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I looked around this blank room I woke up in. Nothing much that stands out; just a rug, couch, and walls. The only thing that really stood out to me was the man lying on the floor. He was still asleep. I tapped his head lightly with my foot, and he shot straight up.
He looked around the room, looking confused for a second, but then his expression looked as if he knew why he was there. He was sort of skinny, with an odd tan overcoat and messy dark hair.
He then looked at me. "What's your name? Are you working with the Decay of Angels?"
I tilted my head a little. What is the Decay of Angels? Is it some sort of demon?
"My name is Giyuu Tomioka," I answer.
"Nice to meet you, Giyuu, my name's Dazai," he replies, making a stupid grin. He looks me up and down, then walks to the couch and sits down. I stared at him for a few seconds, but eventually looked away, mainly because Kocho said staring is rude. Dazai looks up at me and asks, "So, what do you do for work?"
"I hunt demons," I reply.
He laughs a little bit. "Sounds fun. I work with the Armed Detective Agency. We're a group of ability users who watch over Yokohama." Dang, his grin looks really stupid now. He opens his mouth to continue talking and laughing. "You hunt demons? I know a demon that needs to be gone."
"Just tell me where it is, and I shall slay it," I say, drawing my sword.
He laughs even more at this. I don't understand what's so funny, but he's having the time of his life laughing up a storm. Was it my haori? That's definitely gotten many laughs out of people and demons.
After Dazai is finished with his laughter festival, he looks back to me. "Don't worry, my friends from the agency should have us out of here soon."
I was a little worried about that. Upon awakening in this room, I had not seen any doors or windows. I thought I had crossed over to the afterlife.
I decided that since I was stuck with Dazai in this room, I might as well get to know him. Tanjiro is always telling me to make new friends after all. I walked over to the couch and sat down next to him, hoping he would start talking again.
I guess I didn't hope enough, because he looked dazed, sitting still on the couch with his eyes closed. I thought back to the duel Sanemi and I had for training, and Sanemi saying he disliked me. Tanjiro said it was just rivalry. I decided that would be a better conversation starter.
"Do you have any rivals, or anyone you hate?" I asked. Maybe that wasn't the best question to ask. But Dazai's whole face seemed to light up, as if he had been waiting for this moment his whole life.
"Oh my gosh yes!!!" he exclaimed. "When I was in the Port Mafia, a lot of the time I was paired with Chuuya to go on missions and complete tasks. He's short in height and temper. He always got so mad whenever I made jokes he didn't like!"
While Dazai continued ranting, I was able to see more of his facial features up close. I especially liked his eyes, they were a nice, dark shade of brown. I think I looked at them for too long, because after a while, Dazai stopped talking and was staring right back at me.
"Are you okay, Giyuu?" he asked, a little confused.
"I'm fine," I replied. "You can keep talking about your enemies."