[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

"You didn't choose me, but I chose you."

"Captain Hirako is really a scary person."

"Captain Hirako, vice-captain Saruki just went to perform the task of Captain Hikifune, please come down from the roof of the [-]th team's team building."

"Great eyes, after a hundred years, I seem to see your waking eyes."

"It's too early to believe."

"Your tea, Captain Hirako."

There seemed to be some chaotic fragments breaking through the prison of consciousness and flying in the mind. The blurred face and fragmented words formed a chaotic torrent, which made Hirako Mako realize that she was falling into a strange dream of logical chaos.The sanity hovering between sobriety and confusion could not tell how to classify this broken dream, but could vaguely feel the remorse and sadness between the lines.

The constantly shaking picture finally turned into darkness overwhelmed, but the audio equipment suddenly worked well.Form a dialogue fragment that can be figured out.

"Souyousuke, how long do you plan to follow?"

"When did Captain Hirako discover me?"

"Since you were still in your mother's womb."

……

"Ah——" Mako Hirako woke up suddenly after being stabbed in the chest, like any creature that has not yet escaped from the false illusion. Didn't realize where he was.

As a result, he completely forgot that he had actually met the legendary Boundary Scavenger on a narrow road, and caused a traffic accident. I don’t know whether it was lucky or unlucky to fly out of Boundary at the cost of several muscle strains, and wandered to latitude and longitude. Hirako, who is all identified as XXX from an unknown area, instinctively followed the habit developed in the Mao dormitory, with half-opened and blurred eyes, dazedly touched the handrail of the iron ladder at the head of the bed, and then turned over neatly...

"Ah~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"

Full of Kansai flavor, the earth-shattering screams of ghosts and gods suddenly sounded in the silent night deep in the forest, lingering and reverberating among the layers of lush branches, and the lingering sound lingered and lasted for a long time.

"Well...Mr. Pingzi...what's the matter with you?" The little boy who was sleeping soundly beside the extinguished campfire rubbed his sleepy eyes and spoke in a daze. With a thick wet nasal sound.

Already fully awake, I remembered that I was sleeping on the thick branches of a tall and stalwart red maple, instead of my warm and comfortable dormitory filled with Aikawa Luowu's snoring and Yuuki Zangwu's indistinct recitation Mako Hirako in the middle of the tree beat her old waist in pain, supported the tree with one hand and rubbed it little by little, and replied in a cold tone: "I fell from the tree."

The little boy version of Aizen immediately activated the butler template of the future 24 filial piety team, and muttered softly: "Yawn~~~ I have reminded Mr. Pingzi not to sleep on the tree, what should I do if I turn over and fall?"

"You're very talkative, Soyousuke. Hiss—" Mako Hirako subconsciously raised her chest and raised her head to refute, grinning because of the dull pain in her lumbar spine, but unfortunately, the muscles in her back went dumb for a moment and hindered her speech that should have been imposing Hu Tong became unmotivated, "And I've already fallen, and now I'm talking nonsense... ah, it really hurts."

The young man Lanran paused slightly when he heard the words, took out a long branch from the pile of dry branches picked up at the side and broke it into several sections, and skillfully ignited the bonfire with the help of the charcoal red that had not been completely burned out: "Ah, it's really good!" Does it hurt? If you don't mind Mr. Hirako, can you let me take a look? Maybe it can help a little."

Helping the tree to the side of the fire, Mako Hirako unbuttoned her thin undershirt naturally—his Shino Spiritual Art Academy uniform was wrapped around the boy Lan—and found out that although he was thrown black and purple, he could still recognize With beautiful lines and flexible textured back, he touched the curly soft brown hair with his hand, and turned around: "I have said it many times, don't call me that, Mr. Lai Mr. Go, so that I Feeling uncomfortable. Just call me Mako, Soyousuke."

"Okay, Pingzi first..."

"True son!"

"Uh, Mako."

Hearing the satisfactory answer, Hirako began to focus on the fingers wandering on the back and lumbar spine. The slender, soft and slightly cold fingers that belonged to children wandered on the painful back, not indifferent Touching the invisible wound, pressing carefully and methodically approaching the root of the pain: "How does it feel here?"

"Ah, it's fine."

"So, what about here?"

"Hmm~ It hurts a bit."

"So, what about this place?"

"Ah~~~~~~ Soyousuke, take it easy!"

"Sorry, Mako. How did it feel when it hurt just now?"

"Of course it's like being stabbed by a needle. I can't deal with that kind of pain." The overly active person habitually wanted to shrug his shoulder blades, and suddenly remembered that his scarred back decisively gave up this decision that was tantamount to self-abuse, "Before Had a little problem, fell off a tree again, looks like it hurt the spine..."

