[Bungo Stray Dogs Shuanghei Taizhong] The Seven Year Itch

Turned from "Chapter 11" · 27 years old

Nakahara Nakaya was hugged by Osamu Dazai for a long time, long enough to hear birds entering the windowsill and making noise.

When he met the man's eyes, he seemed to see a kite with a broken string flying in the mirror hell, and the scars on the corners of his brows were extra glaring in the face of the young peach.

After a long time, Zhong Yuanzhong also broke free from his embrace, frowned and said, "Dazai, why are you so nervous?" His lips were wet and uncomfortable, so he pursed his lips.

"nothing……"

Osamu Dazai was silent for a long time, and Chuya Nakahara waited quietly for someone to speak.

"We...you stay with me."

Hearing this sentence, the sparks in Zhongya Zhongya's heart revived like a large amount of oxygen pouring in: "At the beginning you calculated that I was with me and went to bed and then died suddenly, I haven't settled the score with you yet, you Explain it to me!"

"Oh no—Chuya, don't you love me?" Osamu Dazai tilted his head and pretended to be innocent, making full use of his good skin, "Chuya, you love me, you should know it in your heart, right? "

"—— Zhizi, Hirano Zhizi, huh?"

"...So what?" Zhong Yuan Zhong also said.

"So..." Osamu Dazai hugged the person in front of him again, and the hot and humid breath fell on the person's ear, "Stay with me, Chuya."

"Leave the port mafia and come with me."

"Just the two of us." The drawn-out ending sounded like a goblin's whisper when it seduces people.

[Before the mission, the leader's office]

"The affairs of Mr. Dazai must be clear to the officials of the Central Plains."

"It's easy for Dazai-kun to become the head of the Tsushima family, after all, his mother is that lady."

"However, if Mr. Dazai wants to secure his position as the head of the family, he must cultivate a group of cronies who are completely loyal to himself rather than the family. Central Plains cadres can compare this to the new leader of the mafia, and they need a group of supporters."

"And you are his best prey, which is the case in all aspects-the Central Plains cadres should not deny it in a hurry, the love between you once, the affection that exists in your heart until now is in this game. There is too much uncertainty."

"Maybe it is true, but Osamu Dazai can also make the most of his own and others' sincerity."

"After all, Dazai-kun is my disciple, so madness is naturally passed down in one continuous line."

"Do you understand what I mean, Chuya?"

"I hope you don't linger in the dense forest chasing unknown phantoms."

"...Yes, leader." Zhong Yuanzhong also heard himself reply.

"Come with me." Osamu Dazai extended an invitation to him.

Nakahara also broke away from the memory, looking at Osamu Dazai who was smiling brightly at him, no—it should be Shuji Tsushima.

"Then be a dog of your Tsushima family, just like Shizuko Ota?" Nakahara Nakaya laughed mockingly, "I am a cadre of the port mafia, and gravity makes Nakahara Chuya." This smile is actually the same as the former Dazai Osamu There are some similarities.

Those love words in the past promised all kinds of true feelings and intentions. Since they are given to you, they are up to you.

Anyway, you can't go back to the past, and it's useless to go back anyway.

The scattered clouds in Gaotang are all caused by orchids.

Zhong Yuanzhong also broke free from his embrace, turned and left without saying anything.

I didn't hear anything to stay.

[Yokohama - Port Mafia Chief Office]

The room was gloomy and dark, and the heavy curtains were drawn tightly.

"Boss, I'm back." Chuya Zhongya knelt on one knee and bowed his head.

"Welcome back, Chuya-kun." Mori Ogai smiled contentedly.

Welcome back to Yokohama, my cadre.

After leaving the office, Zhong Yuanzhong also looked out the window with a feeling.

The bird flew across the setting sun alone, and flew to the line between the water and the sky.The wind blows the folds of mountains and rivers, and the most perfect diamond is crushed into slag by the heaviest seven years.

He sank deeper into hell, willingly, without hesitation.

【ETC.】