Dazai sat alone in the Library, somewhere hidden between the large shelves in the restricted area, reading. There was always a certain feeling to the area, a feeling he grew addicted to just like the forbidden forest. Maybe it was just the idea he shouldn't be there. No matter- It has been two days since the accident. Two days of nothing but stares, whispers, and skipped classes and meals. At the moment he was actually skipping Herbology. He had skipped all day, from the moment he emerged from the forest it couldn't have been earlier than five in the morning, slipping into the library past the scolding paintings and sleeping librarian.

This so far has been the 'normal', he has been avoiding most students and for good cause! Ever since people learned Dazai fought, rumors nearly spun out of control. Some think he 'dominated' Chuuya (awful wording if you asked) overpowering such a strong boy easily. Whereas the others believe he nearly died by Chuuya's hand. Dazai really hadn't grasped just how dramatic these students were, how bored and lesser. Like they had nothing better to do with their time rather then just talk and talk and talk about him.

Of course Chuuya himself was no help to counter these tales, he just ignored them as a whole.

Dazai didn't have such luxury. He wasn't allowed a life outside of others beliefs. It's not as if he was scared, he was incapable of such emotion. No, he was annoyed. Because that fifty percent took it upon themselves to believe Dazai was weak. It's only been two day yet he managed to finesse his way out of three attempts of fights. All in an assortment of ways that Dazai would rather not relive due to the shame alone. Again, he was by no means scared. He was annoyed. Fighting in a brawl can end in many ways, they were a pain in the ass to predict and Dazai thrived on prediction.

It was an inconvenience.

Dazai was not weak, the mere thought of him being weak could make his father shutter his disappointment from whichever hell he is right now. Dazai was trained to be a drone, he was trained to follow in his dad's steps. And most of his life, that is what he planned to do. Before Oda at least.. though like with most things, Dazai would really rather not relived the past before he knew Oda. There was no room for weakness. To put it in perspective, he already knew two of the three unforgivable curses off by heart. He could cast them with his eyes closed. However, his training luckily cut off the last and notably worse.

Every now and again he would wonder to himself if knowing the last curse would change anything, chance who he was and 'fate' as they call it.

He could fight a quarter of the whole school without batting an eye, even a few of the teachers just due to his brains (not so much brawn- his wand really was a pain in the ass). Not to brag of course! Just to explain. It was one of the reasons he hadn't wanted to go here in the first place, the risks.

Dazai had great control over his few emotions, he wasn't reckless, every move he makes is thought through thoroughly. Every word he utters has reason. Every glance, every breath. It was just who he was, it was engraved into him. His predictions have never in his life been wrong and he is a master at manipulating others. But there was always a risk. A risk his faint emotions could spiral out of his control due to a trigger.

And Dazai fears he has already been triggered by something. 

Skipping classes and going unseen was all he could do in the meantime, at least until he came up with an idea to reinstall fear into those who think they are 'better' than him. A way better than making them bend down in submission (again with the awful wording. What is wrong with this students?) spreading the word he should be feared and smearing his name further through the dirt. He already had his fathers rumors, confirming them by harming a student with his wand would not end well.

But this wasn't so bad, going into hiding for a little, getting such free time to study things in the restricted area is rather entertaining. He already knew quite a lot of it due to his father, though overall learning new secrets of the building was certainly useful. Like at the moment he was currently reading a book on suicide methods, though the more he read the more it seems like murder techniques-

Sighing, he turned the page after seeing another torture methods rather than what he was looking for much to his ever growing disappointment. However, his pathetic reading was rather rudely interrupted by that very book being kicked out of his hand. Kicked by a very small foot mind you. Dazai just stared down at his now empty hands, unimpressed. "What? Is the stupid hat-rack here to assault me again?" Looking up rather calmly, his eyes met a rather pissed looking Chuuya who glared down at him.

"I fucking knew you would be in some weird ass place that you weren't supposed to be." He belittles, much to Dazai's added annoyance, "Now c'mon jackass. Were going to fuckin class." Taking a step back and motioning for Dazai to follow with his head, because his hands were stuffed into his pockets.

