【Taizhong】Misplacement

PartA

A6

It's eight o'clock, and Zhongyuan Zhong hasn't woken up yet, so it can be seen that he was really tired last night.Osamu Dazai finished his bad deeds, put away his phone, slowly got up and went to the bathroom, and took a shower first.This time, there was no adult who was biting his lip and cleaning his back to distract him, so the young mafioso resumed his usual habit, from closing the bathroom door to drying the water on his body, it took less than a quarter of an hour. time.

He stood in front of the mirror, because the time was too short for the mist to cover, so the mirror was still shiny.Osamu Dazai looked at himself in the mirror without any expression. The difference between what he saw with his eyes and the impression in his heart caused him a subtle sense of dislocation for a moment, as if he had gotten into the shell of a stranger—but this The illusion of disharmony quickly dissipated in an attempt to bend the corner of his mouth.The kind of coolness that can penetrate into the bones of the human body is covered again by the good looks that have been loved by the heavens, and the romantic and ambiguous smile is perfectly covered on it, so at this time, the little difference between the 28-year-old and the [-]-year-old is quietly covered. Smoothed out, Osamu Dazai looked at his expression in the mirror, and felt that regardless of the psychological changes, the future "Osamu Dazai" and himself had matured and grown taller after ten years. , really nothing else has changed.

Oh no, there is still a little bit.He lowered his eyes and moved his eyes down, looking at the position of his hip bones.The complexion there was a bit pale, but other than that, it was rare and smooth, without any old scars like other places on the body.The young mafia inside reached out and touched that piece of skin, and found that the tattoo he had tattooed there had been washed off at some point in the past ten years.

But it's not a big deal... In the end, it was because Chuya dragged him to find a tattoo artist in the organization because of his enthusiasm.

Cursing his lips, Osamu Dazai wrapped the towel around his waist indifferently, took a few steps with his legs open, opened the bathroom door and walked out.

The air in the house outside is still warm and constant at 25 degrees, combined with the bright sunlight coming in from the window, it creates a spring that makes people feel lazy and their bones are crispy.The young mafioso came out of the bathroom and found that the beautiful adult who had slept on the big bed that made him spend a wonderful night had disappeared. He raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, turned his feet, and then walked out again.

He stood on the stairs and looked down, but he didn't see anything, but he smelled the milky aroma of hot milk wafting from the kitchen, and the sound of oil stars jumping wildly when frying eggs.The strong smell of milk brought back the ecstasy and ecstasy of last night. Osamu Dazai smiled lazily, walked down the stairs and turned into the semi-open kitchen.

Still only wearing a black T-back, the mature version of Chuya (it seems that he is very angry, this is his usual attire at home). When Dazai came in, he happened to hold the handle of the pot with one hand and lightly shake it, and put the pan on the top of the pan. He lifted his fried egg into the air, turned his head and took a step to put the oily pan into the sink; when he turned his head, he picked up the empty plate next to him with the other hand, and when the fried egg fell, he soaked the pan in the water At the same time, he casually extended his arms without turning his head, and caught the fried egg exuding a tender taste with incomparable precision.

The whole process can be described as smooth and flowing. Osamu Dazai, who was standing behind, watched the process, clapped his hands in admiration, "Wonderful!"

Zhong Yuanzhong, who was holding a plate in his left hand and a glass of milk in his right, also heard this compliment, raised his eyelids and glanced at him, and hummed a short syllable from his nasal cavity like a toothache.

When he woke up early in the morning, he seemed to be disgusted, and Osamu Dazai had an innocent expression: "What's wrong?"

With such a big person stuck in the middle of the road, Zhongyuan Zhong was not in a hurry to get out, so he simply stood where he was instead of going around him.He raised the cup in his hand and took a sip of the still steaming milk, and finally said slowly, "Go away. It hurts when I see you now."

His voice was three points hoarse than usual, low, a little vague because of drinking milk, and it was easy to think of a big cat that hadn't woken up lying there and making a "whirring, whirring" bass.

The young Mafia reacted quickly and quickly, blocking the way with a smile on his face, and deliberately asked his older lover: "Where is it uncomfortable? Headache? Back pain? Or... huh?"

Nakahara Zhong also held the cup and drank the milk, staring at the mature man in front of him with a malicious look on his face, he lost his mind accidentally, thinking of the intense exercise last night... In this regard, Dazai, who is still talented, is very different from the 28-year-old Dazai. The 28-year-old is always able to do it with ease, and he competes with who has the best patience, likes more weird tricks, and keeps teasing him to force him to take the initiative;

But this one in front of him shows more of a teenager's heart: fierce and impatient, greedy for more, and insatiable.It's really a little wolf dog that hasn't matured yet. While coquettishly playing cute with you, it squints its eyes and licks its sharp teeth, thinking about how to swallow people into its stomach.

I can't say which one I prefer, Nakahara just thinks the current situation is very interesting, because he has never seen Osamu Dazai at this age of acting arrogantly, the expression and reaction after having such an intimate relationship with him.

