Suicidal's Masterplan

--- Third Person's POV ---

"How unusual... For you to accept my invitation, are you sure you're okay, Shizu-sensei?" Dazai asked the masked hero who calmly sips through her tea under her mask.

It was a place where you'd call a café.

They got quite the stares for the fact that the B-ranked suicidal adventurer and the conquered of flames sit down together to enjoy some tea.

"I suppose having tea with an acquaintance will not hurt? Isn't that right, Dazai-san? And please don't call me 'Sensei' outside." The masked hero stated.

 "Well whatever, so do you need anything else, aside from shocking my fragile heart with your sudden kindness~?! Are you planning to make my heart melt before instantly giving me a cold shoulder to torture the little old poor me~?! Oh! How evil! Demon!" The suicidal seems to have plastered crocodile tears on his face, comically accusing the hero of tyranny.

"You're the demon..." Shizue Izawa reacted flatly under her masked. But brushing off the previous deadpanned face she had, she sterned her voice further.

"Dazai-san... I want to ask your help once more---" She stopped her mouth from saying those words. She understood clearly that her mask was the only reason why the demon in front of her accepted to live as a human in society. At least that's what her disciple, Yuuki said.

Of course, that doesn't mean she isn't curious either.

The hero who saved her in the past gave it to her to control Ifrit's power.

But who made it?

Why does she have it?

And how did it suppress ifrit's power?

As to why the primordial of black himself was very intrigued by an item of her possession?

It just created a huge question inside her head.

Shizu looked at the demon-turned-suicidal human who had a calm smile on his face.

"What is it? Do you need help? You can always count on me." A smile as if it were meant to be shown to a friend.

Why does he show such a face in front of her? ---Was what she thought.

"Are you... really going to help me? without any payments?" (Shizu)

"Well, not exactly. I would help you, but I'll try to gain profits for everything that I do. Of course, I can at least hold back if it's a friend like you. I'll make sure not to make you uncomfortable or do something to gain your distrust." That's what he said, but...

"...Nevermind. It's not really a big deal." Shizue ended her thoughts at that.

But the smile on Dazai's face faded. "I see..."

They then spend some more time together in tea and confectionaries inside the cafe.

But there was this feeling that Shizue can't get off her chest.

The weird feeling when Dazai's eyes that were looking at her lost their sparks as if he was disappointed as if he knows something but decided to leave it.

In truth, however... "Let's meet up again once in a while, my treat of course." The man full of bandages already knew what she wanted to say.

"Can you help me control Ifrit?" ---That was the sentence that would've been spouted by the conqueror of flames if she had not brushed it off.

"I'm a bit disappointed for not being able to meet your expectations, but let's meet again... Shizu-san." Thus, his words gained the Champion's attention for a while.

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"Shizu-sense! What kind of training are we doing today!?"

"Hmm... Let's see~ since everyone has gotten new friends (spirits) it's a must for you all to know each other, right?"

The kids have been saved, laughter can be heard through the training grounds; inviting the other students to wonder, what happened with the problem children of their academy.

Only for them to sight the A class and their teacher, with smiles like they never had before plastered on their face.

It... was a beautiful sight.

On the other side of the city, in a certain bar... two guys shared a drink.

"I still can't believe that even turned into a misunderstanding too... Oi, Dazai are you listening?" Masayuki asked the suicidal guy beside him whilst he sipped on the tea in his hand.

A tea inside a bar, seriously?

"You might not believe it... But it is all because of your unique skill. So blame it on that." The suicidal played with the sphere-shaped ice when he stated these.

"Sigh... How did you even know about this stuff?" (Masayuki)

"Well, give you enough time, and it'll be as if you're remembering some P*kémon's types and weaknesses" (Dazai)

"Again, how did you know about that...?" (Masayuki)

They seemed to be very talkative with each other.

Suddenly...

"Hey, Masayuki-kun..." (Dazai)

"Un?" (Masayuki)

"Do you really think... I won't find out about it?" Dazai asked of these without showing much emotion.

"Eh?"

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[A few days later]

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--- Yuuki Kagurazaka's POV ---

Artificial Spirits eh...?

How curious...

Dazai's ability to evade the point is rather superb.

But now I am able to bring 『Creator』 to a whole another level thanks to him.

This is very convenient.

*Click*

Hm? While I was busy with my mind... The window suddenly opened up.

From then... A blur, no... A figure went in.

I remember this presence quite well...

"Laplace-kun... What did I tell you about using the window?"

It's him... He must've had something to report to me. I wonder if we wanted to inform me something of Clayman's progress.

That's what I thought.

But I was flabbergasted.

What he told me.

Was something I couldn't have ever imagined.

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What is this?

"Yuuki-dono! That Masayuki guy that you brought to our bar a few months ago!" (Laplace)

Masayuki?

What do you mean?

Why... is he dead?

His body was found laying down behind the bar we used to hang around.

His face had a smile plastered, even though his whole body was decimated.

Everything seems to be as if he was minced except his head.

Someone who's this skilled, there shouldn't be anyone.

Masayuki's 『Chosen One』 Should've interfered with his fate immediately.

Someone who is able to bypass this...

Who is it?

The only one I can think of...

"So he's an enemy after all"

My teeth hurt.

It feels as if I am gritting my teeth hardly.

≪It was him, you know it's him, don't you?≫

He started talking inside my head again... Velda... The self-proclaimed god that lives inside my head.

≪That's why I warned you that Human was dangerous, or was it a demon? He doesn't look like a demon from his Magicules≫

Shut it.

≪That guy fights with claws he made by manifesting and altering his material body≫

That's not the point.

≪He sliced his enemies into smaller pieces if he don't have any reason to keep their corpses≫

Shut up.

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≪Why do you look so angry?≫

Angry?

Wait... me?

isn't it normal for one to experience an emotion called anger when one of their loved ones passed on?

But do I need something like that?

But this time it's... different.

It was just like before I came to this world.

Thinking that everything was a pain; that everything is troublesome; that everything was worth hating.

Hated that world that doesn't make any sense.

Hated the culprit who killed anyone out of accidents.

Resented the world for the fact that ideals overlapped with what justice actually was.

The face of anger that I had never shown to anyone was there, on my face.

I manipulated many people in the past, yet why is my face like this?

Ah, right...

Haha...

I realized now...

At some point that guy (Dazai) and also that guy (Masayuki)...

I considered them as my "Friends".

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To be continued.