"So what happens if I don't do what you ask? You're just going to kill me?" The blond sneers at the brunet, a look of pure anger nestling in his eyes. "Well, you know what? You may. You're free to write my name in your notebook…if you can."
Dazai's eyes, once cold and calculating, are alight with the flames of pure hatred and anger. The sheer passion and ferocity these emotions Dazai felt struck Kunikida to his core. There was just something so human—so familiar—about his expression that Kunikida felt himself stumbling back. Shinigami aren't supposed to look this human. Kunikida was expecting anger, yes, perhaps even death, but this was far from expected.
"Hmm, you're smart for a human." Dazai mumbles as he takes a seat on Kunikida's table. His eyes soften from his previous anger. Now, they are nothing more than dark voids with an unfamiliar sense of despair and nothingness within them. "There's hope for you yet."
Kunikida dares not breathe. Dares not whip out the Death Note and perhaps try to kill this monster.
That's what monsters are for, right? And he's obviously the hero, right?
"Then perhaps…perhaps instead of killing more humans, maybe I should aim higher, hmm?" At first, Kunikida's words are halting, but then he gains his momentum like a ball rolling down a hill. His words are brash and offensive, a tone that has Dazai chuckling and rolling about in midair.
The effects are startling.
"Are you threatening to kill me?"
"If that's what it takes to get you to leave me and those I cherish alone, then so be it." There. He said it.
His voice is one of conviction—a trait that Dazai immediately recognizes.
"Humans!" Dazai laughs with reckless abandon. "Humans are so interesting!" The brunet settles down before peering down at his human charge. "Try it, Kunikida Doppo. I've been trying to kill myself for so long…and you're so smart…perhaps you can finally kill me."