"It hurts, it hurts." My heart wandered for a while, and Zhong Yuanzhong, who came back to his senses, was also holding a plate of fried eggs that were almost cold. He didn't want to spend any more time with him here, so he took the empty milk cup with him. Putting it aside, he waved him away perfunctorily to let him out of the way, "The sandwich is in the refrigerator, if you want to eat it, take it out and warm it yourself - you are not allowed to eat cold ones directly."

"Does it all hurt? Then let me rub it for you." Osamu Dazai followed behind him, "But wait a minute, Chuya, why did you bring out my breakfast yesterday, but today it becomes 'I'll warm it up myself'?"

And yesterday it was saury and miso soup, and today it was a sandwich bought at a convenience store. The gap between them is too big.

"..." Zhong Yuanzhong also put the plate on the dining table, pulled out the chair and sat down, raised his eyes and gave him a subtle look, "Because you just happened to catch up."

Catch up with what?The young mafia stood there inexplicably for three seconds before realizing that this beautiful mafia who was putting a piece of fried egg into his mouth had the intention of "conspiring to do something wrong" yesterday, so he prepared a richer breakfast than usual , meaning to make people happy so that you can do things later...?

Fortunately, he thought that Zhong Ye had become a good wife and mother!Chuya the liar!Hypocritical adults!

"Nonsense, I don't raise rice worms." Zhong Yuanzhong also poked the fried egg, squeezed a little tomato sauce on top, and said calmly, "You have to be responsible for making money to support the family and cooking and housework-I'm looking for Boyfriend, it's not like keeping a handsome boy."

Osamu Dazai opened his mouth, and was about to quibble, when he saw Chuya think about it, swallowed the fried egg, and then added: "...Well, that's not right. Now the little boy still knows how to be proactive and please me Happy."

Osamu Dazai: "..."

Osamu Dazai said calmly: "It's been recorded. Did I catch evidence of Chuya's cheating for my future self?"

"Just record it." Zhong Yuanzhong also finished his breakfast, stood up with an empty plate, and sneered, "I haven't settled with him about the woman who called him at midnight last time."

What is that?Regardless of my business, I am innocent.So the young minor put down his mobile phone silently, and used his actions to form an alliance with his future self in two seconds.

Zhong Yuan took the plate back to the kitchen, just when the doorbell rang.Dazai glanced at the situation that the people in the kitchen seemed to have no time to talk to them, and even if they had time to talk to them, the piece of cloth that showed their sex appeal to the fullest was not suitable for opening the door, so he scratched his damp hair helplessly, and glanced at With the large bath towel around his waist, he weighed for a second between "go back and put on some clothes" and "just go to open the door", and decisively chose the latter.

Behind the slowly opened metal door stood a young man with white hair and a tender face.

With a shy and gentle smile on the young man's face, he raised his head and opened his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to say hello politely, but the corner of his mouth twitched when he saw the cool attire of Osamu Dazai in the door, and he was a little dazed. in situ;

When he didn't speak, Osamu Dazai didn't know the name of the boy who looked like a good boy in front of him, and what kind of relationship it had with him or Zhong, so he tilted his head and didn't speak first... After all, he was not in the bottom of his heart What hospitable and nice people.

So for a while, the two of them stood there relatively silently, and after a pause, the other person who was a few steps behind the white-haired young man walked up to him and found that he was stuck at the door like a stake for some reason, Impatiently, he pushed him aside, and after seeing Osamu Dazai inside, his face remained normal, and he still bowed slightly respectfully: "Good morning, Mr. Dazai."

"..." Three seconds of silence.Three seconds later, Osamu Dazai slowly curled the corners of his mouth, and said softly, "Oh...it's Akutagawa."

Akutagawa, who was dressed in black uniform, was about to straighten up, but he was taken aback when he heard this. The slight electric current quickly climbed up his back through the spine-like familiarity. He suddenly raised his eyes and stared at the person in front of him in surprise Squinting smiling man.

"Dazai... sir??"

At this time, Zhong Yuanzhong, who was wearing a bathrobe, also came over, and he guessed what happened just now just by glancing at the expressions of the three people standing at the door.He clicked his tongue: "What's wrong with you? Is teasing Akutagawa so fun?"

The 28-year-old Nakahara Nakaya took two steps forward while sighing, and was about to continue counting a few words, but suddenly his eyes darkened, and his steps stopped suddenly.

"Hmm~ It seems that he has grown a lot." Dazai blinked his eyes after being taught a lesson, and the playful and cold expression just now was replaced by an extremely calm smile in an instant, he turned his head, " It’s not Akutagawa, I’m just—”

The next moment, he saw the elderly lover leaning against the wall with his heart frowning and frowning behind him. Before realizing what happened, his body instinctively took a step forward, and Jaejoong couldn't hold back and slid down the front. Hold the person up.

"Wait... Chuya??"

Because of this sudden situation, Akutagawa and Atsushi Nakajima, who were also taken aback, also temporarily ignored the sense of danger that Osamu Dazai had brought them just now, and surrounded them one after another.

Looking at his partner, who was already sweating with cold sweat on his forehead, and who was obviously enduring severe pain from his heart, at this moment, Osamu Dazai's pupils tightened, and he suddenly realized something by accident.

"Exchanging souls" is not an ordinary event that happens casually and jokingly.

Something must have happened in a corner that he couldn't detect.

TBC.