my son blue

What am I?

Yang Yi looked at the unchanging blue sky, with floating clouds passing by, thinking about this question more than once, the faint scent of acacia flowers, green grass, and sea flavor.

What am I?

It's not a personality that chooses to avoid Yayoi because of being stimulated, it's not a personality that arises because of loneliness and wanting to be accompanied by someone, it's not a personality that grows against oneself because of denying something, it's not even the simplest schizophrenia.

He is just a kind of poison called resentment, because there is no cure, and the sequelae left behind.

With the same memory, but different feelings, similar personality, barely speaking, he is actually just a copy of Yang Yang...

Only the memory and the character were copied, but because of that resentment, the relationship took a big turn, from the person who should inherit the favorite of the deity, but because of that kind of poison, it became a must. The resentment of killing and quick.

In fact, I am nothing, just a kind of poison, a kind of poison that cannot be cured, which has produced self-awareness...

The cold fingers curled slightly, Yang Yi looked at his palm.

Obviously even the fingerprints on the palms are the same, and even the appearance is the same, but I am just me, not his or something, an existence that can disappear at any time, not be missed, or even be removed soon...

Yang Yi closed his eyes, leaned against the trunk of the Sophora japonica tree, and smiled wryly.

I don't even count as false.

but……

Open your eyes and look at the light blue.

I like him……

Want to protect him, want to hold him in his arms, comfort him, want to kill the person he resents, knowing that the other person is the person he likes, knowing that he is not allowed to kill the person, but still can't restrain himself Those who live want to be destroyed.

My king, why, you will be my king?

Why……

I will like my king?

He was born because Yang Yang was poisoned by a poison, a poison that could make the inner resentment expand infinitely, but because Yang Yang didn't want to resent, didn't want to kill the person he liked and committed suicide, didn't want to detoxify, but refused to spread the poison, and he was born.

Strictly speaking, he, Yang Yi, is a poison.

There is no antidote, it cannot be eliminated, it is rejected, it cannot be integrated.

A sad existence.

After being separated, he longed to be integrated with the real deity, to detoxify the person who killed the resentment himself, and hoped that he would be eliminated.

So simple, yet so difficult.

I yearn for you, but you are looking forward to others, why don't you like me?I'm obviously you too...

Since he doesn't want to merge, then he can do it by himself, but why, he doesn't want him to kill them?Because they're someone you like?

Because it is the person you like, because I am also you, so you can't kill the person you like, because you will be sad, and I will be sad too.

You want to kill them, but you can't. You obviously want to draw your sword and cut them off immediately, but you can't kill them because you don't want to.

Very contradictory.

Because you are my king, I must obey your everything, because they are the people you hate, so you must get rid of them, but they are also the people you like...

what should I do?My king, what should I do...

I went out more than once, and I wanted to kill them more than once, but I couldn't really kill them once.

What am I to you?

Tell me, my lord.

I thought it was just an innocuous existence, but I didn't expect that you named me and said I was your brother.

The mood is really quite pleasant, am I recognized by you?

I am your brother?It's not a copy, it's not a personality, but that kind of brother with close relatives and deep brotherhood?

Self-satisfied, Yang Yang, Yang Yi...

I am your brother, so happy, my king.

but……

In view is your disheveled body and the handsome face of someone you love but hate.

In a hurry, he blocked all the pictures, but the blushing voice echoed in his mind.

you……

Why, do you like such a person?Obviously, he can ignore your life or death, why does he still like you so much?

Hearing you make that voice under that person, I feel jealous, I hear you saying that you like him countless times in my heart, I feel envious, my king, why can't you like me?Or because you hate me?Do you still care that I was the poison that almost took the life of the person you like?

It was just the groan that made him react.

Leaning against the tree trunk with clenched fists, he gritted his teeth and endured.

Fenghuaxueyue appeared, teasing with a chuckle: "Just the sound, can't you bear it?"

"Shut up!" He glared at him.

"Let me help you." Then he bent down, his white hair slid down his chest, and swept across his cheeks, his silver eyes were smiling, and there was an intoxicating smile on the corner of his mouth, obviously he was a man, but His smile is brighter and more attractive than that of a woman.

