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“..i…” The man stumbled on his own words as blood began to rush out his poor forearms. Deep red makes a large contrast to lighter skin, especially on Osamu Dazai’s skin as he held a chunk of glass in the palm of his hand. The glass shard was practically covered in blood as he stood up, tripping over a few bottles of full, and empty sake as the bathroom was enveloped by Dazai’s presence.
“..hnn….” The détective grumbled deeply at himself in the mirror as he thought. “Why..?” He questioned. “Why me..?” The glass shard he held, felt like it vanished. Dazai could have sworn- but suddenly a knock at his door appeared. He quickly tucked his bloody woods under a thick cardigan as he went to answer the door.
Dazai opened the door but no one was there. Probably no one.. he thought. but when the young man looked down, a tombstone sat on his door mat. “Sakunoske Oda.” A breath he didn’t know he was holding slipped out as he began to hyperventilate. “Why..?” Dazai’s heart pounds in his very heart. “Why me..?” He repeated the question, as if wanting the package to answer it. He quickly slammed the door and stared at the bottle of pills he popped earlier. Damn these stupid psychotics. It toke away the pain but… brought it back in its own horrifying way. Dazai paced back in fourth stuck in a cycle of asking himself the same question. Should he go to sleep, or take more pills and drink alcohol? The man decided to go for the latter, but suddenly a small knocked appeared on his door.
”Hello? Dazai, i know you’re in here.” that voice.. Doppo Kunikida. One of Dazai’s partners at the ADA. “I’ll be out in a second!” Dazai shouted back at the man behind the door. He wrapped his arm up and threw a blanket over himself. The brunette just decided to pretend he was sick so Kunikida didn’t pry, but he was a human being. Who was curious of the other man’s act that could have fooled others. Kunikida practically let himself in, as he grew disgusted at the sight of his apartment and Dazai’s face all together. They both stared at each other for a few minutes before the taller became tired of this back and forth game. “why weren’t you at work?” Dazai tensed. The male paused and thought over his answer. “..sick..” He even sniffled to lay it on thick, but the moment kunikida’s nose caught the smell of blood Dazai was cooked.