A Maiden's First Love

An Intruiguing Man's Secret

As you met his chocolate orbs, you couldn't help but sigh in relief. Ironically, the bandaged man had once again come to your rescue. His slender arms still wrapped your waist with such delicacy, as if he was scared he'd break you if his grip was too harsh. Locking eyes with him once again, his piercing pools glistened before you like fireworks displayed on a cold October night. They seemed lifeless, yet beautifully irresistible. Dazai's lips curled into a grin as he gazed at your surprised expression; he loved watching women flutter against his presence. You were finally able to get out of his electrifying trance when the redhead had spoken unreasonably loud.

"What are you doing here, you good-for-nothing scoundrel!," the man shouted in a discouraged air, disappointed that he hadn't sensed the brunet's presence before.

"And here I thought I'd never get to see that ugly face of yours, Chuuya-kun," Dazai uttered in disgust as his nose crippled.

"Shut up! Give me back the hostage!"

"I'm afraid that'll be a problem," the hazel-eyed individual exclaimed as his head lowered to catch a glimpse of your concerned face. He lightly chuckled before giving Chuuya another one of his irritated glares and proceeded by walking towards the exit.

"H-Hey! You can't just leave that easily?!," you heard the midget grumble under his breath as he stood paralyzed inside the facility, confused on what he should do, "Come and fight me, Osamu!"

"Tough luck, idiot. Maybe next time~" Dazai gleefully said with a wave to his hand.

The orange-haired mafioso let it slide for now. In all honesty, he grew fond of you and knew you deserved to be treated better. This escape was to be took as a slight mistake in the Port Mafia's operation; Chuuya would simply tell the boss, Mori Ogai, that your disappearance was inevitable and that you somehow managed to escape the building with odd-like phenomenons. Though the midget would have preferred to battle against his sworn rival in order to seek some kind of victory in all this ordeal. Chuuya snickered under his breath and softly whispered:

"Hope I get to see you again, (Y,N)."

When you finally got outside, the refreshing summer air hit your body like an ocean's waves calmly swaying after a petrifying storm. Considering you were locked up for multiple days, coming in contact with such an invigorating atmosphere felt like standing on top of a northern mountain. Your eyes shut in delight as you moved your hands up in the air. You silently danced like a freakish clown presenting their abnormal show. Dazai couldn't help but laugh wholeheartedly at your high-spirited persona. Never had he seen such a carefree person and it felt somehow comforting. When hearing his soft giggles, you turned your attention to his tall body and grew embarrassed by your sudden behaviour. It wasn't as though you liked the man, no, it was just mortifying to know that an individual had caught a glimpse of your weird split personality.

"Don't be ashamed, your dancing is truly mesmerizing," he breathed out with gentle eyes admiring the stunning view in front of him.

"T-Thanks," you simply replied with a hand scratching the back of your neck, making you look like a timid child.

Your body was still slightly aching in pain seeing as though your wrists were still bruised and your leg's muscles hadn't been put to work in a while. Dazai noticed the numerous injuries along your limbs and couldn't help but frown at the thought of you being patronized. Thankfully, the Port Mafia had let you take showers here and there to prevent your body from smelling like a polluted swamp. And so, you didn't smell like an atrocious expired fruit. Instead, you much rather had the scent of a low quality perfume, which wasn't terrible at all. Your clothes had been changed into baggy sweat pants and an oversized shirt instead of your charcoal skirt and black turtleneck. With the adorable smile plastered on your face, the bandaged man couldn't help but smile at your cute being.