Kunikida's eyes flutter open.
He's still alive.
How was he still—
"Disappointed?" Dazai's voice is harsh, but there's a fondness in his eyes that has Kunikida taken aback.
Kunikida, having been rendered speechless, can only shrug half heartedly in response. Just what was Dazai playing at now?
"I think I like you," Dazai announces in a half declaratory, half mocking manner. "So, I won't kill you today."
"Then what were you writing in your notebook?"
Dazai holds out the notebook, careful not to let ownership slip into Kunikida's care.
Inside, in messy kanji that is all angry strikes and bold strokes is one name.
Dazai Osamu.
"Your name?" Kunikida gasps.
Dazai grins playfully before spreading his wings and flying into the mid afternoon light.