Personality

I sat quietly in the dock.Breath-holding atmosphere, staring eyes.I couldn't hear what my lawyer was saying in an orderly manner. I don't know how passionate the other side's lawyer was trying to prove my heinous crimes with convincing evidence.The flashing lights and the eyes of the reporters were on, looking at me more as a newsworthy headline than as a mere suspect.How many people are stunned because of me, how many people are gnashing their teeth because of me, how many people are waiting for my conviction, and how many people only use me as an after-tea conversation.

I don't know anything, I only know that there is one person who has believed in me unconditionally from the beginning to the present.And now he is sitting in a corner of the auditorium, wearing a cap and an old T-shirt that has been washed white, the brim of the hat is pushed down very low.No one noticed him except me.

I tried to see his eyes clearly through the heavy fence.But I gave up before I started searching, because I believed that his eyes must be on me at this moment.

Our eyes, passing through the complex hearts sandwiched in the middle, those strange faces who are smiling, calm and excited, will definitely meet at a certain point.

Here, I don't trust anyone, I only trust Kamenashi Kazuya alone.

Until my lawyer swept away the frustrated tone in court and became confident.It wasn't until the girl walked into the packed courtroom that I really came to my senses.

She said, Tomohisa Yamashita was killed by me.Please spare Akanishi-kun.He was innocent, following her last words, there was an uproar.

I know her, she is my fan, collecting bits and pieces about me crazily.Every time I go on a show or do an interview, I always see her not far away without any accident.Carrying a big black backpack, huddled in the corner of the wall, always inseparable from the silver digital camera.I've seen it so many times it's hard not to remember.When she waited for me to come back in the dark corner outside the apartment in the middle of the night, I was almost scared to death by her.With long black hair in a mess, she said to me nervously: Akanishi-kun, do you know someone is trying to harm you?But please don't worry, I will always...... Before she finished speaking, I completely lost my patience and yelled at her, it was so annoying!Is it your turn to take care of my affairs?Disappear for me quickly, don't always be like a ghost floating around my house!

My bad tone made her cry, she could only stand there in a daze, tears flickering under the dim street light, I finally couldn't match my apology, grabbed my hair, took out a tissue from my pocket, and handed it to in front of her.Don't cry, I can't stand girls crying, wipe away your tears and go back to rest.Stop doing such stupid things.When I turned around, I heard her whisper a thank you behind my back.

Thank you, Akanishi-kun.

And the thin girl who used to always wear long fluffy hair, dull and monotonous clothes, and pale face, now wearing a pink dress, with her hair combed softly behind her ears, is a completely different person.When the reporter's flashlights were scrambling to light up, she turned her head and smiled calmly at me behind the fence. She said, Akanishi-kun, no one will try to harm you anymore, and those who want to harm you have already been severely punished.

Behind her, behind the chaos of reporters swarming, I saw Kazuya showing me that enigmatic smile again.Even though the distance was so far away, and the surroundings were surrounded by chaotic noise, I seemed to hear his metal-like sharp voice, right next to my ears.

Jen, I believe you, I believe you didn't kill him.

The girl confessed her motives for committing the crime and how she bought the bullets. All eyes were on her, and I became a person who was forgotten in the corner by everyone.

The judge announced in court that in view of the convict's voluntary surrender and repentance, he decided to hold another day for reconsideration.Jin Akanishi, acquitted.

Walking out of the gate of the court, the flashlight and the lens of the camera were like a steel fence in front of me. I was acquitted like a white mouse being observed under a microscope. Every hair and pore was magnified countless times and presented In full view.The human voice and countless questions from Zhang He's mouth swept towards me like a layer of huge waves.Just a second before my patience and determination collapsed, the sharp sound of brakes suddenly sounded from behind the human wall. For the group of reporters who were trying to get news by bombarding questions, it was extremely unpleasant, but for me , is really a savior to be grateful for.

It took me only a dozen seconds from the time I broke through the crowds of people and quickly jumped onto his black Ferrari sports car. Then I waved my hand at the stunned group of so-called media workers and walked away.

The wind was very strong that day, and I only heard the loud sound of the wind whistling past my ears while sitting in the sports car, and the rest of the sounds disappeared without a trace.Once again, I saw his side face at a close distance. At that time, it had been nearly half a year since we kissed fiercely in the dirty alley.I found that I was really hopelessly in love with this mysterious man who came and went like the wind without being detected by others. It was a kind of fanatical obsession that was about to seep into the blood slowly and unconsciously.

Therefore, even the appearance of him pursing his lips and concentrating on driving at this moment is an irreplaceable beauty in my eyes.

From that time on, I firmly believed that our meeting was definitely not an accidental accident, but a track that had been set long ago.

No matter when and where, as long as Akanishi Jin meets Kamenashi Kazuya, they will definitely fall in love with each other.There is something in our blood that we naturally share.No one can separate.

