[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

"This is the end of the journey of innocent people." A clear and sharp baritone voice came slowly in the darkness, like a dark and lightless night poured into the open palm with the sudden night wind. A ray of moonlight in the sky, "However, if I lead the way, even the purest and innocent baby's soul can enter the dark abyss smoothly."

"Is Infernal Hell your backyard? Come as soon as you say, and leave as soon as you say?" The lazy Kansai accent came from the same thick darkness, and the sneering tone carried the master's usual banter.

The darkness of Infernal Hell is like a swamp devouring everything. It is so thick that even the sound of toes hitting the ground is completely swallowed up, but it keeps blocking the most ambiguous chuckle from the man: "This is probably the so-called 'privilege'. Right? After all, if I seriously pursue it, I can be counted as a creature conceived and born from this piece of darkness called Infernal Affairs, and the darkness that others regard as daunting is just returning to my mother’s womb.”

The elegant and rich fragrance of red sandalwood spreads in the boundless darkness. A lantern made of sandalwood and masked with bones suspends silently in the darkness. The lamp flickers smoothly, and the dim but persistent light dispels the darkness between square inches, reflecting half a piece of gold and silver thread on the wide sleeves, swimming dragons, snakes, clouds, flying sky and demon moon like hooks.

The light from bottom to top casts shadows swaying and turbulent under the handsome face of the man, and the light smile on the cool lips is faintly visible in the twisting and jumping firelight, like a Ukiyo-e with beautiful colors and heavy ink, In the glamorous and charming atmosphere, there is an indescribable coquettish luxury permeating every stroke of the pen.

"...Your whole person's painting style is suddenly not quite right." In the corner illuminated by the light, there is a flash of white and green Li Yu, followed by a slender figure standing with arms folded because of its close to the light source. The outline slightly raised his hunched back, and the waist-length hair danced to a dazzling golden color on the edge of the light.

The man carrying the lamp raised his hand and put the bangs covering half of his eyes behind his ears, and there was a faint purple light flowing quietly in the deep and clear black: "Follow this soul-inducing lamp closely, don't get too close , and don’t get too far away. Too far away will be lost in the endless darkness forever, and too close will become the best bait for those things hidden in the dark.”

"Are you... don't plan to go in with me?" The blond-haired Death Captain let go of his folded hands, and looked sideways at the man who hid half of his face in the endless darkness.

"This is originally a matter between you and him." The black-haired man tilted his head slightly, his overly long bangs followed the call of gravity across his smooth forehead, messily covering the other eye that revealed the whole picture from the darkness, "I haven't failed to watch you inhumanely as an outsider."

"嗤——" With a half-sneer from his nose, Hirako Mako once again put his hands into the large and elegant captain's haori, and the moment he hunched over and passed the stagnant black-haired man, he dragged out With a faint Kansai accent, "I remember, a long time ago, the two of you were a couple, right?"

"This Aizen Soyousuke is not that Aizen Soyousuke." A clear and soft baritone floated from the darkness behind his head, ethereal and dreamlike, "You must agree with this point, right? Makoto."

"I kind of understand what you mean." The blond man who followed the dim light of the soul lamp and slowly stepped into the depths of the endless and never-dissipating darkness waved the extra-large sleeves on his slender bones, With a strong wind, "If Aizen Soyousuke is a seed, you and I are the gardeners who water and fertilize this seed. Although the seeds are all the same seed, because of the different planting methods, even Neither will the same seed bear the same fruit, and mine and yours shall never be confused with each other at any time."

When the last smooth and upward consonant of the Kansai accent dissipated into the vast darkness, Qi Baiyi, who was also obliterated by the surrounding darkness, suddenly had a reserved and elegant curve on his lips: "Hey, you also completely agree with this point. Right? Sousuke."

The moment the voice fell, a deep, mellow and gentle voice slowly sounded from the darkness beside Qi Baiyi. The bass, full of luxurious rhythms unique to mature men, played like a first-class cello in the center of the gorgeous golden Vienna stage. The melodious movement is so sexy that it reminds people of the most hazy and ambiguous ray of moonlight in the ghostly night, but it is also dangerous like the cold light that hurts the eyes on the edge of an indestructible blade: "It's so pitiful to know the other side."

