[ KANAGAWA PREFECTURAL POLICE HEADQUARTERS ]
ARREST REPORT:
CASE #: A5158-1522
ARRESTEE’s NAME: Dazai Osamu
CHARGES: Assault with a deadly weapon, conspiracy to commit murder, homicide
OCCURRED:
- Date: 9th September 2017
- Time: 0122 HRS
ARREST REPORT:
CASE #: A5158-1522
ARRESTEE’s NAME: Dazai Osamu
CHARGES: Assault with a deadly weapon, conspiracy to commit murder, homicide
OCCURRED:
- Date: 9th September 2017
- Time: 0122 HRS
LOCATION OF ARREST: Kanagawa Ward, Yokohama, 221-0044
SEX: Male
GENDER: Alpha
D.O.B: June 19, 1989
HEIGHT: 196cm
WEIGHT: 86kg
HAIR: Brown
EYES: Brown
PLACE OF BIRTH: Kanagi, Goshogawara, Aomori, Japan
SEX: Male
GENDER: Alpha
D.O.B: June 19, 1989
HEIGHT: 196cm
WEIGHT: 86kg
HAIR: Brown
EYES: Brown
PLACE OF BIRTH: Kanagi, Goshogawara, Aomori, Japan
CIRCUMSTANCES OF ARREST:
- Homicide Division:
- Detective Nakahara Kensuke P#1355
- Detective Edogawa Ranpo P#4651
VICTIM:
- Kamei Madoka:
- 157cm, omega female, brown hair,brown eyes, D.O.B: July 24, 1998
- Miura Kimiko:
- 165cm, alpha female, red hair,
- Homicide Division:
- Detective Nakahara Kensuke P#1355
- Detective Edogawa Ranpo P#4651
VICTIM:
- Kamei Madoka:
- 157cm, omega female, brown hair,brown eyes, D.O.B: July 24, 1998
- Miura Kimiko:
- 165cm, alpha female, red hair,
brown eyes, D.O.B: April 4, 1997
DETAILS:
- At approximately 2256 hours on September 16, 2017, the KPPH received a call reporting suspicious activity in Kanagawa Ward. Uniformed officers were dispatched to the scene to speak with the caller who identified themselves as
DETAILS:
- At approximately 2256 hours on September 16, 2017, the KPPH received a call reporting suspicious activity in Kanagawa Ward. Uniformed officers were dispatched to the scene to speak with the caller who identified themselves as
YAMASHIRO KUROU. Caller reported sounds of screaming, suspicious thumps and loud noises coming from a nearby alleyway, as well as seeing a dark-haired male leaving the scene. No identifying features were described.
- Detectives Nakahara and Ranpo briefed their supervisor
- Detectives Nakahara and Ranpo briefed their supervisor
FUKUZAWA YUKICHI P#9732 and were advised to call for backup on their way to examine the scene. Four supporting officers were dispatched for support.
- Upon arrival at the scene, Detectives Nakahara and Ranpo discovered the bodies of two young females, both with multiple stab
- Upon arrival at the scene, Detectives Nakahara and Ranpo discovered the bodies of two young females, both with multiple stab
wounds. Initial reports cited upwards of twenty wounds per victim. Both victims were unresponsive. EMS was dispatched to the scene.
- At approximately 2322 hrs on September 16, 2017, KPPH received another call reporting a suspicious man in the nearby area, reportedly covered in
- At approximately 2322 hrs on September 16, 2017, KPPH received another call reporting a suspicious man in the nearby area, reportedly covered in
blood with a weapon. Identified male seemed to be acting calm and collected.
- Detectives Nakahara and Ranpo track down the suspicious man. Upon finding him, they find DAZAI OSAMU, covered in blood and holding a knife. Suspect was agreeable and compliant, answering questions
- Detectives Nakahara and Ranpo track down the suspicious man. Upon finding him, they find DAZAI OSAMU, covered in blood and holding a knife. Suspect was agreeable and compliant, answering questions
without hesitation. Suspect had no alibi, no reasonable explanation and was taken into custody without resistance.
AUDIO AND VIDEO TRANSCRIPT OF THE INTERROGATION OF DAZAI OSAMU FOR CASE A5158-1522:
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(On the screen are three people, centered around a
AUDIO AND VIDEO TRANSCRIPT OF THE INTERROGATION OF DAZAI OSAMU FOR CASE A5158-1522:
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(On the screen are three people, centered around a
metal table in a dark, concrete room.
Centered in the screen is Dazai Osamu, handcuffed to the table. He appears to be relaxed and incredibly calm, dark gaze fixed on one of the two detectives in the room with him.
There is blood splashed on his face, all the way from his chin
Centered in the screen is Dazai Osamu, handcuffed to the table. He appears to be relaxed and incredibly calm, dark gaze fixed on one of the two detectives in the room with him.
There is blood splashed on his face, all the way from his chin
to the tattoo high up on his cheek. It’s dry, clearly hours old.
It doesn’t look smeared, like he never once tried to wipe it off.
Most people—even most hardened criminals— get /nervous/ when they’re cuffed in an interrogation room. They get fidgety or /anxious/, or start
It doesn’t look smeared, like he never once tried to wipe it off.
