Things are not always what they seem

Things are not always what they seem. Kunikida knew this to be true despite his gullible nature. No, he did not fall for Dazai’s latest prank. Yes, he was naive. But he was a detective, and detectives knew this to be true. But this scene in front of him seemed too real to not be unreal. Dazai Osamu, the suicidal maniac, his partner, the man he had seen take down an entire armed squadron with a twisted ankle and a severe concussion and had borne witness to his survival of incidents no human being should be able to survive, could not have died of a stab wound. And yet here he was, bleeding out into the snow white suit despite his soul having already left his skinny body. This wasn’t even the first time, but right now they had no mysterious time-traveller who could allow Yosano to use her ability on him. That was the thing with No Longer Human; aside from its 0. 5 second activation time once Dazai is revived, it was uncontrollable and nullified any ability on contact so while it was deadly against enemies helpful abilities were of no help to Dazai. Once he died, thus rendering his ability useless, there was nothing Yosano or any healing capabilities could do to bring him back. Truly a double-edged sword. The shock looked like it had transitioned into greif for everyone but him; he seemed to be stuck in time unable to look away or move or even utter a word. This was Dazai for crying out loud, the same Dazai about whom he’d actually pondered whether he was immortal or not, multiple times. Dazai could not be dead. Dazai was his partner, the most annoying friend he ever imagined anyone could ever have- “No, you idiot, ” his weak voice cried out, -the irritating colleague who never completed his work on time, the one who made him realize he was going too far with his ideals after only knowing him for a few days- “Come on, wake up, ” he bent over and simultaneously raised Dazai’s lifeless body into his arms, the messy chocolate hair coming to rest against his shoulder, -the absolute genius alongside whom they were known as one of the top detective duos of Yokohama, the smartest and one of the most indecipherable and trusted people in Kunikida’s book - he was one of the most incredible people he had ever known, and Kunikida knew he would miss him and his stupid jokes terribly. “Please, ” he choked out. The blood continued to seep out into the white waistcoat underneath his hand, and his body slowly lost its warmth. There was nothing Kunikida could do to stop it, no matter how strong his conviction to his ideals may be. ____________________________________________________________________________ Kunikida was right. Dazai had not died of a stab wound. He had died of the lethal anaesthetic the blade had been coated in. Yet, he had died. Inexplicable.