Drowning in a sea of ​​moonlight

The endless sea is like a dark blue mirror, only near the shore there are fine white foams.

Every spring, the "Sakura Frontline" has rapidly advanced to Yokohama. The cherry blossoms are like flourishing snow, flying down from the shore and floating on the water.

Today is a rare day off, I finished typing Akutagawa who came to me for training early, and I didn’t even send him to the infirmary with good intentions, and dealt with some insignificant documents that Dazai gave me, and I changed into a suit that doesn’t look so similar* The best clothes to roam the streets happily.

The afternoon sun is just right, and the wind brings the faint fragrance of cherry blossoms in the distance, as well as the moist and moist breath of the sea water, and it is also a warm temperature when it blows on people.

I can't help but think of the days when I and Donna Arisia performed missions in the flower rain that year.

Chat room "brain is empty" (3 people)

When breath becomes air: Do you still remember the cherry blossoms you saw in Tokyo that year?I have a similar view here.

An offering to nothingness: ...ah, that time.

Secret History: ...how can I forget that.Your behavior has already been ranked in the top 10 of the Moonlight Society's action teams over the years when they have performed high-profile missions. Do you still remember the kind smile of the vice president after hearing about it?

When breath becomes air:  …uh.

I remember with a guilty conscience that it was four years ago, when I escaped from the Kyushu Bureau and returned to the organization, I just formally formed the second action team with Donna Alisha.

When we went there, the intelligence team leader seriously overestimated the extent of the collapse of the mentality of the leader of the target organization, which led us to complete the task unexpectedly and smoothly. There is no plan for the next week, and we can go for a ride with our friends. .

I was fascinated, and because Donna's ability "Secret History" is the best for cleaning up the mess, I was so crazy that I couldn't find the north for a while. Cherry blossoms in full bloom.

In an instant, the petals fell, and were swept up by the whistling wind, like a pale pink hurricane trying to break through some ancient invisible cage, whirling and dancing towards the endless blue sky, and then vigorously scattered down.

——At that moment, my breathing stopped, my mind was agitated, and I was extremely happy.

...Then Tang Nasheng, who had reacted, yelled all the way, if it wasn't for Alisha who stopped her, she might still be beaten.

After returning, he was also reprimanded by the whole society with the attitude of teaching the second disease.

Alas, youth and recklessness.

I sat down at the dessert shop I liked last time, ordered a piece of yokan, and when I was looking at the beautiful scenery outside, I heard this conversation:

"President! The yokan here is the best. I've overfulfilled my task today, so why don't you just let me eat it once—"

"...you have to discipline yourself."

It was a middle-aged man and a young man passing by outside. The young man was chatting chirpingly, the main point was to get a big blessing, but the middle-aged man refused with a solemn voice.

I wanted to laugh a little, but I politely looked away.Then, he was stopped by a thin and soft voice:

"Mr. Today?"

Then there was a faint "tsk".

I turned around: "Silver, Akutagawa, what a coincidence. I just ordered yokan, shall we eat together?"

Akutagawa looked very uncomfortable. I guess anyone who was beaten by someone in the morning and met him again in the afternoon when he was taking his sister to the dessert shop would not be in a very good mood.

Akutagawa Gin pursed her lips, and happily pulled her wandering brother over to sit: "This is a rare day off for my brother, I wanted to visit the store you recommended last time, but I didn't expect to meet you .”

I greeted the shopkeeper naturally, and ordered another red bean yokan that Akutagawa likes and a chestnut yokan that Silver likes, and then said "If you have a chance, you can invite me next time", I rejected the offer that Silver wanted to give. My money move.

During this process, Akutagawa's expression didn't fluctuate at all, and he didn't say a word, but when he picked up the spoon and ate the red bean yokan, he might be involved because he was too satisfied and moved too much, so he let out a muffled snort.

Yin was a little worried immediately: "Brother, is the injury still not healed? Or, let's go back first?"

Akutagawa covered his mouth and coughed a few times, and said, "It's okay. It's just a small injury, it's not a problem."

Probably because he didn't want to spoil his sister's mood, he prevaricated with an unnatural expression and didn't identify me.

I, sitting across from them, caused his injury.

The corners of my eyes twitched.

Training is for his own good and what he wants, and injuries are inevitable.But if the younger sister is worried because of this, she still regards me as a good colleague of his brother's quality.

Although I know intellectually that there is nothing wrong with what I have done, I am still a little bit sorry emotionally.

At this time, Yinxiang saw that her brother and I were uncomfortable with each other, and suddenly spoke.

"Mr. Today. Brother. Actually, I know that brother, you train every day with Mr. Today. When I passed the training ground, I saw it."

I was about to say something when she bowed to me:

"I know that you are helping my brother become stronger. It is necessary in order to survive. For this, I am very grateful to you."