Most people—even most hardened criminals— get /nervous/ when they’re cuffed in an interrogation room. They get fidgety or /anxious/, or start
telling /lies/ to get themselves out of trouble.
Dazai Osamu does none of those things. Instead, he sits calmly at the table, tattooed hands flat on the metal table, his gaze unerringly and eerily fixed on Ranpo’s face.
He does not blink.)
D. NAKAHARA: Do you know why we
Dazai Osamu does none of those things. Instead, he sits calmly at the table, tattooed hands flat on the metal table, his gaze unerringly and eerily fixed on Ranpo’s face.
He does not blink.)
D. NAKAHARA: Do you know why we
brought you here?
(Detective Nakahara is a /big/ man. Almost as tall as Dazai is, and just as broad. He’s /intimidating/ with his slicked back hair and the uniform, a pistol strapped to his thigh within easy reach.
And unlike his partner, he’s /active/. Pacing through the
(Detective Nakahara is a /big/ man. Almost as tall as Dazai is, and just as broad. He’s /intimidating/ with his slicked back hair and the uniform, a pistol strapped to his thigh within easy reach.
And unlike his partner, he’s /active/. Pacing through the
small length of the room, practically frothing with energy, intense in a way that’s /intimidating/.
There has been quite a /few/ criminals that admitted to their crimes as soon Kensuke got up in their face, all snarling sharp teeth and booming energy. Maybe it’s not strictly
There has been quite a /few/ criminals that admitted to their crimes as soon Kensuke got up in their face, all snarling sharp teeth and booming energy. Maybe it’s not strictly
/legal/—because confessions under coercion are not admissible in court— but everyone in the police department knows—
If you have a hard case to crack, if you’re dealing with a /hard/ criminal that doesn’t respond to normal questioning, if you’re questioning someone /dangerous/—
If you have a hard case to crack, if you’re dealing with a /hard/ criminal that doesn’t respond to normal questioning, if you’re questioning someone /dangerous/—
You send in Kensuke and his partner.
Dazai smiles, tilting his head in a distinctly predatory way.)
DAZAI: I would imagine it has something to do with the spree of killings that’s been going on recently. (He shakes his head in disappointment, tsking.) Such a dangerous world
Dazai smiles, tilting his head in a distinctly predatory way.)
DAZAI: I would imagine it has something to do with the spree of killings that’s been going on recently. (He shakes his head in disappointment, tsking.) Such a dangerous world
out there, don’t you think? Kanagawa police are so disappointing these days.
KENSUKE: Do you believe we arrested you as a suspect for those murders?
(There’s no response, other than a slow, chilling smile growing on Dazai’s face.
After a moment of silence, Kensuke drops
KENSUKE: Do you believe we arrested you as a suspect for those murders?
(There’s no response, other than a slow, chilling smile growing on Dazai’s face.
After a moment of silence, Kensuke drops
into one of the chairs offered, resting his forearms along the back and straddling it with his thighs spread wide.)
KENSUKE: What’s with the blood? Is it yours? You have an accident or something?
DAZAI: No, it’s not mine.
KENSUKE: Who does it belong to, then?
(Dazai shifts
KENSUKE: What’s with the blood? Is it yours? You have an accident or something?
DAZAI: No, it’s not mine.
KENSUKE: Who does it belong to, then?
(Dazai shifts
in his seat, tattooed fingers spreading wide over the top of the metal table.
In later meetings, both Ranpo and Kensuke will not define this movement as one of /nerves/. They will not say that Dazai was /anxious/—
But rather that he was /settling in/. Getting comfortable. He
In later meetings, both Ranpo and Kensuke will not define this movement as one of /nerves/. They will not say that Dazai was /anxious/—
But rather that he was /settling in/. Getting comfortable. He
knew he was going to be here a while, better than any of them at the current moment.)
DAZAI: Couple of girls.
KENSUKE: What are their names?
(There’s something about Dazai’s smile that is /chillingly/ unhinged, the way it only seems to grow in the darkness of the room,
DAZAI: Couple of girls.
KENSUKE: What are their names?
(There’s something about Dazai’s smile that is /chillingly/ unhinged, the way it only seems to grow in the darkness of the room,
like the flash of a predators teeth in the middle of the dark, a silent threat backed by the glow of focused eyes.)
DAZAI: You tell me. You saw them, didn’t you? You /touched/ them, didn’t you? (In the next second, his mouth opens, and even on the recording taken by the cameras
DAZAI: You tell me. You saw them, didn’t you? You /touched/ them, didn’t you? (In the next second, his mouth opens, and even on the recording taken by the cameras
in the interrogation room, it’s easy to see that he takes a /long/, indulgent breath through his mouth, dragging the air over the scenting glands on the roof of his mouth, his polite smile dissolving into something /meaner/.) I can smell them on you.
(A moment of silence. Then,
(A moment of silence. Then,
a rustle from off screen.
Two bags are thrown onto the table, two separate sealed cases of gathered evidence. One contains the photo ID’s of the massacred victims.
The other, a /wickedly/ long knife, lethally curved. A killing weapon, carved for the sole purpose of /slicing/
Two bags are thrown onto the table, two separate sealed cases of gathered evidence. One contains the photo ID’s of the massacred victims.
