Waking up in Taitun

06.

Under the dim yellow tone of Lupin's Tavern, everything looks soft, and even the contours of the places where the light hits are blurred, extending to the dark corners and smudged.

Recently, Dazai seemed to be interested in something again. Oda Sakunosuke tapped the glass with his index finger, watching the floating ice sink and float in the wine.

Not long after he sat down, before he said anything, the bartender handed him the glass of distilled wine that he ordered every time.

'It seems that I have also become a regular customer of this bar. ' Oda Sakunosuke thought so suddenly.

The man with red copper hair took a sip of the distilled wine, and when he heard Jira's voice, he turned his head to look at Ango Sakaguchi who was closing the umbrella at the entrance. Ango was still the same as a scholar, with round glasses and a suit , Oda Sakunosuke raised his wine glass and smiled at him: "It seems that it's been a while since we met last time, Ango." Halfway through speaking, he thought of his previous thoughts and said: "I heard from the boss that Dazai also It's been a long time."

"That person is often interested in strange things." Ango Sakaguchi walked in and ordered a glass of whiskey to the boss, and continued the previous sentence: "It would be strange to say that we often meet during this time."

Oda Sakunosuke slightly opened his eyes and thought about it seriously: "Indeed, it seems that the three of you happened to meet more times than before?"

He watched Ango Sakaguchi come to the chair at the bar next to him, then put the magenta satchel on the back of the bar and turned around, gathered his mind and asked, "Why is Ango free today?" He looked at The tiredness on the friend's face was not much concealed, "It seems that you have not been relaxed recently."

Ango Sakaguchi pushed his glasses, and heaved a deep sigh after hearing Oda Sakunosuke's words. The young man's face was obviously exhausted: "There are too many documents to be sorted out recently, and I have a little free time after returning from 'fishing'. Angry," he glanced at Oda Sakunosuke, with a little surprise in his eyes, but soon turned into a shallow smile: "I didn't expect Mr. Oda Saku to be here."

"After all, every time we meet, it's random luck."

Oda Sakunosuke laughed, picked up the wine glass and took a sip, using a tone that made Ango Sakaguchi envious in every sense.

"Different from you and Dazai, after all, I'm just a low-level employee, and I can always spare time to drink at night after solving those trivial matters during the day."

"But it's rare for only the two of us to meet," he smiled, clinking glasses with Ango Sakaguchi, "it seems that the three of us meet more often."

Hearing his words, Ango Sakaguchi smiled wryly, and then raised his glass to touch him helplessly. The golden color of the whiskey and the transparent hue in the Oda Sakunosuke glass reflected each other, creating a beautiful color. While clinking glasses, Ango Sakaguchi responded with approval: "It is obviously the least probable thing, but we always bump into it by accident."

He paused, looked at Sakunosuke Oda and laughed: "Every time I meet you in this tavern without warning, I always feel that this is a very strange fate."

They seldom say words with personal emotions like this. Oda Sakunosuke opened his eyes slightly, then relaxed his eyebrows and smiled when he thought of something: "If Dazai hears this here, maybe he will Just make jokes and get out of the way."

There was an indistinct smile in his voice as he recalled his past experience, and Ango Sakaguchi paused for a moment, and smiled at the corner of his mouth: "The words of Dazai-kun are obviously the youngest, but they seem to be younger than us adults." Not used to these exposed emotions."

As he spoke, he thought of a recent rumor circulating in the organization, thought for a while and turned to look at Oda Sakunosuke: "I heard recent rumors that Dazai-kun seems to have picked up a white tiger from outside?" He was a bit inquiring. Compared with him who was often busy sorting out information and had no time to spare, Osamu Dazai and Sakunosuke Oda got together more frequently.

Odasaku shook his head, with a dazed expression on his face: "No, I haven't seen him much recently," he looked at Ango Sakaguchi inexplicably: "...white tiger? Is it the kind of white tiger that is cared for in zoos on TV? ?”

Ango Sakaguchi watched him gesticulating and drawing something in mid-air, but couldn't see any shape after looking at it for a long time. He covered his head with a headache and said, "Although I don't know what Mr. Odasaku drew, it probably resembles It’s the same as you imagined.” He put down his hand and added: “I heard it’s a cub, the cub of a Bengal tiger.”

"Hey," Oda Sakunosuke said in a somewhat surprised tone, "is that powerful?" He had a look of reminiscence on his face: "Speaking of which, when I met Dazai here last time, that guy was talking about the cat climbing frame. What, they said they were going to raise a cat..."

Oda Sakunosuke suddenly connected, clenched his right hand into a fist and lightly beat the palm of his left hand, and seemed to realize something: "So I mentioned it at that time, Baihu or something."

"I'm just hearing it." Ango Sakaguchi's face suddenly showed a kind of exhaustion that he always showed to Osamu Dazai in the past: "It's really wrong to think of raising a Bengal tiger cub as a cat. Dazai-kun's style."

