Be a Superstar in Yokohama

019: Little Blood and Father

Chuya Nakahara was not the only one who was shocked, the faint smile on the face of Verlaine who was standing beside Rimbaud also froze.

Even Rimbaud, the client who was called "father", was very surprised. For this "son" who appeared suddenly and was about the same age as Zhong, the former excellent French spy stared at him for a long time.

"Why do you call me father?"

Hakari did not explain immediately, but turned to Nakahara Chuya to confirm: "Chuya, are they your guests?"

"Ah." Zhong Yuanzhong also still had a feeling of deep hallucinations, and he replied erratically, "Ranbo, brother, you come in first."

The place of conversation changed from the door to the living room.

After being trapped in the soft leather sofa, Nakahara finally realized that it was not his illusion.

"Why do you call Rimbaud...father?"

He looked at Hakari strangely, and while calculating Rimbaud's age, he tried to find out the characteristics of a Gaul from this cold face.

Although Hakari's complexion is snow-white, he has no characteristics of mixed race or European race, and he has no similarities with Rimbaud. His face is smooth and delicate, as dazzling and unique as a red rose.

Moreover, Rimbaud was still young, so it was impossible for him to have such a big biological son.

On Hakari's face, there was no embarrassment of calling the wrong person, the corners of his lips slightly raised, showing uncontrollable joy.

"Mr. Rimbaud brought me into this world and gave me a new life and body."

The dark red pupils of the sky, like the sky before dawn, were filled with joyful starlight. He looked at Rimbaud, and his singing tone became more obvious.

"You are my benefactor, my father of reinvention."

Rimbaud stared at him, his golden eyes turned scarlet, and there was no emotion in his voice.

"Two and a half years ago, you turned me into a vampire."

The restless blood in his body also made him recognize this young man as a vampire at the first time, and he was the one who transformed himself.

Yukari bowed his head, the corners of his mouth drooped, and it was rare for Nakahara to see a look of guilt on this face.

"I'm sorry, I did this without consulting your will. As compensation, I am willing to turn you back into a human being."

Verlaine's eyes changed slightly.

"I don't remember your existence, nor did I lead you."

Rimbaud was noncommittal, recalling what happened back then.

"At that time, I was in a coma due to a serious injury in the battle, and my last thought was to create a singularity. But when I woke up, I found that I had become a vampire. All injuries recovered, and some memory fragments still appeared in my mind, so I had to spend some time. Organize this power and memory."

Yukari recounted the original things one by one: "It was the singularity you created that made me come to this world to gain life, but my appearance destroyed the singularity you were forming."

"After that, I bit you under hunger, and gave you my pure blood when I woke up, and I lost a lot of blood and strength because of this, and fell into a deep sleep. I didn't have time to explain everything to you."

"The memory fragment you received comes from my blood. After I fully recover my strength, I can use the forbidden technique to turn you back into a human being."

The source of power of the vampire is blood, and such a forbidden technique usually requires paying the price of all blood, which is equivalent to sacrificing one's own life.

Fortunately, Rimbaud himself is a supernatural user, and when he converts back to a human, he can keep the part of his power and reduce the price a little.But this time he will not just sleep for two and a half years, but for a hundred years, or a thousand years.

For the blood race, such a long time is just a matter of sleeping.

Although it was not a serious price, there was an undetectable reluctance in Yu Shou's eyes.His gaze stayed on Zhongyuan Zhongye for a moment, and then moved away before he was noticed.

It is impossible for human beings to live that long, and the first friendship I met in this world will end at the moment I fall asleep.

He should pay the price for his own mistakes.

It is true that becoming a blood race can gain strength and youth, but if it goes against one's own wishes, it is nothing more than a beast that feeds on blood and wears human skin.

In fact, after thinking about it, I knew that not all pure-bloods would respect the opinions of the vampires, but in his subconscious, it seemed that someone had instilled this kind of peace theory in him.

Hakari didn't want to think about it.

While Hakari was thinking deeply, Rimbaud was watching Verlaine with light blonde hair.

After a long time, the black-haired supernatural being afraid of the cold just gathered his scarf and replied calmly: "I want to keep this posture."

Verlaine was the first to be stunned, his questions were faster than Hakari.

"Why, what's so bad about being human?"

That was something he had dreamed of until now. He had been troubled day and night by the fact that he was not a human being, and that was the root cause of his betrayal of Rimbaud.

