Oba Hazo's Time Traveling

'It's disgusting. '

Osamu Dazai was lying on the roof, thinking sleepily.

'It's disgusting. '

"Ye Zang is very disgusting standing there, and it is also disgusting to see his timid expression on his face. Coward, poor acting skills can't fool me. Although people's hearts can't be seen through [-]%, since it's me In his own words, he could know what he was thinking no matter what. '

'what……'

Osamu Dazai's active, non-stop thinking paused for a moment.

'I who look at him every day and make things difficult for him are also disgusting. '

'How should I put it, whether it's him or me, every day feels like vomiting. '

He was so confused that he couldn't help but speak out, even though he was raving in his mind.

"What's so good about such a man." He whispered, "Odasaku is really an idiot."

……

12 month 1 day.

Night.

Seemingly casually saying "Let's go on a mission together", Osamu Dazai seemed to forget everything he just said, and showed the unique cuteness of the Q version to the table full of crab dishes The color was pale, and two blushes even appeared on his round face. He cheered and sat cross-legged in front of the low table.

Seeing his expression, Ye Zang restrained his timidity and fear forcibly, took out a very small wine glass, held "Daiginjo" or similar Japanese wine in both hands, and poured it steadily for Osamu Dazai.

"You come to eat too." Dazai greeted, "Don't you like crab dishes?"

"..."

Having been with Dazai for nearly a month, Ye Zang has long understood that all pretense is useless in front of him, so unless the other party really wants to see his clown-like fawning demeanor, his natural quietness and reticence will dominate.

Don't say useless things, don't do useless things.

'Having said that, even Dazai...sir?I also don’t want to see my fawning look, I have failed too many times in my performance, no, it should be said that I have not succeeded at all with him, the matter has come to this point, even I have reached the point where I will not feel ashamed and humiliated, numb , yes, all that's left is numbness. '

"Performing with him is just self-defeating. If there is anything that can be called fun or special, it is that when he sees my flattering smile, he will have a more disgusting expression than eating a toad." '

Ye Zang said, "No, I still like crab dishes."

"Do you like it?" Dazai poked the fat and fat crab leg meat irrationally with the tip of his chopsticks, and said with an exaggeratedly happy smile, "Ah, by the way, you can't be that kind of person, right? People who don't feel delicious."

"..."

He said: "It's so pitiful, what's the point of your life? If you didn't become me, Dazai Osamu, I'm afraid you wouldn't even feel the deliciousness of crabs."

Ye Zang: "Well..."

Dazai suddenly asked: "Then why did you become a mafia?"

He said quickly: "Don't tell me that things like fate make you more and more like me. I'm not as timid as you... No, I'm not as disgusting as you."

Ye Zang made a weak voice: "It's Mr. Mori..." He said with a low eyebrow, "Because I saw Mr. Mori, I joined the port mafia."

He spoke vaguely, but Dazai knew what was going on. It was nothing more than a coincidence that he became Mr. Mori's accomplice.

Dazai thought coldly: Ah, if it was Mr. Mori, he would probably like him very much.

He said in a tone full of pretended tenderness: "Anyway, since it is a job, we must finish it well. He clearly gave the order to take countless lives, but he pretended to be a hypocrite who had never killed anyone. It's so nauseating."

"..."

"I, but I killed the first person when I was 15 years old."

"Try it, shoot five consecutive shots in the chest or something..."

"Very interesting."

Ye Zang clenched his chopsticks tightly, his knuckles protruding abnormally. He thought of that scene, and his whole body was shaking with fear. Crab legs dipped in yuzu vinegar were not delicious, and it made him want to vomit.

'I cannot kill. 'He told himself over and over again, but couldn't summon up the courage to say it to Osamu Dazai.

Besides, at that moment, vague doubts arose in his heart.

'Is it really interesting? '

'Killing should mean nothing to you. '

Don't dare to ask, can't ask.

They sat at the same table and ate crab meat quietly.

Dazai: "Ah..."

"I'm going to take a bath after eating."

He turned his head and smiled, "Come and rub my back, Aye."

"Um……"

……

12 month 2 day.

ten o'clock in the morning.

Ye Zang inserted a calamus into the flowerpot.

He didn't have the habit of arranging flowers, but Aye is considered half a painter. Because he is a painter, he is endowed with natural sensitivity and knows how to match colors more vividly.

There is a vase in Dazai's house, and when he first came back, it was filled with sunflowers hanging their heads.

It's not the kind of roulette bought by a flower shop, but a heavy flower disc picked randomly in the field.

Ye Zang took another look, and Osamu Dazai said, "Ah, this one was given to me by Odasaku."

Oda work...

"He is a very nice man, isn't he?" Osamu Dazai asked.

"En." Ye Zang replied in a low voice, he has not met the second person like Oda Saku.

"Is there Odasaku in your world?"

Before Ye Zang shook his head, Osamu Dazai said, "There shouldn't be any. With your character, you won't get in touch with low-level members at all."

I bought a vase to hold the sunflowers sent by Odasaku, and even if the sunflowers withered and the melon seeds were fried, I had to get something to decorate the vase, so Ye Zang thought of flower arrangement.

'Since we live in someone else's house, we can't make a mess of our house, no matter if we are drinking or painting. '

If given the chance, he can even take care of the master's children well.

When I came back from drinking yesterday afternoon, the passing flower shop happened to sell calamus. He froze it in the refrigerator overnight, and took out other flowers and plants to decorate the vase today.

Interesting to say, it is not an exaggeration to say that Ye Zang is a caged bird, but Dazai did not forbid him to go out. He still goes to the nearby tavern every day. Home, you can also pass by [-] houses to buy vegetables, go home to cook dinner and so on.

Dazai even asked him, "Why didn't you invite Mr. Xiaozhuang to our house?"

Ye Zang said: "No, forget it..."

He shrank his neck and said what Dazai wanted to hear: "I don't want, I don't want others to enter our house."

"Oh." Dazai seemed to complain, "Although I know it's a disgusting lie, you are really likable."

"Okay, then I'm going to work." He was obviously a young boy, but he said in a dignified manner.

"I'll take you out to work together in two days." He said softly, "Don't let irrelevant people in."

……

Ten thirty in the morning.

"Ding-dong-"

"Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong—"

The doorbell jingled loudly.

Ye Zang thought: "Is it property?"Or the Neighborhood Committee or something? '

He and Dazai live in an apartment owned by the Port Mafia. This is just an ordinary high-end residence in Yokohama. I don’t know how Dazai managed it. The neighbors have never seen him once, and they only know that the house with the name plate of "Tsushima" There is a house husband.

"coming."

Ye Zang opened the door.

He opened his eyes wide.

The middle-aged man outside the door showed a slightly tired and unspirited smile, and the little blond girl following him looked at Ye Zang curiously.

"excuse me."

He smiled awkwardly: "How should I put it, no matter what, I really want to see Mr. Dazai from another world. Even if our Dazai will be angry, I really want to see him."

"We met for the first time, I am..."

"Mr. Mori." Ye Zang took two steps back.

"Bang-"

He closed the door.

——Don’t let irrelevant people in.