At this moment, the breeze was blowing, and the sunlight outside the window shone on her long hair, blooming a sandalwood-colored warm light.

I smiled from the bottom of my heart.

"No, I should thank you for thinking that way, Silver."

Yin smiled a little embarrassedly: "Actually, I have also started training recently. If there is a chance in the future, I would also like to ask for your advice."

To her words, Akutagawa didn't have any other reaction except his face turned slightly pale, but his eyes became heavier than before.

Not only was he stunned by his sister's tolerance and understanding, but he also felt bad for her choice to join the mafia with him.

He probably has mixed feelings about me.On the one hand, he is the object of catching up and snatching Dazai's attention, and on the other hand, he is the person who helps him move forward.

I actually know that although he has already recognized my combat effectiveness, in his eyes, I'm afraid I'm still not even a little bit better than Dazai.

He didn't understand why I "stalked" Dazai, and he didn't show excessive disgust.

I also had no way to explain to him that Dazai had already expressed his dislike, but it was useless.

I don't know if he seems to be more casual towards me now than before, whether he is breaking the can, or thinking of new ways to further express his dislike.

After all, as the person whom Dazai favors in Akutagawa's eyes, if I bring up this topic to him, it will only arouse his disgust and hostility.

However, now he also has a direction and a goal to move forward. He has important family members, objects of admiration, and colleagues who are struggling together. At the same time, he has the strength to make him be reused.

It was also very good.

At night, Zhongye and I were walking on the street, watching the clear moonlight break through the clouds and sprinkle down, covering the endless cherry clouds with frosty and snowy silver light.

He was going on a long business trip recently, and he might not have the chance to drink with me for a while, so I offered to bring him a glass to drink outside.

Just in time for the Cherry Blossom Festival, crowds of people wearing kimonos, holding folding fans, carrying a basket of cherry cakes or a pot of sake, come and go in twos and threes.

We also changed into kimonos, and walking on the street, I said with emotion: "Well, we are out of place. Since ancient times, cherry blossom viewing has been done in sake kimonos. You and I each take a bottle of sparkling wine and the other a bottle of red wine. What kind of system."

Zhong also snorted, his smile was as wild as a prairie fire: "I don't care about so much! Just because the world uses sake, we want to drink red wine, kimono and cherry blossoms to create a flavor. Wouldn't it be more innovative and innovative? ?”

I applauded: "That's the truth! But I said in advance that even if today may be the last time we drink before you leave, it can't exceed [-] milliliters. I will watch."

After he was drunk for the first time, I learned from the pain and set a rule: every time I drink, I will stare at him, and only pour [-]ml of wine into the decanter, and no more pours are allowed. .

Zhong Ye let out a "tss" and his face was full of displeasure: "If you say that you are a bit of a proud person, how come you are as stingy as that mackerel."

I turned my head and stared at him with very dead eyes: "...do you know how big the show is and how lively the atmosphere is after you drink? I'm thinking about your health and reputation , Mr. Chuya."

Chatting and bickering intermittently all the way, we came to an uninhabited hillside, under a cherry tree that was blooming in abundance but inexplicably with a sense of sorrow and beauty. Silver moonlight.I spread out the little cushion I brought, and we sat on the ground and started pouring each other.

After drinking for three rounds, Zhong Ye's eyes have already begun to blur, and although I am not yet a little bit drunk, there is a dripping joy in my chest in front of the beautiful scenery of the wine, and my courage is much stronger than usual: "... .Speaking of which, Chuya, I haven't been able to ask you. Do you believe that the reason I joined the port mafia is really to prevent Dazai from committing suicide?"

Zhong also looked at me in a daze, as if he was pondering the meaning of my words, and then suddenly smiled, his eyes brightened: "I thought you were going to ask something! Why don't you believe it? You didn't do anything bad, Isn't it?"

"As long as you work for the port mafia, even if the motive is only for that bastard Dazai, I'm on your side."

He tilted his head back and took another sip of the wine—I suddenly wondered in horror, whether this sip was a bit too much—and continued.

"Also, I always feel that Dazai just lacks someone who can control him and stop him when he is about to commit suicide.

"Although I don't like his attitude towards you, maybe you are always with him like this, which is what he really needs. It's just that he doesn't know it."

I was moved for a while, and the words that I usually only think in my heart are now smelled of alcohol, and I said it smoothly: "...Chuya, you are really an angel!"

"... Huh?" Nakaya was not sober at first glance. Normally, he would just look at me like a fool when he said this, but now he started to look away, and his cheeks and ear tips started to turn red : "...What are you talking about. I don't have it."

"Yes!" I said happily.

I may still be a little drunk, and Chuya's cuteness is too high, which caused my IQ to fly.