"But I heard that the white tiger was picked up in the middle of a mission, and that guy sometimes has amazing luck." Ango Sakaguchi shrugged and said a little funny.

"Wow, I'm really envious." Oda Sakunosuke's eyes fell on the cat on the side bar wagging its tail lazily, and his tone was very calm, "I wonder if I can see you last time?"

"Speaking of which, Dazai-kun probably won't bring the young beasts to the bar... right?"

"No, with Dazai's character, if he likes it, he will bring it over."

"...Mr. Odasaku, let's skip this topic quickly, the boss's complexion has become ugly."

"Wow, really, he showed the dull expression that only Dazai would show when he was around."

"... Hearing this, I feel that the boss is working harder."

07.

Baihu is a very stupid guy, Osamu Dazai thought, he couldn't recover for a moment when he watched the little tiger fall and sit up again, with a disillusioned expression on his face.

"Hey, hey, no way." Osamu Dazai grabbed the little tiger by the back of his neck, lifted it up, and looked at the little one in his hand in shock: "You are a white tiger, right? You really are a white tiger, how could you Isn't it the white tiger?"

He asked three times in a row what was of no value. The tiger in his hand just turned to look at him in a daze. After recognizing his face, he moved his paws to get closer. The expression on Osamu Dazai's face was indescribable. "No way," he looked at the little tiger in great disappointment, not paying attention to the movement of that paw approaching him constantly: "The white tiger I imagined is super handsome, the kind that can scare the courage of the enemy with a roar, He stared at the tiger with wide eyes, trying to find out the heroic figure he was looking forward to, but in the end he just said with a complicated mood and a bit sadly: "You don't look like a Bengal tiger like this!"

"Aww." He held the little tiger in his hand, turned around and yelled at the boy. It thought the boy was chattering and playing with him, so it stretched out one paw and tried to paw it twice. After all, Dazai Osamu failed to touch the corner of Dazai Osamu's clothes. Dazai Osamu saw its movements and carefully dodged it again, raised his brows and scolded this guy: "You can calm down, my coat has been taken by you. The claws are pretty much ruined."

He stretched out his other hand, showing only one index finger, pointing in front of the cub as if admonishing him, with a faint seriousness on his face: "You say you, Bengal tiger cub, how much?" Loud name," he jumped off the desk he was sitting on and stepped on the ground, then turned around and sat back on his chair, and then carried the cub from the suspended state to the hind limbs that could Standing on tiptoe on the table, Osamu Dazai did not let go of the hand holding the stamina, so the upper body of the cub was still standing in the air, with its two forelimbs slightly curled up in front of its chest, and it stared at the purple-gold round tiger. Hitomi looked at Osamu Dazai, who seemed to be getting closer because of the change in posture, his eyes sparkled, and before Dazai Osamu could say a word, he struggled a little, trying to get rid of his hand to pull the cadre's draped shirt. Inky black coat.

"Tsk," Osamu Dazai looked at the cub's appearance of wanting to pounce on him before he could utter the next sentence, "I'm so disappointed!" Thinking about whether the cub could understand, he poked the cub on the head with his outstretched index finger, "Where is your wildness?!"

He rested his index finger against the cub's head, felt the force of resistance coming from his fingertips, and then widened his eyes, showing a little dissatisfaction: "Especially now, as a white tiger raised by my Dazai, don't worry. How can you look so stupid with such a reputation!"

The white tiger shook its head and tried to get away from the place where it was poked by Dazai's finger, but it shrank back and Dazai followed it back, it pushed forward and was right against the finger, no matter whether it was shaking its head Moving left or right, Osamu Dazai always poked its forehead firmly with his fingertips, the cub felt rebellious when pressed against it, and Osamu Dazai muttered in front of him something it didn't understand, The cub opened its mouth and gleamed its canine teeth at Osamu Dazai and let out a wild "ha" sound.

Its canine teeth were much sharper than at the beginning, and every time it tore raw meat for food, or when Osamu Dazai deliberately made it restless to bite himself, those canine teeth became sharper inadvertently, It is no longer as round as before, Osamu Dazai said so, and the disgust on his face is not fake, but the cub is still a Bengal tiger, and the wildness has not been lost because of meeting someone like Osamu Dazai who can toss it around. Being raised by the family and fading away, Osamu Dazai is too busy to bother with those reports every day during this period, and he is absorbed in studying to see how this guy's canines are changing, and every once in a while his eyes are bright and he wants to use his hands to open the cub's mouth Go and have a look, and every time you see progress, you nod your head and leave with satisfaction.