Rimbaud looked at his partner, smiled, and said softly: "In the past, as a human being, I couldn't understand your thoughts and made you feel painful. I was too arrogant like that."

"But now I am not a human being either. I can accompany you and understand you from your perspective so that you are no longer alone."

"Paul, my partner, you are no longer alone."

Verlaine's throat seemed to be blocked with something, and the blond man-made god looked at Rimbaud blankly, as if he was looking at some century fool, unable to utter a word.

Rimbaud looked at Yukari again, part of the pure blood in his body made him feel kind to this boy, and those fragments of memories also made him acquiesce in the name Yukari called him.

Another lonely soul.

"Anyway, you saved me at the time. If I hadn't become a vampire, I wouldn't have survived, and I wouldn't have had the opportunity to apologize to Paul and explain everything." Rimbaud recalled the boy's life from the memory fragment. Name, "Your name is Ka—"

"——Jiulan Hakari." Hakari said in an eager tone that he didn't even notice.

The spy looked into his clear eyes thoughtfully, and after a few breaths, he politely changed his name.

"Harkari, thank you."

After the matter was clarified, Zhong Yuanzhong couldn't help saying: "It's such a coincidence."

He didn't know that Rimbaud had survived and turned into a vampire until he entered the port of Mafia. Since then, he has been investigating vampires, so he picked up the newborn little vampire and planned to wait for Rimbaud to confirm that they are the same kind of vampires. people.

Unexpectedly, the person behind the scenes had already been picked up by him.

"Being by Chuya's side, I have been reaping good luck."

Hakari didn't expect that he would see his benefactor again. It turned out that the last time he slept was only two and a half years.

Strange, how could the servant he found before he fell asleep disappear without a trace, even if he betrayed himself, it shouldn't be this kind of endless situation.

Hakari, who wanted to search the Internet to find out the servant's whereabouts, suddenly remembered that he was rushing to sleep and didn't ask the servant's name at all.

Suddenly, I feel a little guilty... In a TV series, is he considered scum?

Shaking his head, Yukari put these things on hold for the time being, because the small Christmas Eve dinner in front of him was about to start.

It wasn't even a Christmas dinner, there was no turkey on the table, but there were plenty of dishes, and it was the first time that there were more than two people on the table, which looked very warm in Yukari.

The goblet on the table was empty, and Zhongyuan Zhong was pondering in front of the temperature-controlled wine cabinet, and finally took out a bottle that was very expensive at first glance.

Yukari also took out two bags of blood from the refrigerator, intending to distribute them to Rimbaud, but the black-haired supernatural user was a step ahead of him, and a golden subspace cube appeared above the two wine glasses, pouring out a wonderful liquid with a mellow aroma .

It was the blood of a supernatural being, alluring and full of power.

Yu Shou understood, put the blood bag back, and called out sweetly, "Thank you, father."

Even though they already knew the consequences, the expressions of the other three people were still weird for a moment because of this title.

In the end, Rimbaud touched his head and said, "Just call me Rimbaud."

The cups of the four people on the table contained two different red liquids, and the insignificant weirdness was completely swept away by the warm atmosphere of talking and laughing.

"Brother, how long will you stay this time?" Zhongya Zhongyuan asked.

"Leave after the New Year, Yokohama is too cold." Verlaine's eyes paused for a while on Rimbaud, "I will stay in New Zealand later."

Rimbaud was still wearing a thick coat even in the room where Yukari felt warm. He was originally afraid of the cold, and this problem became more serious after he became a cold-blooded creature.

Zhong Yuanzhong was not surprised by this reply, and only said: "I have reserved a room for you, and you can come back to live at any time."

Then he talked about Rimbaud and Verlaine's experiences during their travels. A happy smile appeared on his face as he chatted.

so good.

Hakari looked at Nakaya and smiled from the heart, it's great to know such a human being who doesn't care about the identity of a vampire at all.

He looked at Rimbaud, then at Chuya, and sighed sincerely: Yokohama is really a good place.

March 12, early morning.

After washing, Nakahara also walked out of the master bedroom with a hutch. Rimbaud was sitting by the electric fireplace in the living room with a cup of coffee to keep warm, with a book he brought on his lap, which seemed to be some kind of poetry collection.

Verlaine was stacking presents under the small Christmas tree in the living room, and some of them were shipped from the company by Chuya Zhongya's subordinates.

Rimbaud and Verlaine are Europeans, and they have a Christmas custom. They agreed at dinner last night that everyone would open presents together in the morning.