The other, a /wickedly/ long knife, lethally curved. A killing weapon, carved for the sole purpose of /slicing/
a life into pieces. It is not a defensive weapon. It is not a piece of steel that normal people would think of as something made to /protect/ yourself.
It’s a weapon that makes even hardened detectives shiver in sympathy, because that thing was made for /gutting/.)
RANPO:
It’s a weapon that makes even hardened detectives shiver in sympathy, because that thing was made for /gutting/.)
RANPO:
You’re not in a good position here, buddy. You were found, soaked in blood, only a few /blocks/ away from a fresh murder scene. Murders that, might I add, were caused with a /blade/— and this one was found on you. You’re looking at the /death sentence/, so you better start
cooperating and answering our questions.
(Dazai raises a dark eyebrow. There’s a slit in it, and marks of what might’ve been a healed-over eyebrow piercing.)
DAZAI: Have you asked me any questions? I hadn’t realized.
(Kensuke bristles. He’s always been a /protective/ man, and
(Dazai raises a dark eyebrow. There’s a slit in it, and marks of what might’ve been a healed-over eyebrow piercing.)
DAZAI: Have you asked me any questions? I hadn’t realized.
(Kensuke bristles. He’s always been a /protective/ man, and
the way Dazai is /looking/ at his partner, the twin dimple piercings in his cheeks moving slightly like he’s running his tongue over the inside of his mouth is /eerie/. Especially when combined with the fact that it’s almost /positive/ this man violently murdered two young girls
just /hours/ before—
And doesn’t seem /bothered/ about it. Doesn’t seem remorseful or even /care/ that he’s been caught or even trying to /pretend/ to care.
Criminals that /want/ to be caught are inherently the most dangerous ones, because they will do /anything/ to catch the
And doesn’t seem /bothered/ about it. Doesn’t seem remorseful or even /care/ that he’s been caught or even trying to /pretend/ to care.
Criminals that /want/ to be caught are inherently the most dangerous ones, because they will do /anything/ to catch the
attention of the police.
And Kensuke finds himself /certain/—
This man /wanted/ to be caught. He wanted to be here. He wanted to be arrested and to be brought into this room to be questioned.
Thé interrogation rooms always feels like a trap in the detectives favor— it’s
And Kensuke finds himself /certain/—
This man /wanted/ to be caught. He wanted to be here. He wanted to be arrested and to be brought into this room to be questioned.
Thé interrogation rooms always feels like a trap in the detectives favor— it’s
designed to keep dangerous people /contained/, with metal tables bolted to the floor, rings designed to hold cuffed hands and feet, audio and visual surveillance and a door that only opens with specialized keycard access— but since this /murderer/ so obviously wants to be here…
Kensuke can’t help but feel that his own trap is being turned /against/ him, and it makes him /nervous/. Makes him want to bare his teeth and /hiss/.)
KENSUKE: What were you doing in the Kanagawa ward two hours ago?
DAZAI: Running a few errands.
RANPO: What kind of errands?
KENSUKE: What were you doing in the Kanagawa ward two hours ago?
DAZAI: Running a few errands.
RANPO: What kind of errands?
(Dazai shrugs, and the fact that he can be so /blithe/ while cuffed to a table in front of two detectives is /infuriating/.)
DAZAI: Nothing that concerns you.
(Everything about him concerns them now.
Kensuke shoves the ID’s over, forcibly tapping at them until Dazai /deigns/
DAZAI: Nothing that concerns you.
(Everything about him concerns them now.
Kensuke shoves the ID’s over, forcibly tapping at them until Dazai /deigns/
to look down at them.
Kensuke has only met a serial killer /once/ in his life, and it was when he was still a police trainee. Didn’t even talk to the guy, just saw him through the thick plexi-glass as his supervisor walked his class through basic interrogation practices.
But
Kensuke has only met a serial killer /once/ in his life, and it was when he was still a police trainee. Didn’t even talk to the guy, just saw him through the thick plexi-glass as his supervisor walked his class through basic interrogation practices.
But
if he ever had to relate the sheer /apathy/ in Dazai’s eyes to someone else, it would be to Tsutomu Miyazaki, all those years ago.)
KENSUKE: Do you know these girls?
DAZAI: Not in any real sense of the word.
KENSUKE: So why did you target them? Why did you /kill/ them? You
KENSUKE: Do you know these girls?
DAZAI: Not in any real sense of the word.
KENSUKE: So why did you target them? Why did you /kill/ them? You
just see a couple of young girls walking around and what? Need to prove yourself a big shot, /strong/ Alpha or something? You get off on things like that? Why’d you do it?
DAZAI: Why shouldn’t I? No one could /stop/ me.
KENSUKE: We stopped you.
(Dazai leans back further in
DAZAI: Why shouldn’t I? No one could /stop/ me.
KENSUKE: We stopped you.
(Dazai leans back further in
his chair, seemingly unbothered that his hands are cuffed tightly to the table. If anything, he looks /bored/ and like he’s craving a cigarette.
