Yokohama Hearts Fraudster

Starry night.

Osamu Dazai stood on the roof of a high-rise building with his hands in his pockets, calmly gazing at the unique night view of Yokohama, which was full of lights and feasting.

The cool breeze blew the overlong black coat on his shoulders, and let the soft black hair caress his cheeks. On the 17-year-old handsome face in his prime, there was a hint of a faint smile meaning.

He just quietly stared at the scenery in front of him, the moonlight was like water, making his figure more and more hazy, almost blending with the darkness of the moonlit night.

Suddenly, his figure moved.

Turning sideways, he casually raised his eyes to look behind him, and suddenly smiled.

"good evening."

"It's so strange to meet someone in a place like this..."

Unknowingly, a strange figure appeared there.

Behind him is a beautiful silver plate hanging in the sky. The man is wearing a black dress, standing elegantly behind him, tapping the brim of his hat with his right hand, and putting his left hand casually in his trouser pocket. The butterfly mask is worn on the On his face, only a pair of eyes and a graceful chin curve were exposed, making him look full of mystery.

In the darkness, Osamu Dazai couldn't see the man's face covered by the mask clearly. His eyes fell on the row of silver buttons on the fashionable dress designed by the man, and the same color as the buttons in the moonlight appeared in his eyes. The halo refracted below is exactly the same coldness.

"What are you doing here?"

The man spoke, with a smile in his voice, but his voice was softer and weirder than expected, as if a piece of sugar was stuffed in his throat, a little too sweet.

Osamu Dazai looked at the man's neck, but because it was covered by the fabric of the high collar, he couldn't tell whether there was an Adam's apple.

But according to his intuition, this person should be male and not very old.

"Well, the scenery here is very beautiful." While looking at it, he gestured towards the distance with his palm, his slender eyelashes moved slightly, and a casual smile appeared on his face: "When you encounter such a beautiful night scene, don't you want to experience it from here?" Do you feel the thrill of jumping off?"

"..."

The man wrapped in the evening gown did not speak. Osamu Dazai badly guessed whether the other party was surprised by his lines, and forgot his words for a while.However, the imaginary funny scene did not come, and the man chuckled lightly in his usual tone.

"Oh, very interesting proposal."

He bent down gracefully, covered his chest with his palms, and performed a perfect gentleman's salute.

"Please feel free to do so. I hope my presence will not interrupt your good mood of jumping off the building."

As he spoke, he stood where he was, as if he had made up his mind not to bother her.

Dazai Osamu's originally calm pupils flashed with tiny rays of light, and he looked over with interest.

After learning that he was going to commit suicide, he saw people who were eager to stop him, and he also saw people who left indifferently.But the one in front of him was the first one who was super calm and planned to watch.

Things seem to be getting interesting.

Dazai Osamu is a very bad person. Once this kind of character meets someone or something that interests him, it is like a spark that starts a prairie fire, and it will never stop.

So he really retracted the foot that was about to stretch out towards the edge, and with a smile on his face, he suddenly said, "My mind has changed."

The man in the butterfly mask moved his head, and the top hat on his head tilted to one side as he moved, as if asking silently.

"Come with me."

Joking tones echoed in the air.

It also made the man's actions a success.

The curvature of the corners of Dazai Osamu's lips became deeper and deeper, and the cunning in his eyes almost overflowed, shining brightly.

"You met me committing suicide but you are not going to leave, then there is a high probability that you need to find me for something... If you jump off here with me, I will agree to your request, how about it?"

The air was quiet for a few seconds, only the rustling sound of summer wind caressing the leaves, or the occasional roar of engines flying across the sky could be heard.

After an unknown amount of time, in Dazai Osamu's expectant sight, the man wearing the butterfly mask finally moved.

"Oh?" He walked in the direction of Osamu Dazai with one hand in his pocket. His steps were as relaxed as a passenger walking in Yokohama. A pair of well-polished black leather shoes made a trampling sound, and every step seemed to be walking in the direction of Osamu Dazai. like on the apex of my heart.

After that, he stopped at the same level as Osamu Dazai.

On one side is the abyss without guardrails, and the scythe of death seems to have been placed around their necks, waiting for them to send themselves into the tiger's mouth.

But the expressions of the two of them were equally relaxed and comfortable. As the distance drew closer, Osamu Dazai could clearly see that the man's beautiful lips were slightly raised, casually, and with a certain peculiar temperament.

The man opened his mouth, and his deliberately low voice revealed a hoarse charm.

"I see."

He smiled rather ambiguously.

"—Would you like to die with me, sir?"

"..."

For a moment, Osamu Dazai's eyes widened involuntarily, and he froze.

This makes him a bit like a small animal, full of cuteness and déjà vu.

But this feeling is only in the blink of an eye. In the next second, the corner of Dazai Osamu's mouth curled up, chewing these two words repeatedly in his mouth with interest, "Sacrificing love, dying for love... is it, dying for love. You It's an interesting word."

He sighed exaggeratedly, and shrugged helplessly, "If I die for love, I still like to die for love with girls."

