【Double Black】As You Like It

The ending of the IF line.

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When Osamu Dazai opened his eyes again, the first thing he saw was the pale ceiling of the hospital. He had a respirator on his mouth, and after blinking a little, he roughly understood his situation.

To be honest, he didn't expect that he didn't die.

When I sat up from the bed, I didn't feel any pain in my body, so I pulled out the needle stuck on the back of my hand, and the water dripped from the needle tube fell to the ground.

It wasn't the hospital in Yokohama that he was familiar with. It should be an old hospital farther away, unknown to him, and in disrepair.

The paint on the wall was peeling off, Dazai Osamu turned his head and looked around, and he found that there was another bed there, and the person lying on the bed was Chuya Nakahara.

He was also covered with a ventilator like him, and slept deeply with his eyes closed. The heart rate monitor next to him was beeping loudly. He got out of bed and walked over to look closely at the lines on the screen. If it is not a straight line, the person will live.

So he laughed.

Reaching out to touch the other person's face, it is warm and soft.So, as if full of curiosity, he pulled the quilt covering the opponent's body to the chest position, and then went to see Nakahara Chuya's body.

It seems that there are many wounds, blue, purple, cracked, bloody sutures, those things are densely attached to the skin, some scabs are mixed with medical sutures, it is hard to tell if the wound is healed or not good.

Dazai Osamu touched down Nakahara Chuya's neck with his palm. He liked this part very much. It should be said that human necks are really suitable for being touched, and you can feel the opponent's pulse along the neckline.

He was about to laugh out loud. He squinted his eyes and covered his mouth to prevent the sound from coming out of his chest. Pressing down the corners of his raised lips, he rolled up his blue and white striped hospital gown with trembling shoulders, and squeezed onto the bed around the wires of the medical equipment attached to Zhong Yuan Zhongye.

He squeezed a pillow with the person who had slept soundly, covered him with a quilt, and even faced the other person after lying down, thinking about unbuttoning the other person's hospital gown, pointing his fingers at the bruised and purple wound on Zhongya Zhongye's chest, After the lips were pressed together, they were covered with horrible bruises, the tongue licked that piece of skin, the Adam's apple slid up and down, and an uncontrollable smile still emerged from his mouth.

He is not dead.

Zhong Yuanzhong also came back to look for him.

Obviously these two are news that will make him sigh, but for some reason, he feels that the smell of medicinal wine in the air is so pleasant.The person lying next to him and unable to move aroused a strong curiosity that he had never experienced in his life. Osamu Dazai felt that Nakahara was like a good dish placed in front of him, and he was troubled just choosing where to eat long time.

His brain was extremely excited, and he touched each other's fingers with trembling fingers. In his impression, the two of them basically had no physical contact, and Zhong Yuanzhong always said that I must kill you.But he just likes to look at the way the other party obviously wants to throw murderous intent on his forehead, but because of his different status, he has to bear it.

Just that unwilling face could make him laugh until he was distorted.

But obviously he didn't want to force something with this difference in status, but Osamu Dazai felt that Chuya Nakahara, who was forced to do certain things unwillingly, could really satisfy some of his unsatisfactory needs. stated interest.

But it is also because of this, maybe it will gradually drift away?

If you think about it carefully, he has actually done a lot of things, such as indescribably excessive things.He knew in his heart where Zhongye's bottom line was, but he was always so eager to step on that line, forcing the other party to open the door in an almost insulting way.

okay?Of course not.The door was closed so tightly that he couldn't get in if he tried to bump into it, and he couldn't find the lock if he tried to pick it.He moved his own wall in front of the other party. Obviously, he only needed to put the door on his wall, twist the handle and push it to come in, but Nakahara never planned to come in.

He never does.

But Osamu Dazai was always thinking, this shouldn't be.

It shouldn't be right.

Every time Zhongyuan Zhongya said that he wanted to kill him, he was not lying, but being shrouded in the killing intent of the god unexpectedly made him feel comfortable.He enjoyed having all the attention of the gods, and even that was fine with him.If possible, will one day be occupied physically and mentally by him, every inch will be stained with his flavor, every look will be infused with his shadow.

It doesn't matter if he is dead, if he is really killed by Chuya Zhongyuan, maybe the other party will not be able to kill again one day.His hands were stained with his blood, and even the saliva swallowed between his lips and teeth carried his smell.

Can no longer hurt anyone, can no longer kill anyone.

He will be the 'last' of Zhongye in the Central Plains, his end, and his karma.

He really did think so.

But it was just him thinking so.

It seemed that from a certain day, those gazes no longer cast on him, and the person who should have been standing behind him just stood there, and even the murderous aura gradually subsided, and he was no longer found.

It shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be like this.

After leaving him, Zhongyuan Zhong seems to have become more nourished, and his life has become more bright and vigorous. When he received the wedding bouquet, he smiled flamboyantly.It was like a bird flying out of a cage, so even if he stretched his arms, he couldn't catch it anymore.

