[Bungo Stray Dog Yui] Disqualification in the world

01.

In the night fog.

The end of the night fog may be an end, life, life, career, or something else.

Lupine Bar.

When the woman walked in, everyone looked at her, but it was not appropriate to say everyone, because there were only three people in the bar including the boss.

The soft black curves spiral into large swathes of dark flowers blooming on her arms, and the vines kiss each other and blend into more delicate and graceful lines, flowing all the way to the fingertips, turning into a small ring, imprisoning her soul in it .The diamond-shaped squares and the quadrangular black blocks divided her face into fragments.There was a piercing smile on every fragment, she lowered her eyes behind the veil, seemingly obedient, but there was a contemptuous sneer under her eyelashes.

And after seeing the two people who were drinking, the smile on her face disappeared slowly, like the mist that dissipated in the morning.

"You're here." Osamu Dazai shook the cup and looked at the woman in front of him, and called out her name with a smile, "Yui."

The woman named Wei took off her veil and gloves, revealing a pair of dirty and scalded hands. "Mmm." She responded in a low voice, her black eyes were dim and tired, which couldn't be concealed.

"What do you want?" the boss asked.

She didn't answer, and after responding to Osamu Dazai's words, she leaned on her arm and buried her face in the shadows.Her black hair fell down her cheeks, blocking all view.

Osamu Dazai shook the glass and smiled slowly.

Oda Saku next to her watched her fade away from her bustling appearance, and then her eyes fell on her pair of terrifying hands.He just looked at her like this and said, "A cocktail, thank you."

"What cocktail?" the boss asked.

"Whatever you want." Oda Saku said, "I don't understand this."

The boss turned around and went back to bartending, but Osamu Dazai was still shaking the glass and the ice cubes inside, and said, "You are really kind, Odasaku."

"It's just helping to order a glass of wine, it's not kind." Oda said.

"No, what I mean by 'good intentions' is the kindness of 'doing bad things with good intentions'." Osamu Dazai put down his glass with a smile and said, "There are many types of cocktails. What if the boss doesn't make the only one he likes?"

"Then there is no other way." Odasaku said while taking out the handkerchief, "There are so many 'what ifs' in life."

"Life is full of 'what ifs'." Dazai Osamu said, it seems that he has entered a habitual state of stalking, Odasaku is not interested in entangled with him, but holds the handkerchief, intending to put Yuiro in Wipe off the blood on the outside hands.

"I'll come." Dazai Osamu said.

Odasaku saw that his lowered eyes seemed to be overflowing with tenderness.

But that's just an illusion under the light.

Sure enough, the action he started to wipe after holding her wrist could be called rough, many small wounds could be seen where the handkerchief passed by, and he even let these wounds burst open again, oozing blood.

She seemed to want to withdraw her hand, but he held her wrist tightly.

"... Pain." She said softly.

Osamu Dazai's movements still didn't stop, she raised her head directly, a little cold breath overflowed from her blue eyes, and the sound of the wind rose from her feet before disappearing in less than a second.

Odasaku closed his eyes, and the scene of blood spattered three feet from the bar was reflected in the vision of the future at that moment. He had foreseen this kind of future many times in the past, but he never realized it once.

After all, the opponent is Osamu Dazai.

After all, Dazai Osamu's supernatural power is a disqualification in the world.

But nothing happened, Osamu Dazai still wiped off the last trace of stain and blood on her hands with lowered eyes, and then asked, "Does it hurt?"

"It hurts," she said.

He kissed the back of her hand, then took the glass of blood and sand cocktail from the bar owner and put it in her hand, and said slowly: "It's okay if it hurts." There was a cold look in his eyes. Light intertwined with the blood of the cocktail.

here we go again.Oda Sakunosuke thought in his heart.Blood splattered three feet in various poses appeared again in the foreseeable picture.

"No way." Osamu Dazai shook his finger, "If I die, you will die too, so I can die by anyone, but it must not be you."

Then Yui turned to look at Oda Tsukuru next to him, and said angrily, "Sakunosuke, help me kill him."

Oda Sakunosuke shook his head, he got up, put one hand on one head and pressed them down, and then said, "Fujiwara, Dazai, you play first, I'll go outside to smoke a cigarette."

The sound of Oda Sakunosu pushing the door to leave echoed in the bar for a long time.

Osamu Dazai rested his head on his arms and said, "Hey, Yui, Odasaku doesn't want us anymore."

"He'll be back," Wei said.

"What if you don't come back?" Osamu Dazai rubbed his face against his arm like a cat, and said.

"Then we still have each other." Yui said, her voice was very calm, maybe too quiet, like a gust of wind blowing in the night, then she raised her eyes and smiled quietly at Osamu Dazai, "Just kidding."

"I was almost moved by you." Osamu Dazai also smiled, "I'm at a loss for words."

Street lamps glow indifferently in the dark night and fog.

The night that comes alone is not special compared to other darkness.

The dim but welcoming lighting in the bar feels inexplicably shameful.

Yui stretched out her finger, her hand was very beautiful - if you don't look at the small wound on it - when that finger touched Dazai Osamu's cheek, and Dazai Osamu had closed his eyes to enjoy the touch When touched, the cat in the bar meowed.

She withdrew her hand, and the cat jumped onto her lap. She began to caress the orange cat with lowered eyes, and said, "He will come back, because he is Oda Saku, not Oda Sakunosuke."

Oda Sakunosuke was once the number one killer in this land.

And Oda is just a low-level cadre of the port mafia.

"What about you? Yui." Osamu Dazai said with his eyes still closed, in a singing tone.

"I've always been called Fujiwara Yui." Wei said while stroking the orange cat, "It's your wishful thinking that called me 'Yi'."

Fujiwara Yui, the second killer in the past, may be called Oda Sakunosuke's friend.

The wind chime rang.

The door opened.

Oda Sakunosuke's voice sounded: "I'm really relieved to see that you haven't fought yet, Dazai, and... Yui."

After Dazai opened his eyes, the corners of his lips slightly raised an arc, "It seems that I am not the only one who is wishful thinking."

Wei couldn't help but smile.

Odasaku came over and raised the glass.

The two of them also raised their glasses.

"Cheers to wishful thinking."

The agate-colored wine in the glass precipitated the luster of the night.