He looks over at Kensuke for the first time in a while—not because he seems /frightened/ by him, but rather because he seems to know
He looks over at Kensuke for the first time in a while—not because he seems /frightened/ by him, but rather because he seems to know
that the real danger in the room is /not/ the tall, broad, /aggressive/ Alpha—
But rather, the smaller, quieter one in the back.)
DAZAI: Did you stop me?
(It is these words that will haunt Kensuke for /years/ to come. Words he will mull over, /obsess/ over for the rest of
But rather, the smaller, quieter one in the back.)
DAZAI: Did you stop me?
(It is these words that will haunt Kensuke for /years/ to come. Words he will mull over, /obsess/ over for the rest of
his life, when the Kanagawa police department is practically /gutted/ for failure to keep one of their most dangerous inmates /inside/, when one of his /children/ goes missing, when it’s /finally/ and glaringly obvious that Kensuke never stopped Dazai Osamu—
He just played
He just played
right into his hands.)
RANPO: Is that a confession?
DAZAI: If you still need a confession, I would be sorely disappointed in the state of the Kanagawa police. Do I need to do your job for you as well as making it /disgustingly/ easy?
(Ranpo leans forward then, his sharp
RANPO: Is that a confession?
DAZAI: If you still need a confession, I would be sorely disappointed in the state of the Kanagawa police. Do I need to do your job for you as well as making it /disgustingly/ easy?
(Ranpo leans forward then, his sharp
green eyes not captured on film.)
RANPO: Why /did/ you make it so easy? You didn’t cover your tracks well; you didn’t even dispose of the /murder weapon/. You were literally found /loitering/ outside of a convenience store. You didn’t struggle, and while you’re kind of being a
RANPO: Why /did/ you make it so easy? You didn’t cover your tracks well; you didn’t even dispose of the /murder weapon/. You were literally found /loitering/ outside of a convenience store. You didn’t struggle, and while you’re kind of being a
/dick/ about answering questions, you’re not denying anything. You were given the option to ask for a lawyer, you are entitled /not/ to answer any of our questions— it’s almost like you /want/ us to find you guilty. So my question is /why/?
(Dazai looks up then, and even though
(Dazai looks up then, and even though
no one ever /told/ him where the cameras were in the room, he somehow manages to find the one facing him and look directly into it.
His smile is slow, full of sharp teeth and hidden intentions.)
DAZAI: We all have our secrets, don’t we?
——— +
ONE YEAR LATER.
His smile is slow, full of sharp teeth and hidden intentions.)
DAZAI: We all have our secrets, don’t we?
——— +
ONE YEAR LATER.
Chuuya /tries/ to eat his toast, he really does. It's not that he doesn't /want/ to-- he does, he's hungry for breakfast, and Agatha made it for /him/, so he doesn't want to be rude by /not/ eating it-- it's just...
It's burnt. Not even a /little/ burnt, but /really/ burnt. So
It's burnt. Not even a /little/ burnt, but /really/ burnt. So
burnt that it feels like /charcoal/ in his mouth and he can't even taste the egg or butter that's on it. All he can taste is /burnt/.
He doesn't understand /why/ Agatha insists on cooking all his meals for him, because he loves cooking. He's not a /chef/ by any means, but he
He doesn't understand /why/ Agatha insists on cooking all his meals for him, because he loves cooking. He's not a /chef/ by any means, but he
knows his way around the kitchen and /enjoys/ making new, delicious dishes.
Agatha, on the other hand, self-admittedly hates cooking, and she's, quite frankly, /terrible/ at it, so he's not sure /why/ she basically runs him out of the kitchen whenever she catches him in there.
Agatha, on the other hand, self-admittedly hates cooking, and she's, quite frankly, /terrible/ at it, so he's not sure /why/ she basically runs him out of the kitchen whenever she catches him in there.
She says it's because that's /her/ part of the house, but Chuuya honestly doesn't get it.
It's also not worth arguing about because if he hurts her feelings she /cries/ and goes running to his mother to complain about his behavior, and his mother will tell his step-father. He'll
It's also not worth arguing about because if he hurts her feelings she /cries/ and goes running to his mother to complain about his behavior, and his mother will tell his step-father. He'll
spent the next /two weeks/ arguing back and forth with his parents on how he could treat his fiance so /terribly/ and /Agatha/ will be giving him the cold shoulder, and eventually he'll just give in because it's not /worth/ it.
It's just fucking toast. It's really not worth
It's just fucking toast. It's really not worth
starting an argument over, even though his food expenses bill has shot through the /roof/ because he's gotten into eating breakfast secretly at a cafe.
At this point in his life, Chuuya is more concerned about making /others/ happy so that they leave him in /peace/. He's
At this point in his life, Chuuya is more concerned about making /others/ happy so that they leave him in /peace/. He's
/exhausted/.
His literary agent has been /hounding/ him for a new manuscript, his family has been pushing him into taking up a /real/ career in his step-fathers insurance company, his /fiance/ is constantly wondering when their engagement is going to evolve into a /real/
His literary agent has been /hounding/ him for a new manuscript, his family has been pushing him into taking up a /real/ career in his step-fathers insurance company, his /fiance/ is constantly wondering when their engagement is going to evolve into a /real/
marriage. He hasn't written in /months/ because his mind feels strung out, which only adds to the general exhaustion and it's just--
He needs a break. He needs something /new/, needs something /exciting/, needs something to remind him why he /stays/ instead of just disappearing
He needs a break. He needs something /new/, needs something /exciting/, needs something to remind him why he /stays/ instead of just disappearing
from his life and starting fresh somewhere new.