Zhongyuan Zhong also glanced around, and the most active Hakari last night was not there.

"Is Hakari still awake?" he asked.

Rimbaud: "He just opened your present and put it in the room happily."

It turned out that he was the last one to wake up.

Nakahara also touched his nose, and found the gift Hakari gave him from under the Christmas tree. It was the same dark red wrapping paper as Hakari's eyes. The color was not picky, but he found it at a glance.

He unpacked it, and inside was a pair of black gloves.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also puzzled, he didn't lack this kind of gloves, why did Yu Shou give them to him.

He put on this pair of gloves, the style is light and breathable, the size is just right, and the movements are more flexible than the previous goatskin gloves, so he didn't take them off at all.

At this time Hakari still hadn't come out of the room, out of curiosity, he walked towards Hakari's room.

What he gave wasn't an expensive gift, it was just that Hakari often came to rub the full-length mirror in his cloakroom, this time it was just a floor-to-ceiling mirror, so it shouldn't be too long to study it.

Is there no place to put it in the room?

He knocks on the door.

"Enter."

Zhong Yuan also pushed the door and entered, but froze at the first sight of the scene inside the door.

Standing in front of the golden classic floor-to-ceiling mirror personally selected and given away by himself, stood a naked young man who seemed to have stepped out of a myth. The delicate body is like the hazy beauty only in oil paintings.

One, silk, no, hanging.

"boom--"

Zhong Yuanzhong also withdrew abruptly, closing the door forcefully, making a loud crashing sound.

"Zhongye?" A doubtful voice came from the room, calling his name with the same tone as usual, as if he was singing, which was very nice.

Zhong Yuanzhong also felt the heat on his face, took a deep breath, but felt a sense of overwhelm that could not be blamed, because the elder brother and the others were in the living room, and they would definitely hear what he said in the corridor.

He wanted to pretend that he didn't have the experience just now, but the scene just now appeared in his mind involuntarily.

Immediately, he gritted his teeth, strode into the master bedroom on the side, grabbed the corner of the bed sheet, pulled hard, and pulled the whole bed sheet to reopen the door of Yukari.

As soon as he opened the door, he threw the dark gray sheet over to cover the beautiful boy, hooked his foot, and closed the door again to block the sound.

Hakari, who was covered like a ghost, pulled hard, trying to get out of the bed sheet.

Zhong Yuan Zhong also hurried forward, ignoring the setting of the electric curtains, and couldn't wait for the slow closing response of the curtains, so he pulled the heavy blackout curtains with brute force to close them.

The force caused the curtain hooks to fall in several places, but he didn't care about that much anymore.

When he turned around, Hakari had already rescued himself from the bed sheet, and Nakahara Nakaya quickly grabbed the sheet and put it on Hakari like a cloak to prevent it from slipping.

A set of movements flowed smoothly, leaving Hakari, who suddenly made the bed sheet from the sky, at a loss.

"What happened?"

Zhongyuan Zhong also pulled the dark-colored bed sheet to cover most of Yukari's exposed shoulders and collarbone. The difference in color contrast is obvious, and people can't help but think of the naked body under the bed sheet.

"You still ask?" Zhong Yuanzhong was also grinding his back teeth, annoyed in his heart, "Why don't you wear clothes?"

Hakari didn't change his face when he heard the questioning, and he didn't feel ashamed at all, and said with a face of course: "Because I want to take a closer look at my body, thank you for the big mirror that Chuya sent, I like it very much."

Nakahara also remembered that when he first met him, Hakari was indeed a bit narcissistic.

Even so, he still asked, "Although this is the top floor, why don't you draw the curtains?"

"There is nothing shameful about my body." Hakari felt very strange about his reaction.

Nakahara was also choked, he suddenly felt that if he needed to shoot a nude scene, or was tricked by a garbage photographer with sweet words, Hakari would definitely be deceived.

Considering that this vampire has no experience of living in the human world and has a troublesome face, it doesn't seem surprising that such a thing happened.

but……

Zhong Yuanzhong also laughed angrily: "Hey, you won't be able to tell if you've been sexually harassed?"

"I still know this." Yukari explained, "Mr. Yu reminded me at the beginning that this is a bad thing. I checked the information on sexual harassment."

Obviously he was the one who was worried about being sexually harassed by the fans at the handshake meeting.

Brokers are pretty reliable.

Zhong Yuanzhong also heaved a sigh of relief, but remembered one more thing.

