[Comprehensive] How to kill a rabid dog gently

"I have no intention of pursuing your behavior of abandoning your subordinates to follow up alone, although you could have avoided a lot of trouble."

With his back to Akutagawa, Osamu Dazai took off his scarf and hung it on the coat rack on the right hand side very naturally, revealing his familiarity with the layout here.

"But they'll just get in the way..."

"Getting in the way? Once in your hands, there are no completely useless chess pieces—"

Dazai turned around, and the intentionally created gaze full of explicit disappointment almost gave Akutagawa the illusion of being torn apart.

"Ah, sorry, I forgot Akutagawa-kun, you are not qualified to sit in front of the chess game at all."

Akutagawa Ryunosuke felt cold blood flow from his whole body. From his fingertips to his heart, resentment and resentment roared and exploded in his blood vessels. He raised his head and fixedly stared at Dazai's face, but the other party just made a little smile, mercilessly about to More cruel words uttered—

Cheng, who said "go to the balcony to get some air" and thoughtfully reserved a private space for the two of them, suddenly opened the door of the cubicle. She seemed not to have noticed the tense atmosphere between the two. When her eyes focused on herself, she felt innocent. She blinked apologetically for interrupting the conversation.

The sense of oppression on Osamu Dazai dissipated in an instant, and the ice in his eyes quickly turned into nostalgia swaying like spring water when he saw Cheng, and quickly changed from a dangerous mafia to the clingy person Kawasaki Cheng is used to, which is a bit annoying lovers.

"Is there anything you want to drink?" Cheng asked while opening the refrigerator, "Akutagawa-kun is not yet an adult, is he?"

"..."

When the intense emotion was too late to be externalized, it was cut off like a gun that had been crushed by a fire letter, and Akutagawa couldn't help but feel a little powerless.

"……Yes."

"Then you can't drink alcohol, can you drink juice?" Akutagawa looked at Kamisumi, hesitated to refuse for half a second, was taken as acquiescence by Chengquan, and turned his face to cut off Dazai's unspoken complaint, "'Why not "Ask my opinion" and so on, that's all for now Oh Dazai, drink your juice obediently, after all, you are not a guest, so don't act coquettishly in front of your children."

"Cheng, do you also think I'm the hostess?!"

"Of course not, I just feel that Dazai is not someone who needs to be entertained." Kawasaki Sumina, who is gentle with everyone, will occasionally smile and say spicy words when facing Dazai Osamu, "So, interrupt You are so sorry, please continue."

After Cheng returned to the balcony, the conversation just now couldn't go on no matter what.

The sense of absurdity and dislocation that has haunted Akutagawa's heart since he woke up here is getting stronger.

The woman named Kawasaki Summi, apart from being a supernatural being, from her temperament to her behavior, she undoubtedly belongs to the everyday side.Akutagawa drew the line of demarcation early on, and established the consciousness that this body stands in the dark, and the other side of the light is an area of ​​indifference to him.

Because that is a place that will never have anything to do with myself.

But Kawasaki herself, and her subtle connection to the shadow side, blur the dividing line.

"Ah... there is no way to continue the lecture. Then, Akutagawa-kun, let's get straight to the point."

Osamu Dazai's expression became quiet.

"As far as the results are concerned, in fact, you have completed the task beautifully... All personnel were annihilated, and there were no casualties on our side."

Akutagawa subconsciously touched the wound on his abdomen, and found that the pain was minimal. It was less than 48 hours since the injury, and the wound had recovered to the point where it was almost healed.

"...Do you understand, Cheng himself is such a precious supernatural being." Dazai sighed, "This is the follow-up trouble you brought, Akutagawa-kun, in order to save you, Cheng had to be exposed to the mafia. Her powers are not combat capable in the field of vision, which makes her a very dangerous position now - so before I can arrange everything and officially bring Cheng under the protection of the port mafia, I need someone to make sure that her safety."

Osamu Dazai paused for a moment, he thought his meaning had been expressed straightforwardly enough.

"Of course, this is just my personal order and has nothing to do with the organization. You can refuse to execute it..."

"No, Mr. Dazai." Ryunosuke Akutagawa said word by word, "I will definitely, and fulfill my mission."

Cheng leaned on the window sill, counting the sparse stars round after round. She reached into her pocket, randomly picked out a candy from a bag of candy, peeled off the candy wrapper and put it in her mouth.

When Osamu Dazai hugged her from behind, Chung didn't look surprised, but naturally wrapped his fingers together.

"It's a bit cold, Dazai, do you feel cold?"

"Do not."

Osamu Dazai took Cheng's hand instead, and buried his face in Cheng's hair.

"If I said to you 'Come with me', would you give me your hand, Cheng?"

"Dazai..."

Kawasaki Summi sighed, gently broke away from Dazai, turned around and stared at his lover's face.

"Now you need me, right?"

There are shards of the moon in her eyes.

The light and shadow from the distant sky gradually become gentle in the process of traveling through time and the universe.

"So, Dazai, I will."

Osamu Dazai opened his eyes slightly, and then, probably to cover up the rapid heartbeat, he wrapped Cheng into his arms with a windbreaker, and exchanged a kiss with her.

Orange flavored.

Dazai thought.

"I have to prepare for our moving." He said, "Any expectations for the new life, Ah Cheng?"

Kawasaki Sumire thought for a while: "Well, I'm a little tired of the work of a pharmacist... After moving, I want to open a dessert shop."

"Leave it to me." Osamu Dazai lightly jumped onto the balcony, "Then, I'll put the scarf with you first, and I'll pick it up later."

The young cadre of Hong Kong and Hei jumped down, his coat was lifted by the hunting wind, and Cheng watched him fall with a calm expression as if he was begging for death.

He didn't leave immediately, Cheng guessed that he was saying goodbye, so she whispered a response that also couldn't reach the other party's ear.

"Goodbye."

Cheng stayed on the balcony for a while, but finally couldn't withstand the cold of the winter night, turned around and walked into the house.

There was only one desk lamp turned on in the room, and the slightly dizzy light could barely reflect half of the wall, so the depth was even deeper.The boy sat at the boundary between light and dark, melting into the night from his shoulders, and he could barely see the border of his clothes and the shadow.

Oh...the things that Dazai left behind, besides the scarf, aren't there other things.