"I'm sorry for you." The man in the mask echoed in a gentle tone, but then, he blinked his left eye lightly, releasing a trace of electricity that could almost numb his heart, "But to be able to be with a gentleman like you It is an honor for me to die together.”

Amused by his praise, Osamu Dazai also followed his example and blinked mischievously, "So you promised me?"

"There is no reason to refuse."

Under his enthusiastic gaze, the masked man stretched out his right hand, with the palm of the black glove turned up, and stopped in front of him.

"Then, handsome gentleman."

At this distance, Osamu Dazai bumped into a pair of pale glass-like smiling eyes.

The soft black hair under the top hat fluttered with the wind, and the corner of the man's lips curled into a confident smile, bright as if it could shake his dark heart at the moment.

"With this beautiful moonlight, are you willing to die in love with me here?"

……

The current situation seems to have been completely reversed. It was obvious that Osamu Dazai was the vicious inviter, but unexpectedly the man in front of him was able to turn passive into active, and even broke the fear of routine death for love with his elegant demeanor.

This appearance is more like the two of them are going to some evening dance, the atmosphere is full of relaxation and casualness.

There is no pleasure of dying before death, no comfort when embracing death, and even seems to be regarded as a woman, but Osamu Dazai's eyes are brighter and brighter, and his smile is getting stronger and stronger.

It's so interesting, I haven't seen such an interesting thing for a long time.

He took the masked man's hand without any hesitation: "I am very willing."

Then in the next moment, he noticed that the opposite figure suddenly retracted his arm forcefully, pulling him unsteadily, and staggered forward, and a scorching palm just touched his side, Tightly outline his waist.

She pinched him lightly on the waist.

"The waist is quite thin."

Someone's calm and hooligan chuckle came from my ear.

Dazai Osamu's expression suddenly became very exciting: "..."

Osamu Dazai never thought that one day he would be molested by a man of the same sex.

In the past, he was the only one who flirted with women, but when the position was reversed, this feeling... was very subtle.

Just as he was thinking, the masked face came into close contact with him unexpectedly. Under the exquisite butterfly mask inlaid with transparent gemstones, the corners of his lips curved harshly.

"Hold me tight, but don't let go of my hand."

The sudden heat in his arms made Osamu Dazai's body stiffen a bit.

After all, anyone who was able to get so close to him had been shot by him or his subordinates long ago, and it was probably the first time that he was still alive and kicking to take advantage of him.

But soon, he didn't have time to think about it, because from the corner of his vision, he had clearly seen the person in front of him taking a step to one side.

And at that step, there is an empty abyss below.

Almost at the moment his brain reacted, Osamu Dazai felt the dizziness of weightlessness, and subconsciously grabbed the shoulders of the person in front of him.

The violent wind blew on their bodies recklessly, blowing their hair into a mess, and what was even more frightening was that the fear of weightlessness also suddenly surfaced, beating their hearts.

The surrounding scenery was fading rapidly, and the scythe of death wrapped the two people who were falling from the building coldly.

But the fiery arm around his waist firmly hugged him, without moving a bit. When he should be flustered, Osamu Dazai's face was surprisingly calm.

He stared unblinkingly at the man wearing a butterfly mask in front of him, a gleam appeared in his eyes, although it was a bit ridiculous to think of such a thing when he jumped off the building, but now he really wants to lift the other's mask and look at this human face.

What kind of face is this?

It's like being scratched by a kitten's paws on the heart, itchy, and there is nowhere to put it.

As if aware of his gaze, the masked man looked directly at him, and suddenly smiled at him.

The free right hand was stretched out in front of him, and he snapped his fingers neatly.

A dazzling white light flashed in front of his eyes, and Osamu Dazai's pupils shrank suddenly.

A beautiful oil-paper umbrella appeared in the hands of the masked man at some point. The pattern on the surface of the umbrella is hydrangeas in full bloom. I don’t know what material it is made of, and there are fine gold glitters flowing on the surface. Dazai Osamu's vision was brightened.

The tassels flowing from the side of the umbrella were blown to one side by the wind at the same time, and the crisp ringing of bells could be vaguely heard echoing in my ears.

The man in a gorgeous dress supported the oil-paper umbrella with one hand and hugged him with the other, like a flower blooming in the dark night, flying and wandering in the wind, leaving their own traces in this unique night scene.

But even though the light oil-paper umbrella couldn't support the weight of the two of them at all, Osamu Dazai really felt that their descent was gradually slowing down, and the scenery beside him began to become clearer.

He looked at the masked man in front of him, and seemed to be able to see the countless twinkling stars contained in those clear eyes.

He put his palms on the man's shoulders, and the man's palms on his waist, and looked at him with a smile on his face. Holding an oil-paper umbrella, he slowly spun and fell in the air, surrounded by neon lights. It felt more and more like being in a grand ball, they danced with the wind, and only had each other in their eyes.

Osamu Dazai felt that it was lucky to be able to see this kind of dreamy and unreal scenery in his life.

Whether it's this magical oiled paper umbrella, or the faceless man in front of him wantonly embracing him, I'm afraid it will leave a deep mark in his memory.