The white tiger is an unruly beast by nature, and the wildness in its bones is deliberately stimulated by Dazai from time to time. How can it bear the human beings who have nothing to do and come closer to break its mouth, but is Dazai different from other people and biased? It's a special guy, and after biting it a few times, it just lets it go. It doesn't get annoyed when Osamu Dazai pinches its paws, and when Osamu Dazai breaks its teeth, it barks, and Osamu Dazai lifts its back neck to take it out for a walk. It's not like it resisted at first, Dazai pulled its tail... Even if Dazai was distinguished from others, the cub still couldn't stand such a provocation, it instinctively raised its ears and growled at Dazai It slammed into its arms like a cannonball, and it stuck out its claws to disturb the cadre's suit shirt. Osamu Dazai never said it was painful, so he didn't know that the claws would sometimes penetrate the opponent's body through the white shirt, but After smelling blood once or twice, it set its target on the dark coat Dazai was wearing. Its claws slid on the coat and made a sound of squeaks from time to time, watching Dazai screaming over from the side Grabbing and biting the jacket, jumping and running to the other side...

After all, Osamu Dazai is different from other people. Baihu will never show that kind of playfulness to other people again, he will not show his belly to others, he will not stretch his claws while holding his heart and half retracting his claws, and he will not treat others like that. The man made the cub's wailing sound with a bit of milk in it, and he would not let other people approach him like this.

Occasionally when Osamu Dazai is not around, when a guy in a black suit and black sunglasses comes to deliver food, the cub of the white tiger always growls in a low voice from the moment the other party appears. It is overly defensive and appears when there is no Osamu Dazai around. After the smell of a stranger, he fell into a state of extreme alert.

Seeing the cub showing a bit of ferocity, the cadre roared in his heart and prepared to continue, but before he could continue to poke the cub's forehead, there was a knock on the door of the cadre's office, and Osamu Dazai turned his eyes to look at the cub. He opened the door, his eyes wandered in the air for a while, and then he dragged out the tone: "Come in."

His fingers that were resting on the cub's forehead suddenly withdrew his strength, and the white tiger seemed to sense something and followed the direction to look at the young man, and just happened to see a moment when the color of the kite was heavy.It tilted its head, and the next moment, Osamu Dazai stepped on the table with its back neck and front legs.

"Master cadre," said the subordinate who pushed the door half a step in with a creak and leaned slightly, "The leader summoned you."

The subordinate didn't raise his eyes to see what was going on over there with the cadres. After he jumped half a step into the area that belonged to the youngest cadres in the door, he was extremely cautious. He swallowed silently and calmed down. Added: "It's an order just given by the leader."

Dazai was a little annoyed by the disruption of his plan of 'making the Bengal tiger more like the heroic development he imagined', and asked in a very unceremonious tone: "Ah, what is Mr. Mori looking for again? Give me?"

He seemed to be upset and scratched his hair, and he didn't hide the displeasure of being urged. He got up from his seat with a drag, and in a blink of an eye he saw the white tiger pawing at his legs, so he casually grabbed the bag. Lazily in his arms, he started to walk towards the top floor.

With the same casual attitude as before, he talked about the normal behavior of ordinary people who are bored after being disturbed. When he passed by his subordinate, he glanced at the other's head that was still hanging down and didn't dare to raise it, so he laughed again and looked back. He stopped in front of his subordinates.

"What's the matter?" Osamu Dazai held the cub with one hand, leaned slightly, and looked at his subordinate's drooping face with a curious look. He said in a nonchalant tone, "Your appearance makes me feel that the leader is here to ask me to take responsibility."

"Raise your head." As he said this, his voice suddenly turned cold, and a kind of aura of the five major cadres of the port mafia suddenly emanated. He tilted his head and said, "So it's the elder sister's subordinates."

He looked away lazily and casually: "No wonder you kept your head down and didn't dare to look at me." He raised his hand and bit his thumb and said in confusion, "Speaking of it, it seems like you guys Those who are not under my command seem to be like this when they are caught by the leader and passed on to me..."

He turned his eyes and looked back at his subordinate who was still in a daze: "Am I such a scary person?"

The subordinate opened his mouth, and looked at the cadre who approached with a very innocent and puzzled expression in a daze, not knowing what to say, he broke out in cold sweat and said in a hurry: "Because you are the youngest cadre among the five cadres, everyone I am in awe of you!"

Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows, as if he was satisfied with the answer, he withdrew his hand to hold the cub in his arms and scratched the paws of his coat boredly, with a big and extremely happy smile on his face, he raised his eyebrows to his subordinates. jaw.

"Okay, I'm going to see the leader now, you don't have to stay here anymore, go back."

"Yes," the subordinate responded, then turned and left.

Osamu Dazai glanced at his back, and lowered his eyes boredly to grab the cub's fur. The white tiger raised his eyes to look at him, the claws were still pressed by his wrists to stop scratching his coat, and the boy was free to grab a handful of white tiger hair. Mao, his misty eyes stared at the white tiger in his arms without focus.

The cub heard him sigh, very softly, it nestled in his arms, and heard the young man lower his most indifferent voice.

"so troublesome."