"I just knocked on the door, and you let me in without even asking." Zhong Yuanzhong also reminded seriously, "Don't let others look at your body casually, it's too dangerous."

"I see." Hakari nodded regretfully, "But Chuuya is not someone else, I smell Chuuya's body."

He lowered his head and sniffed the sheets on his body: "Well, it smells the same as this one, and it smells good."

Zhong Yuan's eyes drifted for a moment because of his actions, and after ignoring him, he responded uncomfortably: "Even I can't do it! Rimbaud can't do it either!"

"Is this taboo?"

"Yes." Zhong Yuanzhong also paused for a while and added, "There may be an exception if it is someone you like...we will talk about it when you meet."

Why does he help people with physiology class!

Damn, he didn't really have a cat, even a cat doesn't need people to teach this.

Hakari nodded thoughtfully: "Let's talk about it now, Zhong is the person I like, and I want to know what the exception is."

Zhongyuan Zhong also blushed immediately, Hakari had never seen him with such an expression, he felt very novel for a while, and felt that it must be very warm, his hands were ready to move.

"May I offend you now and touch your face?"

Hakari didn't forget about the first meeting, so he asked politely this time.

Zhong Yuanzhong also turned his eyes away, not looking at his innocent eyes, and responded word by word.

"Can't."

"Oh..." Hakari was a little disappointed.

Ignore, ignore, ignore!

Zhong Yuanzhong also explained again: "The liking I said is not the same as what you said, but the kind that wants to be together forever."

"I just want to be with Chuya, I'm working hard to earn rent for Chuya!" Hakari met his blue eyes confidently.

"I mean... the kind of love in TV dramas."

Seeing the change in Hakari's expression, Nakahara also knew that he had finally found the right metaphor.

There is love in most of the works Hakari has read. He actually doesn't understand this kind of emotion, but he understands a little bit.

——Chuya's gender is wrong.

The love in the works he read all happened between men and women, and both he and Zhong were also men.

So his liking for Zhong Ye is definitely not love.

Hakari nodded thoughtfully

Zhong Yuanzhong, who explained clearly, was also relieved, he let out a long breath, and said with red ears, "Put on your clothes quickly."

He turned his back and walked out of the room, thinking of the curtains that he had just pulled, he turned his head and said, "Don't worry about the curtains, I'll call someone—"

Seeing the person who lifted the sheet and was about to get dressed, he hurried out of the room without even finishing his sentence.

He stood leaning against the door frame for a while, covering his face and thinking, always feeling that he was overreacting.

Hakari is not a woman.

...But if you're not serious, this guy doesn't realize the problem at all. He looks so good-looking, and some perverts don't care about gender.

For the umpteenth time, Chuya Nakahara worried about Hakari staying in the entertainment world.

When the door opened again, Hakari was already fully dressed, holding a neatly folded sheet in his hand.

Zhongyuan Zhong also took the bed sheet with a light cough, saw the black gloves on his hand during the movement, and finally remembered his question.

"Why did you give me gloves?"

"Zhongye's leather gloves are inconvenient to scrub, and the shop assistant said the material is easy to clean."

Hakari added: "You must bring it when you shake hands!"

In this way, those fans will not be able to meet Chuya during the handshake meeting.

"Ah, oh." Zhong Yuanzhong didn't understand why he had to specifically warn this sentence, but he still accepted his kindness.

Shocked early in the morning, Zhongyuan Zhong also hurriedly unwrapped a few presents before leaving for work.

Christmas in Japan is not a statutory holiday, but the long New Year holiday around January 1 sometimes includes Christmas, but that is the case of regular companies, and the port Mafia has its own holiday time, so it is impossible to allow such a large holiday window period.

Rimbaud sneered at this: "It's still oppressing people." He seemed very dissatisfied with Chuya Nakahara's work.

Hearing this, Hakari asked, "Is Rimbaud very familiar with Chuya's office?"

Rimbaud didn't want to say anything more on this topic, but just said lightly: "I used to work there, and Zhong was also abducted, so I didn't want to leave."

He rubbed Hakari's hair, with a slight smile on his face: "Thank you for the gift."

Both he and Verlaine noticed that Hakari quietly went out of the window last night, and they knew what was going on when they saw the presents under the Christmas tree this morning.

is a lovely child.

It turns out that Rimbaud used to be an underground idol, but fortunately he is out of the misery now.

But Zhong Ye was actually tricked into it, it was really easy to deceive.

Hakari was melancholy.