In front of the door of his apartment, I, who had been paying attention to following his footsteps silently, finally couldn't help turning his face and kissing him passionately.He seemed to have expected that my passion would be eagerly ignited, so he let me kiss unreasonably while opening the door with trembling fingers.Because most of his body and mind have been indulged in the burgeoning lust, he fumbled for a long time before unlocking the door.

The door closed automatically with a snap. Unlike the last time he took the initiative suddenly, this time it was me who took the initiative back.Press him firmly against the wall and kiss.On his lips, tongue, and clothes, there was a faint smell of tobacco.Silent strands stained my skirt, my lips and tongue.I knew this would be yet another trait I had a crush on in him.I am so eager to kiss him for real, from the first time I met to now, I have always imagined that I can kiss him from head to toe like this, and put my brand on his skin.

I want him to be mine, completely mine.

Probably because my unshaved beard hurt his skin, his eyes were full of unconcealable lust, and there was a little childlike taste, the laughter was suppressed in his throat, and he didn't want to say anything. It even provoked my already boiling and irrepressible hot desire.My face was pressed against his, and the temperature of my skin was as hot as hot.He smiled lightly between my aimless and unreasonable kisses.The finger is following my fingertips, seemingly following me, but actually leading me, leading me to explore and develop his body bit by bit.

I pinned him down on the couch, thinking we couldn't wait to get to bed, right here, following the burning primal desire to possess and be possessed, fill and be filled, or give and take.As I kissed his earlobe along the way, my eyes caught a glimpse of a painting on one wall in the living room.The distorted human form, the shrieking fear by the bridge at dusk, and the strong colors make people feel abrupt and weird.Looking at it from a distance, I can only see the colors in the painting swirling, like strange vortexes, wrapped in layers, and the shouting person can no longer tell which is the vortex and which is himself.

This was the first time I saw a vortex beside Kazuya. For a moment, I was caught off guard by an unprecedented sense of dizziness.Perhaps from the first time I saw Kazuya, I have been lost in the vortex that rotates and shrinks round after round.It's not just me who fell, but Kazuya as well.It's just that he's the mysterious center of the vortex, and I'm just the dizzy circles he keeps spinning around.

Later, I inadvertently found out that the painting is the masterpiece of the master Edvard Munch, called "The Scream".

In the long night, I let myself hold my beloved and indulge in the boundless pleasure. The desire is to find the rushing river at the mouth of the sea, rushing.The vortex keeps spinning, disappearing, disappearing, spinning again.bubbling.Lust is the most surging tide in the body, one wave after another, roaring to cover us.However, passion is like a burning flame, which cannot be extinguished by calmness and reason.I have never had sex with a man, but what I can also give me, except for the physical comfort that those women with heavy makeup and pretentious poses can give me, is also a great sense of spiritual satisfaction that I have never had before.

To be able to have a person wholeheartedly, a person I love, listen to his voice of strong love in my ears, see him like the most glamorous epiphyllum under my body, use all my strength to bloom again Blooming, for a hunter like me who is used to drinking poison to quench thirst in the lonely night, is undoubtedly the most grand and silent baptism.

If possible, if He is also willing, I will only love him in the future, as long as he is alone.Kamenashi is not my poison, he is my antidote.

In the early morning, I woke up and saw Kazuya wearing only a loose white shirt, sitting barefoot on the window sill smoking a cigarette.Behind him, outside the glass, is the gray steel forest covered by the Tokyo dawn.The gray sky is not the ambiguous gray in Kazuya's room.It is another kind of thick dark gray that reveals decadence and desolation. Under the bone-gray sky, the man I love is smoking a cigarette.The way he looks sideways, the way he sits in the morning light, I always vaguely feel that I have seen it somewhere before, but before I have time to think about it, He also walks over with a cigarette in his mouth.

I like the smell of this smoke, would you like to try it?

I smiled and took the long white cigarette he handed me. He leaned in front of him, and the two cigarettes touched each other in the cold morning air.With sporadic firelight, I saw his eyes, deep and dark as if countless shattered stars were hidden in them.

The bottomless tenderness comes from my Kazuya.

Jen, I want to do one thing for you.

I sat quietly on the cold marble window sill, and let Kazuo shave me too.This man seems to enjoy the time of shaving me, the outline of his face glows faintly, and he carefully shaves off the stubble that hasn't been cleaned for several days.The lips were clearly pressed tightly together, but there seemed to be a smile on the corner of the mouth.

alright.He said.I saw the faintly smiling self in the depths of his pupils, he must have looked at me, and must have seen himself in my eyes.I wrapped my arms around his slender waist, slightly bent my lips, and the tip of my nose touched his. He closed his eyes slightly and accepted my kiss wholeheartedly.

Taste the irresistible kiss, from shallow to deep, the breath is so hot that it burns the reason again, and pulls us into the vortex of lust.

When I unbuttoned the only shirt button he was wearing with my fingers, he leaned into my ear and said to me very lightly: Ren, only you are qualified to be the protagonist in my novel.

Before being covered by lust, his face still had that unpredictable smile on his face.