Dazai merely rolls his eyes, making no move to stand. "Yeah? And why should I?"

Chuuya sputters a bit, "why- why should you? You're going to get me in further trouble here! Since you disappeared after I beat the shit out of you- they are blaming me for it!" He shouts in annoyance, Dazai rising to his feet as putting the book back to its respected area after grabbing the book that had been kicked.

"You really should stop yell, we are going to get caught if you keep that up. Besides, why does that matter to me?"

Chuuya didn't bother to hide his heavy glare, a look that could kill even if his voice lowers. "You know. If you want everyone to think you're a little bitch that lost to me so badly you had to go into hiding so fuckin be it. But I won't defend you unless you just go to class this once. After, I don't give two shits what you do. I'm not losing any more fuckin house points because of your dumbass."

Dazai stares at him for a long moment, considering. Before sighing loudly, "Chibi has one awful potty-mouth. I should wash your mouth out with soap." His voice bland and bored as he starts to walk. His way of admitting compliance without saying it.

Of course, Chuuya caught onto such. A smirk coming to his face as he jogs up to the short way he walked. "I bet you would like that, wouldn't ya? Freak."

Dazai just gasps dramatically, "I didn't realize the Slug was smart enough to make sex jokes! Now we wait for the over simplified dark blush to come to your face-" 

Chuuya just scoffs, rolling his eyes. "You really are a fuckin weirdo."

A comment that just makes Dazai flash him a wide smile. "By any chance do you happen to be into that?" Voice layered in a sarcastic tease.

Something that made him soon have to dodge a punch aimed for his arm.

"Shut the hell up, brat!" Emotions were such an icky thing. The way they would clog up his throat to the point he would have to clear it.

"Brat? You're the brat!" How they would fuzz over his head and cloud his judgement. Make him stupid. Make him weak.

"Yeah fucking right! You're the worst! A spoiled, stupid, brat!" His hands, they would grow sweaty and his chest would sink with something unfamiliar from how he should be. Empty.

"Glass houses, moron." It was nauseating. It would make his stomach churn and mouth dry.

"I- You bastard! I am not- Fuck you!" Dazai has experienced emotions before. Despair, disgust, irritation. But they were controllable, he knew what he had to do in those cases.

"What's that? A stumble I hear? Did I leave the slug speechless?" But this was different, it didn't feel like how those did.

"I will skin you alive then hang your gross skin to dry out on a flag post if you don't shut the fuck up." It was so weird.

"So morbid! I'm traumatized!" It was random. Emotions emerging unprompted. It wasn't good. It was bad.

"Fuckin good. I hope you cry." This would cause him to break.

"I just might!" And Dazai can't afford to break.

Chuuya shoves his shoulder, making Dazai chuckling quietly. Letting the air around them fade into something more kindred to comfortable silence. For now, it wasn't serious enough to acknowledge, so Dazai wouldn't. He could easily shy away from all of this and everything could go back to how it should be.

Him empty and alone. It was calm like that. He didn't need anyone other than maybe Oda.

Soon enough, the two made it to Oda's class a few minutes late. Everyone turns to watch as Dazai and Chuuya walk in, muttering insults to one another under their breath comments amongst themselves before sitting down at their desks.

All it took was for Oda to clear his throat for the two to shut up though along with the mumbles of classmates, looking up to him as looked out at the children. "HinkyPunk." He states simply, "Pull out your textbooks and turn to page seventy-three. The HinkyPunk creatures that have a smoke like appearance. They have no real features other than two protruding arms and a single leg, but they are by no means just mist." He begins explaining, "Confrontation is easy to avoid when it comes to these creatures, just keep out of their throwing range."

Dazai lazily slouched in his chair, listening slightly only because it was Oda who was talking. "The problem arises when you are close. If you are too close then there is a chance it will attempt to throw its flames from his lantern at you. Now, there is a simple three step procedure in order to deal with them. Does anybody know it?" Oda continued with his monotone voice, looking out amongst the surprisingly listening students. A few raised their hands, "Yes, Kajii." He points to a boy with an awful bowl cut.