He will never forget the scene in front of him that touched his heartstrings.

Until his feet touched the ground, Osamu Dazai was still indulging in this feeling and did not react immediately.

Instead, the masked man loosened his waist first, and snapped his fingers again, and the oil-paper umbrella that appeared inexplicably returned to nothingness with a bang, as if everything just now was an illusion.

"How does it feel to die for love with me, sir?"

A cunning flashed in the man's eyes, and he called Dazai Osamu back to consciousness with a sweet tone.

"What was that just now!" Unexpectedly, Osamu Dazai, who experienced the thrill of jumping off a building, suddenly took a few steps in front of him with bright eyes, and his tone suddenly became cheerful, "Why did an umbrella appear in a blink of an eye?" Time disappeared again! Is this your ability?!"

Contrary to the bad attitude of inviting him to jump off the building just now, the current Dazai Osamu really looks like a young man who is thirsty for knowledge, but for some reason the masked man saw a black cat with its tail up and desperately clinging towards him. The iris eyes are also amazingly bright.

Looking at Osamu Dazai who leaned forward slightly and stared at him expectantly, the masked man paused a little hesitantly, then raised his right hand—just put his palm on the top of Osamu Dazai's head, and gently touched it twice. Down.

Feeling the heat on the top of his head, Osamu Dazai froze, but he didn't dodge it, he just blinked his eyes, the smile on the corners of his lips restrained a little, and a bit of doubt appeared on his brow.

He looked at the upturned lips of the masked man out of the corner of his eye, guessing that the man in the mask was in a good mood, so this action...was meant to praise him?

It was the first time he was treated like a child. Osamu Dazai, while being novel, also reasonably guessed that the other party was at least 20 years old, and when he was molesting him just now, his movements were sophisticated and smooth, which is not something that minors can have.

Just as he was thinking, the hand fell along the top of his head to the side of his face, and while he was not paying attention, he raised his fingertips slightly.

"According to the agreement, I will claim my reward."

During the words, the snow-white bandage wrapped around Dazai Osamu's right eye was instantly loosened in the man's hand, and he pulled all of them over.

The sudden clarity of vision made Osamu Dazai stop the movement of wanting to fight back. The distance just now was too dangerous, and it took him a lot of effort not to attack.

After finally finding such an interesting person, he didn't want to throw away so soon.

After casually brushing away the obtrusive strands of hair that fell in front of his eyes, Osamu Dazai looked at the man's palm and raised his eyebrows meaningfully: "The reward you mentioned is my bandage?"

The masked man nodded: "That's right."

Osamu Dazai glanced at him with a smile, and deliberately annoyed him: "This is a bandage I used. I want to collect bandages used by others. Could it be that you are a pervert?"

"Heh." The man was not angry, he gave a low laugh, and then licked his lower lip rather ambiguously, "If I really were, it wasn't just touching your waist just now, or saying ..."

He casually narrowed the distance with Osamu Dazai, "Actually, you want more, huh?"

Tsk, old rascal.

Once he played hooligans, he even forgot the elegance just now.

"Thank you for your love, I don't need it." Osamu Dazai moved his fingertips to his lower back with a smirk, "I advise you not to approach me any more, it's easy to misfire in this dark sky , it would be bad if I accidentally hurt you."

The man stopped obediently, his eyes turned around the black muzzle of the just raised gun, and he backed away regretfully.

"It seems that the time to meet you at night has come to an end, unfortunately."

He turned sideways, pointing the brim of his hat with his fingertips, the corners of his lips curved gracefully, and the black cloak behind him danced with the wind.

——Anyway, very handsome.

Osamu Dazai put away the gun with a smile, and when the person completely disappeared in front of him, he asked again: "Speaking of which, I haven't asked your name yet, can you tell me?"

Turning his face sideways, the silver eyes of the masked man broke into Osamu Dazai's heart once again.

After a pause of three seconds, he heard the man's reply.

"—Moon Shadow Mask."

After finishing speaking, he snapped his fingers crisply, and the figure of the man disappeared in front of Osamu Dazai in an instant.

Only Osamu Dazai was left silently reciting this weird name, and couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Pfft, secondary illness?"

The author has something to say: Moon Shadow Mask comes from Sailor Moon~

Let’s open a pit, because it’s too sudden and I don’t know how many people will comment. In short, let’s set 50 red envelopes to catch it~

I can’t see the app, I’ll try to refresh it infinitely.

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[Reminder at the beginning, you must read it]

1. The protagonist is a rogue when he wears a vest, all kinds of provocative, but only limited to provocative.The monster thief has a high level of compulsion.

2. According to the character design of the fraud master, the protagonist is usually gentle, pure and harmless, and will secretly poke and eat human tofu.

3. There is cp Zhongye in this article, only when facing Zhongye, the protagonist will molested on a large scale, and he has never liked others (just used to flirt), only Zhongye is very special, so he is Shuangjie.

4. Always follow the fraud master's settings.

5. The aroma system involving abo is just for fun and limited.

6. For the problem of attacking and receiving, the monster thief will attack, and the normal state will be receiving. You can match it as you like.