upon receiving it, they gave me a lighthearted thumbs up and smiled at me before they went back in to serve. I feel like I was forgetting something important. I spent a moment in silence, massaging the area between my index and thumb to keep the illusion that I am doing something. I went out of the staff room and headed over to the counter.
"Suzuki-san, tomorrow, there will be a delivery from our suppliers. Please make sure to receive them and gave me the receipt. I have requested additional orders than our usual requests. I have heard about the increase in prices so I made prior orders just so we can at least save some spare budget." They gave me a nod, acknowledging my words. Before I can turn my head away, I have caught a man sitting at one of the tables. Their brown coat had my eyes locked on them as I immediately recognized who it was.
"Dazai-san, may I ask what your inquiries are here?" He turned his head to me and fake a surprised reaction which eventually morphed into a laugh, filling the area in a lighter mood. He also faked a drama about how he was hurt hearing me that I was still using my formalities with him and never really considers him as a friend. Which was true.
My eyes wander around for a bit, seeking the color of the sun which is often paired with him. "Was Kunikida-san with you?" Dazai simply smiled. He knew that I knew what that would mean. He simply separated his ways away from his partner.
"Sakuya-san, I came here to ask as a newbie. What do you think I should do for Kunikida-kun to like me?" He shed an imaginary tear in his eyes and looked up to imitate a puppy pleading to its master.
"Dazai-san, you have been working in the Agency for two years." I could feel eyes wanting to pierce him alive and watched him bleed on the floor. I would not mind cleaning them myself. I was getting annoyed at how he was wasting my time, yet I could never hate him for that. He was fully aware of his actions. Dazai Osamu is not a man you could take by his looks nor what kind of personality he shows to you. Annoying might be one of his traits yet it is certainly not the word you can describe him the best. If one overlooks, you are bound to fall into his manipulation.
He then showed me a photo of a green ceramic mug with two googly eyes attached to it. He says it was one of his works during workdays and the poorly decorated object belonged to Kunikida. He asked me what I think of it.
"They look," I squinted my eyes to observe the photo on his phone. "...very original." My tongue has found its way to describe it. What the hell am I looking at exactly?
"Ah! I nearly forgot what I am here for!" Dazai exclaimed. He obviously stalled time for him to interact with me. However, I never find that manner a bother, but I could say it was uncalled for. He should have just directly asked me whatever he plans me to say. Dazai would be certainly the type of man who would get his phone and snap a crowd's reaction pictures before telling the world he had urgent news for fun. Some people just wanted to watch the world burn, but people like Dazai surely get their seat in hell beside Satan.
"We are currently looking for a man-eating tiger." He explained. They were having trouble finding him for two weeks. These past four days, some people had reported they saw it at the Tsurumi River. However, they have yet to find the link to its current whereabouts. Dazai lightly joked that he was incapable of solving it. Which made me smile in utter annoyance.
I eyed him, matching his level, and whispered, "Such jokes do not fit for a man who has crimes surpassing hundreds, Dazai-san." I told him to drown himself in the Tsurumi River and maybe God himself would give the tiger closer to them miraculously. He suddenly stood up from his seat, catching my guard off. His face was weirdly enlightened.
"That was brilliant, Sakuya-san! You're right. Why would a man like me suffer in this kind of job when we certainly have God to work on things, right?" At this point, I should not be surprised how much he plans to annoy me. "But a suicide won't be beautiful without beautiful women. Won't you care to join my adventure to the afterlife, Sakuya-san?"
I could only watch his antics play in front of my face. I never intend to stop him. In fact, I might be able to watch him all day and still find myself watching. An adventure to the afterlife? For someone like Dazai, he can easily make them a highway to hell. Befitting for someone's driving a hell of an experience.
It is the nearly golden hour. Dazai simply left afterward. He congratulated me on my promotion and lightly made a joke that he could see my older brother congratulating me as well. I felt a smile creeping on my face upon receiving those words.
I spent my time checking our resources and possible schedule this week. I made sure that no matter would be left unsupervised. It would be shameful if my first week as a manager were lousy. The wind chime installed upon our door rang. I turned over to see Kunikida, anger was visible on his face. He humbly asked me where Dazai went off to as soon as our eyes met. I told him that he might be taken my words seriously and took a leap off to Tsurumi River. The man in front of me nearly blow his fuse yet he restrained himself and thanked me for informing him before he followed out.
The Agency seems to be well as usual. Somehow, I could feel a little regret and longing at the idea of me being still a detective under Fukuzawa-san's management. However, these emotions won't be staying for a long time as I had some matters to deal with. The sole reason why I left my post years ago.