There is nothing left, nothing left.

There wasn't even a single feather left for him in his carefully crafted cage. He stood in place hugging the empty iron cage, bird food scattered all over the ground, and even the shadow of the door disappeared at his feet.

He never thought it would end like this, never thought why it became like this.He lay down on the ground and groped carefully, but he still couldn't find anything.Nakahara Chuya's name is like a mantra, sweet juice drips from his tongue when he says it, he likes the cute pronunciation so much, he won't get tired of calling it every day.

Everything is fine, everything is very much in line with his preferences.

That face is the one he likes, that voice is also the type he likes, and he always feels that the height is just right, so that he can stand in front of the other party and bow his head. Put it on top of each other's head.

Why is it so good.

Why is it so good.

Good things are always good, with daunting prices on the shelves.

Osamu Dazai always felt that such things as price tags were of no use to him. Perhaps the gods had heard his heart, so the person in front of him was holding a sign without any number written on it.

He wants to pay but there is no price, he wants to exchange but there is no value.Osamu Dazai felt aggrieved for the first time, but the superior-subordinate status between them became a gap, and the unclear relationship between the two became water filling the gap.

Don't let anyone think about it.

He had been thinking for a while, how could it be, how could it have become like this.It really shouldn't be.

His Zhongye, his Zhongya should have his name written all over his body, and his god should be the only believer.

But often when sitting in the office of the port mafia and looking at the person kneeling on one knee under the table, you will realize that he is not a believer of the gods, he is the Lord of the gods.

According to the word of the Lord, if he dies, there will be another one, and the next one, and there will always be another one to take his place.Those god statues placed on the high platform have changed hands several times, and even after thousands of years, they will always be taken home by the Lord.

he does not want.

He doesn't want to.

It is so bad that there will never be any believers anymore, that position should be his, and the only one should be his.This kind of relationship where anyone can do it is not what he wants.If the leader of the port mafia changes, he should guarantee that Nakahara Chuya will bow down for Yokohama.

No.

he does not want.

That bent knee should only be facing him, and that trembling gaze when bowing his head should only belong to him.

Why look at others, why not look at me.

Do you hate me that much, do you want to kill me that much?

Animals that have lived in the dark for a long time will burn their eyeballs when they see the light for the first time. He wants the sun to revolve around him, and it is best to hold a dog leash in his hand. don't leave him.

It is what everyone would expect.

He even thought, Zhong Yuanzhong would laugh at his funeral, right?

But after thinking about it carefully, I might still cry.

I don't know why I cry, but I will definitely cry.

Probably there is only each other left between them, and even the relationship between superiors and subordinates seems so deformed and heterogeneous.It's like a plant that grows in a strange shape, and even constant pruning can't cure it.

So, better stop crying.

He thought, this world is not good, but Zhongyuan Zhong also likes it, and other people like it, so if he stays, everyone except him will be complete.

Death is the ultimate goal he should go to. When he really made the decision, he didn't feel fear or hesitation. He just thought it might be worth it. After all, those who want to live live, and those who want to die will die.

Those who wanted to say it may never be able to say it again. Osamu Dazai pushed Nakajima Atsushi, Izumi Kyoka and Akutagawa Ryunosuke to the side of the Armed Detective Agency. If it was Chuya, he would probably be very angry afterwards .

The gods can no longer have a master, even if it is him, there can only be one.

Be the first, be the last, be the only one.So no one would jump out again, and no one would accept the salute of the gods anymore. If he wanted Zhongyuan Zhong, he would sit in the highest position, the chair that belonged to the leader that he often slept on as a bed.In this case, there will be no next one.

Chuya, you have to choose me.You must choose me.

I am the best, I am the best.

He smiled and leaned forward to kiss the other person's eyes. He laughed so hard that he almost coughed out his lungs. His squinted eyes were full of ecstasy and madness, and he suppressed his breathing with all his strength. Osamu Dazai You can even hear your own violent heartbeat.Holding the tube of the ventilator with his fingers, he removed the thing from the other person's face, then climbed up, pressed the person's scarred chest, and kissed the other person's lips.

Biting that piece of soft meat, sucking in the mouth feels comfortable even to the touch, the teeth always wanted to do something, but finally dispelled the idea when the tongue slipped in.His smile never stopped, flowing from between the two lips that were pressed together, Osamu Dazai propped up his body and stroked each other's neck, the piece was finally not tied by the dog chain, he was so excited that he began to consciously transpiration.

This is, the first time, right?

"You are so heavy."

When Nakahara Nakaya opened his eyes, he happened to wrap his tongue around the other's. Osamu Dazai snorted and didn't respond, but kissed a little deeper.The words spoken by the other party were blurred because of their movements, and there were intermittent groans of impatience. They overlapped their bodies on the bed, and even pulled out the medical catheters attached to Zhongya Zhongya roughly in the end. Tearing each other's clothes, the buttons fell to the ground.

