to eternal night

What is it like to wake up in a coffin?

Sawada Tsunayoshi lifted the lid of his coffin expressionlessly.

The last scene before losing consciousness still remains in the memory.

The flustered face of the red-haired boy, the bazooka fired at the face, the choking pink smoke, and the inexplicably immobile body.

It's just a headache.

The young man, who looked almost like a stunted little figure, sat up in the richly ornamented coffin, only to find it covered with lilies.

...There are too many slots to spit out.

Not wanting to move at all, the 14-year-old Sawada boy crossed his legs in the coffin, leaned on his forehead and wanted to bend forward in frustration.

...so hungry.

Obviously, he was just walking home for dinner in a good manner, but he was hit by a strange rocket and thrown into this empty forest for no reason. It's completely unlucky to be locked in a coffin. , The big meal agreed by Nana's mother before going out in the morning was obviously ruined.

--"who?!"

A stranger's voice suddenly appeared, and footsteps approached in the shadows of the forest.

Sawada Tsunayoshi raised his head, and the next second his shoulders were pinched fiercely.

"... Judaime!"

The man in front of him obviously looked ferocious, but his expression looked like he was going to cry in a second.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." The man suddenly knelt down, as if his knees hit the ground.

After 14 years of life as a waste material, Sawada boy felt a sharp pain in his shoulder, and the man's fingers were so hard that he wanted to crush the bones there.

...I feel like I have no way to communicate normally with this guy who only kneels in front of me and apologizes.

"Well, can you let me go, please?"

The boy who had kept his eyes closed from beginning to end spoke expressionlessly.

"It really hurts."

——"I'm sorry!" The silver-haired man woke up suddenly, and finally let go of the boy's shoulders, "Judaime—why didn't you open your eyes? No matter——Judaime, no matter how you appeared in my eyes In front of me, I-"

Pink smoke rose suddenly.

A few seconds later, the Sawada boy who was still sitting in the coffin and the silver-haired boy who was carrying the burger looked at each other (unilaterally).

"That, I've wanted to say it for a long time," Sawada, patience exhausted, hungry and irritable, Tsunayoshi broke the silence first:

——"Who are you?"

"I should ask this kind of question." The silver-haired boy who looked like a delinquent boy stood up abruptly, with a tube of explosives between his fingers, his eyes narrowed dangerously, "Is this an attack... …It doesn’t matter, if you blow it up, you’ll—”

The brown-haired boy with his eyes closed punched him blankly to the ground.

"You bastard!" The silver-haired boy covered his face and jumped up in disbelief, it seemed that his anger had been burned to the extreme. With his roar, dense bombs appeared in his hand: "Blow you up! Triple blow up— —”

Before he could ignite the barrel, he was knocked to the ground with a bland uppercut.

"Ah!" The expression on the face of the silver-haired boy who fell hard to the ground froze.

He saw fists falling like a rainstorm.

After a long while, the silver-haired young man with a bruised nose and a swollen face was sitting there looking at the bully while eating his hamburger and asking him questions inarticulately.

"Is that so, Prisoner-kun was also hit by an inexplicable bazooka all of a sudden," Sawada said vaguely while biting into a still warm hamburger, "That means you don't know where this place is. ?”

"I really don't know, that's right..." The silver-haired boy who was completely psychologically shadowed by the beating replied weakly, "By the way, you guy, you obviously haven't opened your eyes yet, why is it so accurate and painful to hit someone? Did a blind man beat the..."

"It's impolite to say that others are blind, Mr. Prison Temple." The brown-haired boy remained expressionless as he ate the last bit of hamburger. "I'm full, thank you Prison Lord for your hospitality."

"No... I didn't give the food voluntarily at all..." The silver-haired boy, who was also hungry, was about to refute, when the brown-haired guy who was almost a nightmare raised his face with his eyes closed and looked at him.

"……as long as you are happy."

"Speaking of which, what is this?" Instinctively bypassing this topic, the silver-haired boy, who was originally wandering the streets of Italy, was known as the bomber Hayato, and his natural curiosity made him turn his eyes to the pile of paper. big box with flowers.

"It's a coffin." The brown-haired boy replied absently, "It always feels very unlucky to travel into a coffin, Mr. Prison Temple."

"coffin?"

The young Prisoner Hayato cast his surprised eyes on the coffin, "Do you call this time travel... Yes, being suddenly teleported to a strange place, it really is time travel..."

He couldn't wait to get close to study the patterns on the coffin carefully, and even tried to turn the coffin over, "Speaking of which, both of us crossed near this coffin, maybe this coffin is a teleportation device... huh?"

He stared blankly at the huge badge on the lid of the overturned coffin: "This badge... looks like that Vongola..."

"what is that?"

"It's Vengley! The world's strongest mafia family, Vengley, is full of glory. The maker of the world's rules for the mafia is an ancient family that has been passed down for nine generations!" the silver-haired boy said excitedly.

"...you really yearn for this Penleg family, Mr. Prison Master." The brown-haired boy tilted his head, and even if he didn't open his eyes at all, Prisoner Hayato could still feel his gaze cast on him as if it were real.

"It's Peng Lie, not Peng Liege!" He said excitedly, "Being a member of such a powerful family as Peng Lie is the lifelong wish of most mafia! Don't you think so?!"

However, the brown-haired boy had already turned his face away.

After a few seconds of silence, his voice without any emotional fluctuations came over in a low voice.

——"I don't want to at all."

"After all, I'm just an ordinary middle school student." The brown-haired boy tilted his head and added.

No, not at all... Ordinary junior high school students will not be able to knock me down... and they will never pretend to be a blind person who refuses to open their eyes when they are clearly not blind...

The prison temple Hayato had a stomach full to vomit, and it was a sudden human voice that stopped his deadly action that would surely be beaten by the brown-haired boy again.

——"Sure enough."

"Who?!" Prisoner Hayato turned his head vigilantly, and was surprised to find a strange figure covered by a thick cloak appearing in the shadow of the forest.

"Meet you for the first time," the other party stretched out his hand from the cloak, and the tiny chain fell off the ring on his hand, "then, goodbye."

"What, you bastard!" Prison Temple's anger was completely ignited. He had just been beaten up and now urgently needed to rebuild his self-confidence. Bombs appeared one after another in his hand. After they were all ignited, he threw them out with all his might.

...and then was easily wiped out by the brilliant light purple laser, the extra beams fell to his feet, and the huge explosion instantly blasted him away.

Sawada boy who was sitting on the other side: ...

"Are you so weak?" The attacker almost sighed.

"It's completely unimaginable that this is Lanshou who once defeated Varia. If there is only this level, then dying here may be the happiest choice." The visitor took back the gauntlet in his hand and approached slowly, " And you, Sawada Tsunayoshi... Are you so frightened that you dare not open your eyes to see your companions being killed? This was really taught by Reborn—"

"That," the brown-haired boy stood up and tilted his head, "although it's presumptuous to say that, but,"

"—Who is Reborn?"

"Uh-huh?!"

——TBC——

It's time to write.

The last time I posted an article on Tieba was several years ago. At that time, I was still in high school. I wrote something that I don’t know the so-called completely illogical stuff for a full-time job. power.

Probably revisiting the fear of being dominated by 27 little angels...

In this article, CP Bai Gang, hidden all27 is not important, I don’t plan to write it anyway, it’s also a single arrow when it appears, it’s a love story, and it’s used to commemorate my little girlish heart left.