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HELLO EVERYONEEEEE!!! I HOPE YE MISSED ME <3333
I also hope you're all not too mad that I remade this fanfic, I just feel like there wasn't enough background information and that the planning wasn't exactly the best. The whole fanfic was a mess and needed an entire remake, so please enjoy this!!!! <333
Female Names:
Dazai Osami
Nakahara Chuuwa
Dazai exhaustedly did the buttons on her shirt, not caring at all if the buttons were mismatched at all, she just wanted to get out. Out of this room. Out of this office. Out of sight from hi-
"I expect you here again Dazai-chan~?" the man smirked, as he fixed his own scarf. Bastard.
"...yes..." Dazai reluctantly answered, she hated this. She hated it all.
Dazai pulled on her skirt, thankful it reached her knees and wasn't any shorter, she put on her black heels and folded her black blazer, she put her black coat on her shoulders and walked towards the office door, she hated every moment of this so called 'private meeting'. Her body ached every time after, at least it was only for 5 days a week, she should be thankful she can rest on weekends.
"Have a safe drive home Dazai-chan~." The man said with not a hint of care in his voice, this would have hurt Dazai, if the man wasn't already hurting her.
"Goodbye Mori." Dazai opened the office door, none of the guards paid any attention to her anymore, not even when she was carrying out her half beaten body, visibly bleeding on other days where Mori decided to have more 'fun' than usual.
What part of this could even be considered fun? The violating? The thrill of it? Having someone at your mercy? Who knows, because for all that Dazai knows, she hates it.
She doesn't even recall the walk towards her apartment, her mind was always hazy afterwards, maybe Mori drugged her with something? Who knows, and who cares, she especially didn't care anymore.
She dragged her limp body into the apartment, the familiar smells hitting her nose, the whiplash of the smell nearly making her gag.
She barely recognises the difference between the doors, she just walked into one of the rooms praying it was hers and not the red head's, she most definitely wouldn't want to walk into that room and be met with a literal fire ball.
She walked into her own room and threw herself on the bed, she practically ripped off her white shirt, she then pulled off her black skirt and chucked her black heels somewhere inside the room. She had left her tights in Mori's office but she couldn't be bothered to care what she left in there anymore, if it was something important she could easily get it back anyways.
She put on a random pair of black shorts and stretched out her body, it ached a lot, Mori had been a lot rougher this week. Sometimes he just does that though, and other weeks he just doesn't want to, which honestly isn't bad at all, in fact it's a blessing from the heavens when he doesn't want to.
Dazai's room was messy but in an organised way, Chuuwa still gave out about it no matter how much Dazai tried to say it was organised in her own way.
Dazai sat down at her vanity, it didn't have much on it except for a couple rolls of bandages, bits of make up (mostly for covering up bruises that would be left behind from Mori and Dazai's 'meetings'), hairbrush, hair straightener, hair dryer and a few other random things. Chuuwa had also given Dazai skin care and deodorant but Dazai had no clue how the skin care stuff worked, she was blessed with clear skin though so it's not like she needed it entirely.
Dazai picked up her hair brush and brushed out her hair, with each brush her hair became slightly less straight from when it was straightened this morning. She put down her hair brush and looked at herself in the mirror.
The reflection in the mirror didn't look how she expected herself to look, she had visible eyebags, bruises, small cuts here and there, her bandages were slightly falling, heck she hadn't even noticed her cheek bandage was gone entirely, he hair wasn't as messy but it was still frizzy in some parts, she looked malnourished too, not as much as she did before she moved in with Chuuwa though. Until last year Dazai had been living in her container, definitely not happy or content but it kept her sheltered at least, well, somehow Chuuwa figure out she lived there and forced her to move into her apartment because apparently the container was 'unhabitable', she makes it sound like a wild animal lived there every time she mentions it!
Though about 5 months after Dazai moved in with Chuuwa and began being more hygienic and having a better diet she got her first ever period, and that was a shock to Dazai because the moment she saw blood in her pants she screamed the apartment down shrieking about how she was internally bleeding and dying. Well it wasn't a lie since she died from the cramps she got, figuratively. But it's definitely a top 10 most memorable moment between them, from Chuuwa calming Dazai down to teaching her how periods worked it was all just a bunch of chaos.
Chuuwa was much more mindful of herself and took better care into keeping herself healthy, she was slightly plump and was much more lively than Dazai, her hair practically glowed off her head from how healthy it was, her skin was perfect too, she has freckles here and there but they added to her beauty.
They were a living girlboss and girlfailure duo, living in the same house, same job, and each others work partners. How much closer could they get?
Aparently a lot more closer, but that was only soon to come.
Dazai stood up from her vanity, not bothering to put on a shirt and walked into the kitchen, she looked through the cupboards for a light snack or something not too heavy. She looked up and down in every cupboard, nothing particularly catching her eye.
She sat down on one of the island stools, crossing her arms and leaning her head on them. She heard footsteps behind her, that's when Dazai realised she still looked like an absolute mess, sweaty and messy bandages, slightly messy hair, probably visible hickeys in some spots, and many bruises. Heck she didn't even have a shirt on!
Dazai thanked her long hair for covering most of her back out of view from Chuuwa, she buried her cheeks into her arms as much as possible.
"You look like a fucking mess you mackerel." Chuuwa blatantly stated.
Chuuwa was wearing a bathrobe, he hair slightly damp, it was obvious she had only recently been in the shower.
"Oi mackerel, you better eat something, I didn't drag you out to my house all those months ago just for you to sit there and not eat any shit." Chuuwa bitterly said, a hint of concern in her voice, how sweet.
"..I don't feel like it chibiiiii...." Dazai lazily whined out.
"Well you better eat something or I'll shove a fucking muffin down your throat." Chuuwa snapped back.
"I-"
Suddenly Dazai felt sick, like not stomach hurting sick, vomiting sick. She stood up immediately and rushed to the bathroom, just barely having enough time to open the toilet seat and kneel down before giving her entire stomach contents to the toilet. She leaned over the toilet bowel pouring everything in her into it.
Chuuwa walked over consciously, she gathered all of Dazai's hair and lifted it up out of her way.
A couple minutes later Dazai sat there, attempting to catch her breath.
"Wait here, I'll get a glass of water for you." Chuuwa stated before letting go of her hair and walking towards the kitchen.
Chuuwa grabbed a glass from the cabinet and turned off the sink, letting the water run for a few second before placing the glass under, the glass was slightly icy to the touch but it would most definitely help after heaving everything out of your body.
Chuuwa walked down the hall and back into the bathroom, Dazai still sitting there panting, she looked up at Chuuwa. Chuuwa hadn't noticed until now how tired Dazai looked, and not just actual tiredness, she had this sort of look to her that didn't sit with her right...
"Here, it's pretty cold so it should hopefully help." Chuuwa stretched her hand out towards Dazai who took the glass.
Dazai took a sip of the glass, a clear view of disgust on her face as she swallowed, she picked up a towel and wiped her face clear of whatever may remain.
What a great end to her day, it's not like tomorrow could get much worse, right...?