Zhong Yuanzhong also scolded him because his voice was hoarse because he lay in a coma for too long, the two held each other's arms, and when he turned the person over, the person under him could only grab the sheet, Even the needles and other messes that were in the way were removed.And Osamu Dazai lowered his head and kissed the other party's naked back full of bruises, and heard Nakahara Naka also call him a bastard, a beast, and a psychopath.

He smiled and went to the other party's ear and bit the other's ear, sticking his tongue in and licking it while deliberately laughing loudly. An old iron frame bed was creaked by their tossing, and he said yes Ah, Chuya, you are being fucked by a beast right now.

Still crying.

But Osamu Dazai didn't laugh at the other party, he just lowered his head and licked away the tears from Nakahara Chuya's eyes.

Osamu Dazai is dead, the tombstone has been erected, the funeral has been held, and "Ode to Joy" has been released.Everyone knew that Osamu Dazai was dead, except for the two people in this hospital ward who were still biting and swearing at each other, doing things with murderous intent and ambiguous entanglement.

In the end, he bit each other's Adam's apple, and the two of them finished absurd things in this quilt that smelled like medicine. Zhong Yuanzhong also looked as if he was going to die, with tears hanging on his long eyelashes, full of bruises. Qinghe's scarred body was covered with marks left by him, and they couldn't even tell where was the kiss and where was the wound, they were lying on the same pillow panting.

Osamu Dazai covered his eyes and smiled, and after recovering, he propped up his body and went to kiss Nakahara Chuya again.

He changed his name.

Shuji Tsushima lives in a villa in the outskirts of Yokohama in Nakahara. Every day he has nothing to do, either climb the cliff behind the villa to enjoy the wind, or stay at home and watch boring TV programs.Since Zhongyuan Zhongya became the leader of the port mafia, he often left early and returned late, but at least he came back when he should come back, and when he didn't want to come back, he just called and didn't come back.

This made Shuji Tsushima very upset.

He committed suicide before, and then he was hung up and hammered until his head flew out. He lay on the bed crying and accused Zhongyuan Chuya of being rude and violent, but the other party didn't have time to pay attention to him at all. He will take care of the life and death of this little man.

But little people also have emotions.

I don't know how many times they came back from the Central Plains with great difficulty, and their belts were all untied. When a call came, the other party pushed him away and planned to lift his pants and turn around to go out.Shuji Tsushima was stunned. He yelled Chuya Nakahara, you are not human, and then threw away the other party's phone and was about to lose his temper.

"Don't make trouble."

"Is this me?"

"I'm going out, I have something to do."

"Won't you hand it over to your subordinates?!"

"The only one who can use it is Miss Hongye, the others cannot."

"Why are people in the port mafia so good?!"

Zhong Yuanzhong also glanced at him, his eyes almost rolled to the ceiling.

"Why do you have no idea about such a dish?"

Shuji Tsushima shut his mouth and acted like he didn't hear anything.

Afterwards, he tried a way to stuff a lot of people inside, which can be regarded as allowing the Central Plains to rest for a while, but the benchmark for social animals who is so tired that he just wants to rest after returning home. It is best to cover the quilt and just sleep. Do nothing, even want to sleep until dawn if you can, kick out this dishonest person who climbed into bed in the middle of the night.

"You can't do this to me."

"Why can't I do this to you."

"I'm sure I can't bear to hurt you so much."

"Fart, why did I hurt you??"

Shuji Tsushima lifted a corner of the quilt and got in, rubbing against Nakahara Chuya's face while making a comfortable sound from his throat, they chatted casually, chatting about the air, and finally Nakahara Chuya said , You can't stay here all the time, it's too boring.

Yeah, it's too boring, there is no one else, only Nakahara Chuya who knows when he will come back, can't get in touch with people he knows, and no one even talks to him usually.But Osamu Dazai said it was fine, he was used to it.

The world in the past was noisy and noisy, and he tasted the endless loneliness covered by the noise, but now, although it was so quiet that he could even hear each other's breathing, he never felt lonely.

As if the soul has been, filled.

He smiled and said, then I don't want to go out either, so you can spend more time with me.

'Book' cannot carry too many names who know the truth, so I chose death at the beginning.

But death is actually traceable.

Legal death, social death, physical death.

If it reaches two-thirds, it may be able to deceive the world.

The name belonging to Osamu Dazai on the household registration list in Japan has been canceled, and all human beings have believed that Osamu Dazai’s body was smashed at the gate of the port mafia building, and the remaining debris is accompanied by the song "Ode to Joy" " into the soil.

If no human beings remember him, neither will the world see him.

And in the Central Plains, there are gods, not humans.

This probably counts as, 'God Hidden', right?

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It's really over.

Everyone is happy together!

Osamu Dazai is great.

Zhongyuanzhong is also really good.

Shuji Tsushima is the real name of Osamu Dazai, which everyone should know.