"No need!" Yang Yi turned his head, not looking at his alluring face.

"Hehe, it's really awkward." Fenghuaxueyue smiled, and a icy orchid appeared on the fingertips, and then merged into Yang Yi's body, "Be good, have a good dream."

The Lost Fragrance entered his body, and soon made him fall into a coma. In the dream was the person he liked, doing what he liked. It was a good dream, but it was also a dream that could not be realized.

"Hehe~" Licking the liquid on her fingers, Fenghua Xueyue smiled evilly and enchantingly, stretched out her hand to brush his blushing face after the passion and desire, hugged him, and sat on the grass, "It's really the same as the master It's awkward, but it's also cute."

The breeze is blowing quietly, and the fragrance of Sophora japonica is still fragrant and pleasant.

Not long after returning to the Death God Realm, Kuroro also came, and now the two of them gathered together, and it was even more impossible to make a move.

Seeing them talking cryptic love words, Yang Yi was so jealous that he was on the verge of burning with anger, and then...

"Why, ran away again?" Fenghuaxueyue stood beside him, relishing the scene just now, and said with a smile: "Well...I didn't expect his movements to be slow, and I thought he would endure it forever. Easy to attack." (Completely assimilated by the rot in Yang Yang's mind...)

"Shut up!" Yang Yi gritted his teeth, "Are you here to see my joke?"

"It's not..." Bending down, Yang Yi blushed slightly with a monstrous smile on his face, "I'm here to help you." Then he bit his ear and licked it intentionally.

"You..." Yang Yi opened his eyes wide in surprise, and quickly backed away.

"Oh, you are actually shy."

"……roll!"

"Hehe~"

Fenghua Xueyue belongs to the kind of black-bellied personality who stalks and swears until the goal is reached, so Yang Yi is out of luck.

"Ah... ah... ha..."

Leaning against the tree trunk, hugging Fenghuaxueyue tightly, looking at the sky, moaning uncontrollably.

My king, why don't you like me?You said that I am your brother, why can you like them who used to be sons, but not me?Or is it because I'm a poison, so I don't want to get close?

I am your brother, you are my brother...

"Brother...Brother..." There was a haze in front of his eyes, and Fangfu saw his smirking face.

The clothes were withdrawn to the waist, and the cold wind was blowing on the bare skin and legs, so cold, but so hot.

Fenghuaxueyue gently nibbled on a spot on his chest, playing with his half body with her right hand, and after getting wet, she poked behind her.

"Hmm..." Yang Yi frowned, feeling a little tingling, but he didn't refuse, didn't hate it, why?

"Why?" Fenghua Xueyue laughed, and kissed his lips, "I was born from his soul, so it's different from you."

"Where... ah... is it different?"

"I am his half body~"

bust?

Zanpakuto is a weapon that has the soul of the god of death Yayoi, it will die when the god of death dies, Zanpakuto is the half body of the god of death...

"So it's him too?"

"You can say that~" Enough expansion, Fenghua Xueyue smiled, took advantage of his unpreparedness, and stepped forward.

"what!!"

bust?Him too?It feels almost the same, although there is a lot of difference in personality and appearance, but once you close your eyes, as long as Fenghua Xueyue doesn't speak, it feels the same as Yang Yang standing beside him.

My king, I like you, but you don't like me, and I don't want to give up, so, can I like your half body?

"Okay~" Fenghuaxueyue kissed the corner of his eyes, licked away his tears, and moved slowly.

"Ah...ah..."

The war was approaching, but something happened to Yang Yang. Orihime Inoue's Dunshun Liuhua could refuse to return the time, but could not restore his time, so he was drawn into the world of Jade Buddha.

There is no need for a reason to like someone, even if he thinks about it, he still can't understand why Yang Yang likes them.

Forget it, just like it if you like it, it doesn't hinder his actions.

Even if he doesn't like them, it's still okay if he can get out and make a little fuss.

Watching them domineering, taking advantage of Yang Yang's liking for them, completely deprived his parents of the chance to be reborn.

