[Izzy] Career

Dust slid down the cracks in the floor.Slip into the dark underground.

morning light.

Mixed with the fragrance of grass and trees, and a damp musty smell.

The sky was filled with hazy drizzle, weeping quietly in the white sky of early March.

Today is the funeral of Jano-Batter.

He has weathered storms and will finally rest in peace.His parents, wife, brothers and sisters, and perhaps a son who had been sent by a white-haired man to a black-haired man, they were all waiting for him quietly in the depths of the cherry blossom grove.

He no longer has to take responsibility and can forget about the survival of his family.Because that vigorous, shrewd and powerful killer has been turned into a cup of ashes, and is about to melt into the dust of Kukulu Mountain.

Qi Ya knelt on the floor, he lowered his head, buried his silver-haired head on Shiba's knee, listening to his own breathing.

Dad, grandpa is leaving today.Are you going to send him off?

he said softly.

What answered him was a boundless silence.

Qi Ya closed his eyes, and he clenched his teeth tightly, not letting himself get angry or tremble.

After a long time, Qi Ya stood up, glanced away, turned around and walked out of the room quickly.I couldn't bear to look directly at the shell that had lost its soul.

Maybe it's because he still can't believe it today, Shiba, who beat the enemy's family, is gone, and his powerful father, the patron saint of the family, has disappeared in this world, leaving only the once frightening body, continuing to live on. Witness the rise and fall of Kukulu Mountain.

There was no one in the hallway.

The guests haven't arrived yet.Qi Ya once thought that going mad at the association meeting that day would arouse official hostility towards the Beating Dike family, but he guessed wrong.The association was very friendly, as if they had completely forgotten about the unpleasantness, and sent him a letter, and there were surprisingly many people who were going to attend the funeral, which can be called a mobilization.

Qi Ya is grateful to Xiaojie from the bottom of his heart.He knew his buddy must have helped him, even though Young-jae didn't say anything.

This is friends.Friends who share weal and woe.You don't let me make friends.

Qiya looks through the window at the morning sky.It was rainy and foggy.

Speaking of which, this is the first time.Qi Ya thought silently.I'm here waiting for your return.Although there are so many people coming, they are all meaningless. The only meaningful waiting is you.

who are you?

Illumi.

Beat the eldest son of the enemy family.

my brother.

Qi Ya stopped in front of a door.It was Illumi's room, and the door was tightly closed.

Qi Ya opened the door and walked in.When Illumi was still around, he had never been here, and every time he passed this door, he always walked quickly and quietly, like a child afraid of evil spirits walking through a dark tomb.He is not curious, he dare not be curious.

But after Illumi left, Qiya found that he often slowed down when passing this door, and he listened attentively, as if he wanted to hear the sound of someone resurrecting in the tomb.He was no longer afraid. He stood in front of the empty grave, looking at the growing weeds, he couldn't help stretching out his hand, wanting to pull them out.

Then he finally opened the door, wanting to know what lay in the tomb of his brother's human emotions.

Just an empty, ordinary bedroom.

People can be seen on the smooth and tidy wooden floor. There is a large wardrobe on the west wall. When the door is opened, the clothes of the owner of the room are hung inside. There are also a few boxes of nails scattered on the lower floor, which should be left by the owner after practice. put in.There is a bed by the window, the bed is not big, compared to the figure of the owner, Qi Ya feels a bit small, the quilt is not neatly folded, it seems that people are leaving in a bit of a hurry.In fact, they were all cleaned up by servants.

nothing else

It is not the residence of the god of death as people imagined.But what about the residence of the god of death? It's just eating and sleeping.The blood on his hands had already been washed in running water.

Qi Ya turned around. The only distinctive feature of this room is the super-sized wall-mounted screen that occupies the entire wall on the east side. It is equipped with very luxurious stereo surround sound equipment, as well as various types of projectors and joysticks. Play CDs and play games.When Qi Ya saw it for the first time, he was a little surprised. He didn't expect that Illumi was also a game lover, and he thought that Mi Ji was the only one in this family who was obsessed with this game.

His eldest brother, is like a stranger to him.He thought he knew him well, but when he looked closely, he was completely puzzled.

