N. Chuuya X Fem! Reader: The Territory of Gravity

12 - Even If My Head Be Mistaken

TW: vivid hallucinations (like,,,, really fucking vivid), rape mention, abuse description (I think that's all, but lmk if I missed any!!!)

"Osamu?" You asked, answering your phone. "It's been half an hour since we last talked, what happened? Are the clerks okay?"

"Mori-San got Q out of their cell," Dazai informed immediately. 

"So, he's willing to do anything then, is he?" You sighed. "Say, Ryuu asked me to join back into the mafia. Mori-San's request. Did you run into anyone as well?"

"Higuchi and Gin-chan," he mumbled. "I got the same request. Those two tried attacking me with my very own surveillance system, it's a bit pathetic."

"We can barely match up to them as is, Mori-San really wants to change the tides then," you added. "Think it's time to cash in an old favour?"

"Oh definitely," Dazai smirked. "Time to involve the government."

By the time you reached the new base, Dazai had already left. It turned out he got into a car crash later, and ended up hospitalised, with restricted access of visitors. You grit your teeth and continued your paperwork, before you got an emergency notification.

"Atsushi's been taken, it appears," Ranpo hummed. "Let's not get him yet, we still need to wait for the right timing."

And so, a week passed, yet it was never the right time to rescue Atsushi. Nothing changed, with regards to the war. You were still short on personell, and even shorter on finances. The only good thing that happened, was that Dazai was released from the hospital, with a cast on his right arm. Both of you were talking outside, with you explaining the events of the past week, when you suddenly got an itchy feeling on your right arm. You rolled up your sleeve, wondering what it was, only to have your worst fears confirmed when it was a purple handprint.

"Shit," you grit out, heading inside. "Boss! There's a curse going on outside, it's unwise to send out anymore teams!"

"We need to quarantine you," Dazai insisted, pushing you onto a chair. "Before you black out, tell me your guesses."

"I haven't run into Q since you locked him up back then, meaning this is a first-hand exposure," you rushed as he restrained you to the chair. "There's a guy in the Guild, John Steinbeck is his name I believe. Kunikida-kun went against him the other day, and he produces grape vines which allows him to manipulate all plants provided the vines fuse with them. If he's using Q as the vessel, Dogra Magra is being-"

You let out a gasp of pain, seizing up suddenly. At the same time, you felt a disgustingly gooey substance flowing out of your eyes and trickling down your jaw.

"It's starting," you choked out. "I'm sorry."

Next thing you knew, the chains that held you down morphed into hands that grabbed at you from all directions. Breathing felt near impossible as the people held you down, some even choking you. You tried to yell out in pain, but the only thing that came out was a strangled sob. You could feel people watching and whispering, while some even recorded you in the pathetic state.

You'd only fallen prey to Dogra Magra once before, and that resulted in Dazai locking Q up. To this day, he didn't know what you saw, and never pressed it. After all, you'd been working in the mafia since you were ten, after Mori and Kouyou scouted you for your incredibly powerful skill. It was only natural that you had some blemishes in your past that you didn't want people knowing.

"So, you're the new kid," you heard a boy laugh. "How about we see what you're really useful for, huh?"

"Leave me alone!" You screamed, thrashing in his arms.