[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

Knowing the other side of the courtyard is still well-organized, tidy and spacious in the long years of losing its owner, but it seems that the standard guest rooms that can be checked in anytime and anywhere in the world are clean but unpopular.All the necessities of life and the quiet and well-behaved delicate puppets that are available at any time may make this huge house the most perfect shelter, but it is only the most perfect shelter.

So at this moment, Aizen, who is sitting on a spacious platform specially opened up on the roof of the Iai, on a rattan recliner carefully laid out with a soft and comfortable thin velvet blanket, will not understand, Aizen's vice-captain will not understand, Aizen Captain Ran will not understand, and even the king of the virtual circle who will sit on the clouds and look down at all living things with cold eyes will never understand what this perfect shelter means for Mako Hirako who is always in fear of sudden changes and hides in Tibet. What; what does it mean to Mako Hirako, who has spent almost the entire childhood with her father's lovingly smiling face if it wasn't for the blurred image in the mirror; What does it mean to be a wandering soul like duckweed, drifting with the tide, coming from no source, and returning to nowhere?

This place that has dissipated all the warmth left by the owner...is the only place that can be called home in the memory of Hirako Mako in the chaos of wandering.The warmth before this has been gradually forgotten by the young children. After that, the boy who lost his identity, strength, memory, and almost lost his life never existed in the blank world.

Affectionate, do not pay words.

This is Mako Hirako's arrogant and silent love. If this encounter is so weak that it cannot be redeemed at all, it will eventually end in disagreement, then let him bury everything alone after parting ways.

If there is no inscription, no tomb, nothing to pay homage to, naturally...it will be forgotten in the end.

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Run away, run away, do your best, run as far as you can!

The wheezing that tore the lung lobe lingered in the open throat, and the thoughts in the brain were already chaotic with endless fear. The girl running in the dense forest in the middle of the night did not tremble and cry because of the ghostly shadows covered by trees, but Because the approaching breath from behind drained the last ounce of courage to lift up his steps.

The sore ankle was stumbled heavily by the bare|exposed tree roots, and the girl rolled embarrassingly on the soft and fluffy fallen leaves. Suddenly, a flash of cold light flashed through the eyes of the girl, which split the thick night At the same time, it also penetrated the girl's thin and delicate body, nailing her like a frail and beautiful butterfly specimen in the fragrance of the soil. ——The fatal wound that penetrated the heart did not free the spiritual body that should have been separated from the body from the shackles of the causal chain. Obviously, the cold light from the electric shot can not only hurt the flesh | made of utensils.

The moment the black robe that could reach the ground was raised, it revealed the white ankles of jade, and the jingling of the wrists condensed the once slack sanity.The girl clenched the long knife that pierced her chest and spat out a mouthful of scarlet blood. She gritted her teeth and asked in a hissed voice, "We have no vengeance, why did you kill me!"

"Can't I kill you if there is no injustice or enmity?" The black-robed figure whose hair was hanging down and whose face was completely hidden in the dark and deep darkness asked calmly and calmly.

The girl let go of her palm from the long knife in front of her chest, and let the gurgling blood soak into her palm, and coughed out a mouthful of bright red again: "Then let me die to understand! Why did you kill me?"

"Want to know the reason why I killed you? Answer me a question first." The clear and sharp baritone voice is like the moonlight that will never be seen tonight, bright and cold, clearly without happiness or sadness Unfazed by favor or humiliation, but with an unfathomable gentleness and silence, "Excuse me, are you Mr. Axon Germain Prussia?"

"How did you..." The soul that finally separated from the human body in the irreversible decline of the body has a delicate and handsome young male face that is completely different from the charming girl, and the hoarse male voice reveals uncontrollable fear .

The black-robed man took a step forward and clenched the cold sword hilt tightly. The movement of raising his shoulders and arms made the hair hanging on his shoulders raise a dark wave. The soul can penetrate the darkness and reflect the exquisite and perfect lines of the jaw like suet white jade. And...the cheeks that were supposed to be as smooth as stagnation were covered with frightening blood.

Drenched in the creepy blood mottled, the sweet thin lips curled into an understated smile, and the moment he pulled out the long knife lightly, he said lightly, "This is the reason why I want to kill you, my lord priest."

The frivolous and frail spirit body gradually dissipated under the gaze of the dark pupils, and the hair fell down again to cover the vermilion spreading on the handsome and timeless outline. The tip of the iceberg protruding from the mansion: "As expected of a magic wand who is good at divination with a shaman. If the owner inside is not too busy to take care of himself, I will never approach here easily. Maybe you can escape tonight." The black robe The man stretched out his thumb and caressed his chin in embarrassment, "However, there is still a big trouble. Destruction of corpses and traces will still make people feel troublesome."

The slender white fingers poked out the flowing cuffs of the wide sleeves of the toga, and gently pinched down the drunken horse trees that have been planted all over the courtyard. After so many years, they have even spread in the woods around the house.Because of the low temperature in the mountains, a bunch of white bell-shaped flower buds shyly hang from the verdant branches and leaves that should have passed the flowering period.

The black-robed man bent over and held his chest in his chest, a white wrist protruding from the black cuff, and gently placed the broken horse's drunken wood on the fatal wound on the girl's chest.The silver-blue light condenses on the translucent fingertips, and the green and immature buds bloom overnight on the leafy branches.

The last piece of hard bone also turned into fly ash that drifted with the wind, losing the nourishment of flesh and blood, and the horse drunken tree that bloomed overnight also walked towards the inevitable withering and withering.The dark red bloodstains meandered and bloomed on the fingertips entwined with spiritual pressure, and took off the last unfading pure white black robe. The man in the black robe laughed softly, letting the enchanting beauty soak up the flawless whiteness: "On behalf of The flower language of Ma Zuimu in the fifth team is sacrifice, danger, and pure love. However, it also has a meaning that is very suitable for describing the current situation-devotion. Of course, this meaning is especially suitable for describing the present. Team Fan, don’t you think so?”

As if hearing some interesting answer, the man in black gave a pleasant chuckle and nodded: "You are right, but I didn't mean what you said. Ah, you said the wound on your hand, as long as you wait It will get better soon by your side."

When the man in black turned around and walked towards the boundless darkness, his blood-stained palm slowly spread out, letting the snow-white hanging clock in his palm roll and crumble, and then he didn't know whether he walked into the invisible darkness or should he say Swallowed by the thick and colorful darkness, the last tumbling corner of the robe is hidden in the darkness of the night. In the deep and silent woods, there are only the soft rustling of the wind passing through the trees, and the withered and withered wreckage of the horse drunken tree that bloomed overnight and then decayed instantly.

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I finally got back my touch, tears in my eyes

Delight!