There is more than one of him

Chapter 1

It was a rather normal day in the agency, Kunikida, Naomi, Tanizaki and Atsushi were working, Kenji was watering the plants, Kyouka was drawing something, Ranpo was eating candy, Yosano was in her infirmary probably preparing for her next victim, the president was in his office and Dazai was who knows where doing who knows what.

Then at some point during the day, there was a knock to be heard.

Immediantly most of the attention flew to the door, as it was likely a client.
"Come in!" Kunikida called out to the person.

The door opened and a man stepped in, Dazai wearing a black buisness suit instead of his usual attire. Or was it? It took Ranpo a moment, but after a closer look, he realized, no that wasn't Dazai, though they shared the same face and height, there were obvious differences.
This man looked much healthier, not as pale and skinny as Dazai was, there were no bags under his eyes from the lack of sleep, his cheebones weren't as visible and he wasn't wearing any visible bandages around the neck and neither were any to be seen on the visible part shortly after the wrist.

This wasn't Dazai, Ranpo might take him for a twin, but Dazai being mafia and all, him still having living family seems unlikely.

Ranpo realized that, Kunikida however didn't share that realization. Within a second, before the man could even say hello, he was standing in front of the man, screaming at him and then threw him across the room.

The man was terribly confused by this

"Oi, Waste of Bandages! Where do think you're coming from?! This is the thirs time this week that you're late! Have you ever considered not interrupting my scheduel! This is not some kind of hobby!! This is your job!! And what the hell are you even wearing!!" Kunikida screamed, while grabbing the man by the collar, there was a confusion written on his face.

Ranpo was about to stop Kunikida, but he wanted to know the physical ability in combat, depending on what the man did next, he would speak to him or would shoot him.

The man, now held by his collar, was thinking very hard right now, it seemed he was debating, whether to take action or not, before he could come to a conclusion however, he was thrown across the room by Kunikida.

The idealist was about to go after him again, but Ranpo interrupted.

"Kunikida, stop that! He's a stranger, he's a client, he wants something from us, don't be rude!" Ranpo's voice let no room for discussion, whatever Kunikida has had on his tongue to conter died down, when he saw Ranpos face. He didn't exactly understand what was going on, judging by what Ranpo had just said, this man wasn't Dazai, but a client, he had to admit, the lack of clownish atitude was a fact. Dazai wouldn't stop with that behavior, if his life depended on it.

Though him and suicide were friends, so it didn't mean much. Point was the behavior was nothing Dazai would do.

"My apologies, Sir, are you alright?" Kunikida said to the man, while Ranpo went over to help him up.

Which was trange by itself, as Ranpo was rarely anything, but an arrogant, selfcentered show off.

"I am fine, no worries, though I must say, I did not expect to be thrown across the room, the second I entered" The man answered.

His voice sounded similar to Dazais, but just like everything else, more healthy, more human. It was neither the high pitched stuff Dazai put on for his clownish moments, nor the dead dread of nothingness he used sometimes on jobs. It was a casual male voice, a bit deeper than the usual, somethings they rarely heard Dazai use.