"Firstly! You quickly corner it in a tight spot where. Then, Perform Lumos Duo on the Hinkypunk in question until the mist around it dissipates and it solidifies. Finally you must attack it with the Knockback Jinx a few times, causing it to disappear in a puff of white smoke." The boy from Slytherin explains.

Oda nods, confirming his explanation as he turns to scribble the steps in more detail on the chalkboard. While his back was turned, Chuuya shoved Dazai slightly to gain his attention, holding out a note to him. He looks down at the note before looking back up at Chuuya, mildly annoyed. His annoyance was clearly noticed by Chuuya as he glared. "Don't look at me like that. I'm delivering it for a friend." He dismisses, shoving the note in his hand before looking up to the board.

Hesitantly, Dazai looks down at. It was already mildly dirty and slightly water damaged paper. Flipping it open, he reads over the messy handwriting- even considerably worse than Chuuya's. ' Let's brawl. I dare you. After dinner, outside the exit by the Gryfindor dorms.' Dazai will give the person an ounce of credit, he was the first to successfully challenge him outright.

Looking up from the paper he met the challenging eyes of the silver haired boy. If Dazai remembered correctly, his name was Shirase. He could literally not have cared less. While maintaining eye contact, he slowly started to crumpled the paper in his hand, blank face as always before dropping it to the floor unbothered.

Immediately, Shirase glares heavily at him. Something Dazai ignores in turn to tune back into class.

"The knockback jinx is self-explanatory. Flipendo, it will knock the target back a lot like expelliarmus but weaker, something you should have learned in the first year of being here." Oda explains simply, writing down the name on the board.

Rather suddenly, the boy, Shirase, stands. Dramatically pointing at Dazai, much to his annoyance because he knew what was about to happen. "Flipendo! Dazai-" Turning to the irritated boy. "Won't you love to lose to that one while we brawl later!"

If you were to ask Dazai, it was lackluster... and embarrassing.

More then that- this is why he kept skipping class. Under the table denying or avoiding is easy. It's harder to spin off into rumors. However, when someone announces it to a whole classroom. If he doesn't show then he will be confirmed as 'scared' or whatever. He has dug a pretty deep grave here- god he should have never gone along with Chuuya.

"Shirase." Oda's voice is calm but there is an underline threat, a rare tone from him as is. "Unauthorized brawls between students are against school rules as you should be aware." Oda was trying to salvage the situation, Dazai could tell. But the damage was sadly already done. 

At that moment, a though accord to him. Why was he  trying to be the bigger person? Why was he avoiding these fight really? So what it's unpredictable, Dazai knew none of that really mattered. Not for people like this. Does that even matter much anymore? It's not like it could get that much worse. His reputation was in the gutter anyway, what good does holding back even do but cause more problems for himself?

The tone Oda held seemed to affect Shirase though as he quickly sat back down, still holding a stupid smirk though. Even if he actually picked the worst possible outcome for himself without knowing it-

God, all the things Dazai could do to him. Dazai could torture him if he so pleased. Of course he wouldn't, but he could. Dazai knew he would win this without even knowing the boy, just from that little moment he gathered all the information he needed and does Dazai plan on humiliating him for this little stunt he decided to pull.

After a few apologies by Shirase saying it was a dare to announce that, Oda continued on with class up until dismissal. The rest of the class had been quiet, everyone gathering their stuff was also quiet as soon it cleared out. All but Dazai who knew Oda would want to speak with him.

As he predicted, Oda didn't seem surprised in the slightest by him staying, instead he calmly approached his desk. "And you aren't going to fight, correct?" Oda already knew the answer because he (unlike anyone else) knew Dazai beyond just the surface.

"We both know I have to. But you don't have to worry, I won't do anything stupid. The bare minimum. Just enough to win in a way people will stop harassing me." Dazai explains simply, surprisingly not a lie. But not that surprising considering he really did care a lot about Oda.