But anyway, after I had a little unnutritious and naive conversation with him, I saw that the set drinking limit must have been reached no matter what I did, and he was not allowed to drink any more.

He hasn't completely lost his mind yet, and he didn't use his abilities to fight against me. Seeing that the struggle was fruitless, he sat there angrily.

As a result, he started to feel sleepy after a while, and fell asleep lying next to me, his hair was slightly curled under the hat and scattered around his cheeks, his sleeping face was very peaceful.

I drank wine, watched him sleep peacefully under the moonlight, and felt that the years were peaceful.

In fact, something else happened during the day.

On the street, I saw unexpected people.

Matsuda.

At that moment, it was like a boulder falling from the heart, and the dust that was splashed was a relief.

I didn't know it was weighing so heavily on my mind until I saw him.

Matsuda's dormitory was on the same floor as mine at the time, and within the scope of the "eyes of the sky" I had planted on the ground. I asked the intelligence team leader to check his actions, and there was no suspicious trace.

Although I knew that even if I was transferred to see me, I would be helpless, but I still couldn't think about it. I still wanted to know if he belonged to that church.

——He was not, and he was still fine, not killed or disabled by Dazai's torture.

He didn't suffer for nothing because I failed to see Fujii in time.

...I don't know if it was because Dazai saw early on that Matsuda didn't know anything, so he didn't do anything cruel.

But at that moment, after a long absence, I remembered the look in his eyes full of sadness and hope like a helpless child when he woke up after entering the water.

A spark of hope rose again in my heart.

After contacting Zhongye's subordinates to pick him up, I continued to walk on the street. The night wind carried a quiet coolness, passing through the bustling crowd, the lights were on, and people's laughter was also ringing.

Although you can't participate in all kinds of prosperity in this world, it's good just to watch.

As I walked alone through the noise of the night festival, the wind sent a laughing voice far away to my ears.

"Kids. What a coincidence."

Dazai said with a smile.

He is dressed in a pure black "color without ground"? There is no pattern, only the intricately embroidered flowing water-shaped dark patterns are flowing faintly under the moonlight.

The wide kimono made the wrists exposed in the cuffs more obvious. He stood in the wind, his clothes were full, and he was as light as a swallow about to fly.

"Officer Dazai."

I bow my head.

He walked towards me, the cherry blossoms behind him were stained with night dew, the branches were trembling, the color of the petals was paler in the moonlight, but more attractive.

"Walk with me? Today is a rare holiday."

He was dressed in mourning and spoke lightly to me.

Maybe it was because my puzzlement was a bit obvious, he raised his hand, his eyes fell on his sleeves casually, and said, "...There is no reason, just wear it like this. Maybe even in festivals , This kind of celebration is not related to me. Thinking about it this way, isn't it very appropriate?"

I walked up to him and held out my hand to him.

He looked at me for a while like a cat tilting its head to look at someone, but didn't move, letting my hand gradually approach his cheek.

I took out the flower I just folded from my sleeve and pinned it behind his ear, the petals trembling slightly.

"Even if, the joy of the festival has nothing to do with you."

I looked at him and said.

"There will always be such a person, as long as he looks at you, he feels happy."

The corners of his eyes and the tip of his nose were reflected pink by the cherry blossoms. He looked at me in a daze for a moment, then suddenly smiled, his eyebrows and eyes were curved, and his eyes were like autumn water.

If we say that Chuya's smile is like clusters of red roses blooming in front of his eyes.

That Dazai's smile is not the kind of superficial or sarcasm, but a smile from the heart, probably like a feather, gently and tremblingly brushing the softest part of the human heart , There was an electric throbbing.

The author has something to say:

?: The black "color without land", also known as "black without land", is a kimono without any pattern except for the dark pattern, which is generally a mourning dress in Japan.

(It is said that it is only worn by women, but I checked the website of Japanese men's clothing, and it seems that this is not the case. Of course, my three-legged cat Japanese may be wrong, and please correct me if there are bugs!)

A chapter on cherry blossom viewing.

...Is there any feeling of being in love? (Mother laughs).

This is probably the first real heartbeat since seeing Dazai today, but I haven't noticed it yet.

Here, for the sake of the timeline, I privately set the Sakura Frontline to be later than usual this year, arriving in Yokohama in mid-April.After all, it happened two weeks earlier than in previous years orz

Ranpo and the president were released.The dessert group of four seems to be initially assembled.But because of the plot, they couldn't make them pay attention to the present, and if they noticed, they wouldn't let him go.

When he was drunk, he called Chuya directly, without an honorific title.

In fact, this sentence sounds like a love story to anyone who listens to it today.

It's a pity that one of the parties was very dull and the other was a coward, neither of them thought about that.

This "person" now refers to Dazai's father, and also refers to the people he will meet later in his life who value him.

I didn't realize that I was talking about myself after this.That day is still far away.