A Day In The Fated Future
Location - Unknown
(Dazai Crowley's POV)
While I was busy lost in my own thoughts, Blair had simply laughed at my flustered reaction, deeming it to be "cute", before sitting up to do something else.
"A fallen angel, huh. A god who put her happiness above all else, even going as far as to fall from grace. Heh. When you put it like that, I suppose that is a better way to word it." She murmured aloud.
Apparently my opinion was more effective than I expected. Although it was formed from my true thoughts, I also spoke it in a certain way that it became something that Blair needed to hear.
By doing it like this, not only did I gain some valuable brownie points, but I could tell that I was quickly cleared of further suspicion with her starting to place a little more trust into me.
Not going to lie, those few seconds from earlier could have immediately decided the victor in this "battle". Again, had I not been careful when she set up that counter trap of hers, well, let's just say we wouldn't be having this conversation right now.
But like most high risk situations, there is always profit to gain in return. And after exploiting a certain weakness I noticed earlier in her plan, I managed to come out on top and profit big time.
So as long as I maintain a friendly disposition in her eyes, there would be nothing stopping me from trying to make sense of this damn situation.
Let's hope you're a useful tool for me to exploit.
"I appreciate it, Dazai."
"What, for telling you what I think?"
"Mhm. It helped me….clarify some things."
Back when she was talking about her opinions on royalty, I knew at the very least, she needed some sort of change of mindset. But not once did I expect it to have cleared doubts of all things. This alone tells me a lot about Blair's mentality.
She's the type of person who is extremely self conscious of her internal conflicts. Her darkness manifests in the form of trauma and experiences which threatens to leave her shackled to her past.
And when her struggles become too great to handle, doubts start to kick in, which later begins to make her second guess herself and question her life.
The more I get to know her the more I have to ask myself; "Just what in the hell did you go through?"
"I'm going to freshen up in the bathroom and relax for a second. Recollect my thoughts, and whatnot." She said, as she began walking towards that room.
"Sounds good. I'll just be over here if you need me."
Then suddenly, she asked me yet another question so random but dangerous all the same….
"Well, since your offering, you mind helping me masturbate once or twice?~" She asked with a tilted head and a naughty smile.
Whether for good or for worse, my body jerked upwards, while shooting her with the most perplexed glare I could possibly muster.
"I beg your pardon!?" With a harsh tone, I strongly demanded an answer to her obvious tomfoolery.
"Hahahaha!~" She laughed again, except this time, it was directly at my face.
"What type of question is that!?" I asked, unable to comprehend what the hell was going on.
"It's the type you say yes to, duh~"
She spoke as if it was the most obvious thing to do in the world. This woman, I swear….
I couldn't help but sigh at her words, all the while taking a moment to recollect my original thoughts.
"Tempting offer, but how about…NO!?" I reply, placing special emphasis on the last word.
In response, she gave me a sharp "tch" of disappointment.
"Guess it looks like it's just me and you, old friend..."
Why the hell is she talking to her right hand?
Actually, nevermind….
"Oh, I know! Hey, Dazai. This place is your room right?" She asks me.
"Huh? Uh, not really, but I guess?"
By technicality, I suppose it was.
"Cool, do you know if you got any "toys" around here I could borrow?"
Did she really ask me that with a straight face?
With her jokes getting out of hand, I just couldn't take her seriously anymore.
"Now why the hell would I have something like that lying around here?"
"Hey, you never know what you boys these days might be into."
"GET OUT!"
Shouting aloud, I grabbed the nearest pillow I could find and violently threw it to her.
Unfortunately, she dodged in the nick of time by ducking for cover behind the bathroom door.
Satisfied to have her out of my sight, I let out a heavy sigh of relief. I would've collapsed on the bed by now and probably, (not really), taken a quick nap.
But that was when I noticed the bathroom door crack open with Blair's face peering through.
"Hey, Dazai?"
"What the fuck do you want now…?"
I assumed she was going to hit me with another series of playful yet quite annoying teasing, but for some reason, she gave off this mysterious aura that wasn't as chipper as her previous antics.
"What was her name? The noble I mean."
Feeling that odd energy coming from her almost immediately, I took her question seriously and responded in a like-minded manner.
"Her name…? Let me think, for a moment." I replied, asking for some time to reminisce for a second.
Surprisingly, despite my amnesia, for some reason it didn't take a lot of mental effort to recall "her" name.
"It was (???????)." I said, revealing her first name.
"Heh, what a beautiful name." She stated, with a sentimental tone.
"I guess. It doesn't sound all that special to me to be honest." I replied, shrugging my shoulders.
"Don't say that. You value her do you not?"
"Of course, I do."
"Then you should find value in all things about her, including her name and even the most trivialest of details."
"Y-you make a good point."
"Does she have siblings?"
"Just a little sister, if I recall correctly."
"Do you love either of them?" She asked.
But a moment of silence befell the two of us not even a second later. It was short lived, but felt eternal all the same.
In the mere blink of an eye, this situation became something I couldn't just scoff at or truly play off.
This was not some question I could simply sidestep.
One wrong move would only, albeit unintentionally, distance her away from me. Leaving a certain "reason" hindering me from answering properly….
I was too….reluctant….to speak up….
If I had a way to safely deflect this, I would have by now. But I also had to consider that even if I tried, she would simply bring it up later, all the while losing that sliver of trust I just claimed earlier.
And since Blair knows more than what she leds on, this practically left me no other choice but to answer her now.
Tch, fine if that's how you want to play and force my hand with something like that, then I might as well pull a little something of my own.
"Yes. I cherish her and her little sister and even treat the two of them as if they were my own family." I replied, trying to "hide in plain sight."
However….
"Good to hear…."
And with that, Blair closed the door behind her, leaving behind a mysterious silence in its wake.
Once it settled in, I felt an odd twitch of anxiety and anxiousness bubble inside me.
One for many different reasons.
For starters, I could feel a certain gap start opening in between us two. Although it was small and almost unnoticeable, I could still sense the rift being there.
….I guess, even with the help of wordplay, not even a twist of a "certain truth" would save me from a question like that, huh.
Honestly, it sucks how I couldn't salvage the situation in the way I wanted to, but when a man is confronted with a question like that, there is only so much damage he could hope to mitigate.
Well, what can you do about it? Whether or not if that was the right decision to make, I'm not some god who can undo what's already been done.
For now, I'll just have to look at the silver lining.