The only /uncomplicated/ thing in his life right now is his best friend, Oda-- who's texting him right now and telling him to turn on the news.
Intrigued, Chuuya turns the TV onto the news channel--
And the first thing he sees is
The only /uncomplicated/ thing in his life right now is his best friend, Oda-- who's texting him right now and telling him to turn on the news.
Intrigued, Chuuya turns the TV onto the news channel--
And the first thing he sees is
the inside of the courtroom, one that's become semi-familiar to him over the last year, because it's become /popular/ over social medias.
On screen, the focus of the camera is on Dazai Osamu, Japan's most famous and most /controversial/ murderer. He's wearing prison-orange, his
On screen, the focus of the camera is on Dazai Osamu, Japan's most famous and most /controversial/ murderer. He's wearing prison-orange, his
hands cuffed to his belt. He has a /muzzle/ on, one of those ones that seem more for /show/ than anything else, because of the wedge between his jaws that keep his teeth proudly displayed but unable to snap shut, thin lines of saliva covering his chin.
He doesn't look ashamed or
He doesn't look ashamed or
bothered or /irritated/ in the slightest. In fact, he almost looks like this is /fun/ for him, watching the proceedings from his chair. Like this is all just a circus made to entertain /him/, a show he's seen a dozen times before.
And he /has/, because he's been brought /back/
And he /has/, because he's been brought /back/
to this court for the /eighth/ time since his initial arrest, all for the same general reason.
The headline scrolling along the bottom of the screen says:
tw / mentions of sexual assault
DAZAI OSAMU, SERIAL KILLER, MURDERS FELLOW INMATE, A SERIAL RAPIST NAMED OKITA NORI.
The headline scrolling along the bottom of the screen says:
tw / mentions of sexual assault
DAZAI OSAMU, SERIAL KILLER, MURDERS FELLOW INMATE, A SERIAL RAPIST NAMED OKITA NORI.
Chuuya winces because he /recognizes/ that name. The brutality of those assasults are /still/ talked about to this day,months after his capture. He can't imagine what the surviving victims must be feeling right now.
Naturally, the press isn't allowed to publicize the proceedings
Naturally, the press isn't allowed to publicize the proceedings
of the court, but they have a reporter outside on the courthouse steps reporting on the story:
"Hello. Today I am reporting from Kanagawa Courthouse, where serial killer Dazai Osamu is receiving yet /another/ life sentence. This brings his total sentencing up to four hundred and
"Hello. Today I am reporting from Kanagawa Courthouse, where serial killer Dazai Osamu is receiving yet /another/ life sentence. This brings his total sentencing up to four hundred and
thirty seven years. This is his /ninth/ confirmed victim from his stay in prison, all of whom are convicted rapists and serial pedophiles. This brings his total victim count to a confirmed /ten/ people, with an unknown amount of previous victims. Estimates run all the way up into
hundreds, but no confirmation has been made.
"Reports say that prosecutors are still pushing for the death penalty, but the defendants are citing a clear case of mental illness. It is likely that today's hearing will not decide if Dazai Osamu will be put to death for his crimes.
"Reports say that prosecutors are still pushing for the death penalty, but the defendants are citing a clear case of mental illness. It is likely that today's hearing will not decide if Dazai Osamu will be put to death for his crimes.
From the information we were able to gather, today's hearing is sentencing for this crime, and Dazai will be returned to Kanagawa Prison later today.
"However, this brings up a controversial point. By now, it is obvious that this man will /not/ stop killing, even in the supposed
"However, this brings up a controversial point. By now, it is obvious that this man will /not/ stop killing, even in the supposed
safety of prison. Some prosecutors are claiming that the state is using him to /assassinate/ criminals whose lives are viewed as worthless and dangerous.
"Even with this man in prison, it is clear that /no/ potential victim of his is safe."
Agatha comes into the living room
"Even with this man in prison, it is clear that /no/ potential victim of his is safe."
Agatha comes into the living room
then, her morning cup of tea rattling loudly on it's plate. When she sees what's on TV, her nose wrinkles in disgust. "Why are you watching that /beast/? It's much too early to be witnessing someone so depraved and /disgusting/. It's going to ruin my appetite."
Chuuya chews his
Chuuya chews his
food thoughtfully because /truthfully/…
He’s in the middle of things. Convictions for crimes like rape and pedophilia are already abysmally low, partly because of the societal stigma that faces those victims. A lot of victims are too /ashamed/ or frightened to come forward
He’s in the middle of things. Convictions for crimes like rape and pedophilia are already abysmally low, partly because of the societal stigma that faces those victims. A lot of victims are too /ashamed/ or frightened to come forward
about their assault, especially when how /difficult/ it is for the victim to go through with the case and all the trauma it brings to /constantly/ be talking about it.
Add onto that the fact that even convicted pedophiles and rapists often spend /no/ prison time at /all/.
Add onto that the fact that even convicted pedophiles and rapists often spend /no/ prison time at /all/.
