Chapter 3 by Dazai
I was called by Mori-san to come to his office. Since he had treated my wounds I feel like having an obligation to come. When I arrive at his office, I find him walking restlessly inside.
"Oh my god, Akane hasn't arrived here yet. What do I do?" he cries. He always looks so childish but the depth of his soul is that one of the demon.
"Who is this Akane girl?" I ask.
"My cute daughter," he said with sparkling eyes.
I can't believe this guy to be such a lolicon.
"Where is she now?" I ask again.
"Room next door," he pouts.
"Then just go there and call her," I sigh. I wonder what kind of daughter this guy has. She must be a crazy girl like her father.
"Ah, you're right," he replies and goes outside. I sigh once again and look around at the office. Just what you expected from a quack doctor. So dirty. I don't think I would like to step here for a second time. Though I said that, this is the third time I've been here.
I take a look at his desk and notice a sheet of paper with neat letters. A contract. I read the content and found out that the girl was just adopted a few days ago. I pity her for having to deal with Mori-san. I check the contents once more and see the deal they made. This girl definitely not just a normal girl. She's smart.
I put the contract to its place and stand across the room. I have been taught to speak politely and not to show any expression that could lead me for spilling something important. But damn, what a mouse doing here talking with cockroach?
I shoo the mouse and the cockroach and the find their way, I don't know, maybe home? I wait for another while and it's been a long time waiting for them. What the hell are doing? Should I go home? Then not long after, Mori-san enters the room. Alone.
"So where is this daughter of yours?" I ask.
"It seems my daughter have a trouble for wake up in time," he replies.
"Well, of course she's your daughter since like a few days ago. Of course you don't know,"
"Sometimes I wonder if you have something that you don't know," he sighed. I smirk and we wait for a little while until we hear another soft knock on the door.
"Come in," Mori-san said in a loud voice.
A girl around my age enters and she walks as if she is a queen. She walks towards us and take a notice of me. She stares at me for a while as she winks her eyes for many times already. And this is one of the things that I, Osamu Dazai, don't know. I don't know a goddess exists in this wick world. I walk toward her and kneel then take her right hand.
"Would you like to have a double suicide with me?" I grin. Oh my god, I can't part from her hazel eyes. Her smooth brown hair fall down to her back. I want to touch her hair so badly.
"What the hell are you proposing to the people you never met before?" she growls, "How inappropriate,"
I chuckle at her statement. Of course, she would refuse. She probably living her life in sweets and unicorn and such that she doesn't want to die in vain with someone like me.
"Dazai-kun, this is my daughter, Akane," Mori-san says.
"Hi Akane," I step back and bow a little, "My name is Osamu Dazai and it's nice to meet you,"
"I'm Akane, nice to meet you too," she replies back simply. I notice her pale face, maybe this goddess was distress about this world and regrets for being here in this cli—no, storehouse.
"So let's get to the main topic," Mori-san then says.
"You two are going to follow me to the boss' room," he says again.
"And?" the brunette asks.
"That's all!" Mori-san says, "All you gotta do is to follow me to the room!"
"So you're going to make us witnesses of you killing someone?" I smirk, "Or something that actually don't happen?"
"Of course you know!" he laughs.
"Then, what are you waiting for?" the brunette asks, "Let's go," The girl and his father get up from the couch and head to the door. Hm, should I test her?
"Wait," I stop them, "you're going with us?" I narrow my eyes and look at her in distrust.
"What are you trying to say?" she glares at me.
"A little girl shouldn't go to a crime scene," I smirk.
"So, you're saying that you're going leave a little girl here? Probably the most dangerous place in town, maybe?" she replies. I'm sure she means Mori-san by that.
"Oh, of course not. You're the girl that I want to have suicide with. I don't want you to get hurt," I reply cheerfully.
"Isn't it you who shouldn't go?" she chirps, "A wounded can't guarantee the war outcome,"
"Wounded doesn't mean stupid,"
"Wounded just going to be a hassle,"
"I'm not wounded,"
"You are,"
"Oh are you worried about me?"
"Like hell I would,"
"You should mind your words,"
"And you should mind your mouth,"
"I like you,"
"I loathe you,"
"You don't mean it,"
"I mean it,"
"Then you shouldn't go,"
"I'll go,"
"You'll get yourself killed,"
"I wouldn't die, you would,"
"Yeah, I'll die with you,"
"If you desire death that much shall I kill you?"
"You're just a little girl, what can that thin arms possibly do to ki—"
Just for a while I stop talking and feel a sting on my left cheek for a second. I stay calm and touch my left cheek to find blood there. I take a peek to my back and see Mori-san's scalpel stuck on the wood wall.
"Now if you put bandage on your left cheek, your face will be balanced," she smirks. She makes fun of me.
"Where did you get my scalpel from?!" Mori-san cries.
"I stole it from your coat when you wake me up," she replies. Mori-san walks to his scalpel and put it inside his white coat.
"Now stop your shit act," Akane growls, "before we run out of time,"
She knows.
Great, I like her.