"I am not insane. I am not insane." Kunikida chants to himself. He is currently chopping vegetables in order to stave off the creeping feeling that he is still being watched—which he is. "I am not insane."
"Hate to break it to you, Doppo," the being in the apartment says, "but that's not how insanity works."
"Not insane. Not insane. Not insane." With each "insane", the blond savagely chops a carrot to punctuate his statement. Years ago, when his mental state was far too obsessive compulsive to function in everyday society, he had turned to the rhythmic motions and sounds of ravaging vegetables into uniform fragments. His favorite vegetable is the carrot due to the sheer determination and focus he has to utilize whenever he chops up this particular brand of foodstuff.
"Aww...come on Doppo! I know I'm kind of a prick and all that, so many humans have told me that in the past, but do you really have to act so pissy? I feel like you're going to roast me alive."
Kunikida pauses in his chopping. He only stops because he cannot bear to listen to that stupid voice talking in his ear. It is so...unsettling and not ideal.
And he is out of carrots to chop.
There goes his budgetary projections for produce he had created earlier that month.
He turns around and finds himself facing a man who, for all intents and purposes, looked like a normal human. However, upon closer inspection, the more you looked at the man, the more Kunikida could see that he was otherworldly. His eyes glitter like an onyx gem. His hair is black as night, as wispy and curly as cobwebs. The strange man is dressed in a dark black suit, a trench coat drapes over his shoulders as if emulating a cape. But the worst part are the bandages.
Bandages cover the man's limbs. They cover his right eye, travel around his neck, around his arms. If Kunikida could hazard a guess, he would say that the bandages probably cover every inch of his skin except for his hands, feet, and face.
Just what are the wrappings hiding?
Regardless, Kunikida has his pride and he does not bow down to such a man...being...thing…
"Listen, I don't know who you—"
"Just call me Dazai."
"—are, why you're here—"
"To help you with the Death Note."
"—or what you are! So you better—"
"Shinigami."
"—answer—" The blonde pauses in the middle of his tirade, hazel eyes blinking in disbelief. "You're a—?"
Dazai's eyes twinkle with mischief as he stares Kunikida deep into his eyes.
"Indeed I am."
Kunikida's back straightens, his jaw clenches.
"Are you going to kill me then?"
"Kill...you?" The man's laughter chills Kunikida to the bones, so much so that he had felt his knife slip through his fingers and clatter to the floor. "No, I intend to have you kill for me."