Oda figured he was going, but the reassurance did ease some of the nerves he felt but not by much. "Alright if you must. Just make sure to stay out of too much trouble to the point I can't bail you out." Making Dazai genuinely smile a bit before standing.

"Thank you, Odasaku." Getting a nod from the man before he calmly turns to leave. Not having to collect anything since he didn't have anything that he brought, he opened the door only to immediately be grabbed and dragged away.

Dazai really didn't like being taken off guard. Has he mentioned that?

Stumbling behind in shock, he is pulled into an empty narrow hallway away from the watchful eyes. Though it took longer than he would like to admit aloud, he realizes he was being dragged by Chuuya as the redhead shoves him against the wall. Not hard enough to wind him but enough that it caused an uncomfortable ping to run down his spine. "You are not going to fight. Got it." He threatens wholeheartedly.

Recovering from his initial threat, Dazai looks down at him. "Oh yeah? Why not?" He mocks, an instinctual reaction.

Chuuya snarls (just furthering Dazai view on him being a dog honestly) "Because that's my damn friend and I refuse to let you fuck over his life here."

A sudden dark feeling washed over Dazai, his stomach churning in a disgusting way a way he didn't quite recognize strangly. "That brat challenged me." His voice was cold as he stared down at him with sharp eyes (well one eye) "so that's too bad."

Chuuya shoves his shoulder, "too bad? Stop talking like you are doing something here, it's fucking embarssing." He spits in frustration.

"Oh but I am. Maybe if you could keep your friends in check or if you had left me alone. You wouldn't have brought this onto yourself. Now if you'll excuse me- or if you wouldn't. I don't care. I will be taking my leave." Shoving past him, "if you want the fight off so badly, how about you talk to that oh so precious friend of yours. But make sure it's behind closed doors, no one wants to see the stuff you two would end up doing." Sealing the insult by making a 'jerking off' motion, turning away fully and ignoring his call out for him. Calmly disappearing into the crowded halls, making his way back to the common rooms, a trip that only took a few minutes despite the unneeded detour.

Stepping into his empty room that he would rarely sleep in, it is empty due to everyone doing dinner about to start soon. Dazai had.. Other plans.

Walking to the side table, he takes out all the drawers to reveal his bag hidden behind them, hidden as a safety net. He sits against the floor and pulls out the bag, casually pulling out a large bottle of half empty whiskey. In his defence, he started drinking at twelve and has been since. Smuggling it into the building was a pain in the ass but he managed mostly since no mentally sane individual would expect a fourteen year old to have a bottle of fucking whiskey.

How did he get the bottle in the first place? Yes.

Look, he needed it, at least for the later brawl to release some of his tension. To allow his tipsy mind to work smoother and frankly faster. He flicked off the cap and took a generous chug, it would taste better in a glass with some ice but Dazai didn't have the right access to such things. He moved better with this in his system.

Slouching against the side of his bed, he continued to take smaller sips until the nice fuzz set in. Enough from his head to clear and focus on the important things- also mind his pain tolerance gets a lot better when he isn't fully there.

He wanted to bask in the whisky for a little longer but he knew he was on a time crunch because fuck all knows how many people Shirase is telling this about. He seems like the type that would want to win with a crowd present in order to validate himself. Though, thinking about it, he will just end up humiliating himself.

Slowly, he stuffs the bottle back into his mostly empty bag- he really hadn't brought a lot of things. Shoving it back before putting the drawers back, standing up and stretching. To be safe he sprays a bit of stolen cologne and downs a few mints from his roommates to disguise the very distinct smell of alcohol.

Making sure he had his wand and throwing his robe on the bed for better mobility, Dazai took a long deep breath to collect himself, letting his blank face return as he left.

He isn't scared. He is a bit worried he might go overboard and seriously hurt this kid as arrogant as he sounds. Not like he cared much about if the kid got hurt, more of the fact he would get into a lot of shit if that were to happen. He wouldn't disappoint Oda by lying to him. Not again.