The ones that /do/ get a sentencing often spend /half/ of it, and /most/ of them get out on parole in a few years.
Put all that together, and it’s perfectly reasonable why many victims never speak up and never get justice for the crimes committed against them.
And, truth be
Put all that together, and it’s perfectly reasonable why many victims never speak up and never get justice for the crimes committed against them.
And, truth be
told, he thinks Dazai is doing the world a /favor/.
Is murder okay? No, absolutely not.
But is the low sentencing for rapists and pedophiles okay? Also no, absolutely not.
And in some way, he feels like a /serial killer/ is stepping in and providing justice to victims that
Is murder okay? No, absolutely not.
But is the low sentencing for rapists and pedophiles okay? Also no, absolutely not.
And in some way, he feels like a /serial killer/ is stepping in and providing justice to victims that
the government has historically refused to provide.
So yeah, the man /is/ a feral beast, the government is a /fool/ to keep putting him in the same quarters as his preferred victims, but Chuuya can’t say he’s not doing /some/ good. Hell, he’d probably give this man a /salute/ on
So yeah, the man /is/ a feral beast, the government is a /fool/ to keep putting him in the same quarters as his preferred victims, but Chuuya can’t say he’s not doing /some/ good. Hell, he’d probably give this man a /salute/ on
his way to the death penalty.
It’s also /interesting/ because it’s not like Dazai could ever be called a /moral/ person— that chance went out the window when his /second/ victim in prison was found with his /throat ripped out/ by those lethal fangs of his, which is why he’s now
It’s also /interesting/ because it’s not like Dazai could ever be called a /moral/ person— that chance went out the window when his /second/ victim in prison was found with his /throat ripped out/ by those lethal fangs of his, which is why he’s now
/required/ to wear a muzzle when anyone is /unarmed/ around him— but the murders /are/ justifiable, in a sick, twisted, /extreme/ way. He always plays it off like he murdered them for /fun/, and not because of /justice/—
But his victims, at least the ones in prison, are
But his victims, at least the ones in prison, are
always the same type.
It really makes Chuuya wonder /why/. Why murder those two girls— who are presumed to be /innocent/ so far— and then spend his entire prison career brutally taking out the /worst/ criminals? It doesn’t make sense.
On screen, there’s a flurry of movement.
It really makes Chuuya wonder /why/. Why murder those two girls— who are presumed to be /innocent/ so far— and then spend his entire prison career brutally taking out the /worst/ criminals? It doesn’t make sense.
On screen, there’s a flurry of movement.
The courthouse doors open up, and out comes a /squad/ of policeman, all of them armed and alert. It’s hard to tell if they’re protecting the people or protecting the /lone/ person in the middle of their ranks from the people outside.
“There he is now,” the reporter mutters,
“There he is now,” the reporter mutters,
taking a step closer only to be pushed back by an oncoming policeman. She pushes her mic out into the crowd, shouting to be heard over the din, “Dazai Osamu, do you have any words?”
The /look/ he gives her /screams/ of how absolutely idiotic he finds the question— he /still/ has
The /look/ he gives her /screams/ of how absolutely idiotic he finds the question— he /still/ has
the muzzle on which is /not/ conducive to speaking— but he /does/ raise his handcuffed hands in answer. He spreads the first two fingers of his hand in a V, bringing it to his mouth and sticking out his tongue in a /clearly/ obscene gesture, winking into the camera just in /case/
the crowd doesn’t /get/ it—
The picture freezes there, a picture of Dazai making a /suggestive/ gesture into the camera, the tattoos of a twisted dragon eating its own tail on his cheek and the tattooed /hands/ around his throat clearly visible.
The next sip of Agatha’s tea
The picture freezes there, a picture of Dazai making a /suggestive/ gesture into the camera, the tattoos of a twisted dragon eating its own tail on his cheek and the tattooed /hands/ around his throat clearly visible.
The next sip of Agatha’s tea
is clearly disgusted. “What a disgusting beast,” she mutters, “He should have his teeth filed.”
Chuuya winces, his own fangs aching in sympathy. Sure, the gesture isn’t /appropriate/ by any means, especially considering the man he recently murdered, but even he would say that
Chuuya winces, his own fangs aching in sympathy. Sure, the gesture isn’t /appropriate/ by any means, especially considering the man he recently murdered, but even he would say that
filing down his fangs is a /drastic/ measure.
Filing includes anesthetizing the patient and using a /drill/ to file down the fangs until they’re too dull and flat to be harmful. A quick, relatively painless procedure that often leads to /lifelong/ dental issues.
Alpha’s have
Filing includes anesthetizing the patient and using a /drill/ to file down the fangs until they’re too dull and flat to be harmful. A quick, relatively painless procedure that often leads to /lifelong/ dental issues.
Alpha’s have
increased nerve endings in their teeth, an evolutionary left over. When their fangs are filed down, even if done properly and /humanely/, it leaves their teeth horribly sensitive with the nerves exposed. It can lead to dietary problems, jaw problems, a possible need for
/reconstruction/ in order for the Alpha to live a normal life again.
It’s a drastic measure, and one that’s considered /inhumane/ to do without the express desire of the patient or as a medical necessity.