Why do you like it so deeply that you can even give up your loved ones if they can be resurrected? My king, what are you thinking?

Then the battle started, Yang Yang ghost pressed the bed, awake but unable to move, Aizen's consciousness sneaked in, and then, everyone chatted together in Yang Yang's mind.

Damn it, what is in your consciousness of being my king?Is it a garden compound, can you come in and out to chat at will?Don't you know that my king has headaches and irritability?

"Yang Yi, calm down, the master didn't say anything!" Fenghua Xueyue appeared beside her and said coldly.

"Who are you helping?" He was surprised and asked.

"The master and the people the master cares about." Fenghua Xueyue replied without hesitation.

"Damn it!!" Yang Yi cursed, the master and the people the master cares about, then what am I?You said that I can like you, so yours, have you...

Hehehe, yes, it is obviously his half body, my king has never liked me, and you as a half body will definitely not like me, after all, I am nothing but poison!

After Yang Yang yelled in his mind, he couldn't suppress his anger at all, he pulled the other party into his inner world, and ran out by himself.

No one has ever liked me, and I have always only wanted to be hated and hated. Since everyone hates him so much, I don't care more!

You must kill him, you must kill him, the source of the matter, the cause of the disaster, you must kill him, even if my king hates him, he doesn't care!He's never been liked anyway...

Not reconciled, not reconciled, even with their spiritual power, but still unable to hurt them at all, but facing the crisis of being wiped out, he is not reconciled.

In order not to drag you down, in order not to become a burden, my king has worked so hard, paid so much, and suffered so much. Why, you still treat him so cruelly?

Even if I know this is a road that I can't turn back, I just can't be reconciled, not reconciled.

Being restrained by the binding way, unable to break free, and injured by Kurosaki Ichigo later, his consciousness was a little loose, Yang Yang took the opportunity to pull him back, he leaned against the tree trunk, closed his eyes, and gasped slightly.

My king still cares about me...

Yang Yi was very happy, obviously as long as he drank the antidote, he could disappear, but Yang Yang pulled him back and let him rest, he cared about him.

This is enough, even if he disappears in the next moment, he will die without complaint.

When profiteers strike, they have another enemy. Although they secretly collude with each other, they still have to act hostile on the surface.

Because he didn't want to hurt others, Yang Yang started to unleash the Zanpakuto and confronted Captain Yamamoto, but fire and water could not be tolerated. The captain's Zanpakuto is the strongest in the fire department, and ordinary abilities can't help him at all, so Yang Yang used There are four kinds of abilities.

Using the four abilities, the need for spiritual power is comparable to that of a swastika, which instantly emptied the spiritual power in his body, but because of his physical condition, he slowly absorbed the spiritual power scattered in the air from the outside.

The severe pain in his heart was more unbearable than ever, the pain was so painful that even he could feel it in his inner world.

Yang Yi wanted to pull Yang Yang back, but the other party seemed to be afraid of something and refused to come back no matter what.

Yang Yi knew what he was worried about, so he lowered his head and smiled lightly, both happy and sad.

My king cares about him, that's enough, that's enough.

But he hates them, nothing can change, so...

He jumped up, came to where he was, hugged Yang Yang tightly from behind, and put his head on his shoulder.

I don't want to be wiped out, but I can't kill them, so my king, use my power, let us merge into one, since we can't get your favor, then let's merge into one.

With heavy snow blowing and cold wind, Yang Yang couldn't control his body, feeling that he was being manipulated by Yang Yi, looking up at the sky.

His sadness, his mourning, his unwillingness, his resentment...

Turn everything into strength, let the storm come more violently.

Yang Yi, Yang Yi...

He said his name in his mind.

Why don't you want to live?Why?

He couldn't bear his sadness, and cried, as if he was crying, the tears that were originally like clear water became the same color as blood.

The white snow has also turned into bright red ice flowers.

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha……

Yang Yi laughed subconsciously.

Snow……

Blood……

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha……

Go to hell!

Let's hold a grand farewell ceremony and send off my death, so, except those he likes, go to death! !

Hahahahahahaha...