Priorities
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His eye reflects the flames engulfing the building when he rushes into the clearing, his subordinates following close behind.
He halts, scans his surroundings, inwardly cursing Odasaku when he doesn't see his friend's familiar silhouette; of course he couldn't just wait. He freezes after taking the first step towards the building, though, as he catches a glimpse of colour at the other end of the clearing.
Dazai doesn't realise he's running until he trips and almost topples over the person laying on the ground. He can't remember the last thing he ate, but as he crouches down, turns the still man around and takes in his calm expression he can feel it stuck in his throat– although maybe it's just his pounding heart.
"Odasaku?"
His fingers tremble more than his voice when he reaches for Odasaku's neck, red locks tickling his knuckles as he brushes them aside. He feels a bit lightheaded at the pulse under his friend's skin, but soon his gaze diverts to the other item his men have gotten interested in, laying less than one metre away from Odasaku's unconscious form.
"Don't touch it." The order is sharp enough to freeze the people surrounding them, confused glances fixing on him.
But Dazai has already noticed the stains darkening Odasaku's palm, the somewhat shiny powder covering green wisps around the coloured ball– he can see the trampled down grass where feet have made their way between the trees; at least six of the men accompanying him are versed in following these kinds of tracks.
Priorities.
"Take him to the car," is the second command, hand still brushing his friend's neck where his pulse is louder.
First comes Odasaku, then Mimic.
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Morning comes before he can fall asleep; the day rolls by as incidents caused Mimic play out in different parts of Yokohama.
Not even the hundreds ideas and suspicions crowding in his mind, loudly demanding to be taken into consideration, are enough to keep him focused on the task at hand, though. Dazai sends his men to fight against the foreign organisation, informs the Boss about the latest events, but only when he heads to the infirmary he feels some semblance of calm, the tension in his shoulders slowly dissolving as he approaches his destination.
As he walks into the room twilight paints warm, his phone buzzes with more bad news.
Dazai sends reinforcements, switches the device off and shoves it into his pocket.
Priorities.
Just for a while, he tells himself as he sits down, smiling at the snores raising from the bed.
First comes Odasaku, then everything else.
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