And the entire /world/ knows— Dazai’s Osamu’s teeth work /very/ well.
It’s a drastic measure, and one that’s considered /inhumane/ to do without the express desire of the patient or as a medical necessity.
And the entire /world/ knows— Dazai’s Osamu’s teeth work /very/ well.
“It’d probably be better if they just stopped putting him in the same areas as the people he obviously likes to target,” Chuuya counters, shrugging. “It’s almost like he’s being set up. Everyone knows he’ll keep killing if he keeps being given the chance.”
“Honestly, they should
“Honestly, they should
just put him down,” Agatha sighs, reaching over and forcibly changing the channel on the TV, “Rabid dogs should be put down before they taint the bloodline.”
That’s…a /harsh/ way to look at it, one that completely removes Dazai’s humanity and puts him on the scale of something
That’s…a /harsh/ way to look at it, one that completely removes Dazai’s humanity and puts him on the scale of something
/lesser/.
Like an animal. Not that he thinks Dazai is particularly /humane/ and a good person worthy of kindness and consideration—
But he /is/ still a person.
(And Chuuya will, eventually, be /very/ protective of his ‘bloodline’.)
Besides, the death penalty in Japan is
Like an animal. Not that he thinks Dazai is particularly /humane/ and a good person worthy of kindness and consideration—
But he /is/ still a person.
(And Chuuya will, eventually, be /very/ protective of his ‘bloodline’.)
Besides, the death penalty in Japan is
a /controversial/ topic, especially in regards to someone who is so /clearly/ not mentally stable. With how hard that humanity rights groups have been pushing the government to change the /outdated/ execution method of /hanging/, it’s incredibly hard to sentence a criminal to
death row these days.
“Anyways,” Agatha pushes on before he can come up with a response to that, “enough of that nonsense. Have you talked to your father recently?”
“Kensuke?” Chuuya asks, frowning. “Not recently.”
Well, not since their scheduled bi-weekly lunch meeting. That
“Anyways,” Agatha pushes on before he can come up with a response to that, “enough of that nonsense. Have you talked to your father recently?”
“Kensuke?” Chuuya asks, frowning. “Not recently.”
Well, not since their scheduled bi-weekly lunch meeting. That
went well, no arguments and barely any tension, and he’s actually looking forward to their /next/ lunch, because Kensuke said he was going to show him to this lovely new restaurant he found—
“/No/, silly. Your /real/ father.”
Honestly, Agatha’s penchant for insinuating that
“/No/, silly. Your /real/ father.”
Honestly, Agatha’s penchant for insinuating that
his biological father—Kensuke— isn’t his /real/ father while his step-father— Verlaine— /is/, is irritating.
He understands /why/— Agatha comes from a semi-broken home, just like he does, and he doesn’t blame her for the resentment she holds toward her biological father— but
He understands /why/— Agatha comes from a semi-broken home, just like he does, and he doesn’t blame her for the resentment she holds toward her biological father— but
sometimes it feels like he’s being /pushed/ into hating Kensuke for what he did all those years ago.
And he doesn’t /want/ to hate him. Sure, it was shitty for him to leave his wife and kid, but Chuuya /understands/, now that he’s an adult and has his own understanding of mental
And he doesn’t /want/ to hate him. Sure, it was shitty for him to leave his wife and kid, but Chuuya /understands/, now that he’s an adult and has his own understanding of mental
health and relationships.
That’s still his /father/. He still loves him, still /wants/ to love him, even if things are messy and complicated.
“No,” he sighs, not pushing it, choosing instead to take out his phone again and text Oda back. “I haven’t talked to Verlaine. Heard
That’s still his /father/. He still loves him, still /wants/ to love him, even if things are messy and complicated.
“No,” he sighs, not pushing it, choosing instead to take out his phone again and text Oda back. “I haven’t talked to Verlaine. Heard
he was going on a business trip with some of his colleagues though.”
Agatha takes a pointed sip of her tea, elegantly shaking her long mane of hair out so it tumbles down the length of her straight spine. “He called me the other day, to say that he’d /love/ for you to come. I
Agatha takes a pointed sip of her tea, elegantly shaking her long mane of hair out so it tumbles down the length of her straight spine. “He called me the other day, to say that he’d /love/ for you to come. I
really think you should go. It would be fun! Bonding with your dad, getting to know the business more…”
Chuuya makes a /face/, because he knows damn well that ‘business trip’ for Verlaine just translates into a group of middle-aged men betting on Mahjong games, and he’s not
Chuuya makes a /face/, because he knows damn well that ‘business trip’ for Verlaine just translates into a group of middle-aged men betting on Mahjong games, and he’s not
interested. Not only because that sounds /boring/ to do for three days straight, but also because he’s /really/ bad at Mahjong. He’s not trying to lose all his money, even if he /did/ become a gambling man like his step-father.
(A trait that will both harm him and /help/ him.)
(A trait that will both harm him and /help/ him.)
Besides, he already made other plans for his next three days off work.
“Can’t,” he says, shooting off a text, “I already promised Oda I’d help polish his latest manuscript so he can send it off for final editing. His agent wants it before next week.”
