Plagiarism ~ Dazai X Reader X Chuuya

"Afraid"

     Kunikida slugged into the office, dropping a box on the ground. The sight distracted you from the game of checkers you were playing, and Kenji took this opportunity to rearrange the board.

     "I win!" Kenji exclaimed.

     "What?" You looked down at the board.

     "Kenji," Kunikida said, "can you bring this box to Dazai? I'm giving him the silent treatment for the day."

     "What's in it?" Kenji asked.

     Kunikida pushed up his glasses. "Every complaint the agency has ever gotten on his behalf."

     It was so full that papers were sticking out the top.

     "How many?" you asked.

     "I think around four hundred and eight."

     Kenji stood and picked up the box. "Is it rude to interrupt when he has a client?"

     "Is that what he's been doing all morning?" you asked.

     "I think so. There's a woman in there with him," Kenji said.

     "Oh, don't worry, Kenji." You got up and took the box from him. "I don't care at all to interrupt them."

     You walked down the hallway to the conference room, struggling to keep a hold on the box. You pushed the door open, throwing the box onto the floor. "Delivery."

     Dazai was standing while the woman sat across the table. Her hand was in his.

     "What is all that?" she asked.

     "About four hundred and eight reasons why he's bad at his job." You tapped the box with your foot. "Fraud, property damage, withholding information," you clapped your hands together, "but that's not my business. Carry on." You turned and practically threw yourself out the door.

"(Y/N)." Dazai peered out into the hallway.

"Go on," you said, refusing to look back at him, "finish your work."

A door opened in front of you, making you stumble backwards. Fukuzawa stepped out, meeting your gaze.

"Oh, what do you know? Just the person I was looking for," he stepped over so you could enter, waving Dazai off.

"Have a seat," he said, coming in behind you and shutting the door. He took a seat across from you. "I had some business I wanted to discuss with you."

"Yes sir."

"From what I've observed, it seems that you and Dazai have grown...fond of each other. So I assume he has already told you what I'm about to, but before I get to that, I need you to promise me something," he said.

"What is that?"

"What I'm about to explain, you must not tell anyone in the agency about, including Tanizaki, and especially including Dazai."

~

You hesitated before walking back into the agency. Your mind was racing.

"Did you need help with the door?" Yosano asked, coming up behind you.

"Yosano, can I talk to you?" you asked.

"Of course."

You glared down the hallway to the conference room. "How far would you go for the agency?"

She smiled, "Well I would say I'd die for it, but I've done that quite a few times."

You thought back to the night that Dazai showed you what was on the flash drive, and what he had said about weaknesses.

"Would you live for it?" you asked.

Yosano sat down in the floor, her back against the wall, and you did the same.

"I guess when you put it that way, no. I would live in it, but I wouldn't live for it," she said.

"Would Dazai?"

"Dazai doesn't live for anything. He's just an anchor for whatever he finds himself a part of . He plays, and he wins, and he doesn't even know what team he's on," she explained.

"So, it's weird," you said, "that he kissed me."

Yosano's eyes grew wide. "He kissed you?!"

"A little more than that."

"You're kidding! That isn't like him!" she said.

"Exactly." You swirled your hands around in the air. "I feel like I'm jumping hoops trying to figure out what I did to make him completely contradict himself."

"I thought you liked him?"

"I do, but I don't feel right. He knows my past, and he knows my capabilities. But he doesn't know how I think and feel. So, why?"

"Ask him. If he's bold enough to kiss you, then it's perfectly rational to be bold enough to talk about it," she said.

~

You knocked on the conference room door, opening it slowly. The woman had already left, and Dazai was sitting with his arms crossed. His eyes were burning into yours.

"Hey," you whispered.

"She's a client," he said.

"I know."

"I really don't think you do."

You huffed. "Sorry, damn."

He groaned a little, standing up and walking over to you. "No, you're right. I brought her here on purpose."

Your heart pulsed. "Why are you being a jerk?"