I Love You Until The Day I Die Chapter 1

Author-kun notes: Welcome! This is a fanfic of a Dazai x fem! Mafia! Reader. I’ve recently been obsessed over writing bsd x y/n stories, so I thought that I’d post one cus like, why not??? Please keep in mind that this is the first fanfic I have posted here on Tumblr! I don’t know what else to say…oh shit.

Warnings: mentions of suicide (?), no fluff warning yet.

Y/n L/n lead a life full of what she would call ignominy. Working in the Port Mafia wasn't the most honorable job out there, in fact it is the bruitalist. Working as a hitwoman meant that she had to be a heartless killer who killed for the money and sometimes enjoyment. However, if she were honest, she still had a heart beneath all the thorny layers within her.

She hated the fact that no matter how hard she'd try, she would still feel. When she was assigned to kill someone, she would still feel a sense of twisting guilt deep inside for taking their life. Y/n knew that her feelings were just meren distractions from what really mattered, killing. It was her survival. No, it was her duty. It was her job to take people out of this world. That reason alone meant that she was nothing more than a tool for the death reaper's work.

Y/n was sitting on her desk at the Port Mafia hideout, planning out her next assassination. She was assigned to assassinate the rival group's leader's daughter named Masako Kamiyama. Mori had asked her to do the kill in a messy and flashy way. Y/n pondered on her desk, playing around with her computer mouse. How could she kill Masako in a flashy fashion without being caught? Flashy wasn't exactly her style, but she believed that she could manage.

She propped both of her elbows on the table, placing her chin gently on top of her hands, mind drifting into the past. 

The desk that she was sitting on was the same desk that she's had since she was seventeen. It was the same desk that her old boyfriend, Osamu Dazai used to go to when he wanted to run away from everyone else. She remembered how Dazai would slam open her door and wrap his arms around her waist. She longed to see him again. His tall yet slim physique, his mildly wavy, short, dark brown hair, his narrow dark brown eyes- she missed everything about Dazai. Nevertheless Dazai had left the Port Mafia to do something meaningful and help people out, which led him to join the Armed Detective Agency.

Y/n signed, leaning back on her chair to look at the ceiling. The rough, flat ceiling was as boring as ever. 

 All of a sudden the office door wildly swung open, making Y/n topple over. 

"Ah, I have found you, Y/n!"