[Bungo Stray Dog Yui] Disqualification in the world

08.

That night, Oda Sakunosuke drove Yui home. When the car was parked downstairs, Oda Sakuno lit a cigarette, opened the window, and said, "Shall we chat?"

"Okay." She nodded.

Odasaku took a puff of his cigarette, looked up to the third floor amidst the smog, "The lights are off. Maybe he's asleep, or he's not at home."

"Maybe lying on the window and spying on us," she said.

"It's also possible." Odasaku bent the corners of his lips, feeling that Osamu Dazai could really do such a thing, and the image of him peeping on the glass had already appeared in his mind - very visual.

Then he saw her get up, turn sideways, her cheek against his.

Dislocation, as if in a kissing position.

"Tell me, what will happen to him if he sees this scene?" She whispered in his ear.

"Anything is possible, after all he is Dazai." Oda Saku said.

"That's right." She sat back on the co-pilot seat again, then leaned back and closed her eyes, "What are you talking about?"

"Actually, I thought you shouldn't do this from the beginning." Oda said.

"Preaching?" she asked.

Odasaku was silent for a few seconds, then said, "Yes."

She understood what Odasaku meant.

The three of them—now plus Ango, the balance they maintain is too delicate. If there is no Ango to join, there may be problems between them.

In other words, her relationship with Dazai could destroy the entire bar.

"Then continue." She opened her eyes and looked at Odasaku.

"...you know what I'm going to say," he said.

"I want to hear you say it." She smiled slowly, "Hey, Odasaku. Tell me."

That tone and smile seemed to be carved out of the same mold as Osamu Dazai.

"Okay." Oda Saku knew that he couldn't refuse this feeling, and then he asked, "Have you ever kissed?"

She seemed surprised that he would ask that, but she quickly replied, "No."

Not even lovers, their relationship.Really can only be regarded as cohabitants.

Of course Odasaku didn't ask them if they had sex, it was a stupid question.

"...Although I expected it, I still can't help but sigh after hearing your answer." Oda Saku said.

"Are you referring to the fact that I'm not at all feminine?" she asked.

"I mean Dazai really doesn't like you at all... that's it." Oda Saku said.

"Um... yes," she said.

I didn't like it, at least not in the narrow sense.More is really just a feeling, and it doesn't come from loneliness in the general sense. Her self-deprecating sentence before is also good. Dazai's unreasonable thoughts about her are not as much as Dazai's unreasonable thoughts about Odasaku Some, just because she is a woman.

So she teased, "If you were a woman, you two might have kissed a long time ago."

Odasaku chuckled, "...I also like women."

"That's impossible," she said.

"But," said Oda Saku, "you like him, right?"

She was silent for a while, then said, "Ah, yes."

"How about trying to love?" Oda Saku asked.

Love.

You have to love Oda-sama.

You were born to love him, to please him.

All the education you have received is to love him better and make him fall in love with you.

"Oda Sakunosuke uses double guns, and his left hand is more flexible than his right hand. After each battle, his right wrist will hurt for a while, but it does not affect his flexibility. He must eat curry rice three times a week, and he will meditate habitually before eating. You must not be disturbed at this time. I like children, but I am particularly wary of little girls. I think I was assassinated by little girls before..." She opened her mouth and recited a lot of information.

Odasaku was stunned for a second, and said with a wry smile: "I was really your target once."

She nodded, "Yes."

Odasaku understood that the target was the killer's target.

But that's not what she's talking about.

"So... For the time being, I don't seem to be able to love." She said, "I probably have someone to love."

Completely above without following below.

But there is only one possibility if you want to understand it smoothly.

In the car, there is only the brightness of the dashboard, and the fingers on the steering wheel can be seen, as well as the outlines of each other.

Everything fell silent.

But even silence has something going on all the time, not just time, of course.

"Do I know him?" Oda Saku asked, he rarely showed a struggling expression.

"Yes." She replied.

He smiled wryly for a moment, "I really shouldn't have preached to you."—As a result, I got myself into it.

She smiled, and she said, "But I like Oda Saku more than Oda Sakunosuke."

"Ah," said Odasaku, "me too."

A cigarette is gone.

He could feel her eyes resting on him.

in the car.A woman, a beautiful woman was watching him.

This feeling.

He closed his eyes and said, "Dazai told me that he told you that I was here."

"When?" she asked.

He opened his eyes and realized it was a lie, but he had expected it, "When you came to the Port Mafia," he said.

It came to her, and she asked, "What do you think he said to me?"

Oda Sakunosuke turned off all the lights in the car, and the car was suddenly immersed in darkness.She could feel the aura on Oda Saku's body gradually changing, he changed from Oda Sakunosuke back to Oda Sakunosuke, and then he spoke, his tone and even his tone completely changed - she knew that it was him Imitate the feeling of Osamu Dazai.

"Death is a happy ending before the void swallows you up. I've always felt that way, but I still want to struggle and try to live."

Something sank inside the body.

His hands touched her face.

"Since your sustenance can no longer support your life, then, come with me."

He approached her and called her name in a low voice: "Wei."

His fingertips were wet.

She wept.

When Oda was about to withdraw her hand, she grabbed his hand, and then he heard her ask: "Since you said that, why don't you like me, why don't you love me?"

Odasaku didn't answer right away, he knew she was not asking him, but Dazai Osamu.

After a while, he said: "Maybe you can love him first, maybe..."

He didn't go on.

——So, if Fujiwara Yui and Dazai Osamu can't handle their relationship well, the friendship of drinking together in the bar will be destroyed.

——Therefore, there is no such thing as "maybe".