[Reaper] Evening Primrose

We and others are doomed to die from the beginning of our birth.

The ending often exists before the beginning.

Or something like that, if it's for constant access...

So what we finally get is the ending.

The ending finally emerges, and what is fully known...

Exactly what is called death.

We didn't need to know.

Mortals who cannot transcend death need not know anything.

......

"..."

The golden eyes of the boy who was all white stared at the lake surface, on which was reflected the appearance of the boy with orange hair fighting with people.

"What are you afraid of?"

The boy opened his mouth, spit out the same sentence as the blond girl reflected on the lake, then showed a mocking look, twitched the corners of his mouth and sneered.

"My lord...is this the first time someone has asked you this?"

"This person, me, and..."

"Ah, by the way, the first one to ask this question is..."

He paused, thinking of something bad, the smile disappeared from the corner of his mouth, as if the expression just now was an illusion of the viewer.

"...That fellow Zan Yue."

He looked indifferent, but he easily won the right to use Ichigo's body in the battle.As long as the Reiatsu used by Ichigo exceeds that limit, he can go out.

"Tsk." He gritted his teeth, looking disgusted.

"My king... you bastard..."

Knowing that Ichigo couldn't hear him, he continued.

"Seeing you like this makes me angry."

"You're so afraid of being like that."

"Sure enough..."

Bai Qi's perspective suddenly changed, he raised his hand, and grabbed the girl's neck, his golden eyes showed a bit of ruthlessness, but the corners of his mouth couldn't stop rising, making his face look a bit ferocious.

The girl's eyes widened, and the blur almost faded away.

It wasn't until the other seven people stopped the boy's movements and knocked off the bone mask with red lines that Shirasaki's perspective returned to Ichigo's inner world.

"Ha." Bai Qi was not surprised, and licked the corner of his lips with his pretty tongue.

"very soon......"

He said softly, put his hand on the white Zhanyue wrapped in layers of bandages on his right hand, and clenched it suddenly.

......

Shirasaki drooped his eyelids.

The group said they wanted to teach Ichigo to subdue him, but they made him ride a bicycle that consumed Reiatsu.

......hehe.

It is estimated that he will not be able to stand it for a while.

Thinking of this, Shirasaki returned to the tall building and sat down with a casual posture, as if he was not worried that Ichigo would arrive in the next second.

"Zen Yue..."

Shirasaki looked at the unchanging sky, but remembered the person who had not been there for a long time.

"fair enough."

He closed his eyes, with a peaceful expression, as if he was the boy next door, and he couldn't see the fierce and ferocious expression before.

Zhanyue's thoughts, he is not clear.

He also knew what she guessed about what he was thinking.

"So, want to go out?"

That's what she asked him then.

Yes, it seems that I did think so at the beginning.

Because being locked up in a place like this is so lonely.Even if there is still her, the scenery here will never change.

When she wasn't there, it was as quiet as it was now, maddeningly quiet.

So far, all he had, and all he had, seemed to be here.

"Those... are all mine."

But these are too simple, and it is because they are too simple that they feel that this place can be destroyed and denied so easily.

Only in the thought of "King".

Why?

Why can that guy who is the king enjoy everything outside?

He wants to change that relationship.

Pull him down from his unshakable throne.

"want to."

He thought so at the time.

Whether it's the outside world or Zan Yue.

"Really want."

Zan Yue's color is black, but Yue Jian's color is brown.

Such a simple color.

That was... the color he had admired so much.

But then the idea changed.

Probably... when she asked this sentence.

I don't think so for a while.

Still later, she said something that made his eyes widen.

"If one day I'm gone, replace me."

At that time, he still felt strange, and there was an inexplicable sadness on that face.He knew she wouldn't cry at that time, but the taste of loneliness spread easily.

It was only later that he realized that she was so perceptive and had already expected the ending.

Thinking of her casual movements when Zhanyue was here, he suddenly wanted to laugh.

"It's raining again." She looked up at the gloomy sky, then put her hand on his forehead, "...It's very cold."

"Idiot, there is no such thing as body temperature." He opened his mouth at that time, intending to ridicule like this, but in the end he just made a single sound and didn't continue.

"So hot."

He touched the touched forehead.

"Where it is touched, it is like being branded."

That kind of temperature seems to burn even this spirit body.

"I can't look away."

Sitting casually, his golden eyes narrowed, but he kept paying attention to that person all the time.

"That color."

The color on her body was too monotonous, but it just caught my eye.

She won't remember because Ichigo is her everything.And caring for yourself is just like some habits among friends.

It's like she never confuses herself with Ichigo, it's obviously the same face.As long as he pays a little attention, he can even use the same voice as him.

"It's different," she said.

"Shirasaki is Shirasaki, Ichigo is Ichigo, it's different."

As Zhanyue, her voice is much colder than Yuejian's, but it's not hard to hear the helplessness in it.

"You are not like him, not him." She pressed her hand on his shoulder, her black eyes behind the mask were bright, "You are all indispensable to me."

But this indispensability is also different.

For her, Ichigo is salvation.

As she is to him.

But she was the only "existence" left for him.

"From now on, can you protect Ichigo for me?"

He thought of this, lowered his eyelids, and remembered his almost crazy reaction at that time.

Yes, that's a promise...

He promised, and of course he would.

Either way.

He raised his eyes to see the orange-haired boy who appeared not far away, and he raised his mouth again, revealing his usual insolent smile.

"Hey--"

He drew a long tone, his voice slightly hoarse.

"It's been a long time."

He paused, then stood up slowly.

"king."

The author has something to say: Shirasaki's Confessions.

No matter what I write recently, I feel tired qwq finally managed to squeeze out a complete chapter.