He wasn't powerful as he was resilient and knowledgeable. If he used the knockback charm it's not like he could send someone flying like Kouyou could do with him. Just enough to maybe make them fall back, stubble over their feet. But he could absorb the blow like none other. But that didn't change the fact that it added to the 'stress' of his want.

The audience he is sure to attend wouldn't help either but Dazai could manage. He always could.

And if he were to have an audience he never did mind putting on a show.

Making it to the area was easy, Dazai had a few moments to spare so he just leaned up against the building, fidgeting with the wand in his hand and watching the moon rise in the sky. Of course he didn't have to wait long before Shriase walked out, as predicted, a crowd trailing behind him. A girl standing beside him with bright pink hair, clinging to his arm. Dazai remembered her sitting a few seats behind them in defense against the dark arts.

Sighing quietly he shakes his head, pushing off the wall and holding onto the wand with a tight grip. "Shirase~ So glad you showed." He mocks, flashing him a wide patronizing smile. "I worried for a moment you would be too scared." Pouting a bit, continuing to mock and irritate him.

It's clear this crowd was one Shirase controlled, that would be annoying later if things go as he expected. But it's ok, they were all so painfully predictable he couldn't even break a sweat at the thought.

"Shut the hell up." He hisses, shrugging the girl off him, Yuan, as he pulls out his wand. He points it at Dazai in a way that is supposed to be threatening but it just ends up making Dazai snicker quietly.

In his defence, Shirase looked like a moron. "Oh dear! He is threatening me~ Is there still time to back out?" Faking a quiver in his voice, overdramatizing it all the same.

Of course, as Dazai expected, Shirase loudly and rather sloppily shouts and swings his wand, "Expelliarmus!"His predictably really would be his downfall.

Dazai's face falls into something blank, bored. "Protego." He utters, with a simple wave of his wand the spell is easily blocked. It is rather clear it took a few of the students off guard, adding to Dazai's hidden amusement.

If they didn't even know how to use the blocking charm, how the hell did they plan to win this? It's almost like they are insulting him by this brawl. "Pick your jaw up, it's grossing me out." He remarks, Shirase's agape mouth snapping shut. Before he was about to start trying to and overwhelming him with rapid-fire and frankly- stupid- jinxes, Dazai points his wand, focusing a great amount and taking a deep breath.

Using offensive spells were a lot more bothersome than defensive, they had the chance to backfire. Allowing the calm nothingness and fuzz guide him, he smoothly flicks his wrist, mumbling under his breath. "Levicorpus." It was a simple one, one he knew wouldn't be taught for a few more years (thanks to Oda) So no one would know the counter and it won't cause any real harm like he could do.

Shirase lifts up off the ground by his ankle, flailing around and in his struggle dropping his wand. The others watch the whole thing, looking between the two a little surprised if not confused. "What are you doing? Attack him!" Shirase shouts.

Again, so predictable it's almost painful. He jiggled Shirase around waiting for the rest of them to fumble with their wands. Five grabbing theirs before quickly pointing at him, shouting 'Expelliarmus'.

Dazai is quick to drop Shirase, moving quickly to block the spells with another Protego charm. Countering quickly in casting the Oppugno jinx, making a few rocks off the ground, fling and hit two of them in the eye, both curling over and crying out in pain. Shirase laid on the ground, groaning from falling on his head. There were around seven left counting Shirase and the whining two. So technically 4 useful people, the pink haired girl nowhere to be seen.

Seems as though someone took note of the fact magic wasn't working with his constant use of Protego, crouching down and trying to grab a rock that had been thrown at the two boys, they were a decent size too. He didn't even get to throw it before Dazai used another quick jinx, Revulsion.

The rock immediately forced out of his hand, landing on his foot as the boy let out a yelp in pain, crouching down to try and avoid the pain.