Which isn’t a /lot/ of
“Can’t,” he says, shooting off a text, “I already promised Oda I’d help polish his latest manuscript so he can send it off for final editing. His agent wants it before next week.”
Which isn’t a /lot/ of
time, but he’s been editing Oda’s writing for years now. They have a system and everything.
“Oh, you’re still on that?” Agatha sighs, like hearing the fact that he’s /still/ interested in writing is a pain to hear. “I thought you’d finally given up on that silly dream and was
“Oh, you’re still on that?” Agatha sighs, like hearing the fact that he’s /still/ interested in writing is a pain to hear. “I thought you’d finally given up on that silly dream and was
/finally/ focusing on your career.”
/This/ is exactly why he hasn’t written in months, even though his own agent has been /hounding/ him for another manuscript he promised.
When he was busy finishing up college—two years ahead of his class— he somehow managed to push out
/This/ is exactly why he hasn’t written in months, even though his own agent has been /hounding/ him for another manuscript he promised.
When he was busy finishing up college—two years ahead of his class— he somehow managed to push out
/three/ manuscripts. Two of which managed to sell semi-well, and gained him the reputation of an up-and-coming horror novelist.
And he /liked/ that. It wasn’t enough to make a full-blown /career/ of—at least, not yet— but there was something so genuinely satisfying whenever he
And he /liked/ that. It wasn’t enough to make a full-blown /career/ of—at least, not yet— but there was something so genuinely satisfying whenever he
walked into a bookstore and found his books tucked somewhere near the back. He wasn’t as /popular/ as Oda was—understandable because romance is a much more popular genre than horror is, especially because Fyodor is helping him turn a few of his ideas into /mangas/— but it was
still so /satisfying/. It felt /so/ good to get recognition for his hard work, to see all those hours of half-crazed writing in the middle of the night /finally/ getting some recognition and exposure.
And maybe he would never make a /career/ out of it. That’s fine, he wasn’t
And maybe he would never make a /career/ out of it. That’s fine, he wasn’t
expecting to go in and make /thousands/ of yen writing books. It’s a hobby, something he’s enjoyed doing for years, and a stress-reliever.
A stress reliever that he hasn’t had /access/ to in over a year, because his parents are pushing him to further his career in order to
A stress reliever that he hasn’t had /access/ to in over a year, because his parents are pushing him to further his career in order to
provide for his future family, and Agatha views writing as some sort of time-wasting superfluous hobby.
Plus, she /really/ does not enjoy horror as a genre, so it makes it hard to look for inspiration material. At this point, he’d even watch shitty horror movies just to /feel/
Plus, she /really/ does not enjoy horror as a genre, so it makes it hard to look for inspiration material. At this point, he’d even watch shitty horror movies just to /feel/
something. Just for a /spark/ of inspiration.
“Yeah,” he mutters, cleaning up his dishes so he can start to get ready to go. “Plus, I haven’t seen Oda in a few weeks. I’ve missed him. It’s about time we had lunch together.”
Agatha, at least, has the grace to not comment on
“Yeah,” he mutters, cleaning up his dishes so he can start to get ready to go. “Plus, I haven’t seen Oda in a few weeks. I’ve missed him. It’s about time we had lunch together.”
Agatha, at least, has the grace to not comment on
what she thinks about Oda.
They had a /lot/ of fights in the beginning of their relationship because she thought Oda was a /bad influence/ who was keeping him /distracted/ and from fully committing to their relationship.
Chuuya was /firm/ in that he would /never/ give up his
They had a /lot/ of fights in the beginning of their relationship because she thought Oda was a /bad influence/ who was keeping him /distracted/ and from fully committing to their relationship.
Chuuya was /firm/ in that he would /never/ give up his
best friend and that, even though they might be /closer/ than two Alpha’s might be, it didn’t /mean/ anything.
And then Oda came out as trans, and while Chuuya doesn’t really….understand it, per se, his emotions tangled and confusing and too /much/ whenever that conversation
And then Oda came out as trans, and while Chuuya doesn’t really….understand it, per se, his emotions tangled and confusing and too /much/ whenever that conversation
comes up, he was /supportive/ and Agatha was… not.
But eventually she learned that while she can wear Chuuya down on /most/ things, especially when she has support, this is the one thing he won’t waver on, and she learned to let it go.
“How long are you going to be out?” She
But eventually she learned that while she can wear Chuuya down on /most/ things, especially when she has support, this is the one thing he won’t waver on, and she learned to let it go.
“How long are you going to be out?” She
asks instead. “I was going to make dinner for you and your mother tonight.”
Now doesn’t /that/ sound delightful. Chuuya loves Rimbaud, he does, but he’s the eldest child and the only Alpha and he’s /overbearing/. Always fussing over Chuuya like he’s still a child that needs to
Now doesn’t /that/ sound delightful. Chuuya loves Rimbaud, he does, but he’s the eldest child and the only Alpha and he’s /overbearing/. Always fussing over Chuuya like he’s still a child that needs to
guided through life instead of the full-grown adult he is. Always gossiping with Agatha about ‘omega talk’ and asking Chuuya if he /remembered/ to ‘sign up for that website he sent him a few weeks back’, fussing over him making friends with the “other alphas”.
When he was
When he was
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