The cold and small palm gently touched the extremely hot skin due to pain and congestion, and the keen sense of touch could even easily trace the shape of the palm from the temperature difference table, and then the cold feeling subsided, replaced by hot spring water It feels warm and smooth to the touch, while the broken tissues hidden under the intact skin give off a refreshing and comfortable coolness.Although it is not certain, the steady and pure spiritual pressure suddenly rising from the young man behind him still made Hirako Makoto make an amazing judgment in an instant——Aizen was using the ability similar to healing ghosts to heal him.

Although it is difficult not to confirm this surprising guess with Hirako's bold curiosity that can kill a bunch of cats, but considering the stagnant fluctuations in Aizen's spiritual power flow due to the lack of spiritual pressure when using abilities, Hirako Mako was still very considerate to suppress the hundred thousand whys that blurted out, so as not to interfere with Aizen who was concentrating on adjusting the spiritual pressure.Although I don't know the consequences of interrupting the ability, after all, the human body is not a spirit body composed of spirit particles, and there is an uncertain risk in mobilizing the power that should be hidden deep inside the body.

The colder and damper palm moved away from the back than the first contact, Hirako felt the pain that was no longer so unbearable, while turning his head to look at the sweaty boy.The soft and curly bangs were wet with sweat and stuck to the smooth forehead, and the exhausted and tired face was extremely pale in the warm firelight because of the excessive consumption of Reiatsu.Pingzi silently stared at the drowsy but still energetic face of the young man trying to smile. He didn't know why those curiosity and doubts that were scrambling in his chest suddenly disappeared collectively.Silently, he wrapped the frail young man with the underwear he had taken off, then hugged the thin and emaciated boy and leaned against the campfire again.

The young man struggled restlessly in Pingzi's arms, stretching out his weak hands to push Pingzi's shoulders: "Mr. Pingzi..."

Pingzi grinned, although he was a little impatient, he still gently took off the little hand that was groping beside the collarbone, and ended the fact that it seemed that his beauty was plotting against him, but in fact he was eaten tofu by nephrite Wenxiang.While consciously starting to use the half-healing ghost way to help the little ghost in his arms recover his spiritual pressure, he tightened his arms tightly: "Don't move around, you are sweating all over your body, if you don't pay attention to keeping warm, be careful not to burn your head!"

In her arms, she was still struggling to survive and push back, acting as if Mako Hirako was a wolfish big-haired, daring, unscrupulous and low-limit floating cloud, a pedophile eccentric whose goal in life is to overthrow Zhengtai and overthrow Lolita ( In fact, you are the BOSS, right?)'s young boy Lan quickly transformed into a quiet and good baby.Let the fake uncle who is still in puberty do his best... Ah, no, it is to keep warm and prevent cold.

The moment the body in her arms became quiet, Mako Hirako felt an urge to adopt the obedient boy in her arms.Back then, he and Hiyori were still racking their brains on how to eat a rice ball to last three days, staying in that single-storey mansion with skylights on the roof with ventilation on all sides, and when it was windy and rainy, it also had a zenith cold shower function. When she was in the hospital, the girl in Hiyori was particularly stubborn and brave, and often ended up in a situation where she had a fever and a cold because she wanted to show her aggressiveness. Feng Gao is suitable for the moment when killing people, setting fires and destroying corpses, as a humanoid pillow for a little girl whose teeth are trembling from burning and delirious.As a result, when a certain BLEACH No. [-] violent loli woke up, she was almost murdered and set on fire to destroy her corpse.

So I really can't blame him, a breeding enthusiast who has always had an inexplicable sense of responsibility, to sprout the great ideal of raising future bosses in captivity. It is really... No matter how you look at it, he is a well-behaved, sensible, round, flat, flat, and beating boy Lan too complies with one hundred rules of raising cute pets! — especially with the freckled tiger tooth girl whose temper has caused his breeders a lot of trouble.

Many years later, every time Hirako Mako recalls the situation at this moment, and then looks at the full-body boss who is 10cm taller than him and almost qualified to generate electricity, she will be full of depression and sigh: " I just want to hug a well-behaved, obedient, tender and delicious bun to hold in my arms, but I forgot that this bun can also be fermented~~~~~~"

However, I would like to say that, from Pingzi, you are so unscrupulous, shameless and shameless, can I speculate a little bit, in fact, the blue boss will be identified by all fans in the future as terminally ill and without cure? The stubborn disease of pedophilia rescued, the initial source of infection is actually... how about you?