"Doppo, you're boring me! Only one death and you're already suicidal." Dazai huffs as he flips through several websites at random on Kunikida's laptop. "I mean, didn't you do a good thing by killing this guy?"
Despite Kunikida's attempts to throttle the Shinigami, the blond manages to hit air every single time. Seeing the brunet casually handle everyday objects—with the occasional apple in hand—irritates Kunikida. Even though Kunikida is angry, in denial, and still in fear of this monstrous entity...he doesn't have it within himself to hate this creature fully. Dazai had, in his own way, taken care of him when he had done nothing more than sulk at his own stupidity.
Still, a part of Kunikida wants to end all of this. Maybe go to prison. Maybe kill himself via the Death Note.
What does it matter? He betrayed his ideals for the sake of some monster's silly fascination with humans.
What was up with that anyway?
"That's not the point!" Kunikida yells. He visibly pales as he stared at his apartment walls, all too aware that the walls are too thin. "And keep it down, people could be listening."
"I already told you, I can't be seen or heard unless someone touches the Death Note." Dazai thinks for a second. "Which is too bad. Only one person is beholden to my beauty and it happens to be a guy that doesn't appreciate the gift I've given him."
Kunikida growls before snatching the laptop away.
"Look, this might be all some game to you, but I just killed Yokohama's most dangerous criminal. There are bound to be repercussions."
Dazai rolls his eyes.
"There's no evidence other than a sudden heart attack. Relax, it's not like you knew the guy personally."
"But I killed a man."
Dazai shrugs, already bored with his human plaything.
"So have I, but you don't see me crying aimlessly over this type of thing."
At that moment, when hearing the callousness in Dazai's voice, Kunikida marches over to the supernatural entity and makes a grab for the brunet's front. However, like any other time, Kunikida's hands only pass through harmlessly. Still, that doesn't dampen his ire. In fact, one could even say that he grew even angrier when he saw that his efforts were useless.
"You might be a Shinigami, but I am a human being. I am a man of ideals. Murder is not something to be taken lightly. Life is meant to be treasured; the taking of a human life is conceivably one of the worst crimes to be ever undertaken. How could you be so calm and callous? How can you look so human, yet act so monstrous?" The blond's eyes flow with tears. His knees buckle underneath him, the look of a defeated man completely weighing down his features.
A small movement from Dazai alerts Kunikida that he is approaching, but the blond refuses to look back at him.
"You're right," Dazai murmurs, more to himself than to the blond, "I don't understand."
There's a smile of sadness on Dazai's face, but Kunikida doesn't see that.
