[Serious Version]
"Humans will always fight and hurt one another for desire, for profit, for so-called beliefs."
"Filthy, rotten, utterly boring."
"Why can't I wake up from this rotten world?"
"I want to die just like this. That's a belief I've never changed. But... since I've already made a promise, I have to keep it before I die. I don't want anyone calling me a promise-breaker."
[Comedic Version]
- Today, I, Osamu Dazai, am going to succeed at killing myself!
- Hey, that river looks pretty good. Okay, you're the one!
[Reader Advisory]
1. This is my take on Dazai, born from having nothing to read. I just want to write Dazai. Pairings are up to fate, with a strong Dazai x everyone tendency. No groveling-to-win-back-love arc and no torturing Dazai. I just want to spoil him! Dazai is supreme!
2. The plot and setting draw on the novels, manga, and anime. The story begins when Dazai first meets Doctor Mori. The characters belong to the original work; any OOC behavior is on me. A plot-driven story about spoiling Dazai, and it looks like it'll be a long one... probably.
Theme: Find a reason to live, then keep on living.
As the same author, you are no worse than Asagiri. Who did it use to torture Zaizai? You can torture those people to death in your own field~ Come on, I'm waiting for you to come back~
I always think of Alice = Mr. Mori, Alice wants to eat dessert = Mr. Mori wants to eat dessert, Alice wants to play with Dazai, so Mr. Mori wants to play with Dazai, hehe
Alice seems to be in touch with Mr. Mori's five senses... So that means it was Mr. Mori who wanted to throw himself into Dazai's arms? What should I do if I, a great chef, suddenly want to challenge Taisen?
Actually, Kusaku is kind of cute
Zai is the best, a good boy like a god
The author, please be careful of online public opinion, but... Zhao (first tone), wu (fourth tone), gai (first tone), da (third tone)!
Dazai stood in front of the cold drink shop and took the cone from the mafia who was holding back his excitement and turned red. The three large ice cream balls were trembling, as if they would fall into the arms of Mother Earth with just a little bit of force. (Why is your face so red?)
Mori Ogai's fingers on the table slowly tightened, his eyes were deep and cold, "This time... You don't want to take him away." (Emphasis added! This time...! It's a test! It's very important!)
Ouch! Fairy tales from my collection
If this were Begonia, I would hate it.