"I'm the more pitiful person, right?" Qi Baiyi's voice rang out slowly and slowly, dragging like a long sigh, making it possible to clearly outline the helpless softness around his lips in his mind. Curved, "If you hadn't dedicated your life behind Yuan Zhibi Fang's plan, my original plan would not have been so exciting, exciting and ups and downs. Is tearing down my stage so much that you enjoy it so much?"

"Well, what if I say yes?"

"Then please spoil my plan as much as you want."

"What if I said I wanted to kill you?"

"Then please kill me to your heart's content. No matter how many times, in the next reincarnation, please kill until you are satisfied, Soyousuke."——Just this time, please don't be caught in the embarrassment of being chased by me again You ran away, Soyousuke.

—————————————— I am the dividing line engulfed by endless darkness——————————————

The darkness longer than the birth of this world lays out under the feet a thoroughfare leading to the end of hell, and the soul-guiding lamp faintly illuminates a winding and rugged path like a land of the dead that goes straight to the underworld, walking on the ambiguous edge of intertwined light and shadow Captain Death's snow-white feathers fluttered, and his golden hair was as bright as sunlight strayed into the middle of the night.In the darkness that cannot be dispelled by the lights, there are countless ghosts and monsters lurking, closely following the misguided god of death. His eyes are like a persevering and tenacious wolf.

Mako Hirako nonchalantly picked up a small creature that had climbed up to the edge of Captain Haori at some point, sharp teeth and scarlet eyes glistening on her dark face.

The fingers embedded in the neck exerted a slight force, and the screams were as thin as a baby's mournful cry, passing through the invisible darkness, causing a commotion in the existence that lived in the darkness.

The blond god of death flicked his fingertips gracefully, and the small and ferocious monster turned into a black bullet and accurately threw it into the flickering lantern three feet away. It skyrocketed, and then the rustling sound in the dark disappeared without a trace like a tide rolling under the moonlight.

The blond-haired Grim Reaper reached out and lifted the plain white lantern floating in front of him, and the motion of slowly raising it made the dim light shine on the delicate face with unbelievably smooth and symmetrical features, and at the same time illuminate a Narrow, sharp, gentle light brown eyes: "Although you were superfluously sealed off your five senses by Central Room 46 because you were handsome and cheap, but today, more than three months later, speaking should not be a problem for you at all, right? Soyousuke."

The only light brown eyes exposed beyond the layers of black shackles, the slender eye tails are pleasantly raised, softening the inherent sharp impression of the narrow eye sockets, and there is no trace of the silent bass that has been maintained for nearly a hundred days, as in memory Gorgeous and smooth in the depths, every vibration of the vocal cords is as warm and mellow as ever, and the soul is hooked: "You really came, Captain Pingzi."

The slender, white fingers flirtatiously raised the mandible, which was wrapped in the black seal and still had an astonishingly sharp outline, and the owner of the fingers raised dangerously the same pale gray eyes: "It's this kind of arrogant tone that seems to know everything again. , Sure enough, no matter what happens, I can't stop hating you, Soyousuke."

"As far as I know, hate and like are two words that are not far from each other, Captain Hirako."

"I must admit that your ability to speak out is as amazing as ever, Soyousuke." Hirako Mako raised the lantern in her hand higher, slowly bent down, and made her face look very menacing. The gesture gradually enlarged in Aizen's only remaining brown eyes, "I just don't know if this tongue, which can turn black and white and confuse right and wrong...is as dexterous as I remember?"

The black bandage wrapped around the jaw was loosely untied by the nimble fingertips, and the gracefully shaped thin lips provoked a round arc full of hints in the ambiguous firelight: "You can verify it yourself, Captain Pingzi."

The fingertips that gently pressed against the soft skin lacking bone support behind the jawbone suddenly embedded themselves, and amidst the sharp tingling, the blond Captain Death captured the cunning and sweet muscle in the mouth with a fierce kiss, followed by The sucking, licking, biting and entanglement melted the Kansai dialect rolling in the throbbing throat—"That's exactly what I meant, Sousuke."

The author has something to say:

Said that this is not the end-the end is the titanium alloy dog ​​eyes that blinded the entire Goutei [-]th Division, and the inhuman show of affection between the former captain of the [-]th Division and the former captain.