Qi Ya sat on the bed and turned on the game console. There were many games, mainly shooting and throwing. It can be seen that the owner of the room did not forget to strengthen his professional ability when entertaining. There are a few SM games, Qi Ya blushes and his heart beats while watching, he almost forgot that his brother is a man, besides work, he also has normal physiological needs.

Qi Ya tried to imagine the scene where Illumi was sitting in the same position as him and playing a video game with headphones, but failed, it was impossible to imagine.

There was an inexplicable thrill of peeking at the success, Qi Ya sat there for a while, turned off the game console, opened the CD, he was a little curious about what movies Illumi likes to watch, in his style, Chainsaw?Or has the group of corpses crossed the border?Maybe it was all pornography, Qi Ya covered his mouth and sneered for a few seconds.

Watching movies with such extravagant equipment, is it really enjoyable...

There is only one disc, oh, no, there are many, all neatly stacked together, all kinds of movies, love, family, campus, police and robbers, business wars, and horror movies.But they are all new, brand new, and some have not been opened. There is only one disc without a cover, the case is damaged, and there are many scratches on the disc. It is obvious that the owner of the room has read it many times. .

Qi Ya picked it up, looked at it against the light, then put it into the projector and played it.

The screen shakes violently.

It is a series of self-made DV.

A baby appeared on the screen, eyes closed, crying loudly.

Wow--

Wow--

Wow……

The top stereo played a very loud cry, as if the baby had just been born at this moment.

Screen flow.

These are everyday shots.

The baby grew up slowly, with a pair of blue eyes, silver hair, and a naughty and sweet smile.

The camera froze for a while at this smile, then suddenly turned away.

The silver-haired boy is learning to walk.stumbled.Suddenly someone said on the speaker that the agility is good, but the innate strength is not enough.

The voice is so familiar, familiar without emotion, and hit the nail on the head.

The lens changes.

The on-screen child grows a little more, playing in the garden and releasing a butterfly that has fallen into the water.

— Nerves are delicate, possibly overly sensitive.The voice said coldly.

Butterfly flew away.

The camera is constantly changing.

eat.

go to bed.

dressing.

walk.

That kid is laughing sometimes.

Sometimes crying.

Sometimes in a trance.

Sometimes acting like a baby.

The camera has been facing him, watching him deeply, as if every detail and every change will not be let go.

That cold voice has been speaking flatly.Point out every advantage, every disadvantage.Sometimes he laughs, too, not a creepy sneer or a tease when he gets the upper hand, he just laughs.

He talked and laughed.

It seems that in front of this camera, everything that is boring makes him feel very happy.

Until finally the screen turned into rustling snowflakes.

--complete.The training plan has been drawn up, and Qiya can start implementing it tomorrow.

——Please, Illumi.

——Don't worry, Dad, Qi Ya is very talented, I will train him to be the best killer...

rustle……

rustle.

It was drizzling outside the window, pattering, as if weeping silently.

Qi Ya sat on Ilumi's bed, looking at the flickering electronic screen with a blank expression.On the day he watched this CD for the first time, he sat there all night without knowing what he was thinking.

Afterwards, Qi Ya never mentioned Ilumi again.

Until he was gone for three years, today, will come back.

"Di-"

The phone rang loudly.

Qi Ya woke up suddenly, he turned off the disc player in a panic, walked out of Ilumi's room quickly, and answered the phone.

"Qi Ya, how are your preparations going?" Xiaojie's voice came from the radio, surrounded by the whistling wind, as if he was in the wilderness.

"It's almost there." Qi Ya said, and walked out while sorting out his emotions.Through the window, he saw guests walking up the mountain one after another.

"I received a report the day before yesterday! There is a fleet approaching us from the direction of RB-13. The other party sent a letter saying that they are going to escort Illumi to the vicinity. We have asked them to stop outside the satellite orbit, and they agreed!" Xiaojie said in the wind said out loud. "I just received the latest news that the small airship that Illumi was on had left the RB-13 fleet early this morning and entered the atmosphere a few hours ago. It should land on Kukulu Mountain within an hour! The opposing fleet carries a large number of weapons. We have already Make emergency preparations for an immediate war in case of accidents. I hope you can stabilize the situation as much as possible! Whether there are people in the small airship, what kind of weapons, and the attitude of the enemy and friends are still unclear. Qiya, you must also prepare for battle ! Try to evacuate non-combatants!"