Really, all was going well, he was in control until he felt a sudden push, making him stumble as his wand flew out of his hand. Making him stumble in order to catch it. It burned, luckily a lot less than Kouyou did because this one was significantly weaker. His head snapped back in the direction of the two left standing (seemingly one ran off).

One held a triumphant smile, the other staring at him.

Taking a deep breath, he evened back out his breathing that threatened to turn erratic with irritation. Calmly, he casted Flipendo, the boy who had been looking at the other flying back and hitting the ground with a winded cry.

Keeping that panic inducing calm as he points the wand to the boy who smile fell quickly.

Now, the knee-reversal hex isn't earth shattering. It's exactly as the title says, it makes their knees and under backwards. However, it wasn't well known in the community. So, when the boy looks down to his now backwards legs, it posed quite the shock.

Dazai knew he was starting to escalate things, he needed to take a moment before he gets too worked up over something so dumb like a few kids trying to overwhelm him. He took a long deep breath, trying to ignore the shrills of horror probably from the boy.

However, he barely got a second before he felt a heavy force shove him back. He nearly lost his balance while stumbling. He knew it was the knockback jinx. He could tell. It threw his back a far, Dazai's feet digging into the ground as he refused to allow the boy the satisfaction of knocking him off his feet.

He felt it within himself, his composer snapping into something a lot more sinister. He had walked into this as a duel, not a seven vs one thing. He looked up to see Shirase standing up once more, holding a smirk until he seemed to actually see Dazai's expression, stumbling back.

No child should have that look. Not unless it was some kind of- "demon!" Shirase shouts, the word laced in fear and anger.

Dazai's expression didn't change as he slowly approached the boy, Shirase felt frozen under his gaze as he grew closer. "I can show you a demon if you would like."

Maybe it wasn't the best idea to drink before this. He heard a chant in the back of his head from his father's voice. 'Make him suffer till he begs for death. He deserves it. Do it. Show him how strong you are. You can't be pushed around by anyone. You are my son after all .' Shirase stumbled back, tripping over one of the rocks that lay dormant. Now Dazai towered over him.

' Go on. Use it. You know the one. It was the last one I taught you.' Dazai felt his hand being moved but he hardly processed it. ' Here. We can do it together like those years ago.'

The word was on the back of his throat.

' Cru-' He swears he feels a hand that wasn't really there over his hand, guiding him.

" Cur-" As if his voice wasn't his own.

' Cio.' His mind wasn't his own.

" Ci-" Something actually did grab his wrist, something real. A tight grasp that made the voice suddenly fade into nothing and the other false hand vanished.

His head snaps in the direction where the hand was coming from, eyes meeting with those all too familiar blue ones. The grip was painful, Chuuya held a look that expressed concern and anger.

It felt like he was forced back into his body. A harsh reality slap or something. "Why do you know that curse?" Chuuya hisses through gritted teeth, keeping it quiet enough so that Yuan, who was helping Shirase couldn't hear. Figures she would rush off and retrieve Chuuya. "And why the hell were you about to use it?"

Dazai blinks a few times, processing his words before looking him up and down. "You knew which one I was about to use. What's your excuse?" He accuses calmly, "because we don't learn that till next year."

This time Chuuya pauses, grip tightening on his wrist. "We are not talking about that. We are talking about the fact that you almost used it on Shirase."

Another break between the two, "yeah. I did. Are you going to tell anyone?"

Chuuya's eyes narrow, "why?"

"Because if you are not going to tell anyone, then I am not having this conversation." He says rather simply, something that makes Chuuya let go of his wrist pretty quickly. Taking his hand away as if Dazai's own burnt hand burned him.

Dazai hums, taking that as answer enough as he tucks his wand away, attempting to push away the growing exhaustion that was taking over him from him magic exertion. Using so many spells at one in such a short span really does take its toll on energy.. The burning in his hand and pounding in his head dragging him down. Turning around as he starts to walk away, ignoring the others who panicked behind him.

He needed to wind down- also if possible pick up some of the green gel from Yosano cause for fuck sakes his hand hurt like a bitch-