"I see." Qi Ya said calmly.

"Qi Ya, don't be too sad!" Xiaojie's voice was blown away by the wind. "I have a command mission, I can't come here today, you have to be more careful!"

"Yeah." Qi Ya nodded.

He reeled in the thread, went to the mirror, and began to tie his tie.

Qi Ya walked downstairs in a black suit with an indifferent expression.

The mourning hall has been set up.Jeno's photo hung in the middle, silently watching the drizzle outside.

According to the family tradition, Qi Ya did not go outside to welcome guests, he stood in the deepest part of the mourning hall, waiting quietly.

The guests came in one after another.

salute.

Mourning.

quit again.

Qi Ya replied blankly.

Miki led the butlers to maintain order.The other brothers are still underage, so they only watch on one side.

Qi Ya stared outside the house.

There are many people who come, quit, but refuse to leave.Gradually, many people gathered around the house, and they looked up at the sky from time to time.

"I don't believe he dared to come! He never dared to come!"

Suddenly someone screamed.

As if responding to his words, there was a sudden exclamation in the crowd.

"coming!"

Soon, the screeching noise of propellers approached, and the huge vibration sound was getting closer.

Qi Ya narrowed his eyes.The crowd outside the house dispersed, amidst the sound of rain and wind, a small airship landed in the pattering rain.

After a few seconds, the hatch opened.

A figure came out.

Qi Ya found that his hands were shaking, he clenched his fists tightly, but his arms, shoulders, feet, and finally his whole body trembled.

The heart was beating violently.It's almost like breaking through the chest.

"Don't be afraid, brother..." Curt's voice came from behind in a very low voice.

Qi Ya forced a smile.

He saw clearly.That familiar figure has been away for three years, but his behavior has not changed at all.

As if he didn't see the hostile people around him, he still kept the attitude of no one else.

His long black hair was wet in the rain.

He was wearing a very special military uniform, which should be the uniform of the RB-13 fleet.Black, only the cuffs and shoulder collar have a purple and gold color scheme, and a small blue and red logo symbolizing the Blood Tears galaxy is embroidered inside.

He walked into the house without a word.I can vaguely feel a cold pressure.Very faint murderous look, but extremely depressing and sharp.It belongs to Illumi's unique killer breath.The crowd automatically moved out of the way, and there was a dead silence, as if shocked by the shadow cast by the god of death.

Qiya's trembling stopped.

Illumi walked towards him.

Hollow black pupils stared at him, it was a stagnant pool of undead souls, Qi Ya still couldn't figure out the thoughts behind it.The painful memories from three years ago suddenly flooded the sky, making Qi Ya want to yell, question, reprimand, repent, apologize, beg him to go home, and tell him to get out.

That memory was incomplete, but the moment he saw the black-haired killer still made his heart twitch.

Illumi had already walked up to him.

"Qi Ya," he began. "You look like you're about to cry."

Qiya stared at Illumi silently.

"Cry if you want to cry." Illumi glanced at Jeno's photo, then reached out and pressed Qiya's head into his arms. "I have been a crybaby since I was a child."

The light is gone.There is darkness in front of him, the familiar darkness, the forced darkness, and the familiar coldness surrounding him, with a hint of grief-stricken coldness.

Qi Ya felt icy water flowing down his cheeks into the darkness.He dropped his weapon.

He disarmed.

In the darkness that contained him, the only darkness in this world where he could admit that he hadn't grown up and could still show weakness.In the darkness that bears the brand name of Kukulu Mountain.

Big Brother...Grandpa is dead.He left us and left.There is no one to rely on anymore.no more.Not anymore... Qi Ya whispered.Use a voice only you can hear.

Illumi ran his hands through his hair.The movements are almost gentle.

Qi Ya finally burst into tears.

Fuck the hunter association, fuck the RB-13, fuck the Paristone, fuck the negotiation, fuck the war, fuck the history, fuck the world.All things, get out of Kukulu Mountain and disappear.

This moment belongs only to those who surnamed beat the enemy, crying for the lost soul of this family.